The Goth and the Executive by greinskyn and Dan Finished

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The Goth and the Executive


To give credit where credit is due . Not that long ago, Greinskyn and I began to exchange story ideas and thoughts and philosophies. We quickly discovered we had similar tastes and ideas, and he kindly shared a story he was developing with Gordon. It was called simply GOTH. Frankly, the possibilities in the story caught my fancy, and I asked Greinskyn if I could take the story a direction I would enjoy. Without hesitation, he graciously agreed and gave me permission. Major props to Gordon and Greinskyn, for they set the stage for this story, and they did a superlative job of it. I tried to remain true to the settings and personalities they developed, but clearly, you will be able to see when and where my writing begins and theirs ends. Thanks also to the “dreamer”, Morpheus, for his story suggestions and observations. Please feel free to send your comments and feedback to me. Dan, in way too warm Los Angeles (marathon_dan@yahoo.com).




Jessica Montague-Jones was having a pretty good day. She was a well off, good-looking 28 years old who had been spending the past couple of years doing her dream job. Her rise through the I.T. industry had been meteoric. Most people her age could only dream of even the opportunity to do what she was doing. Not only that, but for a woman to get through a male dominated industry such as the one she was in was nothing short of amazing - standing as a testament to her determination and also her intellect.

Jessica had always been a high-flier, right from the start. School and college had seen her earn fantastic grades - and it was apparent from very early on that she was destined to be great. Unfortunately, her many talents had fueled her fiery ego from very early also. She was a blatant control freak. She had to be in charge of a situation, no matter what. Everything had to fit how she wanted it - anyone or anything else was simply irrelevant.

Getting to her dream job had not been easy - even for Jessica. She'd had to eliminate some competition through means both fair and foul... but mostly foul. That said Jessica was by no means an entirely bad person. For all her questionable actions in getting to where she wanted to be, Jessica had done some good things in her life. As well as being very ambitious she could also be a good friend and had built up a group who she regularly met up with after work to socialize. Jessica was popular. But she was not very friendly. It was hard for her to open to people and make friends. That said, she was very selective about who she spoke to. She wouldn't dream of talking to anyone from outside of professional circles, for example. To Jessica, such people were lazy and weren't professional for the simple reason that they couldn't be bothered to learn anything other than what outfit looked good for getting laid. She had no time for such people and she imagined that they were most likely jealous of her anyhow.

Today, Thursday, had been an excellent day for Jessica. She'd finally managed to pluck up the courage to ask out Carl - a cute technician she'd had her eye on for some time. For all of her success, Jessica had a disastrous track record for relationships. Her longest had been a few weeks and she'd always felt a little insecure about this. Not that anyone would even suspect Jessica of being insecure! Carl was a nice guy - the kind she'd always pictured herself being happy with. Feeling like nothing could stop her now, Jessica allowed herself a big smile as she strolled down the corridor to her office.

She was just about to open the door to the office when she heard someone call out her name. Turning around she called a greeting back to her friend, Megan Tilley. Jessica used the term “friend” loosely. Jessica more or less tolerated the woman out of a sense of debt.

Megan was 32 years old and a single mother. Unlike Jessica, she'd struggled through life with various problems and was still struggling with her job as a filing clerk for the same corporation Jessica herself worked for. Megan looked overworked, she looked tired and worn - her hair was straggly and she had small creases under eyes. She was still pretty but the stresses and strains of her life were apparent in her face. This was the kind of woman that Jessica would normally consider riff-raff and wouldn't be seen dead talking to... but Megan had been a friend of Jessica's since she'd saved Jessica from being attacked by a masked guy one night on her way from work, a couple of years previously. Jessica had been terrified and scared out of her mind, when the guy had jumped out, brandishing a knife. She'd never found out just what he'd wanted from her - thanks to Megan who had shown real courage, to come running from across the road to spray a can of Mace straight into assailant's eyes! Jessica had promised Megan there and then that she would do her best to repay her for her good deed. She’d got her the filing clerk job not long after, something Megan was pleased about as her then current job had been being a waitress!

Of course, this good gesture hadn't stopped Jessica from looking down on Megan. Jessica had felt that it was her duty to give this poor wretch a chance. She felt that Megan was the same kind of slapper you saw hanging around bars picking guys up - indeed she was a single mother, which, in Jessica's eyes, was a by-word for careless slapper. She did have a good heart though and Jessica thought she deserved a chance because of this also.

Getting Megan the job had been easy - after all, anyone could do it. Unfortunately Megan had struggled with it. She consistently made mistakes and had, of late, been becoming something of an embarrassment for Jessica. After all, she'd recommended Megan. Jessica felt slightly guilty at having been avoiding her friend lately as she still felt like she still owed her something, like a debt she had not fully repaid. How does one repay an act of courage? Jessica pondered many times. Jessica, though, had an image to portray and associating with the likes of Megan did not fit that image.

"Hi, Jessica... sorry - I mean Miss Montague-Jones." Megan corrected herself - Jessica insisted that all lower staff address her with respect. It simply wouldn't do to have them calling her by her first name.

"Hi, Megan." Jessica returned the greeting, "Is there a reason for catching me like this?"

"Yes, Miss Montague-Jones - I have a bit of a problem."

'Oh great, now what' thought Jessica. Several ideas quickly burst into her head, the primary suspicion being that Megan had gotten herself pregnant from one of those encounters that people like her have. She guessed it wasn't her fault; having a low I.Q. and not being able to keep your legs together for five minutes went hand in hand - so Jessica thought.

"What's wrong, Megan?" Jessica tried to hide the cynicism in her voice.

"Well, I've been given an opportunity to work in sales!" Megan beamed - her face briefly losing the burnt out look she'd sported in recent years.

Jessica felt slightly surprised - Sales wasn't a particularly demanding job in her view - Chimpanzees could probably do it, but poor Megan would still be flummoxed!

"That's great news! Well done!" Jessica replied, hoping Megan would now leave so she could get on doing the work that intelligent people such as herself had to do.

"Only problem is that I have to go to that big conference they're having up north - that one for teaching you how to sell stuff?"

Jessica felt contempt at the way Megan phrased things, but reminded herself that it wasn't Megan's fault.

"Well, problem is that my daughter is only 14 and I can't take her with me... I can't get anyone to mind her and I was wondering if you knew of anyone?"

Jessica again felt contempt - how the hell would she know where to find someone like that?

"I'm sorry, Megan - I don't know anyone like that." She told her.

Megan's face suddenly changed, Jessica could see the desperation in her face and felt a pang of guilt. This woman HAD saved her life, after all - even if she was a bit slow.

"Uh... well, maybe I could help somehow? Maybe check up on her or something?" Jessica offered. After all, just making a telephone call and asking her daughter if she was okay couldn't hurt, could it?

"Well, she needs someone to be there. Is there any chance you could stay over at my place with her?"

No frigging way! Jessica was NOT going to be seen in a trashy neighbourhood like that - being seen there could start all kinds of rumours!

"How about coming to my place?" She offered without thinking.

"Really?" Megan's voice was filled with surprise! "Um... well, I'm sure she'd love that!"

Jessica cursed herself internally for saying something so stupid! Now she was going to have to put up with some annoying little kid invading her home!

"Wow, thank you so very much! Will you be okay with the time off?" Megan asked.

"Time off?"

"Yes, the conference is four days... I hope that's not too much of a liberty!"

Jessica sighed internally. Well, what could she do?

"Yeah, I guess I could do some work from home..."

Jessica felt dread creeping on herself already.

"Thank you - I'll bring Stacey over on Thursday night as I have to be there on Friday. I’ll return Tuesday evening, when it’s over".

Jessica thought that that would make technically five days then but didn't say anything. And Stacey? The very name suggested 'tramp' to Jessica!

"Thank you! Thank you!" Megan said, almost jumping up and down with each word!

"Yeah. No problem." Jessica replied in a low voice.

‘At least this could help her square her debt to Megan’ she thought.

Megan glanced at her watch and said she'd better get back to her desk before she got another roasting, leaving Jessica to wonder how a good day could suddenly go so wrong as she opened her office door. Good day? Shit! She suddenly remembered she'd arranged a date with Carl over the weekend. No way she was going to cancel that! She'd have to think of something!

Jessica stopped in front of her mirror to check that she was still looking smart. Her skin was smooth and perfect. She was pretty, with a small petite nose and her lovely natural blonde hair tied up in a bun. Jessica knew that she was pretty and often used this to her advantage - after all, no harm in making use of what you've got! She had nice-sized breasts - she wasn't massively endowed although Jessica had nothing but disgust at women who were. Especially those who thought they were somehow great because of it. She herself could show a nice amount of cleavage when she wanted to though. She also always made sure her top button was undone at work, knowing that this could help her get her way when she needed it but not to such a point as being slutty. At 5 foot 9 inches, Jessica was also a bit taller than average and had pretty legs to compliment the rest of her figure, which was nice and slim. Jessica loved being pretty and all the benefits such looks brought with them too! Carl's a lucky guy, she thought to herself!



Thursday evening soon came around. Jessica was sitting in her apartment, dreading the knock on her door. She was hoping that something would go wrong and Megan wouldn't need her to look after her daughter after all. At about 6:15 pm, that hope was dashed!

Jessica opened the door and was almost immediately hit by a barrage of 'thankyous' from Megan.

"Oh my God, thank you so much - you're the greatest!" She blurted.

Jessica glanced down and saw a petite gothic looking girl standing next to Megan. Her hair was black, her nails were black and all of her clothes were black too. She wore torn tights, with a medium length black skirt, as well as a top that Jessica thought looked, unsurprisingly, a touch slutty as it showed a small amount of cleavage which the girl's small developing bust could barely manage as it was. Her mid-riff was bare with a pierced belly button, and Jessica noticed that her nose was also pierced, along with several pirecings in her ears too. Her face was powdered as pale as possible and was 'complimented' by very dark lipstick and a heavy amount of dark eye shadow.

"This is Stacey." Megan added, noticing the direction of Jessica's gaze.

Stacey scowled at the woman before her. She was less than thrilled to be staying with some stuffy bitch. She eyed Jessica and couldn't believe she was wearing such a stuffy outfit outside of work! She knew this whole weekend was going to suck big time. She was probably going to be forced to listen to Frank Sinatra and watch shitty soap operas like sad bitches like her usually did. Why couldn't her mom have just let her stay with her friends? She could have been out getting stoned already!

"Hello Stacey." Jessica forced a smile whilst underneath dreading the whole experience that awaited her.

"Yeah," replied Stacey. “Whatever.”

Megan just laughed nervously before handing a suitcase to Jessica.

"Um... here's Stacey's stuff. I'm sure you two will have a great time together! Anyway, I have to catch a train so I'd better go! Bye!"

Jessica watched Megan hurry back down the corridor from her apartment. She wondered if she was actually hurrying because she couldn't wait to get rid of the pretentious little brat that was now scowling at her from the doorstep!

“Are you goin’ to just leave me out here?” Stacey asked sarcastically.

Jessica broke her gaze from Megan’s retreating cab. Looking down, she met the stare of the scowling teen. She could feel the hatred radiating from the brown eyes. Jessica’s own contempt equaled that of the rebellious girl. It was going to be a long five days, but she decided to make the best of it. Jessica took a deep breath and addressed the child.

“My, aren’t you the charming little dear,” her voice not quite concealing the sarcasm. “Why don’t you come in?”

Stacey rolled her eyes and with an exaggerated sigh dragged her suitcase through the doorway. She made every attempt to move as gracelessly as possible.

Jessica, bearing witness to the marks left on her spotless floors, saw red.

“Could you carry your case please?” Jessica’s tone suggested it was an order not a question.

“Sorry!” Came the reply, though it seemed devoid of any remorse.

The cheery welcome over with, Jessica led Stacey up to the spare room. The way was marked with defiant silence. After reading a long list of don’ts Jessica left Stacey to unpack her things.

‘Children like that just need a firm hand’ she thought.

Once downstairs, Jessica decided to continue her work. She already had a good start on Friday’s business and hoped to finish it up in short order. This hope turned out to be in vain. Jessica was pouring over important figures when a loud thump came from the guest room. Pausing out of concern, she waited for any sign of crisis. After a short time with nothing appearing out of the ordinary, she started over. At about the same point she had previously reached another thump echoed through the house. Again this was followed by silence.

“What could that little witch be up to?” Jessica asked aloud.

Determined not to let it get to her, she again attempted to proof the numbers. This time she had hardly started when the mysterious sound was repeated. Unable to let this go, Jessica headed upstairs to investigate. Before she reached the guest room another mysterious crash emanated from the guestroom. Jessica elected not to knock.

“What is all the racket? I’m trying to work down….” Jessica’s voice faltered at the carnage before her.

There was Stacey sitting in the middle of the room, or what was left of it. Stacey had unpacked her suitcase. The method she chose apparently consisted of throwing the contents in random directions. It didn’t end there. The imported French drapes were ripped half off the rods. The fine bedding had been torn off of the bed and was balled up in an unorganized heap. Cheap posters had been haphazardly thrown up; Jessica didn’t want to know how. As bad as this was, it wasn’t the worst. The little tramp was actually smoking!

Stacey was sitting cross-legged on the floor. She looked up at the sudden intrusion, and smiled. Jessica noticed with distaste that the girl’s skirt was hiked up in a very unladylike manner. She also wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Somethin’ wrong?” She asked, grinding the butt into a rare Chinese vase.

“Something wrong? Something wrong?” Jessica fumed. “Look what you’ve done to my beautiful room!” Her hand made a sweeping motion to emphasize her point.

“I know what I done to your precious room” Stacey smirked. “I gave it character!”

Jessica couldn’t stand the insolent child any longer. She strode over to the seated Stacey and grabbed her arm, painfully. Using her superior size and strength she hauled the girl to her feet.

“Ow!” Stacey yelled. “You’re hurting me Bitch!”

That was the last straw.

“Alright little girl I’m going to teach you to respect your elders!” Jessica scolded.

At that she carried the screaming Stacey over to the bed. The enraged Goth didn’t go willingly. She kicked and flailed, and even tried to bite the larger woman. It was to no avail. Their strengths were to disparate. Jessica leaned Stacey over her lap and hiked her skirt up. Stacey’s thin little behind was exposed. ‘Tramp’ thought Jessica, as she began to spank the bare flesh.

Jessica had to admit Stacey wasn’t just pretending to be tough. She had spanked the little girl’s bottom red. Rather than cry, Stacey just glared at her with pure hatred. Jessica wasn’t worried. She was confident that an obviously intelligent woman such as herself could maintain control. After all, she was dealing with a child. Jessica clucked at the obvious lack of authority Megan must have provided.

Leaving Stacey to think about her actions, Jessica went back downstairs. She poured herself a glass of red wine and went back to work. It took a few minutes to put her anger aside and get into the right frame of mind. Finally she hit her stride and was once again checking the figures. Tension gradually left her and she was soon absorbed in her work. Jessica was just taking another sip of wine when a loud crash startled her. In her reaction to the sudden noise, Jessica spilled the crimson liquid all over her dress.

“That does it!” She slammed down the mostly empty glass and quickly made her way upstairs.

Stacey had apparently thought about her actions; she just came up with different conclusions. Rather than pick up the mess, she made it worse. Black lipstick now covered the walls, and her fancy drapes were now hopelessly shredded. The $2000.00 cut crystal lamp her mother had given her now lay in shards.

“Oops! Clumsy me.” Stacey shrugged.

Jessica’s will was tested, but was far from broken.

“If you thought the spanking was bad, just keep this up and you’ll find out what punishment really is.” She added menacingly. “You’re not dealing with some feeble minded slapper!” Jessica then drew herself up to her full 5’ 9” “You are dealing with a real woman!”

Stacey didn’t act scared like Jessica had expected. She actually seemed to brighten as if an idea came to mind.

“I think we’ll both soon see just what kind of real woman you really are!” Stacey smiled at the statement, almost as if she had told a joke.

“Just remember what I said.” Jessica warned

Jessica waited this time before she again started her work. All was quiet. Stacey must have known that Jessica meant business, as it remained quiet. Without any more disturbances the work progressed rapidly. In no time Jessica finished and put the material away. She looked at her watch noting it was after 10:00 pm.

A quick peek in the spare room showed a sleeping Stacey. Jessica patted herself on the back. If only Megan used the proper discipline. She resolved to let the woman know first thing Tuesday evening how she felt about the sloppy job Megan was doing.

When the door clicked shut again, Stacey’s eyes opened. A grin slowly spread across her face. In the dark she waited…

After putting the soiled dress in the sink to soak, Jessica prepared for bed. She slipped into a silk nighty. The rhythmic action of brushing her long golden locks was relaxing. Eventually the tension over Stacey faded. Jessica took in her reflection. She was proud of her looks; at 28 she was still a head turner. Her smooth skin was lightly tanned, thanks to regular trips to the salon. The bright blue of her irises complimented her silky blond hair. Those very blue orbs drifted downward their gaze settling on her chest. Here Jessica was truly grateful. She had been a late bloomer. As small as Stacey was, she had been even less developed at that age. Her heart ached at the memories of that time. The kids teased her mercilessly. She had been very insecure about her body, a feeling she had never been able to shake.

The sad memories jogged her out of the reverie. Jessica put down the brush and turned out the light. As she made her way to the bed, she unconsciously brought her hand to her breasts. The nightly ritual reassured her she was no longer that little girl…

Stacey waited. She had stealthily crept out of the room while Jessica was preparing for bed. Eventually Jessica’s breathing had slowed and deepened. With catlike movements she made her way to the master bathroom. After quietly closing the door she braved the lights. It didn’t take her long to find what she needed. There were several loose hairs from a brush. Fingernail clippings were easily acquired as well. Stacey almost left with those…almost. With an evil grin she opened the hamper and removed Jessica’s bra. Deciding it would be too obvious to take the whole thing, she settled for the tag. Stacey felt a pang of jealousy as she read the size. If all went well, however, she wouldn’t be jealous for long.

She took the objects she'd gathered back into her room, arranging them separately onto the floor before going over to her suitcase and pulling out a small, leather-bound book. Stacey thumbed through the pages until she found exactly what she was looking for. Walking back to the objects she'd arranged, she sat down in front of them, crossing her legs and sitting up straight. She then pulled two small items of jewelry out of her skirt pocket and placed each of them - one a gothic looking naval ring, the other a humble looking standard ring - and placed them either side of the other objects. Stacey sighed as she realized that this was going to take some time. She placed the book in front of her before scanning a couple of paragraphs of the text presented in it. After a few minutes she closed her eyes and smiled. Everything was working out perfectly. There was just one thing Stacey wasn't sure of. Something about Jessica that would be necessary for this to work. While she meditated, she pondered the likelihood of 28-year-old Jessica meeting the one physical requirement that was needed for the spell. The one requirement that she would no doubt not tell anyone about - especially not Stacey! Stacey guessed that she would simply have to wait and see...

About 3 hours later, Stacey suddenly snapped out of the trance she had slipped into. It was done. All Stacey could do now was wait.

The sudden ringing of the small telephone beside her bed broke Jessica’s deep sleep. Her hand clumsily felt around the top of her bedside cabinet, consistently missing the target until she raised her head and managed to make out the shape of the loudly ringing device through her bleary eyes. She yawned as she lifted the receiver to her ear.

"Uh... hello?" She asked, tiredness still evident in her voice.

"Jessica?" Came a guys voice on the end.

"Uh... yeah..."

"It's Stan McShane - " came the response.

Jessica's head cleared - it was her boss!

"Stan... sorry - was still asleep!" She replied.

"I'm sorry to wake you Jessica - especially on your day off but I'm afraid we have a bit of a crisis here. Someone seems to have hacked into the network during the night and they've made a right mess of everything. Do you think you can come in for a few hours and go through everything with the tech guys n' girls here? We're restoring the backup but as it was made yesterday we need to make an assessment of what's been lost."

Jessica mentally groaned. It was bad enough she had to come into work but the fact that she had to work with the tech people - those nerdy geeks and geekettes - just made it the perfect day. She knew some of the tech guys were always checking her out - a burden she had to put up with what with being so pretty, whilst the geekettes were just pretentious - wearing odd makeup and clothes to be different. Being different was the worst thing you could be! The fact they never got any dates, at least to Jessica's knowledge, should have told them something!

"Sure, Stan. I'll be there ASAP."

"Thanks, Jessica. We really appreciate it!"

Jessica put down the phone and held her head. She'd obviously gotten up too quick as she was starting to feel dizzy now. She reluctantly pulled herself out of bed. Staying sat up on the edge for a few minutes. Finally, she pulled herself right up onto her feet. She started moving forward when she unexpectedly stumbled, suddenly feeling another spell of dizziness. As it subsided, she guessed that was what happened when you had to get up early after a night screaming the brat from hell. She shuffled into the shower, dropping her nightclothes onto the floor along the way. After a few minutes of showering, she stepped out and dried herself off. She checked out her naked body in the mirror next to the shower. Her body was looking particularly good this morning - her skin almost seemed to have a glow to it. Her breasts looked nice and firm, she quickly turned and checked her petite but sexy posterior too - giggling as she did so. 'Those tech guys are going to be drooling again' she chuckled to herself.

After getting dressed, Jessica was surprised to discover she was having a bit of trouble with her hair. Usually, it brushed perfectly. Jessica was very fussy about her appearance - she always insisted the her hair was cut and styled to perfection, so that it would be no trouble and she didn't end up having bad hair days. She still recalled the time she'd kicked up a fuss in a local hairdresser's after the idiotic little tramp in there had cut her hair too short. If these people can't do their job then they simply shouldn't be there - and she'd certainly seen to that!

Jessica swore under breath as she repeatedly brushed at her blonde hair, trying to get it into shape. It simply wouldn't do, as she wanted. Every time the brush went through, her hair would spring back into an almost straggly looking shape. She squinted at it in her dressing mirror. Her hair was still in her usual style, but it was as if it just didn't quite sit there neatly. She picked up her styling spray and began blasting the offending areas, brushing furiously at them. After a few more minutes, she looked at her reflection again and decided that her hair was as good as she was going to get it. Not quite as perfect as usual though. She wondered if she could make a quick emergency stop at the hairdresser's on her way home. She didn't want to look scruffy for her date this weekend, after all! Standing up, she eyed the rest of herself in the mirror. She still looked like an impressive young go-getter. Her top couple of blouse buttons was undone, as always, to give the office boys a hint of something whilst no doubt making the girls seethe with jealousy! She giggled again before grabbing her laptop and bag.

She made her way down the corridor, stopping by the room Stacey had been sleeping in. The door was wide open and Jessica couldn't believe the state of it! She was going to have to have a few more words with that little scrubber! Stacey, however, was not in evidence. Jessica continued into the kitchen. She wasn't going to have breakfast - she wasn't going to ruin the figure she'd spent so much time perfecting in the gym! Jessica had managed to get her body firm and tight in all the right places, giving her pretty but slightly athletic build. She'd have a sandwich or something at work later anyway.

She saw Stacey sitting in her kitchen, still in her nightclothes - an oversized T-shirt with the words 'Fuck You' written in bold lettering on it. Jessica felt that pretty much summed the young tart up perfectly. Stacey was eating a bowl of cereal and had left cereal all over the kitchen counter, as well as cupboard doors half open.

"Must you make a mess everywhere you go?" She asked the young girl.

"Not my house." Stacey replied, halfway through a mouthful of cereal.

Jessica sniffed the air.

"Have you been smoking in here?"

"Just one - I have to have one to get up, otherwise I'm fucked."

Such a charming girl, thought Jessica.

"Your mother told me you have to be at school by 8.30 - it's ten to 8 now!" said Jessica.

"What? Fuck that. I'm going to Alana's house in a bit."

"Certainly not. I promised your mother --" Started Jessica.

"Are you my mom's bitch or something? You don't have to do everything people tell you to!" Stacey shouted.

"No, but YOU have to do what I tell you to!" Jessica shouted back.

"Fuck you, bitch - you're not my Mom!"

"Thank God, but I'm the adult and you're the child. I'm bigger and smarter - that's just how life works. Get used to it!"

Jessica grabbed Stacey's arm and wrenched her off the seat, pulling her out of the kitchen to the room where all her stuff was strewn about.

"And when you get back from school, tidy all this junk up. My home is not a rubbish dump." Jessica scolded.

"Fuck's sake, I'm not 10 years old you know!" Stacey screamed before slamming the door shut.

Jessica stood wondering if the little bitch was going to come out or if this was one of those tantrums that those kinds of girls threw when they couldn't accept the way life is. A few minutes later Stacey threw the door open - answering Jessica's question. She had a school uniform on - untidy though it was. Her skirt was extremely short, showing off the young Goth’s pale bare, slightly skinny legs. Her shirt was slightly too tight - the school tie she wore was loosely tied - the knot being below the small amount of cleavage revealed by the top couple of buttons being undone on her shirt. Stacey's make-up was laid on thick - her face was pale white witch dark red lipstick and the usual think eye shadow and mascara. She'd also pulled her jet-black hair back and tied it. Jessica had to admit to herself that Stacey's hair was actually quite nice - it certainly had a nice shine to it and also brushed pretty well - there wasn't a single hair out of place. It just proved to her that if trampy little slappers like that actually made an effort they could be halfway respectable.

"What are you staring at now? Do you fancy me or somethin'?" Stacey scowled.

"Grow up." Responded Jessica, before marching the 14 year old out of her apartment - she didn't want to chance leaving her in there! Just outside the door she stopped and turned to the young girl.

"What?" Came the response.

Jessica continued to stare. Stacey quickly caught on to what Jessica was doing.

"Yes, I am wearing panties today. Happy?" Stacey asked, sarcastically.

"I'm ecstatic." Jessica returned the sarcasm, while shutting and locking her front door.

The ride to school was quiet. Rather than talk, Stacey sized the older woman up. She was disappointed that the spell hadn’t worked. It had been a long shot, after all. What were the odds of Jessica filling the crucial requirement anyhow? She looked over at the larger woman. ‘If she didn’t dress like an old lady, the odds would be nil’, she thought. Stacey couldn’t stand the smug superior attitude of her oppressor. If only the spell had worked, she would have wiped that look off of Jessica’s face. Stacey imagined being the bigger one; forcing her will on a helpless Jessica. She was still pissed at the way the stuck-up bitch ordered her around, and the thought of a reversal was exciting.

Jessica was relieved when the little tart got out. She stayed at the curb until Stacey passed the monitor and entered the school building.

It was an uneventful drive to work and she arrived in short order. The calm drive was a sharp contrast to the chaos she faced at work. Secretaries and lower staff members were all a buzz over the hacked data. Jessica immediately took command and got them oriented. They had to categorize all paperwork from the point the back up had been secured to the present. Although the back up was only one day old, a corporation of this size generated a lot of numbers. Fortunately it was just one division and could be handled by her department. If things went according to plan they could be done in about four hours.

“I guess its time to face the freaks.” She spoke, addressing the empty office.

Straightening her outfit, she took a deep breath and set out. The elevator ride was short, but she was transported to a different world. Here is where the lifeblood of the corporation flowed thickest. The people down here lived and breathed information. Storage, transmission, protection, you name it; it’s here. There were no powerful clients to impress, so the décor was far removed from the superior quality she was used to.

Jessica entered their lair. She was pleased to see that they were more organized down here. Apparently being systematic was a common trait among these types. They were so involved they didn’t even notice her presence. Jessica took them in a bit before calling attention to herself. Was there a requirement for this job that you had to be strange? The group before her was divided into two types, though they intermingled. The first types were the stereotypical geeks, who were either skinny or quite obese. Glasses seemed to be another distinguishing feature found in them. The second types were the freaks. These beings tended to have wild dyed hair and wardrobes similar to that of Stacey. Metal objects scattered about the anatomy were common features. They had one thing in common; she despised them all. The lazy sots were an embarrassment. At least Jessica thought they were lazy, as she had no real idea of what work they actually did. All Jessica saw was how they looked, like freaks! No wonder they were hidden down here.

She cleared her throat. “How’s it going?”

The sudden interruption startled the group. When they realized a member of management had arrived they scrambled to attention.

Jenkins, a wiry fellow, spoke up. “Oh, we’re doing great”, he paused to push up his glasses. “Kelly and Mathews figured out how they got in and fixed that already. The system is up and running. We can take in the data lost as soon as your people double check it so it’s verified.”

Jessica felt a little out of the loop. She had hoped to be the one to set the plan in motion. She wanted to be the one to receive the credit after all.

“Have them be careful so we don’t have any discrepancies.” Jenkins warned.

Anger flared up inside her, how dared he talk to me in such a tone. She was the one here to give orders. Jessica pounced on the little man determined to put him in his place. He shrank back under her tirade. Satisfied, he had been dealt with, she laid out her plan for the rest of the work required.

“Um…” Jenkins stammered. “We can’t do that.”

Jessica smiled at the uncertainty of the techie. “Why, aren’t your people capable?”

“No, it's not that… We um, can’t do it like you want”

“And why’s that?” She asked her smile fading as agitation once again took hold.

“It would corrupt the data.” Jenkins actually managed a weak smile after proving miss high and mighty didn’t know everything.

Jessica couldn’t believe she had made such a stupid mistake. She retained her composure, determined to stay in control. After a moments thought, she gave them new directions.

“We can’t do that either.” Jenkins’s voice was even more confident this time. “That is outside the fields”

The techies were all smiling now, as they enjoyed the show. Jessica was used to being in control. Having them openly laugh at her brought back her childhood insecurities. Suddenly she felt small.

“Well, just do what you can!” She blurted, eager to leave.

Jessica retreated down the hall. Behind her she could hear their joyous voices, no doubt at her expense. She was glad when she returned to the safety of her own department. Her distress must have still been evident as it caught the attention of one of her co-workers.

“Are you ok?” The older woman asked, noticing her uncommonly disheveled appearance.

“I’m fine really,” Jessica tried to look calm and collected. “It’s been a busy day; you know how hard it is to get these people motivated.”

The woman nodded, but didn’t seem convinced. “Well, try to keep it together. We have an image to uphold.”


Stacey was hard at work trying to look as disinterested as possible. She had barely made it to class on time and drew an angry glare from the teacher. “At least that went well’, she smiled inwardly. Reactions like that only reinforced her image. Stacey vowed to be even later for her next class.

The day dragged on as usual, Stacey sat in her chair bored stiff. Feeling uncomfortable she shifted position in her chair. Her discomfort remained, however, and she gave a loosening tug to her bra. She made no effort to conceal the action and received another dirty look from the teacher. Stacey returned the look, slipping into a disrespectful slouch as she did so. This only made her bra dig in worse, and she was forced to sit upright again. She reached up and noticed something that sent a chill through her spine. ‘I’m bigger’ she realized. Stacey began to surreptitiously explore her newly enlarged assets. The groping exploration of the Goth did not go unnoticed; in fact it was the subject of several of the boys’ dreams that night. Her body began to get aroused by her ministrations.

Suddenly an important fact came to her. The spell was working! Stuffy bitch must actually be a virgin! She could hardly believe it; but the restriction of her clothes only confirmed the fact. An evil grin crossed her face as she realized the power she now possessed. Stacey looked down at the plain ring that adorned her finger. Perhaps this wouldn’t be such a bad weekend after all?

Jessica felt like a fifth wheel. The others were handling everything. She looked at her watch; it was 12:00p.m. She had a couple of hours to kill while the data was entered. Figuring she had to do something, she decided to use the executive gym. It was one of the perks that went with her status. She used it often.

As usual, the place was fairly deserted. Jessica went to her locker and took out her workout clothes. In no time she was dressed and ready to go. She started her warm-up routine. Her body seemed especially limber today. Jessica decided to start on the treadmill. A few buttons and the machine was up and running. She enjoyed the easy pace, her body smooth and steady. It wasn’t long and a blister started to form on her right heel. Jessica shut the machine down and took off her shoe. It slid off easily…too easily.

“Damn imported shoes!” She cursed.

Jessica slipped the offending shoe back on and tried to tighten it sufficiently to stop the blistering. It was no use; the leather had stretched out too much. With running out of the question, Jessica went to the Nautilus resistance machine. There she was surprised to find her performance was a little to be desired. Her usual weight settings were proving too much for her today.

She left the machine and went to one of the many-mirrored walls. Indeed her arms looked thinner. A physical examination confirmed what she saw. Her fingers probed the muscles of her arms. They were definitely softer. The changes didn’t end there. Jessica noted how loose her shorts and top were. She had always prided herself on staying thin. Perhaps she had been trying too hard. Jessica couldn’t remember when she had last eaten a breakfast. Her hands went to her breasts. She could feel how much looser the normally snug fabric had become. A stab of fear hit her at the painful memories that brought back.

Jessica had to know how much she had lost. Abandoning her workout, she went into the shower room. In the corner stood a doctor’s scale. Jessica weighed herself, 118 lbs. She had lost eleven pounds! She immediately regretted skipping lunch.


Stacey waited for the locker room to clear before she examined her reflection. She couldn’t risk being seen actually showing interest in something. Her first impression was that she looked older. This image was accentuated by the extremely tight fit of her clothes. She had deliberately worn them snug this morning, but this was something else. Her tight shirt was now straining its buttons. The shirt itself no longer reached her skirt, giving a tempting glimpse at her tummy. Stacey turned her attention to the short skirt. Whereas it had been suggestive before, it now bordered on the obscene. A peek of her buttocks was just visible beneath. The pleats themselves seamed to hug the fuller cheeks. She seriously doubted she could get away with wearing it the rest of the day.

Taking advantage of the empty room, Stacey rummaged through the lockers for better fitting items. The girls who previously owned them were in for a surprise; she really didn’t give a fuck though. She found a shirt that fit with the normal snugness she preferred. The skirts she had to choose from were all too loose for her tastes. She eventually settled on the smallest one she could find. There was just something naughty about wearing other girl’s clothes. She gave her outfit a final inspection. Stacey realized she wasn’t as developed as Jessica was but the improvement was astonishing. She wasn’t as developed yet. The ring she wore appeared to warm at her thoughts…

Jessica showered quickly, and began to dress. Hopefully everything was going smoothly. She scolded herself for leaving her post like that. Damn, if only she hadn’t let the incident with the techies get to her. Jessica slipped on her bra, her brow creased at the looseness of the cups. ‘Of all the places to lose weight’, she thought. She slipped on her skirt, again noticing the extra room. Jessica fidgeted, uncomfortable with the sudden changes. Bracing herself she took in her reflection. Her hair was simply awful; the styling spray had washed out in the shower leaving her hair looking wild. She tried to put it up in a bun and failed. It was as if her hair was too short to comply. Out of desperation she pulled it back in a ponytail. It made her look a little better anyway.

Mr. McShane was in his office when Jessica came to deliver her report. The secretary waived her by. She was surprised to hear laughter from within. Jessica was further surprised to see Jenkins and McShane laughing, apparently over some jest by the techie. McShane’s mirth faded as he saw Jessica enter.

“Sit down Jessica.” He instructed, motioning to a chair.

Jenkins quit laughing as well, though a certain light danced in his eyes. He nodded to her and gave a somewhat less formal greeting than before.

“Hello again Jessica.” Jenkins’ voice was calm and reassured.

Jessica decided to go on the initiative. “Here are the reports on the data restore.”

McShane didn’t move to take the papers. He treated her with a disappointed and angry look instead.

“I’ve already seen them, Jenkins dropped them off almost a half an hour ago when he was unable to find you.” He admonished.

McShane shifted his attention to Jenkins, his features softening. “Thanks Jenkins good job, I won’t forget it.” McShane extended his hand in appreciation. “Why don’t you head on home, you earned it.”

Jenkins shook the boss’s hand and turned to leave. His Face was full of himself as he nodded good day to a sullen Jessica.

McShane reamed Her good. Jessica had never been reprimanded in such a manner before. She had to struggle not to cry. He even made comments on her unprofessional appearance. Finally in disgust he dismissed her.

“Don’t worry, we won’t bother you Monday,” he added as she skulked out the door.

She tried to maintain her composure as she left. By the time she got to her car she had consoled herself with thoughts of Carl. The mere mention of his name brought to mind pleasant memories of his strong manly body and caring demeanor.

Jessica had time to make it to the hairdresser before she picked up Stacey from school. The place was pretty crowded and Margaret was nowhere in sight. Worry creased her brow. Margaret was the only competent stylist there in her opinion. Jessica caught a glimpse of her reflection in one of the many mirrors. The dull scraggly strands were unacceptable. She wanted to be perfect for Carl tonight. After some serious effort, Jessica managed to secure a chair. She was a preferred customer after all and deserved a spot in front of the riff-raff. Walking proudly past those that had been there first she took her seat. Jessica ignored the angry looks; there was no one important there anyway.

“So, what do you want?” Came a disinterested voice from behind.

Jessica looked up into the mirror to identify the voice and caught her breath. ‘There must be some mistake’ she thought. The hairdresser must have been some sort of punk. Her hair was tinged blue and she had a ring in her nose. The garish outfit she wore looked like it belonged on a streetwalker. There was no way she was going to let this thing touch her hair! Jessica called over the manager and complained.

“I’m sorry Miss Montague-Jones,” the manager apologized. “Audrey here is the only one open right now,” then added. “She’s very good, and might I add we moved you in front of two others as a favor.”

Jessica could see the manager was giving her “Take it or leave it” option. Since she really didn’t have any other choice she relented. The harried manager seemed relieved that the matter was settled and left the two alone.

“So, what do you want?” Repeated the hairdresser, her voice now more agitated than disinterested.

“My hair is normally silky and smooth” she fingered a few strands as she informed the woman. “I woke up this morning and it was like this.”

Audrey nodded and pretended to listen to Jessica’s explanation. She knew better, however. Hair only got this way through serious neglect, and poor genes. These stuck up business types blew all their energy on their careers. ‘If they’d just relax a little and get laid there’d be no problem.

Audrey suggested a new treatment they had just received. Jessica at this point was willing to try anything. The hairdresser had her head on the padded sink and was rubbing the treatment in. The combination of warm water, sweet smelling perfume, and especially the soft kneading motion was extremely relaxing. Jessica started to drift off.

The sound of concerned voices pulled her out of her slumber.

“I don’t know what happened?” Audrey’s voice was defensive.

“You should know,” The manager countered. “You were the one working on her!”

“All I did was use some of that new stuff!” She motioned to the bottles by the sink. “How was I supposed to know it would do that?” Audrey jerked a thumb towards Jessica.

Jessica’s eyes widened as she realized she was the cause of concern. She swiveled her head towards the mirror. Her hair was a mess! It looked like she had swum in the ocean then went for a motorcycle ride. She reached up and touched it. The hair felt coarse and dry.

“Don’t worry Miss Montague-Jones,” Stammered the suddenly humble manager. “We’ll do our best to fix it.”

Jessica was almost too horrified to speak. Almost. Her rage began to build as she grasped the enormity of the situation. Tonight of all nights, this has to be? What with Carl coming over and all, it’s so unfair. Jessica’s anger cowed the increasingly apologetic staff. While she would have liked to chew them out further, Jessica realized she was pressed for time.

She plopped back in her chair. “Do what you can!”

Forty-five minutes later a pissed off Montague-Jones left the Hairdresser. They had soaked her hair in conditioners and used a straightening gel. The results were far from satisfactory. While it wasn’t as dry, her hair still felt course and refused to lie properly. To make matters worse, the solutions darkened her hair several shades. She vowed never to return to those butchers.

Jessica had just enough time to get to Stacey’s school. Her car was a couple blocks away and she walked briskly. Her rapid pace caused her loose skirt to settle a little lower on her hips. Jessica was in too much of a hurry to notice. She climbed into her Jaguar, and cursed when she had to move the seat up a notch. She must have bumped it somehow getting out. Jessica took a glance at her hair in the rearview mirror. She had to edge it downward a little for a better look. Although it was a mess, the darker shade did make her face appear more youthful…

She guessed that was something good to come out of what had otherwise been one hell of a day! She sighed, taking a few moments to compose her and get a grip. The day had been a hellish blur - but at least tonight would be different. She just had one problem - what was she going to do about Stacey? She didn't really want her lurking around the house while she entertained Carl... That could be embarrassing - and the last thing she needed after the kind of day she'd had! Jessica decided she'd have to think of something, before she glanced at her watch and realized she'd better pick that little tramp up - despite how tempting it was for her to just leave her. She reached for her key and started the ignition; briefly noticing it was harder for her to turn than usual, before shifting into gear - which proved to similarly difficult.

"You'd better start stepping up the workout sessions, girl!" She said to herself - she hadn't struggled with anything like this for a couple of years now - not since her gym sessions.


Stacey made her way out of the gate from the school, along with a few new male admirers she'd managed to acquire throughout the day - though they were following at a cautious distance! She hadn't managed to take another look in the mirror and see how she'd changed, but the draft she felt across her bare legs and the tightness around her behind and chest suggested she'd gotten a bit bigger again! She smiled as she saw a guy chatting to his girlfriend suddenly take a double look at her - not much to the amusement of his girlfriend though!

Stacey spotted the dark green Jaguar belonging to Jessica, parked at the end of the small road that led to the school. She could see that Jessica had the vanity mirror down and was doing something to her face. Stacey figured that they must have exchanged a couple of years - the process was fairly gradual after all. At least, that was her understanding from the book anyway. She reasoned that Jessica wouldn't look very different. She walked up and pulled open the door and got in.

Jessica was startled, whirling round in her seat.

"Hey, what the --" She started, at first not recognizing the girl that had gotten into the car.

Stacey found herself similarly startled - also wondering momentarily if she'd gotten into the wrong car! Jessica looked quite different to what she'd expected - she looked visibly thinner, not like someone who worked out at the gym. She still had the figure of an adult woman, but she was now very slim! Her clothes looked a bit loose on her, particularly around the chest - this morning Jessica had been pushing that blouse right out, now the two undone buttons revealed a bit of space between the material and her breasts. Her bust appeared to have reduced to a size that could have, at best, been described as average for an adult woman. Her skin also looked paler... and her dull hair looked almost brown now rather than blonde!

Jessica found herself noticing differences in Stacey also - the young Goth was wearing much smaller and tighter fitting clothes! She found herself surprised at the difference it made to her appearance. Stacey's body appeared to be displaying a maturity that Jessica hadn't noticed before. Her bare legs looked fuller than they had before, more shapely and feminine with a hint of muscle tone too - like she'd been working out a bit! She guessed she hadn't noticed before due to the fact that the little slut was now wearing a much shorter skirt. She could see the young girl's panties! Her shirt looked similarly too small - Jessica noticed Stacey was now wearing a sports shirt, rather than the uniform one she'd been wearing earlier. Obviously the school had no sense of discipline - how typical! The shirt revealed a little tease of flesh between it and the top of the girl's skirt. The biggest surprise for Jessica was Stacey's chest! She could have sworn that she'd only had the budding breasts of an average teen that age, but in that shirt she appeared to have a rather full bust! Her young breasts were pushing at the fabric of the shirt, the top two buttons of which were now undone showing a tease of her cleavage!

Jessica noticed Stacey glaring at her. The young Goth’s face also looked slightly different - she put it down to the makeup. No doubt the little tart's makeup needed renewing every few hours and she'd obviously borrowed someone else's - probably a fellow tart's. It did make her look slightly more mature though. She was still undoubtedly a young teen, but there was a hint of cuteness now to her looks. Jessica felt that she was looking almost pretty! What a shame she was too trashy to make the most of that! She also noticed the young Goth’s hair was looking lovely and silky - much to her own annoyance - and seemed to be more of a dark brown than the black she thought it was.

"Are you just going to fucking stare at me?" Stacey suddenly snapped.

"Uh. Sorry..." Apologized Jessica - she was starting to feel a bit intimidated by Stacey's appearance... she wasn't sure why. In fact, the more she thought about it - the more stupid it seemed feeling that way about someone who was nothing more than a child!

"I didn't realize that you could look like any more of a scrubber..." She added, trying to reinforce her air of authority on the young girl. She didn't feel quite as big as she thought she would though.

Stacey was tempted to retort with 'what's the matter? Not getting any?' but grinned to herself as she realized she already knew the answer to that! She watched as the snob started her car and pulled out. She wondered what could have caused her to diminish so apparently in such a short space of time. They could only have exchanged 2 or 3 years at most, yet she was visibly smaller! She guessed that Jessica must have spent the last few years really working on her appearance - she couldn't wait to see what she was like with all that work stripped away! Stacey folded her arms over her rather more substantial chest and smiled wickedly. This was going to be sweet!

Jessica tried to take her mind off of Stacey throughout the journey home but found it hard with her sitting right next to her! The fact that she'd had such a bad day didn't help much either. She guessed having a nice long shower and relaxing for a while before her big date tonight would help take all her troubles away. Well, most of them. She still had to put up with Stacey! There was no way Jessica was going to have her hanging around while Carl was there... She glanced at the girl in question - she couldn't get over the difference a change of clothes and makeup made! Maybe she'd have to consider revising her wardrobe a bit too... after all, she thought, if it can make a grungy little madam like Stacey look almost pretty, just imagine what it could do for a beauty like her! Which reminded her - she'd have to have something to eat! She'd obviously overdone the dieting lately!

Jessica pulled the Jaguar into her parking space. Living in an apartment meant she had to park in a private car park underground. As soon as she shut the engine off, she threw the door open and leapt out - almost too eagerly! She stumbled a bit, having misjudged the distance to the ground! Jessica totted - today had worn her out so much, she was losing her balance! She closed the door and then noticed Stacey was still sitting in her car.

"Ahem..." She coughed, hinting at the young Goth.

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Stacey took the hint and opened the door, climbing out and standing up. Jessica received another shock. She could have sworn that Stacey had been about 5 foot 2, if that - yet she now looked taller than that - more like 5 foot 6! Jessica glanced at Stacey's feet - she was just wearing regular trainers (which Stacey had also stolen). Stacey put her hands on her hips.

"Now what?" She asked - of course, she knew what the problem was!

"Uh... nothing..." Jessica said, sounding unsure.

Stacey slammed the door shut on Jessica's Jag.

"Can we get something to eat, for fuck's sake? I'm starving!" She moaned.

Jessica had to agree - she could do with some food too.

Back in her apartment, Jessica pulled open her cupboards. There wasn't much at all, but Stacey wasn't waiting for Jessica - she'd already found some junk food somewhere and began eating it in front of Jessica.

"Hey! That's mine! I was saving that!" Jessica wailed, realizing she was sounding a bit childish.

Stacey grinned.

"Hey sorry, but I need food! I don't want to end up skinny like you!" She teased.

Jessica frowned. What did she mean by that? So she'd lost a bit of weight this past week... big deal! Deciding to ignore the young teen's comments, the older woman went into her refrigerator to see what she could put into a sandwich. As much as it pained Jessica, she had to agree with Stacey in that she was getting a bit too thin. She wouldn't have said she was skinny though. She hadn't been skinny since she was a teen!

Jessica made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a quick snack before her shower. She misjudged the jelly, though and put too much on. Rather than scrape off the excess, Jessica gave a shrug and ate it anyway. Biting into the overloaded sandwich caused small amounts of jelly to ooze out. Oblivious of her actions Jessica wiped her sticky fingers on the fabric of her specially tailored skirt.

Stacey had to stifle a laugh as she watched the woman leave telltale purple streaks on her clothing. She had moved to the kitchen table to eat and observe Jessica, though “Jessie” seemed more accurate at the moment. Stacey crossed her legs and observed the changes in behavior. Jessie had abandoned the slow graceful walk that she had perfected over the years. The rapid gait she had adopted recently held far less sophistication.

The chips she had been munching on began to lose their appeal. Stacey put them back in the cupboard and selected some yogurt instead. She couldn’t help grinning as she passed Jessie. Their height difference was much reduced from their first meeting.

Jessica hadn’t paid any attention to the girl as she passed by. Her mind was on finishing her snack so that she could prepare for her date. Jessica actually caught herself gulping her milk. ‘Slow down girl’, she thought.

Stacey couldn’t believe former miss stuffy bitch was actually gulping down milk! She shifted her position, sitting up straighter. This was too good to miss! ‘I wonder how far it will go’ she thought.

Jessica realized it was getting late and she hadn’t even started to get ready yet. She left Stacey to her own devices and went upstairs to shower.

“Damn it!” She shouted, as she tripped over her nightclothes. “What the hell are these doing here?

She scooped up the garments she had dropped before, and threw them into the hamper. Jessica then stepped out of her shoes and tossed them into the closet. Her conservative skirt slid down effortlessly. Jessica then unbuttoned her blouse; it seemed rather loose to her trained eye. Her bra was disconcertingly slack as well. Starting to fidget, she quickly thumbed down her panties and dashed into the shower.

The hot spray felt exquisite. For several minutes Jessica did nothing but stand under the invigorating stream of water. She picked up the shampoo and began to lather her hair. Even wet her hair felt scraggly.

“Damn those butchers!” She cursed, choosing to ignore the state of her locks before going to the hairdressers.

Jessica rinsed off the shampoo and applied some conditioner. While that was soaking, she turned her attention to her body. The soft natural sponge felt like gentle caresses on her skin. Slowly she worked her way along her arm until she reached the area where it met her breast. The sensitive skin of her breast came alive with the contact. Jessica inhaled sharply as the sensation hit home. Her hand worked its way forward, the sponge leaving a trail of suds. Her erect nipples awaited her touch. Jessica imagined she was with Carl, entwined in a lovers embrace. How long she waited for such a man to have her. Jessica’s sex cried for attention down below. She happily obliged, not that she had much choice at that point.

After the thorough shower, the trying details of her day seemed faint and distant. Jessica toweled herself dry in that magical area of the bathroom, the spot where the cool air mixed with the heat radiating from the shower. It always reminded her of spring battling it out with winter. She smiled at her familiar childhood memory.

She wrapped a towel around her head and went to her dresser to pick out some lingerie. She had been saving the sexy black garments for a special occasion. Jessica remembered how naughty it felt trying on the tight skimpy garments in the store. She let out a giggle at the thought of the effect they would have on Carl. Jessica bent at the waist and stepped into the panties. She slowly slid the sensuous fabric upward, awaiting the snug grip as they formed around her ass. It didn't come. Jessica stood there in shock as she held the slightly loose waistband. Stacey's comment came to mind.

"I don't want to end up skinny like you,” The words echoed in her head.

Clad only in the ill-fitting panties, Jessica hurried over to the dressing mirror. Her face reflected the worry she felt. She didn't see that though. Her gaze was directed elsewhere.

"Oh my God!" She cried.

How could she have lost so much weight so fast! The loose fabric made her ass look positively skinny. Her legs appeared much less shapely too! Jessica's attention turned to her breasts. One arm had been draped across them defensively at her alarm. Their reassuring weight seemed somehow absent. Her dread curiosity outweighing her fear, Jessica removed her arm.

"Oh my God!" Repeated the stunned woman.

Her sudden weight loss had affected her breasts more than she had realized. The firm mounds were no longer the full C that she had been so proud of. At best they appeared to be barely in the B cup range. 'How could I have let this happen', she thought. It must be that her metabolism was changing. 'That must be it' she rationalized. She hadn't really changed her habits. Still...

Carl was coming and she had no time to ponder the "whys". She had to make do for now. Jessica broke herself away from the mirror and went back to her dresser. Reaching back into the drawer, she found one of the Wonder Bras she had worn before when she had needed a little "extra".

Checking herself in the mirror again, she realized her bust looked to be almost back to its former glory, thanks to the wonder bra. At least something had gone right today! She decided she'd have to worry about dieting and exercise plan later, although she did cast one last glance at her legs. They were usually very shapely and feminine but she felt that they just weren't looking so great today. There was nothing she could do about that now anyway!

Making her way back into her kitchen, Jessica suddenly remembered Stacey as she saw her sitting there eating a sandwich she'd stolen from Jessica's refrigerator. There was no way she wanted Stacey around while Carl was there... Of course, Jessica didn't want to even admit it to herself but she was starting to feel a bit threatened by the young teen...

Stacey looked up at Jessica and grinned.

"What are YOU grinning at?" Jessica asked, sharply.

"Wearing a wonder bra, eh?" Stacey laughed, looking at Jessica's chest.

Jessica blushed - how dare this little girl poke fun at HER, an adult woman!

"Actually no..." Jessica lied, "And even if I were wearing such a thing... at least *I* have a bust to enhance!"

She felt like she'd got one over on Stacey for a second but followed her gaze as she looked down at her chest with a quizzical look. Stacey's bust was actually looking rather healthy for a girl her age... Jessica suddenly felt rather stupid - her retort didn't seem quite as cutting as she'd hoped, particularly given the teen's chest was actually straining the bra and shirt that she was wearing... Jessica took comfort in the fact that; even 'unenhanced' her own breasts were still bigger and more developed than Stacey's - even with her lost weight. Although a nagging doubt in her mind warned her that she wasn't that much bigger...

"Look, just fuck you okay?" Stacey replied, going back to her sandwich.

"Um..." Jessica started nervously.

Stacey looked up and rolled her eyes.

"Now what?"

"Well..." Jessica began, "I have a date tonight..."

"Yes, I realized." Stacey replied, "Hoping to get laid at last, eh?" She added with a slightly wicked grin.

Jessica's face burned again.

"Why the embarrassment?" Stacey teased, "I mean... it's not like it's your first time, is it? What with you being such a big adult woman..."

Jessica felt totally humiliated! There was no way Stacey could know her 'little secret'... was there?

"Of... course not..." Jessica stammered, "It's just not appropriate for someone to say that kind of thing, that's all."

"Oh, I do apologize." Stacey's tone was sarcastic.

"Look, I just want you to go away for a bit... go out, see your loser friends or something."

Stacey shook her head.

"Can't." She said.

"Why not?" Asked Jessica.

"They're all busy tonight."

Jessica had to get rid of her somehow - even for just a few hours! She couldn't have one of their exchanges in front of Carl - it would be even more embarrassing in front of someone!

"Well, why don't you go and see a movie or something... I'll even pay!"

Stacey snorted, "One of those mainstream trashy Hollywood things? Fuck that. Only morons like that shit."

"Look, I just want you to piss off for tonight, okay?" Jessica snapped.

"Oooh!" Stacey teased again. "Well, I wanna phone my ex-boyfriend. You let me do that and I'll probably be gone for hours."

"Yes, yes fine. Just stay out of the way of both Carl and myself."

Stacey grinned again.

"This Carl... is he hot?"

Jessica fumed but Stacey got up and ran out of the kitchen giggling. Jessica couldn't believe the cheek of the girl! And she was actually getting worse! Jessica's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She glanced at her watch - Carl wasn't due for another 45 minutes yet! Who could it be?

She opened the door to see Carl standing there. He looked a bit out of breath.

"C--Carl..." She started.

"I know I'm early, but I had a bit of 'incident' earlier with my car and had to drop it in now. Thought I'd surprise you!" He grinned, pulling out a bottle of Champagne from behind him.

Jessica laughed at the slightly madcap expression on his handsome face.

"Can I come in?" He added.

"Yes... sorry..." Jessica felt a bit flummoxed by his sudden appearance.

"I'm sorry Jess, I hope I haven't caused any inconvenience. I can come back later if you'd prefer."

Jessica smiled. He was so cute!

"No, no trouble. You might have to wait for dinner though!" She said as she motioned him in.

Carl stepped in and looked oddly at Jessica for a second.

"Uh... what's wrong?" She asked nervously.

"Nothing - you just look... very pretty today..."

Jessica suddenly felt uncomfortable. The look that had appeared on his face for a split second was that of someone who was a bit surprised by something. Carl was too nice to say anything - and not only that - but he normally said she looked beautiful when she saw him at work... Now she was only pretty? Was she reading too much into this or was her weight loss detracting from her looks now too?

"Have you done something with your hair?" He quickly asked.

"Oh... It's a bit of a long story..." Jessica started.

"It... looks... nice." He smiled.

This was a disaster! She obviously looked awful! Jessica just wanted the ground to swallow her up right there and then.

He moved over to the couch and sat down.

"So, where's the brat?" He asked.

"Er... she's out somewhere I think..." Jessica lied.

"Kids that age can be a real pain... I remember when I was 18 and my brother was 14... Geez. Thought he'd never grow up!" Carl reminisced.

"Well, you just have to make sure they know who's the adult. I mean, I'm the adult here and she's the child. I'm bigger; she's smaller and has to look up to me. It's just the way the world is - with good reason too." Jessica added.

Carl nodded thoughtfully. Just as Jessica finished her sentence, she felt a slight sensation of dizziness again. Stacey was catching up with her ex-boyfriend Matt on the phone when she suddenly paused in conversation. She was feeling a slight sensation of dizziness also.

"Hey, you still there?" Came a voice on the other end of the phone.

"Uh.. Yeah..." Stacey added vaguely. The ring on her finger was starting to feel very warm...

"Are you OK?" Matt asked. "Your voice sounds different."

Stacey realized he was right. Even through the dizzy spell she could tell her voice was deeper. She struggled to think of an explanation.

"Must be stuffy bitch's phone." Stacey replied, trying to sound more like her old self.

Matt wasn't one to be too concerned about anything other than himself so let the matter drop. Stacey sat there listening to him drone on and on about himself. 'He's such a juvenile' she caught herself thinking, as the self-centered young teen continued. Stacey tugged at her bra; the "borrowed" garment was getting extremely uncomfortable. The more she thought about it the more uncomfortable she became. The added restriction of the increasingly tight shirt was making it difficult to breathe. Her eyes went wide as she reached up and touched her breast.

"I gotta go," she cut him off in mid sentence. "I'll call you back!"

Stacey slammed the phone down to make for the mirror, and almost fell flat on her face. It wasn't the dizzy spell; her whole center of balance felt off. She stood still for a few seconds to get her bearings. The room felt odd...like everything was smaller. After a few moments she cautiously took a few steps. Everything seemed fine, so she continued on to the mirror. It was hard to see much in the little oval. She wished she had a bigger one to get a better view. Suddenly she remembered Jessie's dressing mirror. Stacey cautiously made her way to Jessie's room. The three large panels gave a full view of her body.

"Holy Fuck!" Her voice was full of awe.

The beautiful 19 year old that stared back at her bore little resemblance to the skinny child she was yesterday. Stacey lifted her hand to her cheek. The dumbstruck woman in the mirror did the same. She looked like she was going to explode out of her clothes. Wanting to be free of the constricting garments Stacey moved to unbutton her shirt. As she looked down she became shocked yet again.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Her rich sexy voice boomed.

Two large globes blocked her view downward. She was used to having an unobstructed view of her feet. Stacey's now prominent chest was straining the poor fabric to the max. Desperate to be free she abandoned the unbuttoning and tore the shirt open. Buttons were still clattering off the walls and furniture when the bra joined the shirt on the floor. Stacey cupped the swaying mounds, amazed at their size and weight. 'I have boobs! I actually have real BOOBS!' She felt like she was dreaming.

She caught her reflection, and saw the ridiculously small skirt. Letting go of her breasts, she tried to heave the skirt down. It took considerable effort to get the child size band over her womanly hips. Her panties, unable to cover her adult form, had become little more than a thong. Stacey pulled these down as well. Standing naked in Jessie's bedroom, she noted the changes down below. Her exposed sex sprouted a luxurious matt of light brown hair; a far cry from the thin line her 14 year old body had possessed. Stacey's hand drifted there.

The sensations she encountered were amazing. She had pleasured herself before, but it was never like this. It was as if every nerve was more sensitive and alive. She probed deeper into the moist heaven as her other hand caressed her erect nipples. The pace became faster as her need became more urgent. Her deep breaths became sensuous moans as she neared the threshold. Suddenly her world exploded as she reached a climax never before imagined....


Jessica stumbled a bit as the wave of dizziness came over. She put a hand to her temple and waited for the feeling to pass.

"Jess, are you ok?" Carl's voice was full of concern.

"Yes. Uh. I think so." He voice reflected her embarrassment.

Jessica shook her head and pasted a smile on her face. "I guess I'm still recovering from your surprise."

Carl didn't seem convinced, but let it pass. Jessica hoped to change the subject as his gaze was making her uncomfortable.

"Um... Why don't you make yourself comfortable, and I'll like make some supper." Jessica suggested nervously.

Jessica cursed herself. 'I can't believe I just said that. I must have sounded like a fool’ Quickly she made her way to the kitchen. Carl watched her leave, sneaking a peak at her ass. To his surprise the loose dress she wore hung down with barely a suggestion of the curves he'd come to treasure. Her sexy rear now looked a bit boyish. 'Has she lost weight?' his brow furrowed at the thought. Her pale legs appeared decidedly skinny too.

Carl thought back to his unexpected arrival. The dramatic change she had done to her hair almost made him drop the wine! Carl really loved her long blond hair. He especially liked the way the silky strands would bounce and flow with her movements. He couldn't believe she had chopped it off! The shorter style was extremely unflattering. While it did make her appear more youthful, the dark unkempt style belonged on a gutter punk, not an executive!

Carl could hear the clatter of dishes and decided to follow her suggestion. He wandered about the living room, taking in his surroundings. Jessica's home was tastefully decorated. A stereo with an impressive selection of music caught his eye. 'Just the thing to set the mood' he thought. Carl started thumbing through the titles when he heard a woman's voice swear. At first he thought it was Jessica and paused in concern. The noises continued unabated from the kitchen. Carl was about to shrug it off as his imagination when he heard the voice again. He knew it wasn't his imagination this time. He had distinctly heard "NO FUCKING WAY". Carl was also certain the voice did not come from the kitchen. It sounded like it came from upstairs.

He made his way up the staircase, the soft carpet muffling his steps. The first room he came to was undoubtedly the little brat's. Carl surveyed the devastation, shaking his head. 'The kid needed her little bottom spanked' he thought. Ratty black clothing was strewn every which way. The walls were a mess, with posters and what looked like lipstick covering the cream colored paint. A noise from further down the hall pulled him away. Carl strolled nonchalantly along the hall and looked in.

What he saw nearly dropped him to his knees. A beautiful naked woman was pleasuring herself in front of a mirror. Her beautiful lithe body was rocking in ecstasy. Carl couldn't help but stare at her tanned body and shapely legs. He wished he could see her breasts better. The woman was facing away from him and her arms were obstructing the view. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of her face when it occurred to him what he was doing.

Carl quickly stepped back into the hall hoping she didn't see the movement. His heart was hammering, both from the fear of being detected and from the amazing sight he had just beheld. The sounds coming from the bedroom let him know the strange beauty was still busy. Carl quickly made his way back downstairs, well as quickly as he could, considering the erection he had.

Jessica was having a terrible time with supper. She had misjudged the weight of the wok sending it crashing to the floor. It seemed unusually heavy and awkward in her hands. She was having a tough time remembering how to make her stir-fry. She had made it effortlessly for years, but now drew a blank. Jessica finally resorted to a cookbook. While trying to sort out the process she pulled up the shoulder strap of her dress. The damn thing kept slipping down.

The hiss of water hitting a burner reminded her of the rice. The foaming mass was bubbling all over. Jessica momentarily forgot where the potholders were.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" The scalding water made her cry out.

With a desperate heave she tossed the mess into the sink. Gooey globs of rice splattered the surrounding area. Jessica was sucking on her burned thumb when Carl entered the kitchen. She was so horrified to be caught in such a position that she yanked her thumb out. The resulting "smack!" brought a blush to her pale cheeks.

"Are you OK?" He asked for the second time that evening.

"Yes, I just burned my fucking thumb." Jessica surprised herself with the vulgarity.

Once again Carl was faced with carnage. This time it was at the hands of his date. He couldn't believe the mess she made. From all the stories Jess had told him he thought she was an expert chef. Was she making it all up? The clutter before him suggested she had. He thought she was more mature than that.

"Well," Carl tried to sound cheerful. "Let's see what we can do with this."

He had to admit it was rather fun salvaging the dinner. Carl was no slouch in the kitchen and soon had things going proper. Jessica tried to help, but seemed remarkably unsure of her. He was too busy to put too much thought into the matter. Still, it was striking how different she seemed from the confident well-groomed professional woman he saw at the office.

Rather than have a formal dinner in the dining room, they decided to eat at the little kitchen table. They sat at one corner intimately close to each other. The food and the wine were getting to them. Jessica had finally started to relax. Here she was with this wonderful man. The evening was turning out after all the mishaps. She felt nothing could go wrong now, not even that little tramp was going to get in the way. Suddenly Jessica felt another wave of that disturbing dizziness pass over her.

"Ooh.. There it goes again!" Jessica giggled.

The alcohol in her blood increased the effect of the dizziness, causing her to pitch forward into Carl's arms. Carl caught her easily and was rewarded with an open view down her dress. Carl was a bit of a breast man and was always open for just such an opportunity. The person in Carl’s arms was much lighter then he expected. The front of the dress flopped down, and Carl glanced quickly downward and was surprised. Where he remembered there being a woman’s full bust, there was now the swellings more common to a teenager. And she was a young teen at that. Looking down further, he was shocked to see what used to be, at least in his wine addled memory, the curves and roundness of a woman, was now the lines and bumps of a teen, at best 14. Even her arms were thinner then he remembered. None of the muscle mass or firmness he had admired. Jessica was barely awake. Between the dizziness brought on by the spell, the wine and her general feeling of disorientation, she was not really sure what was happening, and merely leaned into Carl. She felt his strong arms and chest, but somehow, it was not as exciting or erotic as she pictured. Instead, he felt, well, like a father figure, not a romantic one. The last feeling she had before passing out was a memory of her father holding her when she was a young girl.

Carl could tell by her soft breathing, she had passed out. He looked at her. The hair, more brown then blonde, was changed from when he had come in, just 2 hours earlier. Her body was not anything like what he imagined, and he wondered about the magic of modern garment and “wonderbras”. Glancing quickly under the top of Jessica’s dress, the bra was floating on her chest, clearly designed for a larger girl. Was she ill, he pondered, as he put her down on the sofa and stood up. And what of the sexy creature upstairs he thought? Feeing the blood rush to his loins as he considered her. Carl was a gentleman, and the more that he considered the situation, the more embarrassed he became. His mind made up, he put a blanket over Jessica, looking like a 14-year-old teen, and quietly slipped out the door, hoping that come next week, this would all make sense.

Stacey had to sit down when the dizzy spell hit her again. She smiled, as she knew it was going to be wonderful. The rush hit her and hit her again. She could almost feel her body expanding, growing, and developing. Stacey could even feel her thinking patterns changing, evolving into something new. Her skin was covered with a light layer of sweat, and she felt the cool air of the air conditioner blow across it, causing her to shake and come back to reality. Slowly standing again, she took in her new perspective on the room.

Yes! Oh yes! She thought to herself, she was clearly taller, taller then even a moment ago. Somehow, she knew that would be the last transfer, and that she was now a full 5’9”. Looking at herself in profile, she was amazed at the sheer size she was now. Stacey was looking at the mirror, and noted she was taller then she ever pictured herself being. Her legs were long, shapely and strong looking. They had the visible muscle mass and shape that comes from natural gift and a dedicated workout program. Running her hands up her new thighs, she revealed in the feeling of fullness and size. Her skin was smooth and warm to the touch. Her complexion was clear and slightly tanned. Her hands reached behind her to touch her butt. As she did, the thought hit her, “This is not a butt”, and she smiled, “it’s a woman’s ass”, and she squeezed the full cheeks. Her hands traced her lush hips and the round, heart shaped ass, making her smile at the fullness. Moving upwards, she rubbed softly the bush of hair on her groin, feeling the moisture under it and resisting temptation to rub harder. Maybe later, she thought and giggled. Looking in the mirrors, she could see her tight, flat tummy and neat waist. Can’t be more then 25, maybe 24 inches she mused. Her belly button was an “inny”. Her ribs flared out gracefully, and then she locked onto the large mounds on her chest. Hands moved on their own, cupping the lush breasts from underneath. Stacey hefted them for weight and size and she giggled. “Man, I’m stacked! Look at these boobs”, she exclaimed in her head. “I must be a 36C at least”!! Then she remembered doing the spell and the label and knew it was true. Her nipples were large and round, and swollen in the cool air. Looking at her face, she ran her fingers over her cheeks. They were soft and warm, and devoid of makeup and piercing of any kind. Where she had had a nose rings and her ears notched, her skin was smooth. She touched herself in wonder. No makeup, and her face were clear and dare she think it, beautiful. Her hair was black, but shoulder length and luxuriously thick and bouncy. Even the belly button ring was gone! She had been reborn and grown up! She had become everything she believed she could never be. This was so cool. She giggled again, and knew she had to find some clothes to wear.

Stacey rummaged threw Jessica’s dresser and drawers. Finding a matching pale yellow bra and panty set, she examined them. “Yes! 36C, that bitch was stacked”, she thought holding up the bra, knowing it would fit her nicely. “Bet Jessica’s not so big now” and she giggled. Putting the bra threw her arms and the straps onto her shoulders; she reveled in how she easily filled out the cups, as she fastened the hooks. Lifting the panties and enjoying the snug fit, she found a pair of blue-jean shorts, and an oversized baby blue t-shirt. Looking in the mirror, she could see her new curves were visible and she was now all woman, yet somewhat modestly attired. Her arms looked toned and fit, tying the t-shirt just above her taut belly, she admired the swell of her bust and the curve of her ass. Turning, she could see her legs looked long and strong, full and curvy. She picked up a brush, and quickly ran it through her hair. It was time to show Jessica, “or is it Jessie now”, she mused, whose the boss and whose the grown up. The ring felt warm on her finger, and she lifted it to her new lush lips and kissed it. Looking one last time in the mirror, Stacey smiled at the beautiful, sexy, and adult woman looking back at her. Time for a new beginning, she thought to herself.

Stacey walked downstairs with a long loping stride and a confidence she had not felt before. She could feel the slight bounce of her full bust and the sway of her lush hips as she walked down the stairs. In addition, Stacey felt stronger, taller and sexier then ever before. Being 7 inches taller gave her a new perspective on the world. The rail of the stairs barely came to her waist, whereas before it was almost to her chest. Entering the living room, she saw Jessica, asleep under a blanket. Stacey smiled to herself, as she took in the sight. The person under the blanket was not the Jessica of Thursday evening. No, that was a grown up and a rather stuffy one at that. The little body under the blanket, with the soft face of a 14year old, was just that, a young teen. Stacey watched her sleep while considering all the possibilities and options.

It really had not occurred to her, that the spell would actually work. Even if it was real, she was sure that Jessica could not possibly be a virgin, not in this day and age. Yet, she was, witness the fact the spell worked! And how, she smiled inwardly. Stacey looked around the room, at the wreckage from Carl and Jessica’s aborted dinner date. The kitchen was a mess and the kitchen table needed clearing and the dishes were piled in the sink. Tapping a finger to her full lips, Stacey began to formulate a plan. “If I’m now the grown-up, then clearly, this little one is the child. Since all her gear fits me and it won’t fit her anymore, the only stuff for Jessica to wear is my stuff upstairs. I wonder how she’s going to like being Goth?” and she giggled out loud at the thought and picture.

Stacey reached down and tugged on the foot sticking of the blanket.
“Hey, hey, sleepy head! Wake up!” she said as she tugged and watched Jessica’s eyes slowly open to her new reality.

Jessica opened her eyes, and felt her head throb from the wine, and the residue of the spell. She saw the large feminine hand tugging her foot, and followed it up to the toned arm and curvy figure it was attached to. Her eyes locked on the face of the woman tugging at her, and she seemed familiar. Like someone she knew, but could not quite place.

Stacey tugged harder, yanking the blanket off and exposing Jessica in her now oversized dress. The dress that came to her thighs now brushed her feet. Jessica looked at herself and panicked.

“What the fuck is going on here”, she yelled, in a voice that was far to young. “What the hell happened to my voice and to me”? Staring up at the beautiful, large woman in the living room.

Stacey calmly looked at her, and smiled. And reached out and slapped her face, sharply, across the cheek. The sound of the slap echoed thru the apartment.

“Oww, what the fuck was that for”, Jessica asked, shocked at her vocabulary and diction, but unable to do anything about it.

Stacey slapped her again. Her large palm impacting sharply on Jessica’s soft cheek, and turning it red. Jessica raised her hand and rubbed her cheek and began to softly sob, overwhelmed by the feelings.

“That was for the language young lady. I simply will not tolerate that type of gutter talk. You can talk that way with your low-life slapper friends, but not around me, or any other grown up. Am I clear”? Stacey asked harshly, her eyes hard and without pity.

“What, I mean, what…”? Jessica stuttered.
Stacey slapped her again, this time hitting the hand of Jessica holding her cheek.
“Oww”, screamed Jessica.
Stacey stared at her, relishing the feeling of power, as she towered over the sitting, cowering teen. “We speak in complete sentences young lady. When I ask you a question, you answer me, as Ms. Tilley, am I clear”?

Jessica was not stupid, but the events of the last day had crushed her world. She could not get her bearings and she was feeling like a visitor in her own body. She rubbed the back of her hand and her cheek and looked up at the woman before her. Anger rose in her stomach, and confusion. In her frustration at losing control and the new thoughts running threw her mind, she screamed back, “who the fuck are you! Giving me orders! I am Jessica Montague-Jones, I am 28 years old and this is MY home”! And she stared defiantly at Stacey.

Stacey had expected this and calmly strode over to Jessica, and yanked her upright. Stacey was surprised at how easy and light Jessica felt. And Jessica was shocked by the action. Before a stunned Jessica could react, Stacey sat on the sofa and draped Jessica over her lap. Jessica wiggled and flayed her arms and legs, but to no avail. Stacey was bigger and stronger. Stacey lifted the too large dress up and looked at Jessica’s butt. It was too small to truly be called an ass anymore. Looking down at Jessica, Stacey could see she had the beginnings of the bumps and swellings that would lead to a more womanly shape and figure, but not today, she giggled. And with that, her left hand held down Jessica’s back and her right hand raised and began to spank the outraged teen. Jessica howled in pain with the first swat, and then the pain numbed her bottom, as Stacey swatted her again and again.

Stacey was intoxicated with the power and domination she felt. She was totally in physical and mental control of the bitch. After 15 swats, she stopped. Not because she was tired, no, not even close, but because she wanted Jessica to be aware of what had happened. Without any effort, Stacey lifted Jessica, and put the girl on the sofa and then stood before her, letting Jessica take in her new height, toned muscles, long legs and curvy figure.

Jessica was in shock. Her butt ached from the spanking, she was gaining the feeling of her body and it was like she remembered being at 14. Short, maybe 5’2, 90 pounds soaking wet with a heavy backpack, and all her lovely curves, gone, or at least largely deflated. The thoughts running in her head were a wild jumble. The thoughts of a young teen rebel and an adult woman competed for space and processing time. She almost fainted, from the shock and shame of the spanking, the wine still in her system, and the feeling of displacement. Taking a deep breath, she recovered herself, reminding herself that she was an adult and could deal with anything. Then Stacey spoke and dispelled that belief and hope.

“Now remember, little one, I’m bigger, taller, stronger and smarter then you. You answer to me. It’s just the way it is, understand, you little slapper-slut in training”, Stacey demanded, with relish and a harsh glare in her eyes.

Jessica blanched, hearing her own words, and looking down, seeing her body was clearly no long adult in the least. She ran her hands up her legs and torso, searching desperately for any hint of her adult body, and sadly found nothing. Stacey watched and enjoyed the desperation in Jessica’s eyes.

“How did you do this? What did you do to us?” Jessica asked her voice filled with anger.

Stacey reached out and slapped her face again. “Remember how you are to talk to me and other adults? I really don’t want to be spanking you constantly. It’s really no fun, no fun at all”, Stacey flatly stated. “How I did this, is really not important. What is important, is you are the teen and I am the grown up. Don’t even bother asking, I can’t and won’t change us back, clear”?
“Yes Ms. Tilley”, Jessica softly said.
“What was that dear? I couldn’t hear you”, Stacey replied, with a cold smile.
Jessica gathered herself, “YES Ms Tilley, I understand”. Jessica silently prayed that if she kept her wits, she could find a solution to this nightmare.
“Good, now that we have that taken care of, you need to get into some clothes that fit. Certainly that dress is ridiculous on you”, Stacey said. “Run upstairs, go to my, rather you room, and you will find all the clothes I brought with me. We are going out and you need to dress properly”.
Jessica paled; she can’t mean dress like a freak, oh my no! She thought.

Stacey enjoyed the look on Jessica’s face. “Now, go! And come back dressed in the black jeans and Maxi-Death t-shirt, you freak on a leash!”
“I am NOT a freak on a leash”, Jessica replied.
Stacey yanked Jessica up. “Oh yes you are. You are a freak on a leash, and tonight we are going to get you done up as one. Get dressed, and then we are going to do your makeup, now MOVE”! And Stacey gave Jessica a push toward the stairs. “And Jessie, if you are not down here, dressed as I told you, with the hand-painted tennis shoes too, I’m going to have to spank you again, I’m sure you don’t want that, do you”?
Jessica heart missed a beat at being called Jessie, not since she was 12 had anyone called her that. But the fear of being spanked worried her more. It was not the pain, just the humiliation that bothered her. Going up the stairs as fast as she could in the too long dress, she entered Stacey’s former room. Looking around, she found that the groups in the posters were, if not familiar to her, were not as offensive, as they were earlier in the day. Lifting off the dress, she looked at herself. Her legs were short and somewhat female in appearance. Hairless, but devoid of most of the tone and shape she had worked so hard for. Her waist was hardly smaller then her hips, her tummy flat. On her sex, there was just a hint of hair, not the full bush of a woman. Her chest had the beginnings of a bustline. She knew she needed the 32B bra that Stacey brought with her. Defeated, shocked and stunned, she put on the red panties and white bra. Gross, she thought, who knew what the brat had been doing in these clothes! Finding the jeans and shirt and shoes, she dressed quickly. Looking in the mirror, she saw a cute teen girl, with an almost boyish figure. Her hair in a scruffy style, with purple tips (oh gross, my hair too? She thought with dread), that defied brushing or combing, she sighed and went down the stairs.

Stacey waited for Jessica to enter the room. She watched her come down the stairs. Dressed in basic Goth, the former executive and adult was gone. Jessica flopped into the sofa, (like a 14 year old noted Stacey) and asked, “Happy now”?
“Well, yes actually, I am. We need to work on your makeup, however.” Stacey said. Stacey took out a makeup kit and had Jessica sit close to her. “Now we are going to get you properly made up, my little freak on a leash. Some more blush, to make you a little paler, let’s do your lips in black. This won’t take a minute, don’t move and you had best co-operate little one”. Jessica sat still, so as not be punished again. Being called “little one” and “freak on a lease” had disorientated her. Being small brought her back to her teen years, and the feelings she felt then, of being small and insignificant. Stacey rapidly put the blush on and then the lipstick. “There, much better. More youthful and certainly more in line with your new freak image”, Stacey smiled cruelly, and held out a mirror. “What do you think of the new, improved you, Jessie”, and Stacey giggled. Taking a deep breath, Jessica looked in the mirror. And gasped in surprise and dismay. The girl looking back at her was someone new. She was cute, but so pale and the black lipstick made her look almost ghoulish. Even her hair betrayed her, no long neat, but scruffy looking and with some purple tips. Despairing, she whispered, “Oh my god, what have you done? Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you”?

Stacey laughed. “I’m doing it because I can and you can’t stop me. Isn’t that reason enough? I’m doing it because you so-called adults looked down on me. Well, no more. Deal with it. Now, get this kitchen cleaned up, and don’t waste time. It’s 8:30 now, at 9:30, we are leaving. You’d best be done and ready”.
“Where are we going”? Asked Jessica. “I can’t go out like this, I just can’t”.
“Actually, you can and will. I’m going to get you a gift. To complete your new look” Stacey smiled. “Now go clean up the kitchen. If you can’t reach something, use the stool or call me”. Stacey stood next to her, just to reinforce the new difference in their relative sizes. Jessica felt dwarfed by Stacey. Running to the kitchen, to escape for a few minutes, she started to clean up. Jessica loved her kitchen, but everything was out of place. It was hard for her to reach things. Items that were formerly easily in reach suddenly were beyond her. By 9:15, order was restored and the dishwasher full and running. On the counter top were some bowls she could not reach and she called Stacey in.

Stacey had been on the sofa, reveling in her new role. Size, stature, shape and strength, everything she had ever wished for. She now had them in bundles. She knew, even dressed as simply as she was, she would attract the attention of men and the envy of women. Stacey looked over her sleek, toned arms, still in awe at how easy she had been able to move Jessica around. Looking down, she took several deep breaths, watching her breasts pushing out against the top.

Jessica stepped into the room, just in time to see Stacey cup her full breasts and softly squeeze them and smile. “Ah, I could use your help Ms. Tilley”, she said, jealously watching Stacey. “I can’t reach some things”.
“Of course dearie, Jessie, I’ll be right there. Isn’t it better when you co-operate? You are a freak on a leash, but you are my freak”, cooed Stacey. Jessica slowly fumed. “I AM NOT A FREAK ON A LEASH”, she asserted. Stacey walking past her patted her on the head and on her thin butt, “Yes, you are Jessie, you are”, she replied. “And the sooner you get used to the idea, the better off you will be”.

Stacey quickly put the bowls away, enjoying the ease at which she could reach even the highest shelves. Boy, this beats being short any day of the week, she thought. Returning to the living room, she told Jessica, “Ok, now that that’s done, my home looks livable again. Thank you. See, I can be polite and appreciate a job well done. Not like some people, who never notice those around them, sound familiar Jessie? I bet it does”.
Jessica felt a nervous twinge in her tummy. What did she mean her home? And how can she know how I treat people? I’m not mean, am I? What else can possibly happen tonight?
“Jessie, my little freak, time to go out. The proper accessories complete the ensemble. And every little freak-slapper slut in training, like you (Stacey smiled at her), needs the proper accessories. We are going down by the Stadium and get you a proper tat, oh yes we are”, said Stacey.
“You can’t mean that? I’m too young! They will never do it”, replied Jessica with a nervous voice. But something inside her whispered that a tattoo would be cool.
“Oh you silly girl. Of course they will. You’re going out with your big “sister” who wants to get you a special present while mom and dad are gone”, smirked Stacey. And with that, Stacey gathered up Jessica’s old purse, and looked inside. “Just as I thought would happen, look at these”. Stacey held out the wallet and Jessica peered and gasped. Everything, including ID and charge cards, was in Stacey’s name and picture. “I see you must have been to the bank. Funny, I even know your PIN code for the auto-teller machine. Lots of good old fashioned cash here too”, said Stacey.
“Yes, I just got a bonus check and regular payday too”, fumed Jessica, realizing that Stacey had access to everything of hers.
“Excellent, so money is not a problem. We are going to my favorite tattoo shop, Jerry’s Body Art, I’m sure we can find something there for you”, continued Stacey. “I’ll let you help pick out the artwork, but it’s going right on your upper right arm”.
“But I don’t want a tat, don’t you understand that”, pleaded Jessica.
Stacey came over to Jessica and Jessica resigned herself to be spanked again, but Stacey ran her fingers threw Jessica’s hair, “My little freak on a leash, my beloved little sister Jessie. (Stacey’s voice dripped with sugar and honey) You WANT this, don’t you? I know you do”, smiled Stacey. And Stacey took Jessica’s hand and took her out the door.

At 11:30 they returned. Jessica was tender from the artwork. She had not wanted a tattoo, yet she did. Her mind was in knots. Stacey walked her to her bedroom, and warned her against sleeping on the art tonight, but promised by morning, it would feel better. “Hey, you’re now really looking the part, my little freak”, and then Stacey left. Jessica looked in the mirror, her shirt off and the bra strap lowered. Twisting so she could see was a 4 inch purple dragon and a closed red rose on her arm, just above the bicep. It looked on one hand very feminine and on the other very Goth. The man who put it on her, was very old, with a long beard and very sympathetic to her pain, he had promised to do an “extra special job and give her a new friend”, whatever that meant? Tears washed down her face, “What am I going to do, oh god, what am I going to do”? She put her head down on her arms, sobbing the cry of the lost. Everything in her finely tuned and ordered world was gone. Her career, her status as an adult, her sense of control, Carl and even her future, had just gone to shit. This tattoo marked her as a slapper-slut in training. “Oh g-d, I’m becoming a freak on a leash”, and she sobbed herself to sleep.

For Stacey, it just kept getting better and better. Driving the bitch’s car, enjoying the freedom and authority that a Jaguar brought, was all frosting on the cake. Driving fast with the top down, she was pleased to discover it was as if she had been driving for years. Which according to the license in her wallet, she had. The air blew thru her thick hair, making it wave. Looking at Jessie, scared and shrunken down in the bucket seat, was sweet. Listening to her whine about not being a freak, and not wanting a tattoo, as if that mattered at all! At the Tattoo parlor, she could feel the eyes of every male on her. Me, they were all looking at me, and seeing a beautiful, sexy, and adult woman. Yes, that was sweet and powerful. Very, very powerful indeed, she thought. These big boobs are nice for getting my wishes; everyone at the Tattoo Parlor was stuck staring at them. In fact the more the guys stared, the more horny and excited she felt. Dragging Jessie in and forcing her to look at the samples, was way too much fun. Jessie surprised her. The more they looked at the catalogue, the more she seemed to get into it, and then she would like snap out of it and revert to being the stuffy bitch. Then they both saw that purple dragon and red rose. Jessie just locked onto it and stared. Yes, that was the choice. Of course, Stacey made it clear, there really was no choice, Jessie was getting the tattoo and that was all there was to it. They took Jessie to a side, private room and had her sit in her bra, while the artist did his work. Yeah, tattoos hurt some, Stacey giggled, but this artist was very good. The dragon looked somewhat feminine and with the rose, it worked very nicely. Stacey savored the forlorn look on Jessie’s face, as she left her for the evening. What a day and night. And it was going to get better and better, of that she was sure. Putting on a silk nighty, she enjoyed the feel of the smooth silk against her soft skin. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, admiring her curves and height, she could see she was still aroused by the men in the tattoo parlor. Her nipples poked thru the top, looking like pencil erasers. Pulling at them, she felt the itch grow in her moist pussy. Lying down in bed, she pushed, rubbed and pulled, feeling the growing wave inside her. Her tummy tensed and her legs curled. Rubbing her clit as hard as she could, and twisting her nipple, she felt the wave break. Screaming into her pillow, wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Feelings like she never imaged filled her. Her fingers were wet with her juices, her breathing ragged. Sinking back into the lush mattress and pillow, she smiled in the darkness and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, at 7:30AM, Jessica rose up and looked around her. And much to her dismay discovered it had all not been merely a very bad dream. She was still a teen slapper slut in training. Stacey was forcing her more and more into the role. Her arm was sore, but not too awful after the tattoo work of the evening before. She shuddered thinking of the dirty parlor. The man doing the work said he was doing an extra-special job for the special customer. What did that mean? Looking in the mirror at the tattoo, she found it looked rather nice to her eyes and she almost believed the dragon winked at her. Strange, she thought, but then again what had not been strange the past 12 hours? Walking by Stacey’s room, she saw she was still asleep. Wanting to shower, she quietly went into the bathroom, and undressed and got a good look at herself. Looking the bathroom mirror, she took stock of herself. All in all, it could be a lot worse she decided. The little tuft of hair at her sex, told her that there were some hopes, not much, but some. Her butt had some curve, as did her legs, so clearly she was a girl. But a young girl, she fumed. Stepping into the warm water, she washed and shampooed her hair and felt better. Drying off, the tattoo did not bother her. Putting on purple panties (no need for a bra right now, she realized) and the flannel PJs she found, she padded toward the kitchen. The events of the last evening had drained her both physically and emotionally and suddenly, she discovered she was hungry beyond words. Jessica had forgotten part of being a teen was eating all the time. She smiled at the prospect. No worrying about the figure, or watching sweets in the immediate future for her.

Jessica considered making eggs or an omelet, but after last evening’s embarrassment in the kitchen, she was fairly sure she would botch the job. Looking around the kitchen, her eyes settled on a little used box. Reaching up for a bowl and the sweet cereal she saved for special occasions, she sat down at the table, and idly began to stare out the window. The weather was clear, the days warm, but the nights were cool this time of year. In her PJs she felt comfortable. And little by little, it began to dawn on her, she was a teenager, she had no job, and no responsibilities. For the first time in some years, it hit Jessica, that no-one was depending on her, that she had no appearances to keep up, no appointments to rush to, no judgments or decisions to make. What the fuck? She thought to herself, what the fuck? The potential of the situation began to dawn on her, and suddenly, it was not all bad. She relaxed and stared out at the street, and reached to pour the sugar crusted cereal.

“Good morning little freak”, said Stacey, dressed in a robe, standing in the kitchen door. “Sleep well my little sister”? Stacey’s voice again dripped sweetness, but her eyes were cold.
Jessica looked up at her with total distain. For some reason, this morning, Stacey held no fear for her. Stacey was one of them, a grown up, an adult. Sure, Stacey would and could make her suffer, but so what? “I’m fine, thank you Ms Tilley”, she replied with contempt. “If I had a big sister, she would be a damn sight nicer then you, you rotten bitch”. And she glared at Stacey, daring her to respond. Stacey returned the glare, not even realizing how the roles had become so totally reversed, feeling already the frustration of an adult having to dealing with a difficult child. Stacey reacted the only way she knew how. Stacey had no idea how to reason with a child, she didn’t’ have the experience. She walked to Jessica, who watched her intently, and then slapped Jessie across the face. Jessica’s head snapped back with the blow, but somehow, it didn’t seem as awful as the night before. Jessica felt her face turn red, and the hot tears fall, but she felt no shame or real pain, or even fear. Somewhere deep inside, she was changing and not just physically, she was becoming a freak on a leash.

Stacey felt the sting on her palm and watched Jessica with real disappointment. She found the slapping much less satisfying then she thought it would be, and she was shocked to see, Jessica not reacting in fear as she expected her to. They were frozen in place, Stacey standing and Jessica sitting, staring at each other. Jessica glaring at Stacey with hatred, and Stacey suddenly not sure what to make of it? Fear and confusion was what Stacey wanted from Jessica, but instead, this morning, she seemed to be stronger and actually embracing her new role. Stacey considered the options for a moment, hoping that Jessica would show some sign of weakness, like rubbing her cheek. But it was rapidly clear that Jessica had no intention of doing that at all. Stacey broke first.
“Listen, I really don’t want to be spanking or slapping you all the time. It does not feel good to me, and I don’t care how hard or how much you deny it, it can’t be good for you. Ok”? Stacey asked. Jessica slowly nodded, but kept a weary gaze at Stacey. “How about, if instead of that cold cereal, I make us some hot food? I have a desire to cook something, maybe omelets? How about it? Does that sound good”? She asked in the voice of countless parents, trying to reason with and placate a difficult child.
Jessica stared and began to realize, she was more in control of the situation then she had thought, or at the very least, not totally at Stacey’s mercy. The knowledge warmed her nicely. “Yeah, sure, whatever, knock yourself out”, Jessica spat out. “Good, I’m glad that’s agreed upon”, said Stacey. Stacey proceed to put the cereal away, and put together a first class breakfast. Two days ago, she mused, I could not boil water, today, I can do gourmet! Omelets with cheese, fresh OJ and toast, with butter and jam for two rapidly came together. They ate in silence. Stacey watched in horror as Jessica poured catsup all over the omelet, and Jessica idly wondered just how much her taste buds had changed? Once the eggs were totally covered with the red souse, Jessica wolfed her food down. A meal that she would have broken into dainty pieces and bites on Thursday, she inhaled down her throat today, in seemingly nanoseconds. Stacey watched amazed that someone that small could eat so much and so fast. Jessica had the omelet and 2 pieces of toast, and then got up and made 2 more slices of toast, with extra butter and jam. Has she never heard of fats and cholesterol? Stacey wondered, and then wondered where that thought came from? Jessica had the newspaper delivered each day. She went out and brought it in, taking only the comics and entertainment section. Jessica noted with pleasure that in 2 weeks the Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention was coming to the Stapleton Center downtown, and she glanced at the guest star list with interest. Suddenly the news and business/financial sections had no interest or meaning for her. Without thinking, Stacey began to review the front page, noting the Government was again in trouble with the budget and yet another elected official was proven amazingly stupid. They read silently for half an hour, then at 9:00AM, Stacey look up at the kitchen clock. Ok, time to get the day started, I have plans for tonight she plotted inwardly.
“So, does my little freak on a leash feel better with a full tummy? Not so hostile and angry at the world”? She asked Jessica.
Jessica glared, then surprised Stacey by breaking into a smile, a smile with real warmth in it, “Yes, woof-woof, the doggie is fed and happy”, she giggled. They both giggled. And then looked at each other embarrassed. Stacey took another look at Jessica as she read the paper. Jessica’s legs were curled up under her on the chair, sitting “Indian style”. As she leaned forward to read, the tattoo was visible and the purple ends of her hair looked much more natural then the prior evening. The front of her top flopped down and Stacey glanced down and saw the swellings that would be full sized breasts someday. Something was bothering Stacey, Jessica should not be falling into this so easy. “Woof-woof, the doggie is fed”, where did that come from? She pondered? And why am I reading about the Budget crisis, and why do I care? Stacey shook these doubts from her mind. The spell was wonderful and today was going to be a wonderful day, oh yes it was. Time to get the freak some freaky-slapper friends, and tonight, she was going to find a man, and rock his world inside out and sideways.

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“Ok, now listen up, its time to get this circus on the road and get moving. First off, I need to buy some new outfits for tonight. I’m going out and you are going to be agreeable to it, clear little freak”? Stacey asserted.
Jessica stifled a yawn and replied, “Yeah, sure whatever. Pretty determined to get laid, aren’t you? I may be a slut in training, but you seem to be graduated to slut first class”.
Again, Stacey was hit in the face with the full assault of Jessica’s verbal attitude. What was going on here? Jessica should be confused and disoriented; yet, she seemed to be growing in confidence each moment.
Jessica on the other hand, was also surprised by her actions and attitude. She knew she shouldn’t talk like that, but she seemed unable to help herself. And seeing the person, who fucked up her life confused, was just too rich to pass up. On her arm, the tattoo seemed to warm pleasantly, reminding her of what she was becoming.

Stacey decided to take the offensive, “Just because I said I didn’t want to spank you, don’t think for a moment I wont, do you understand freak on a leash, do you”? And Stacey drew herself up to her full 5’9” stature. Jessica looked up at her. She was aware that Stacey was the bigger and the grow-up, but suddenly, compared to the evening before, it just did not seem as important. She was a teen and had no cares in the world.
“Ok, ok, relax. It’s just a little girl-talk, dear big sister, (Jessica smiled up at her). If I can’t tease you, what the fuck, who can I tease”? And Jessica shook her head at Stacey and smiled wanly.
Stacey glared down at her, then relaxed. “Good, as long as we understand each other. I went through the closet, and it’s entirely lacking for anything to wear to a club or anything fashionable at all. Honestly, you would think you never heard of the idea of having fun. So we are going to the mall, and you will dress accordingly”. With that, they got up and quickly did the dishes, leaving the 6” omelet pan in the dish drain and the other dishes in the dishwasher and Jessica turned it on.

Stacey went to her room to change, finding a short skirt and snug sleeveless sweater, which accented her tight tummy and full bust. With just a little makeup, she looked great, as she admired her reflection.

Jessica rummaged around the piles of clothes, finding a black t-shirt with purple letter, declaring “EAT-ME” and the same torn jeans from the night before. The shirtsleeve covered the tattoo entirely. Meeting Stacey in the living room, she thought she was ready to go. “Jessie, you don’t have any make-up on. How can you possibly go out like that”? Asked Stacey with false concern.
“Um, I really didn’t think..”, Jessica started.
“That’s right”, snapped Stacey, “you didn’t think. You don’t know how. You need to apply some blush and lipstick like I did for you last evening. I am not going to do it for you every time, a 14 year old freak on a leash should be able to do it for herself. You have 5 minutes, now go”!
Dejected, Jessica went to the bathroom and quickly applied some blush, not as caked at Stacey might have wanted, and some black lipstick, and returned.
“Better”? She asked.
“Yes, much. Please don’t forget yourself in the future. I shall expect you to know your place and who you are and how you need to appear”, answered Stacey harshly. Stacey then outlined the plan for the morning. They were going to a local mall, and Stacey was buying some more suitable garments, from underwear on up. Jessica was to behave, not to speak unless spoken to, and to generally just be silent.

They drove to the mall in silence. Entering the mall, Jessica had to deal with the fact that people tended to stare at her. The ugly dark clothes, the purple highlights in her hair and black lipstick, added up to Gothorama, in most people’s eyes. Jessica hated the idea that people looked at her and saw only a freak. But then, what else can they think she thought. If only they would talk to me, they’d find out, I’m so much more then this stupid outfit and purple hair. And in the back of her mind, she could see and hear her old, executive self, reacting with distain to the staff in Data Processing Department and she winced inwardly.

For Stacey, it was joy after joy. Being tall, sexy and curvy, her long black hair waving and bouncing, she attracted all kinds of attention. Boys and men from 16-60 wanted her. Women looked at her in envy. The full bust, long legs and beautiful face, it wasn’t fair, but then, life was not fair, Stacey thought and smiled. Yes, it’s not fair, but I lived the short and not attractive look, now I get my turn in the sun, she thought, as she looked in a mirror.

They spent an hour and half in Victoria’s Secret. Jessica was bored beyond words. There was nothing there that did not make her feel inadequate. The garments were for mature, grown up and developed women. She was a skinny teen, with barely a curve in sight. But watching Stacey trying on clothes and being rude to the clerks, just served to remind her of what she had been and what she had lost, and what she had become. Stacey was enjoying showing off to Jessica her curves and buxom new look. It made Jessica feel small and immature. Finally, she had had enough, and besides, she was hungry.

Standing up, she went into the dressing room where Stacey was admiring her reflection. Stacey was in a low cut under wire bra, which pushed her assets up toward her chin, and created deep cleavage.
“What do you think Jessie? The white or the pale blue”, asked Stacey, as if she really cared about Jessica’s opinion. And she turned this way and that in the mirror, checking the swell of her bust.
“Umm, pick the blue, it gives your pale-ass skin some color”, Jessica spat out. “Listen, do me a favor, ok”?
“What little one”? Replied Stacey as she reviewed how her ass looked in the blue, twisting in the mirror.
“Give me some money, I wanna get a snack or something. I’m bored and you don’t need me here, watching you act like a peacock or something. I saw a Starbucks just down the hall”, said Jessica.
Stacey smiled at Jessica, “Of course little freak, you have been good, and goodness should be rewarded”. Stacey picked up her purse, removed the wallet and handed Jessica some bills and small change. “There, don’t ever say that I’m not generous. Actually, I should be done here shortly; maybe we can both get a drink. Be there in 20 minutes, do not make me come looking for your slapper butt, Jessie, I’d hate to ruin a beautiful day, by your bad behavior”.
Jessica took the money, shoved it in a wade into her pocket, (like a teenager noted Stacey), and nodded her head. She left the fitting room, closing the door, and walking a few steps before muttering “bitch”, under her breath. No sense in getting the bitch all worked up for nothing, she smiled. Walking thankfully out of the store, she entered the café. People in line stared at her and one small little boy pointed and laughed at her hair, until the boy’s mother made him stop. If not for the blush, the entire café would have seen Jessica turn red with embarrassment. Lucky for her the blush hid her shame. Reaching the counter, after a short wait, Jessica tried to get the clerks attention. She was surprised when the clerk looked past her and waited on man in a tie. Jessica held her tongue, but then the next clerk took a salesgirl from the mall over her and ignored her again. At that point Jessica spoke.
“Ah, hello? Are you blind, or just don’t have any fucking manners”, she stated in a loud voice.

The café was silent, and then the Manager of the café looked at her, and said, “We don’t want your crowd in here. You’re bad for business and should not bother decent folks”.
Jessica fumed, realizing in the eyes of the world she looked like a freak. And that was what the entire world saw. All these people saw her as a freak, and not as a girl, not as person, not as even human. They only saw a Goth-freak. And she could not stop herself from talking like one.
“Hey, I waited my turn, butthead, I have money to spend, you’re not being fair”, she complained. The crowd in the café was embarrassed, and actually wanted her to leave. Jessica glared at the Manager, who glared back. Suddenly, Jessica felt a tap on her shoulder. She jerked her face around and fairly shouted, “WHAT”! And then saw it was a tall, slender but not skinny teenaged guy, maybe 16 years old. He wore jeans and had a cell phone on his waistband. A long-sleeved band shirt from the group Purple Pain was on his chest. His hair had red tint on the back, and a black earring in his left ear. He smiled at her, and said; “They don’t like us kids, freaks and teens in here. They will ignore you until you leave. Why don’t you come with me”? He smiled again and continued, “My friends call me Chewie”.

Jessica was stunned; this strange boy was talking to her, accepting her as a teen, and being friendly! Her mind went blank and she allowed him to steer her out of line and next to the counter. He spoke again, “You must be new around here? I don’t remember seeing you before. What do they call you”?
Jessica looked at him. He was cute, in teenaged boy sort of way. And since she was now a teen girl that was not half bad. “They call me Jessie. I’m visiting my sister this weekend”, she said shyly and thinking fast. “Guess you can’t get coffee in this town”?
“Hey Jessie, that’s cool. Great shirt. It depends on where and who you are with. A lot of places don’t like rockers, Goths, or punks or geeks. Their loss, the bastards”, he chuckled.
“Well, I’d still like a drink, and these jerks are gonna serve me. My money is legal and they can’t fuck'en refuse me”, Jessica stated.
“You can try, but I’d rather take you down to the food court, it’s a lot easier there”, Chewie said.
Jessica turned to the counter and waved, but was ignored by the clerks.
“Jessie, it’s really not worth the scene. Come on, I’ll buy, if we go down to the food court”, Chewie whispered in her ear.
Jessie was thrilled, but she was not sure why. Confused, embarrassed and now some guy was hitting on her? She was going into overload, when out of the blue and carrying a large shopping bag, Stacey walked up, in all her buxom glory. She stood next to Jessie at the counter. The manager dashed up to help her. “Hi, welcome, what can we do for you”? He politely asked. Stacey had sized up the situation immediately, she could tell, from her own experience that Jessie was not getting waited on and why; Stacey had not noticed Chewie yet.
“Do you serve the general public here”? Stacey asked sweetly.
“Why, yes we do, it’s our pleasure”, the Manager beam, a smile on his face.
“Good, then you can start with my younger sister here, you twit! How dare you keep a paying customer waiting like this and treating her so poorly”? Stacey loudly said and smiled at him. The man stared at the beautiful woman, unable to believe that the Goth-girl was her sister, and the family member of his primary type customer. He swiftly took Jessica’s order, who added, “I guess business must be real good that you can turn paying customers away like that? And hey, what about my friend here”? Pointing to Chewie. “Yes, of course, right away”, the Manager replied. Stacey bent down and whispered in Jessie’s ear, “Now do you see how the world sees you? Don’t get the idea you are something special, you’re just a freak on a leash, don’t forget it”. And she gave Jessica’s arm a squeeze, a little too tight. Jessica felt the tears rising in her eyes, and fought them down, as she received her drink.

Taking their drinks, the three of them sat down at table. “I see my little sister makes friend fast”, said Stacey, looking Chewie up and down, with a look of distain on her face.
“Stacey, try to be nice…” started Jessica, when Chewie smoothly cut her off. “It’s ok; I’m always a gentleman. My mom and dad brought me out to respect a lady and to help one in trouble. They were treating her poorly, so what else could I do, oh and by the way, thanks for the drink”, Chewie smiled disarmingly at Stacey.
“My delight, don’t mention it. For the record, Jessie is no lady, she’s a freak on a leash, as you can see”, Stacey replied and sipped. Jessie fumed and not wanting to fight with Stacey in public and concerned what would happen when they were alone, Jessica refused to take the bait.
Chewie merely enjoyed it, “Well, I’m going down to the food court and arcade, to hang with the other freaks/geeks and assorted other players. Wanna come with me Jessie? Or does big sister have plans for you”?
Jessie was quiet and then asked, “Chewie, can I talk to Stacey alone for a sec”? “Sure, no worries”, he said, and stood and walked to a nearby store window.
“Stacey, please, I don’t want to go with him! I don’t know him! He’s a real freak! A REAL Goth! Please don’t make me do this”, Jessica pleaded. “I don’t like being around strangers, please, let me stay with you? I can’t stand not being in control. I’ll be real good, promise”, Jessica said in a soft voice, barely above a whisper. Jessica was in overload of which fear to face. Being with strangers, and Goths and freaks at that, or having to deal with a newly grown-up Stacey. Jessica wanted the devil she knew, as the lesser of the evils to face. Stacey stared at Jessica, enjoying the pleading and the look of terror in Jessica’s eyes. She took a drink of her coffee and smiled, coldly. “I think, no, I know, you should go hang out with the other freaks. It’s easier for me to do my shopping without a whinny teenager around. You are getting to be way too labor intensive. Go with him, and I’ll meet you at 2:30, in the food court. Clearly, it’s time you learned to play nice with others. Is that understood my dear little sister? My dearest little freak? Good”. Stacey stood up and beckoned to Chewie.
“So Chewie, since you are a self-proclaimed gentleman, bring my little sister here to the food court, and I will meet her there at 2:30. Ok? Oh, and here is some money for your trouble”, Stacey held out her hand.
“Hey, first off, it’s my pleasure to be seen with a pretty girl like Jessie. (Jessie blushed, under her make-up). Also, I’m not a babysitting service, and I don’t believe you need one, so, I figure we’ll leave and see you later. Bye and nice meeting you”, he said to a stunned Stacey left standing with the money in her hand. He started to walk away; Jessie looked at him, and at Stacey, and then shrugged her shoulders, and ran after him.
“Wow, you’re pretty tough. I can’t believe you did that to Stacey”, gushed Jessica.
“Oh, it was no big deal. I just like to talk straight to people. Besides, you are kinda cute”, he smiled down at her. Jessica felt herself turning red. And began to wonder to herself, what are you doing here? What comedy are you playing with this boy? Then, his cell phone rang.
“Hi mom, yes, I’ll talk to Dad”, Chewie turned to Jessica, “and I help my mom and dad’s company with their computers. They just can’t seem to get the hang of it” and he giggled. “Hi Dad, yeah, its a WINDOWS Operating system, so all you need to do…” Jessica listened to him launch into a detailed instruction on how to debug a program Chewie’s father was running. It was very detailed, very exact and to her former executive’s ears, very impressive. He hung up the cell, and smiled at her, “Sorry about that”. “No, not at all, you really know systems”, she said.
“Oh, it’s a talent. I enjoy puters and operating systems. Between you and me, I want to go to MIT or Stanford in a few years. I think I have the grades and desire. Wow, I never told anyone that? I must enjoy talking to you”, he said as they walked. “I applied for a internship at MGA Technologies, ever hear of them? I hope I get it. I had my final interview on Friday, my aunt works there and she got me the interview”. He continued talking as they walked and Jessica merely listened. First, she was surprised she was listening or even cared. Who was this non-person she found herself with? I never talk with people like him, she thought. But then, I have not been 14 in like 14 years, and she giggled. The other thought that ran thru her mind, MGA Technologies, I wonder if my office is still there, waiting for me? What a co-incidence, what the fuck? What the fuck?? Since when do I think like that? She giggled.
“What’s so funny”? Chewie asked, hearing her.
“Oh, nothing, I’m just glad to be escaping from the wicked witch”, she answered.

They entered the food court, and Chewie spied his friends sitting at a group of tables in the middle of the court. Jessica looked over the collection of computer geeks in training, Goths, and general freaks. Several kids had make-up on and many of them did not. Sucking in her breath, she allowed Chewie to make the introductions. All in all, as introductions were made, they seemed friendly enough, in fact, none of them seemed likely to eat her for lunch, or at least bite. Well, except maybe for this one Goth-guy named Lump, who seemed to speak in grunts only? Chewie sat them down. “Jessie, I’m starved, want something to eat? My treat”? He asked. Jessie suddenly realized, as a teen, you could eat 24/7, and she was in fact hungry, and not for salad or other rabbit food.
“Well, yeah Chewie, that would be sweet, I can pay you back if you want”, she said. Chewie merely shook his head no. “Ok, well”, then listening to her tummy and smiling, since she had no figure to protect or outfits to squeeze into, “A burger, extra pickles and fries, get lots of catsup packets, with a cherry coke”, she asked and thought to herself, how many times did I deny myself junk food so I could fit into my business suits? This is gonna be good. “Ok, deal, be right back”, he turned to the girl next to Jessica, a Computer Geekette, “Susan, be nice to Jessie til I get back”, he demanded. “Oh go, and don’t worry so much, I’ll be nice, even if its an effort”, and she laughed deeply, making Jessica laugh too. Jessie looked at Susan and noticed she had two of the biggest breasts she had seen on a high school girl. Susan noticed the staring and smiled at her.
“Hey, like I say to the boys, I’m up here. Or do you fancy me and girls”? She asked with a smile. Jessie was taken aback; this was twice in two days someone asked her that. “Umm, no, I mean you are pretty and all. But I can’t decide if I am jealous of you or glad its not me”, Jessie said quickly.
“Oh, don’t be jealous, they are a real load, and I can tell you, it’s not as wonderful being this big as you might think. People never take you seriously, or assume you must be some kind of slut bimbo, which I’m not, thank you very much”, she replied with a smile. They began to make small talk, and then Chewie returned with their food. Jessica was amazed how fast she eat, and just how good the junk food tasted to her teenaged palate. And without Jessica knowing it, the time had pasted and 2:30 came, and along with it Stacey, loaded with the loot of shopping.

For Stacey, the afternoon had been wonderful. Going from shop to shop. Having salespeople falling all over themselves to help her, to wait on her hand and foot. She felt almost like she was living a scene from the Pretty Woman movie. Having the salespeople fawning on her was so hot, having them racing to serve me! She thought with a bright smile. They all took her seriously too. No waiting for some one to notice her, to look her over and see if they wanted to wait on her. Being treated like a real, live, grown up and not a little kid. The respect that came from being a sexy, buxom, young woman, with money to spend! Yes, the world was definitely looking like a much nicer place then it did on Thursday. Well, there’s the slapper-slut in training! Sitting with all her new, loser friends. I just cannot believe I ever thought kids like that were interesting or worth spending time with. What was I ever thinking of? Stacey thought to herself, I wonder how Jessie is doing, mingling with the other losers? And Stacey giggled at the thought of the former executive sitting with the geeks and freaks. How that must have hurt. But as she got closer, she saw Jessica sitting up on her knees on a chair, next to, what was his name? It was something out of Starwars? What was it? Oh yes, Chewie. What kind of name is that? And she’s talking to some other girl with, oh my, huge boobs. The poor dear, Stacey clucked to herself, those must be a burden. Not like my well-proportioned curves.

Jessica looked up and saw Stacey approaching, with several bags from her shopping expedition. Jessica scanned the variety of stores that Stacey had been to and estimated the damage. Clearly over a month's pay was shot in this shopping spree!
“Hi little one”, she smirked at Jessica, “have fun? I see you ate already. Burger and fries, which you can do if you are not watching your figure, oh, wait, you have to have a figure to watch first”, and Stacey laughed at her own joke.
“Oh haw-haw, some big sister you are Stacey, I can always count on you for a helping hand”, shot back Jessica, now sitting up.
“Why, yes, of course you can, anytime little one. Are we ready to go”? Stacey asked.
Jessica put down the remains of her drink, sucking noisily on the straw, and then upending the cup so she could chew on the ice. (Stacey again noted to herself, the mature, adult mannerisms were fast becoming a memory for Jessie). “Yeah, I am”, she answered. Before she could get up and leave, Chewie turned and said, “So, Jessie, ask her”.
“Ask me what, little one”? Stacey smiled coldly. Jessica hummed and hawed, stuck in a rough spot. “Chewie invited me to a party tonight, and, well, I was wondering….”, her voice trailed off.
Stacey suddenly warmed and smiled. Oh this is just way too rich! The stuffy bitch actually wants to go to a teen-party. I would pay admission just to watch that. And look! She really wants to, well, I guess I should let her, and get her out of my hair in any event. “Of course you can go. What time and where? This will let me do my own plans”, said Stacey.
Jessica beamed, and was not sure why it was so important to her to go and be accepted. It turned out the party was about 7 blocks from the apartment, at Susan’s home, so she could walk there. Pizza was being ordered at 5PM.

In the car, the two girls were silent. Then Stacey spoke. “I really can’t believe you are dying to go to this party. You know, it’s going to be everything you hate. Loud music, crowed, lots of people and geeks, freaks and Goths”. Jessica was slow to answer, then she turned to Stacey, “I can’t explain it, it is everything I DO hate. But something tells me that I need to be there. And away from you”, she said to a shocked Stacey, who then saw Jessica’s smile. “Stacey, you are an evil, evil person. You had no reason to do this to me. You took away my life, my identity, you forced me to dress like this, to get a fucking tattoo and become what I’m not. (Stacey nearly drove off the road under this assault). But you have not defeated me by a-long shot. Do you understand, my dear big sister”? Stacey quickly jerked the car to the side of the road. And then she turned and glared at Jessica, with pure hate. “Ok freak on a leash. I have ALREADY defeated you. Who is driving? Who is the grown up? Who lost everything? And who has the boobs here? We both know the answer, so stop fucking around! Yes, you are going to that Geek/Goth party. You know why? Because that’s what you are, get USED to it”, Stacey fairly screamed at Jessica. “I am going out, and I’m going to enjoy being tall, sexy, and beautiful. You WILL NOT get in my way”. Then Stacey hit on an idea. “But you do have something else to deal with. You have a curfew, be home at 11:30, or I’ll turn you into a damn pumpkin. And if you doubt that I can do it, just look in the Goddamn mirror, Miss 28 year old Jessica Montague-Jones, just look in the mirror”! And then she whipped the car back into traffic and drove back to the apartment, with Jessica sitting in stunned silence.

At 4:45, Jessie escaped from Stacey’s voice and threats. She wore a short sleeve T-shirt, which covered her tattoo, snug jeans and tennis shoes. Her lips were coated with blood red lipstick, and Stacey had caked the make-up on. She had to admit though; her hair looked a lot better. Jessica had washed it again and it was co-operating better. The blond was blonder, and the purple ends seemed to work better. The jeans were snug on her smaller, thinner butt cheeks, but she felt rather sexy, if she did say so herself. Was it sexy? She thought, as she walked the blocks to Susan’s, or was it the feeling of being and looking just a little dangerous? She giggled to herself. If they only knew, if they only knew, Jessica thought, what would they say, having an executive at their party? Arriving after a half hour walk, as the sun was setting, she found Susan’s home. Car’s lined the block, and music could be heard coming from the house. Jessica looked up at the sky, and then felt a twinge on her arm, where the tattoo was. Lifting her sleeve, again the Dragon seemed to be winking at her, reassuring her. Watching the pizza’s being delivered, she lowered the sleeve, looked up again, and asked inwardly, dear lord, why am I here, and why can’t I stop myself from going in? Looking at the house, she started up the stairs, and thought, time to enter the lair. Where have I heard that thought before she wondered, and then remembered that’s what her former, “executive” self considered the DP floor! And then suddenly it hit her; maybe she belonged in the lair? With that sudden thought, she gave up all hope of returning to her former life and entered the house.

Stacey was having way, way too much fun. With Jessica gone, finally, she could devote her time to herself. Stacey wanted to pamper herself, with a nice long, slow bubble bath. After relaxing in the tub, feeling the warm water all around her, she felt refreshed. It was rather fun feeling her full breasts floating in the water on their own, she giggled as she played with them. Letting the large nipples just poke above water line, she twisted them softly, enjoying the sparks that shot thru her body. Standing up, she let the water drain, then turned on the shower. Stacey carefully shaved her legs, and underarms, and then gave her hair a complete wash and conditioning. Putting her hair in a towel and wearing a cushy robe, she poured a glass of red wine, and slowly sipped it as she made herself chicken with brown rice and mushrooms. A small salad of mango and pineapple rounded out the dinner she treated herself to. A sense of wonder filled her, as Stacey prepared it. She remembered all too well, tearing bread, as she made a jelly and peanut butter sandwich, earlier in the week, my how a little spell can change things, she thought. Stacey ate slowly, savoring everything. She enjoyed the tastes of the food, the textures, the feel of the robe on her soft skin, all of it, for it reeked of grown up status. Tonight, I am a woman, she mused. No more teenaged boys, groping me and hoping, having them paw her. Tonight, I will find a MAN, who will treat me like a WOMAN. At 7PM, she put the dishes in the dishwasher and went upstairs to dress. From the Victoria’s Secret bag, she took a matching bra and panty set. The bra lifted and separated her full breasts, making them appear even larger. The panty was a thong style, the way it tugged at her hips and cheeks made her feel so, so sexy. A short-sleeved white sweater, fit snuggly over her chest and shoulders, showing off the flatness of her taunt tummy. Her arms appeared toned and sleek. From another bag, a tight, leather mini-skirt was removed, and lifted over the lushness of her hips. As she raised the zipper, it molded to her lush curves, emphasizing her classic, ripe, hourglass shape. Brushing her hair out, it was long, thick, and soft in her hands. Just a touch of make-up and lip-gloss would be enough to complete the effect. Walking to the mirror, she turned and turned, twisting to the right and left, looking over her shoulders and down at her full ass. Stacey was amazed with herself. She had no idea she could ever look this good, this sexy, even beautiful. At Victoria’s Secret, she had herself fitted properly and measured. She blushed when the saleswoman prepared an index card and computer listing for her future shopping. It contained her “vital statistics”, and she nearly blushed with pleasure hearing them. 5’9” tall, 145 pounds, and the curvy 36C(almost a D, she smiled)-24.5-35 figure. It was a body that a woman would have had to sell her soul for, and maybe I did she mused, looking in the mirror at the beautiful woman she had become, maybe I did? Tearing herself away from the mirror, she picked up her small purse, added some cash, lipstick, and her ID. She took a sweater, for the evening would cool off later on. Looking on the counter, she was the garage door opener, and remembered there was one on the sun visor in the car. Taking one last look around, she closed and locked the door.

Driving fast through the city, Stacey parked her car at THE PASSION PIT, the hottest nightclub in town. Leaving the car, she strutted across the parking lot, toward the door. Scanning the line to get in, she looked at the other women, with certain cattiness, knowing they were looking at her and sizing up the competition. And Stacey knew they did not like what they saw. Stacey smiled, knowing that not only could she compete, but that they better be worried about her. She could also feel the hot looks from the guys in line. Without consciously thinking about it, she added an additional wiggle to her walk, her hips swaying, her breasts jutting out proudly. Getting to the door, she smiled wordlessly at the tall and massive doorman. Looking down at her, he broke into a grin, and opened the door for her, Stacey looked at the line and smiled at the men waiting to gain admission, and she stepped inside. The lights were dim and the music loud. The modern dance music pounded. After a moment, she found her hearing adjusting and she could hear those around her. Locating the coat check, she checked her purse and sweater. Taking a seat at the bar, she surveyed the scene before. Couples were dancing, swaying suggestively to the music. She had already found her head bobbing to the beat. The bartender came over to her with a beverage in hand. “The gentleman, in the yellow shirt sent this to you. It’s white wine”, he said. Stacey was flattered, and accepted it with a smile. She waved to the man, and he smiled and took her wave to mean he was invited over. Watching him walk over, Stacey took note of his being tall, with dark hair and a sturdy build. His shoulders were broad, but not like a bodybuilder’s, with long legs and buff arms showing under his sleeves. He was tall, taller then Stacey, at least 6’2 tall. Stacey sipped her wine and felt her tummy warming. Let the games begin, she thought, as the man sat next to her. “Hi good looking, my name is Dwight…”, and Stacey sipped and listened to him talk to her, her tongue licking her lips and tasting the sweet, dry wine, and watching him, watch her. She could feel him looking her over, and could tell he liked what he saw. “Hey Mr. Dwight, I’m Stacey, do you dance”? She asked. “I’d love to, may I have this dance my lady”, he smiled at her. Stacey nodded, and he took her arm to the dance floor, and they fell into the rhythm of the music, moving and swaying in sensual styles, staring into each other’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Jessica entered Susan’s house. Just 5:15, there were already a dozen or so kids, hanging around, eating pizza, and she could see in another room, some sitting in a circle, sharing a bong. In spite of all of her instincts to run, Jessica remained, walking around, waving to people she had met earlier in the day. Surprisingly, everyone was friendly to her, not standoffish, or rude, as she expected from such a crowd. And she was amazed to see, they were warm to her, the girls accepted her as just another girl, and the boys looked at her with some interest. Which was kinda good. “Kinda”? Since when do I use that word? Not since I was 13 or 14, oh, wait, I am 14, she giggled as she walked toward the kitchen. The pizzas were laid out in several haphazard rows. Pepperoni, mushrooms and olive were one option, pineapple and peppers was another, and sausage and onion was a third. Then her eyes lit up! Olive and extra cheese! She had not had this since, well, since way back then. What the fuck? She mused to herself, I am a teenager, and I CAN eat like this. I wonder if they have what I used to love putting on the pizza, where’s Susan? Turning and finding Susan, she was surprised when Susan gave her a big hug. “I’m so glad you came tonight. Chewie is so shy around girls, I was totally stoked he actually invited you. I know its not big deal, but it is for him, even if he doesn’t say anything. What can I do for ya”? Susan gushed without taking a breath. Jessica was recovering from being overwhelmed by her hug and the press of her large breasts. “Um, hey Susan, I’m glad to be here too. This is gonna sound weird, but do you have any butter”? Jessica asked. “Oh, you kinky girl you”! Susan teased. “No, no, its for the pizza, you dork”, Jessica laughed, not aware she was talking teen-speak.
“You put butter on pizza”? Susan asked as she handed Jessica the butter from the refrigerator.
“Shit yeah, its great”, replied Jessica, as she spread the butter and watched it melt into the cheese. “This is so yummy”, and she shoved a huge bit into her mouth, and chewed and swallowed.
“Girlfriend, you are so weird, but, like whatever, enjoy. I’ll be back later on. Hey, Chewie just got here”, Susan said, pointing toward the den.
Jessica took her coke, and finished swallowing the pizza and headed into the den. Why am I so happy to see him? She wondered, and then continued into the room. “Hey you”, she said to him.
“Yiiiha, you look great Jessie”, he said, looking her over.
Jessica blushed under the makeup, “Thanks, you know just what to tell a girl”. Chewie steered her to a large room where several teens were listening to music, and sharing a bong. Jessica looked at the bong with curiosity and distain. Chewie sat down and took the offered water pipe and lighted it. Jessica watched curiously, as he sucked in the smoke and it filled his lungs. And holding his breath, he offered it to her.

Now Jessica was in a real quandary. She had never done weed, or pot or whatever you wanted to call it. A driven girl such as herself, unpopular as teen, would never have the chance to try it. But suddenly, all the rules, guidelines and road signs were gone. She had no real reason not to try it, so she took the offered bong. It’s not as if I’m driving anywhere? She thought to herself. Chewie exhaled and said, “It’s still lit”. Jessie put it to her mouth; her finger on the hole in the side like Chewie had done, and began to suck the smoke, causing the water to bubble and percolate. Just as she gained some speed, and felt like her eyeballs were going to pop off her face, Chewie grabbed her hand away from the side hole, and the smoke filled her lungs. “Hold it for a sec, just hold it in”, he encouraged. Then he smiled at her, and she had to giggle. She blew out a cloud of smoke, and coughed. “Easy cowgirl”, Chewie laughed, and handed her a coke.
She gratefully gulped the cold liquid and felt it ease the burning in her throat, and she smiled at him. “Good shit”, he told her, “you should feel it in about 10 or 15 minutes, it has a creep to it”.
“Cool”, she replied, not sure what else to say. Sitting down she stared at Chewie, just enjoying that he was so cute and so tall. “What’s this music we are listening to”? She asked. Chewie smiled, “it’s my favorite, Purple Pain, off their new CD, listen and tell me what you think”. Chewie then sat next to her, letting her put her head on his shoulder. Jessica was amazed at herself. How can I be doing this? Smoking dope? Being with this stranger? And relaxing like this, with these freaks and geeks? As she sat, she could feel the dope hitting her, but softly, giving her a relaxed feeling inside. And she listened to the music, and the female singer.

“….every day, every way, you and me, we grow closer to each other. Every day, in everyway, you take care of me, and I take care of you, and we take care of us…” sang the singer softly. The words seemed to be directed to Jessica and hit her in the soul. Without even knowing when or how, she found her head bobbing to the music. She could feel Chewie’s long arm around her shoulders, and enjoyed the secure feeling. Her throat dry, she reached for the soda and found it empty. Chewie leaped up and brought her back a fresh cold one. Such a gentleman she thought. As he got close to her, he tripped on a chair, and some of the coke spilled on her face, her makeup running.
“Oh my shit! I'm so sorry”, he exclaimed, “I’m such a geek”. Jessica felt the coke dripping on her face and then to her jeans. “Oh, no big deal, don’t stress”, she said. “Maybe Susan can help you clean up”, he suggested, and then before Jessica could protest, he dragged Susan away from the table she was at and brought her to the room.
“Chewie, we fucking can’t take you anywhere, not even my house. Come on Jessie, lets go clean you up, away from Mr. Useless here”, she joked. Susan took Jessie hand and led her to an upstairs bathroom.
“Here Jessie, use this to clean up, then we can see about makeup repair”, Susan said, handing her a cloth and soap. “Coke is like so sticky, you should make him lick it off you”, Susan giggled with Jessica at that picture.

Jessie took the soap and began to wash her face off. Without thinking, suddenly all the makeup was off and the lipstick too. Looking in the mirror, she looked hard at herself. And Jessie made a choice. “Hey Susan, do you have any more of that strawberry lip gloss? I’m kinda tired of this blood-red look”. Her face scrubbed clean, her complexion fresh and clear, she applied the lip-gloss, enjoying the fresher taste.
Looking in the mirror, she saw staring back at her, a teen girl, with blondish hair, and purple highlights. The purple looked soft and feminine against her skin tone and blue eyes. Her lips, not supermodel full, looked cute and kissable, her eyes looked slightly fried, from the weed.
“What do you think Susan”? Asked Jessica when she was done.
Susan looked at her, up and down, and then smiled. “Girlfriend, you look cute. I like it, and so will Chewie”, and they both giggled. They walked hand in hand back to the living room. Chewie was talking with another guy, making hand motions, when he spied Jessica. Chewie did a double take, as Jessica’s look had changed from Gotharama to something more subdued.

“Do you like this look”? Jessica asked a little unsure of herself.
Chewie looked her up and down, checking her from hair to shoes. Then he smiled warmly. “Oh definitely, you look great. That purple with your eyes is hot”, he said, as he put an arm on her shoulders and led her to a couch. For the next few hours, they sat. Merely talking, drinking a soda or two, Jessica had one more hit from the community bong and was feeling slightly buzzed, but not fuzzy at all. The music was not as loud as she expected, or nearly as awful. Chewie was dragged off with some of the guys, to do whatever it was boys do together. She got up and walked around. She found herself making small talk with most everyone. Finally settling in with a group of girls, talking about fashions, music and who was going out with whom. Jessica found herself surprised. She had been so sure that this crowd either did not care about relationships, or that they were simply incapable. Tiring of sitting, she stood, took a final sip of her cola and went onto the back porch, for some air.

The evening’s cool air washed away the residue of the pot-induced fog, and she was fully awake. She looked up at the stars, listened to the sounds of music and the teens. Funny, she mused, how natural it all seems. And how many things are nothing like I thought they would be. As she thought that, her arm, beneath the tattoo felt warm and the warmth spread thru her body. Lifting the sleeve, she looked at the tattoo, and drew a sharp breath. The Dragon was smiling, but when it was put on, it was not. Now its mouth was in a clear grin, and seemed to be looking up at her. Softly rubbing, almost petting the tattoo, she gazed at it in wonder. Hearing someone coming out, she lowered her sleeve.
“Hi Jessie, its almost 10:45. I can walk you home if you want? It would suck to have Stacey pissed off”, said Chewie.
Jessica looked at him, her tummy warm and feeling the little butterflies inside her, wondered if this would be the right thing to do? To Jessica, it seemed time stood still as she thought about it, it occurred to her, “let down the bridge, and let him into your life”. This thought seeped through her, and she could almost hear the Dragon approve. Her mind made up, she smiled, “Yeah Chewie, that would be nice, and I don’t want to upset the wicked witch”.

For Stacey as the evening wore on, things just got better and better. The entire club seemed to be aware of her. He body moved with a fluid, feminine grace. Her hips swayed and danced with sensuous motion that attracted the gaze of everyone in sight. Men could not take their eyes off her. Women seemed to looking at her too, thinking it was unfair that someone so beautiful should also have such nice breasts and shapely legs. And her ass was to die for! Checking her make-up in the women’s room, she could see and feel other women looking at her, jealous and with envy. Lightly touching up her hair, she loved the soft feel of it. So this is how it feels to be beautiful? She mused, I definitely can get used to this. Dwight had bought her two white wines, and she was feeling the pleasant buzz of the alcohol in her system. Dancing with him was wonderful! So much better then being with a pimple faced teenaged Goth! This was a MAN, who knew how to treat a WOMAN nice. Putting her hand on his bicep, she thrilled at the swell of it, and made her ponder what else might swell as large on him. During a slow dance, being in his arms was awesome. So strong, and he was tall. Tell enough for her to put her face on his chest as they danced, but not so tall, that he had to bend to kiss her. What a kisser! His lips were firm, moist and manly. His tongue softly slowly and patiently explored her lips and mouth and danced it’s own dance with her own full tongue. Stacey had no idea a mere kiss could feel this awesome. It was everything she thought a kiss should be, and it made her toes curl. As they kissed, she found herself, softly rubbing her large breasts against his broad chest, enjoying the feeling, of being close to a large man. And the kisses lead to another and then another. Her hands explored his back, feeling his muscles and strong arms. His hands reached lower and softly caressed, yes, caressed her full ass. It was so different from the pawing she remembered teenaged boys doing to her skinny butt. His hands on her full ass-cheeks felt wonderful. He firmly squeezed her, but not harshly. The effect was to push her hips into him, and to feel his swelling cock. It thrilled her to know she had caused his excitement. She could actually feel herself getting moist, and his cock swelling against her flat tummy. Finally coming up for air, they smiled warmly at each other. They were two very sexy people, enjoying each other, knowing where the evening would end. Returning to the table, they each took a last drink, and then Dwight asked her if he could offer her a ride.
“No, I drove myself and I don’t want to leave my car here. But, if you drive fast, you can follow me home”, she winked and smiled at him. Dwight did not have to be asked twice. Reaching across the table, he drew her face to his lips and kissed her again, his fingers tracing her face and hair. Stacey began moaning softly, enjoying the rush of feelings running threw her. She ran her hand along his strong arm, savoring the strong muscles in his forearm and biceps. Breaking the kiss, she looked at him, with passion in her eyes, “Dwight, you better drive real FAST”!
At the parking lot, they kissed again, each exploring the others body with hands and eyes, hungry for more. And they left the club, Stacey racing down the city streets, and Dwight hot behind her.

Walking home, Chewie took Jessica’s hand, holding it softly in his larger hand. In the moonlight, she thought he was handsome. They talked about computers and he was surprised at how much she knew. “Well, a girl has to have a few secrets, doesn’t she? I learned at school and at home, and with my dad. He loves to play and learn online”, Jessica answered smoothly, hoping he would not press the issue. “Tell me about the internship at MGA Technologies? That sounds pretty advanced. What were the interviews like”? She asked. Chewie described the interviews, first with Stuart Jenkins, in the actual DP department, and then with Mary Watberg, in Human Resource. Jessica knew in her former life, she cowed both of those people, but for now, there was nothing she could do. Chewie thought the interviews went ok, but not great. Something is his voice moved her. Maybe the doubt, the sadness, of being a teen and not in control of your own life, when facing the outside world. It just touched her. She reached her hand out and took his arm, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said, “I’m sure you did great. Those people would have to be total assholes not to give you the chance”. She ran her hand up his arm, feeling his warm skin and the teenaged arm muscles. Looking up at him, she felt her face flush, “I think you are wonderful, and I have confidence in you”. His hands rubbed her arms, as he pulled her close and hugged her. And she loved the feeling. Being held by someone, sharing with him, from the heart, it was new to her, but somehow warming her too. Without her noticing, he had lifted the sleeve, exposing the tattoo.
“Hey, what’s this”? He asked, looking at her arm. “I didn’t notice this before”.
Jessica looked down quickly, knowing it was too late to lower her sleeve. And then drew in a sharp gasp! The rose had bloomed. Before it was closed, and now it was open, in full bloom, with the Dragon still smiling up at her, almost like reassuring her, that everything was ok. “Well, that’s my special friend. Not everyone gets to see him. Only very special people”, Jessica softly told him. “Now that you have seen my little secret, you have to share one with me, ok”? Chewie was still softly petting the tattoo, enjoying the feel of her arm, but then, so was Jessica. “Well, ok, what do you want to know”? He asked.
“Chewie, what’s your real name”? Jessica asked without delay. He stared at her, and then smiled.
“Its Tim, Tim Hall. I used to chew the tops of pens when I was a little kid, one teacher called me Chewie, and it just stuck. Not many people either know or remember my name anymore”, he replied truthfully and grinned.
“Tim or Chewie, I still think you are wonderful. I believe you are going to get that internship and you deserve it. How can they not see that? When are you supposed to hear from them”? Jessica asked.
“Monday afternoon, about 3PM they said”, he replied.
“Ok so its cool, don’t worry, I believe in you”, and she hugged him tight. Taking his hand, they resumed walking to her apartment. As they arrived, they saw Stacey go upstairs, with a tall man behind her, laughing and giggling.
“Well, guess I should give them a few minutes to settle into her room”, said Jessica.
“I’d be happy to wait with you”, he answered, holding her small hand softly. Hearing this, she almost melted; instead, she reached up and pulled his face and lips to hers. He lowered his face slowly, his arm around her shoulders, her arm around his waist. Their faces met; slowly their lips found each other. It was a slow, moist, kiss. The kiss of two young people, discovering the joy of sharing love and sharing feelings together. Of being open to each other and allowing others into their own life. Chewie’s tongue softly met Jessica’s, and they slowly touched and danced together in Jessica’s mouth. He held he close, but not too tight. The kiss was everything Jessica had ever heard a kiss should be. It was warm, intimate, welcoming and exciting. If it curled her toes, it did even more to her heart. The walls she had put in place began to come down. The coldness she had carried, melted and flowed away from her. Breaking the kiss, Chewie looked down at her, with the world’s largest smile on his face. “I can wait with you, if you would like”, he said again. Jessica looked at him and smiled. “Chewie, Tim, that’s the best offer I’ve had in forever and ever, but I want a few minutes by myself, before I go face the wicked witch”.
Chewie looked at her, with affection, and some disappointment, “Ok, if that’s what you want. I’ll see you soon? You are the best thing to happen to me ever”, he said, as he held her. Jessica relaxed in his arms, looking up at him. “Well, maybe one or two more minutes”, she whispered to him. They looked into each other’s eyes. “You have the sweetest eyes, so warm”, he told her. She hugged him tighter; feeling like her heart would burst. They looked at each other again, and again, began to kiss. Long, slow and warmly. The joy pouring off them, they finally paused. Chewie ran his hand threw her hair, enjoying the softness of it. “Ok, I guess I need to leave you be. You sure your gonna be ok”? He asked, reluctant to leave her.
“Oh, umm, I could stay here with you, in your arms for hours, but yeah, I’ll be ok”, she replied. With that, he hugged her once more and stepped away. He started to walk away, then reached back for one more hug. And then he was gone. Jessica sat on the stairs and looked at the tattoo and at the night sky. For the first time, the first time she could ever remember, she felt at peace. No worries at MGA Technologies, no appearances to keep up, no expectations to meet, it was all good. Looking at the Dragon and the Rose, open and in full bloom, she smiled, and was sure the Dragon smiled back. “I really have to give you a name”, she said out loud. “Somehow, the name Clyde seems good”, she giggled. (Jessica was totally unaware how like a teen she sounded and acted, by giving a name to the Tattoo). And with that she lowered her face, and kissed the tattoo, and was positive the Dragon purred at her. Enjoying the feelings washing over her, Jessica wondered if she had been given a curse by Stacey, or a second chance? At that moment, Jessica fully surrendered into being Jessie. Not the freak on a leash that Stacey expected, but Jessica made up her mind to accept her new role. Figuring it was close to midnight, she entered the apartment complex and went to her unit.

Stacey and Dwight had started kissing at the door, even as Stacey fumbled with the keys and opening the door. Dwight was caressing her and feeling her soft, warm skin. His touch was lighting her on fire. Getting inside, they wordlessly kissed, long and deeply. Their hands moved quickly, touching and exploring each other, their heat building. Kissing, and touching each other, they moved to Stacey’s bedroom. Removing her blouse, she stood before him in her lacy bra. His eyes drank in her lovely form. She enjoyed his passion filled gaze, as he took in her curves. Stepping up to her, he wrapped his arms around her, his hands feeling the warm skin of her back and pulling her bra clad breasts to his chest. Resuming the kissing, his hands cupped her ass snugly, squeezing her. She returned the kiss, amazed at how wonderful her body felt. Her hands rubbed his back, his sides and down to his tight ass. Soft moans came from deep in Stacey’s throat. His kisses went down, as he kissed her cheeks, eyes, and ears. When his tongue licked her ears, she shivered with delight, and his hand began to softly rub her full breasts thru the bra. Dwight’s passion rose and he reached behind her, to unhook the bra. Stacey’s breath came in great gulps, as she realized, she was coming up on the point of no return. His fingers twisted and fumbled, then the hooks came undone. Leaning back, he looked in her eyes, and lifted the straps off her shoulders and gently lowered the cups. Her full breasts were exposed to a man for the first time, her nipples large and hard. Stacey reached her hands under her breasts and cupped and lifted them. “Do you like”? She teased and smiled. “Oh yes! Very much”, he replied. He reached for her, but she pushed his arm away playfully. She stood and lowered the zipper on the skirt, letting it fall to the floor, standing before him in just her thong panties. “Oh man, you are so HOT”! He breathed at her. She sat back down next to him and his hands went to her breast, cupping them and firmly squeezing. “Umm”, she moaned. As she felt his warm hands on her breasts, she could feel the moisture growing on her sex. Stacey was sure she could smell her own scent. He walked behind her, pulling her ass into his groin, she was able to feel the press of his cock. His hands cupped her breasts, exploring them. Looking down, she watched him move. It thrilled her to see, how large her breasts looked, even in his large, manly hands. Dwight twisted her hard nipples, as he kissed her neck, sending new electric jolts thru her. The feeling of passion rushed all over her body. After enjoying her standing, Dwight leading her to the bed and they sat. He began kissing her neck, lips and face. Lower and lower he kissed her. Until he was kissing the tops of her breasts, his hands lifting the nipples to his warm lips. Then, with a gasp, her nipple was in his lips, and he sucked softly, his tongue circling the hard, hot topping to her breast. Stacey pulled his head to her chest, watching him suck at her nipple. Just like a little baby she mused, just like a baby. And that thought hit her like a 10-ton truck, stopping her passion. Like a baby, like a little baby, she said inwardly. Suddenly, she thought of her mother, Megan, a single mom who had a baby way too young, and thereby surrendered her life. She stared away as Dwight sucked on her, greedy like a baby nursing. Babies nursing, raising a baby, just like her mom. Those were the thoughts racing in her mind, replacing the hot passion and leaving her cold. Stacey discovered, to her great dismay, she was no ready to go thru with this act. She simply could not have sex with him. She just was not ready to take a chance on becoming a mom. Her mind made up, she knew she had to get Dwight out of there, with as little fuss as possible.
“Hey, hey, up here good looking”, she said as she lifted his face. “Umm”, he lazily said to her, caressing her legs. Damn, that felt good she thought. “Dwight honey, I can’t do this tonight, I just can’t”, she said as she stoked his hair.
“Babe, what are you talking about, we ARE going to do this, and you are going to enjoy it”, he said, standing. “The time to say no, is like way, way, pasted”.
“Dwight, I’m sorry, but I can’t, please understand, I promise, it’s not you,…” she said. Then her eyes bugged in terror, as Dwight slapped her face. Her hand went to her cheek, rubbing it. “Oooh”, she gasped.
“Now listen to me”, he said, “We are going to do this”. And with that, he pulled her close and tried to resume kissing her. She struggled to get away from him, and he slapped her again. “BITCH, you will do this”! He growled at her. And he slapped her round ass, hard, the pain shooting all over her body. The hot tears began to fall from her eyes. “Bitch, you are going to suck my cock and then I’m going to fuck you real HARD”, he shouted at her, and then pulled her close and tried to kiss her again. “No, Dwight, STOP”! She screamed. Wrapped in his arms, she tried to escape, scared and frightened out of her mind, but was trapped in his strong grip.

Jessica entered the apartment, and heard the two lovebirds upstairs. Geez, get a fucking room she thought, and giggled. She got a drink of water and pondered if she should wait on the sofa til they fell asleep or just what to do. Then she heard the first slap, and Stacey’s cry. Jessica’s blood froze. Then she heard the next slap and another cry of pain. The shouted word “BITCH” rang out, and Jessica stood and wanted to run from the apartment. She wanted no part of this at all. Finally, she heard Stacey scream “Stop”, and another sound of a slap. The sound of Stacey screaming triggered something deep inside her. At that moment, Jessica still wanted to run, she was no hero. She had no idea of what to even try and do. Then, the tattoo felt warm, in fact, hot even. She looked down at her arm, and later on she would swear, Clyde, the Dragon ROARED. And with the roar her heart grew stout and strong. Jessica felt her soul filling with a courage she never knew she had. Not that suddenly she was Super girl or anything like that, but it was a confidence she was filled with. Jessica knew she had to help Stacey. Stacey might have been mean to her, but rape was rape. And this asshole was beating on her. Walking to the kitchen, she spied the 6” frying pan from breakfast, in the dish rack. Picking it up and spinning the handle in her palm, she made her way upstairs. She could hear the sounds of struggle from Stacey’s room. Standing in the bedroom doorway, in the darkness, she saw Dwight, his pants down, holding and trying to kiss an almost naked Stacey. Two thoughts hit Jessica, the first was that Stacey had way too hot a figure, and the other was she was going to beat the shit out of the asshole holding her. Stepping into the room, she was unnoticed by both. Standing next to the man, his back to her, she spoke.

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“Hey, butt face, let her go”! Jessica said in a loud, clear voice. Dwight, startled, turned and faced her, “What? Who the fuck are you”? He almost laughed seeing her. Jessica calmly wound up and whipped the frying pan thru the air, til it connected with a loud sound, on his most tender, yet hard spot. Yes, she calmly hit him as hard as she could, with the frying pan, on his tender nuts. Dwight bolted up, his hands covering his pain inflamed balls. Stacey fell to the bed, sobbing and holding her red cheek. Dwight painfully sucked in air. The extreme pain shot thru his body. Jessica took in the scene, with great satisfaction, “Who am I? I am a FREAK ON A LEASH! And you’re an Asshole! Now leave! Get out! Or I’m calling the police asswipe”! Jessica felt her blood run hot and again in her mind, she heard Clyde the Dragon roar. Jessica moved as if to hit him again, Dwight raised his hands to cover his pain filled nuts. “No, wait, I’m leaving, just chill”, he begged. He stood and with Jessica between him and Stacey, the frying pan raised, he ran awkwardly from the room, lifting up his pants, and they heard him go out the door and leave. The door locking behind him from the inside. Jessica put down the frying pan and looked at Stacey sobbing on the bed. Stacey looked up at her, her eyes mixed with thankfulness, fright and confusion. Finally Jessica asked, “Are you ok”? Her calm voice surprising her, surprised she was not more upset or scared at all.
Stacey stared for a second in wonder. “I think so. But, who are you? And what did you do with Jessica”?
Jessica smiled at her, amused by this turn of events. “I am Jessica, or Jessie now. And you are my big sister Stacey. No one, well except me (she giggled) messes with you. Um, why don’t you get a robe and met me downstairs, so we can talk”? Jessie said with a calmness and certainty that surprised her. Stacey stared, and then nodded yes.
Jessica went into the kitchen, and got down a short glass for Stacey, putting in it about two fingers of brandy. For her, some ice tea from the pitcher was good. The rush of being bad, of actually physically hitting someone, of being brave and of discovering courage she never knew she had, poured thru her veins. Since the morning, Jessica discovered that she could let go of control, of being in command. She could discover love, and that people would love her back. No, she was not delighted at being a teenager again, however, she was finding it was not all awful. Jessica mused, there are things about me, I never knew. And with that, the scared, cowed little Goth girl of last night was gone. She might be little, but there was more to her then she expected. Sitting at the table, she waited for Stacey to enter, as she heard Stacey’s footfalls on the stairs. Without thinking about it, Jessica had curled her legs under her, sitting “Indian style” in the chair. Stacey had put on a robe, and slowly sat down across from Jessica.
“Hi Stacey, how are you feeling”? Asked Jessica.
“I’m ok, I guess. But, why do you care? It’s not like we are friends or anything like that. I don’t get you”? She replied. She sipped the brandy, nearly gagging, “And what is this”?
“Take a sip or two, its brandy and it will help calm you, I promise”, smiled Jessica. “As for why I care, well, I believe I just settled a debt I owed Megan. Once, she saved me, now I’ve saved you. I’ve been doing some thinking, and it’s time we both talked. Now if you are sure you’re ok? He didn’t hurt you or anything”?
“No, (Stacey rubbed her cheek), just wounded my pride. I can’t believe I couldn’t do it. I so wanted to, but I couldn’t. What’s wrong with me? I’m supposed to be a grown up and a woman”, and Stacey began to sob, putting her head down on her forearms on the table, softly sobbing. Jessica watched for a minute, and then, in an action that surprised her, walked over, and put her arm around Stacey. “Hey, hey, its ok, he’s gone. You’re safe now, nobody is gonna hurt you. Not while the freak on a leash is on duty”, and Jessica giggled a little and Stacey hesitated then giggled right along with her. Jessica began to softly run her small hand through Stacey’s thick hair, feeling the gesture was calming Stacey and noticing Stacey’s breathing returning to normal. Stacey took another sip of the brandy, and looked at Jessica, with her blond hair, and purple highlights, and tattoo, seemingly so at peace with herself and the world.
“Jessie, err, Jessica, what’s going on here? Why are you being so nice to me? After all that’s happened and I’ve done to you”? Stacey asked, surprised and suspicious. Jessica did not answer at first, she continued running her hands threw Stacey’s hair, til Stacey purred, in spite of herself. Then Jessica sighed and began, “My dear big sister, (and Stacey cringed to hear that), has it occurred to you, that you are all I have in the world? And has it hit you, that I am all that you have”? And Jessica sat next to her.
“Ah, no, I had not thought of it that way. Why, how..”? Stacey began.
Jessica folded her hands and looked at Stacey seriously. “The spell or whatever magic you used, changed everything for you and me. It’s making me act like a teenaged girl. I don’t have a job anymore, or the responsibilities that go with being a grownup woman. And you, you are forced to be a grown up, but you simply don’t know how. And since you are now in your late 20s, Megan can’t be your mom anymore, can she? Or had you thought of that”?
Stacey paled again; clearly the implications of the switch had been lost on her. She had only considered the fun aspects of it for her. Now suddenly, she realized, they were both stuck and very much alone.
“Oh shit! I really screwed up Jessica! What are we going to do”? She asked, with a shaken voice.
Jessica was silent for a moment, as they looked at each other, Stacey in her robe that barely hid the lush curves of her adult body, Jessica, still in her jeans and shirt from the party. “First off, (she took a deep breath), call me Jessie. Jessica is such a stuffy name for a 14 year old, don’t you agree? (Stacey nodded, stunned). You said you can’t undo the spell? You have no way to do it? (Stacey shook her head in the negative). Ok, well, then the choice is clear. Stacey, you are the grown up, and no joke, you are my big sister. Nothing else can make sense. I will help you, I promise, oh do I promise. But Stacey, you have to promise me something”, Jessica paused.
“What, what do you want”? Stacey asked.
Jessica looked her in the eye. “No more of forcing me into the Goth routine. We both have to be who we are, and discover who we are. Stacey, we only have each other, there’s no one else for us to turn to. Ok, do you understand”?
Stacey looked at Jessica with red teary eyes. Then something in her mind clicked also. This was the way it must be. We are alone, with only one another. She slowly reached her hand toward Jessica, “I always wanted a sister. Someone to share with. Mom and I were always so bad off, that I guess I made a lot of really bad choices. Jessie, I’m so sorry, oh gosh, I really fucked up”, and she felt her eyes fill with tears.
Jessica reached her hand across the table, taking Stacey’s and holding it. Stacey held her hand tight, as if for dear life itself. “Jessie, I’m just so afraid. I never meant for things to go like this”, she said. “Can you hug me”?
Jessie stood and came to Stacey, holding her from the side. The difference in their sizes was rather uncomfortable, until Stacey pulled Jessie onto her lap and then they both could hold each other. “Jessie, this is going to sound weird, but I don’t want to be alone tonight, um, would mind sleeping with me”? Stacey asked fearfully. Jessica looked at Stacey and felt nothing but sympathy and concern, and her heart opened to her. Jessica leaned over and kissed Stacey on the cheek. “Sure, big sister, it will be like a slumber party for two. Just don’t role over and crush me with those big boobs of yours”, Jessica laughed. Stacey was so touched by the kiss; she smiled for the first time since she was at the club. Standing, she took Jessica’s hand and they walked together up the stairs. Stacey softly rubbed Jessica’s back and asked, “So, how was the party? And what about this guy, Chewie”?

The next morning, Jessica woke up first, and felt something warm next to her. Turning her head, she was surprised to see it was Stacey, as a fully-grown woman. Guess it all has not been a dream, as she looked down at herself, and took stock. She needed a shower and to get cleaned up, and her tummy was growling. Looking at the clock radio on the nightstand, she saw it was 8:30AM, on Sunday. Stacey was sleeping soundly, so Jessica softly got out of the bed and into the shower. The warm water felt good on her teenaged skin and she let the water caress Clyde, who Jessica sensed, enjoyed it. Drying off and putting on an oversized and long T-shirt, she went into the kitchen and considered options. As she opened the cabinet, she heard Stacey coming down the hall. Entering the kitchen, Stacey’s eyes were somewhat blurred, but she ran her hand across her forehead and that seemed to clear her mind, as she rubbed her nose. Then she smiled at Jessica.
“Hi little sister”, she beamed. “Sleep well? I did, knowing my own private freak on a leash was on duty and on guard”. And then she walked to where Jessica was standing and gave her a big hug. Stacey continued, “I don’t know how I can repay you. No one ever did anything like that for me. I had no idea you were such a tough guy”.
Jessica felt crushed by Stacey’s bear hug. “Hey, hey! Easy girl, I’m like half your size and your boobs are like crushing me. Hello”! Jessica whined. They both sat at the table. Jessica was still angry with what Stacey had done to her, and could not contain herself any longer. “Besides Stacey, if you had not done this stupid spell, I would not have had to save your butt. Do you have any idea of how mad I am at you? Do you have any idea how I feel? Having my life and everything I worked for taken away by you? Do YOU”? Stacey lowered her head and pouted. She looked up and her eyes were red and full of real tears. “Jessica, Jessie, I’m so sorry. I really, really am. I just wanted to have some fun, and it never hit me how much it would hurt you. (The tears dropped down her face). Jessie, you saved me from something awful last night. You were so brave, so wonderful. Jessie, ok, to tell you the truth, you were everything, just EVERYTHING I could never be, and I wanted to be it”. She sobbed.
“Stacey, what the fuck are you talking about”, demanded Jessica in a sharp tone.
Stacey looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, and tears running down her beautiful face. “Jessie, you were so pretty, so sexy, so tall and smart. You had this high powered and wonderful job and people respected you. They RESPECTED you! I saw how people treated my mom. I know how I treated her. But people respected you, and they showed it. I guess I wanted to know what it would be like, to have that authority and respect”. And then Stacey stopped and sobbed softly, and looked at Jessica sadly. Jessica was stunned. She envied me? She was jealous of everything I had? I thought she was a slapper slut Goth? Since when do they care about anything? She thought to herself, as she stared at the sad faced Stacey.

And then it hit her. How the kids yesterday talked and acted. Yes, they cared, and liked and loved. How could Chewie look at her and kiss her like he did, if he did not care about anything. And Chewie was not a slacker. He was interviewing for a difficult Internship and helped his parents. Susan helped at her mom’s store, and many of the other kids held jobs and talked about their classes. Have I been so blind to others? Jessica considered. Have I been judging people on their appearances, and not their abilities and talents? Was I really that shallow? And how can I look at how sad, how truly sad Stacey is? How can I not open my heart? She’s so alone and scared. With that, Jessica reached her hand across the table and opened her palm. Stacey watched Jessica’s hand crawl across the table, and then she took Jessica’s smaller hand in her larger one. “Jessica, I promise, I’ll spend the rest of my life, making this up to you! I swear! I swear! I swear..”. Jessica smiled wanly at Stacey, “ok big sister, I forgive you. (Stacey brightened). You’re really lucky Chewie is such a good kisser”, and they booth giggled and stood and hugged each other. “Stacey, you have to remember, I had to work to get all those things. I studied hard, worked harder and made it happen. I did some things, that well, I’m not so proud of anymore. But, I have confidence in you! I have faith in you, and I know you can do whatever you want to”. Sitting down, they ate the hot breakfast of pancakes that Stacey made for them, and then they started to plan the rest of their lives.

“Stacey, look in your mind or memories or something, do you have a job”? Jessica asked as she drank her chocolate milk.
Stacey looked thoughtful and then shook her head, “No, I can’t find anything in here, in my head, purse or ID that says I work anywhere”.
“Hum, ok. How about any job skills? Education”? Jessica continued. “I know how much money we have from Friday. But it’s not going to last forever”.
Again, Stacey considered this. “No, honestly, no. I know I can drive and I can cook. But it’s weird! For example, I don’t know more about things like computers, and then I did before. Ah, I know how to write a check and use a VISA card. But, Jessie, there’s no new skills here, that I can see”.
“Wow, on one hand, it’s still pretty amazing, the cooking and stuff. But, fuck, on the other hand, this is not helping us at all”, complained Jessica. “We need to make some changes and figure things out”, she continued. “To start with, Stacey, I need some new gear. I refuse to continue this Gotharama shit. Ok”? Jessica flatly stated.
“Sure, no problem. That was just like a phase I was going thru. (Stacey laughed at her joke). Jessie, we are sisters and partners, ok. I promise, I like fully understand the situation”, said Stacey. “After we clean up and get changed, we can go to the mall and get you some new clothes for school”.
“School! What the hell are you talking about”! Exclaimed Jessica, turning red with anger.
“Hey, little one, you might be 28, but legally, you are a teenager. And teenagers go to school. The fact is, if you don’t, it could be jail for me and foster home for you”, Stacey pointed out.
Jessica considered this and knew Stacey was right. “Oh, ok, just fuck me and get it over with”, she fumed.
Stacey giggled, “I almost had that last night, and my little protector saved me. (Stacey rubbed Jessica’s hair playfully). Believe me, you don’t want to be fucked and have it over with”. She said seriously.
Jessica tossed her hair to the side, “You know, I’ve never been with a man. Now I guess it’s gonna be a longer wait”, she said sadly.
Stacey put an arm around Jessica, “I know you are a virgin. That’s the reason the spell worked”. Jessica’s eyes got wide.
“Oh, that’s just fucking great! I got screwed, because I’ve never been screwed! That just sucks doughnut holes”, she howled with laughter.

Later, at the mall, an inspiration hit. They had bought Jessica a more “normal” looking wardrobe. It had been a pleasant day doing what sisters do best, shopping together. Finding that they both needed each other, and not trying to screw each other, they found they were both receiving the companionship and friendship and even love, they had been missing before. On the way out, they stopped in a Music store and looked at the CDs. Jessica tried to hear a CD on a headset, but could not get the set to work, until Stacey stepped over, and showed her.
“Jessie, you just have to read and follow the directions, its simple”, Stacey said to Jessica. That simple statement set an alarm bell off in Jessica’s mind. “Stacey, that’s it! You have to read and follow directions”! She exclaimed. Taking Stacey outside the store quickly, she asked, “How did you do the spell? Is there a book or something”?
“Yes, I have the book in my room at home. Do you want to see it”? Stacey asked.
Jessica just sat quietly for a moment, and then softly said, “Yes Stacey, that would be very good”.

Getting home, they dropped the bags in Jessica’s room and then Stacey retrieved the leather book. They sat in the living room, for over an hour as Jessica read the book, in simple amazement, and disbelief. But then again, all she had to do was look in the mirror and know it was all-real.

Looking up, Jessica told Stacey, “Ok, this is more clear. The spell transferred age and some physical stuff between us. I’m not even gonna ask where you got my hair or clothes, its not important, and it’ll just piss me off”. Stacey was concerned for a moment, and then saw the smile on Jessica’s face. “Stacey, chill girl, you’re way too nervous. I forgave you, now we are looking for solutions. Besides, it’s best to laugh at some of these things”. They both giggled together. Jessica read on, deeper into the text. “Stacey, did you actually read the entire part of how this works? Or did you skim and skip parts”? Stacey looked a little sheepish, “Well, I did not read every single paragraph. Why do you ask”?
“Oh, it’s not that important, I was just curious. Stacey, if we are going to be watching out for each other, we need to take better care, ok”? Jessica asked. “Deal”, replied Stacey.
“Next, where or what is the ‘Ring of Tav’, the book talks about”, asked Jessica.
Stacey extended her hand, showing Jessica the plain looking ring. “This is it. Sure does not look like much, do it”? Jessica stared at it and had to agree, for a magic ring, it looked pretty ordinary.
“Stacey, the book seems to say, there is a way to remove the spell”, Jessica said excitedly.
“How, what do we have to do”? Asked Stacey, her eyes wide. “I thought it could not be reversed”.
Jessica put the book on the coffee table, as they sat next to each other. “It says, that to summon the ‘Spirit of the Ages’, and beg a favor of her, bring the Ring of Tav to the ‘Guardian of the Rose’. What could that possibly mean”? Asked Jessica as she stared out the window, confused. They sat next to each other, holding hands, feeling the solution, or at least some answers were so close, yet so far. Then a smile slowly spread across Stacey’s face. “Jessie, the ‘Guardian of the Rose’. It’s easy, I’m surprised you didn’t get it right away”. Jessica looked at her, confused, until Stacey reached over and lifted her arm, exposing the tattoo. “See”! Stacey exclaimed, “What else could it mean? Its so obvious”. Clyde seemed to be smiling at them both today.
“Yes, of course. But what do we do? Do we touch the ring to the Dragon, by the way, I named him Clyde”, Jessica blushed.
“That is so cool. He is your special buddy after all”, Stacey replied. “I think it means we touch the ring to the Dragon, and then wait”.
“Wait for what? And who is the ‘Spirit of the Ages’? Shouldn’t we be super careful with this”? Asked Jessica. Stacey considered this for a moment. “Jessie, this might be our only way to solve this. Let’s be practical. The only job skills I have, and I have thought of this a little, is to be either a stripper or model. Jessie, there really isn’t much else I bring to the table”, she said sadly. “We have to do something, leaving things as they are, is only going to get us deeper and deeper into trouble”.
“You know what Stacey? That’s the first really mature, motivated and thought out thing I’ve heard you say. Don’t you ever tell me my big sister is dumb or slow. She’s very smart”, said Jessica and Stacey beamed at her words. Nodding their heads together, Stacey lifted the ring and touched the tattoo, holding it for a moment there. At first, nothing happened, and then they both felt it at once.

“Stacey, do you feel it? Something’s happening”! Jessica said in a loud voice.
“Yes, yes, as if the air is even heavier”, replied Stacey.
As they both watched, the ring glowed a bright blue, and the eyes of Clyde, the Dragon, turned a bright orange-red. Then, they both felt the presence, and then saw her. The Spirit of the Ages was in the room with them. She was not what they expected. She looked like a mom! The cool mom down the block who made sandwiches and Cool-aid for all the kids on the block in summer, and the mom who made hot chocolate in the winter for everyone. Her hair was frosted, and her eyes kind and a rich blue in color. She was dressed in a long white dress. The expression on her face was pleasant, as if she had expected them to call upon her, sooner or later.
“Well my children, have you enjoyed the gifts I allowed you”? She asked, in a voice as rich as vanilla ice cream. Stacey and Jessica were silent for a moment, and then Jessica spoke, “I’m not sure I consider this a gift. I did not ask for it. And now I have to deal with it”.
Stacey continued, “And I am not ready to be a grown up all the time. I had no idea there was so much to it”!
The Spirit looked at them and smiled benevolently. “Not all gifts are requested, nor are they welcome or desired. But gifts they are, never the less”.
“What are you? What do we call you? Can we change or fix this”? Jessica asked.
She motioned for Jessica and Stacey to sit on the sofa, as she took a sit on a chair. “As to what to call me, in your language, you could not pronounce my proper name. (She smiled). But, you may call me Rose, yes; I believe that would be correct. (She smiled again, as if she had just made a huge discovery). What I am? That would be frankly impossible to explain in terms you could understand. Not a Spirit, in the sense your people consider them. And no, not truly a Goddess either. How this gift came to you both is simple. Using the proper words, and using the proper tools, in this case the ring on Stacey’s finger, I granted Stacey’s request. She wanted to be the older and mature. She wanted to know what it was to be an adult and beautiful. She wanted to be in charge of Jessica”.
“Yes, that’s true! But I never thought to hurt anyone or anything. I wanted what she had! I was wrong to be so jealous”, said Stacey to Rose. And Stacey took Jessica’s hand in hers.
“Ok, I’m curious about some things, like why can she drive and cook, but not have a job”? Asked Jessica.
“Jessica, you told her yourself, certain things have to lived for yourself. Someone can tell you how to do a certain task, but at some point you have to do it on your own. Stacey has knowledge of things, but no experience to guide her or direct her. No training or learning or education. All things worth having required effort to achieve! Relationships, work, love and family, all require effort. Honestly, she did not ask for them, she only asked for being older and beautiful, as Jessica was”, and Rose giggled at the thought. “You both received my gifts, so you both carry signs of mine. Stacey wears the Ring of Tav, and Jessica you bear my markings. The Guardian of the Rose. You have named him ‘Clyde’, a playful, if somewhat undignified name for someone so noble”, Rose said. Jessica looked quickly at Clyde, who winked back at her. “Clyde is my mark on you. No, Jessica, he gives you no power or forces. You defeated that vile man who was attacking Stacey, on your own. Clyde loves to do battle, but it was YOU who picked up the weapon of power. Although using a cooking utensil as a weapon is something not seen since the days of Joan of Arc. But that’s another matter. Stacey, even in the middle of hormone over load (and here the girls giggled and Rose smiled), you thought of your own mother and choices. My ring did not make you do that, you did”.
“Rose, we are not ungrateful, but we can not continue like this. I had no idea that I was giving up my childhood and growing up. And I stole from Jessica, what she had earned. We need to make things as they were. Is that possible”? Asked Stacey.
Rose’s eyes flashed unpleasantly. “You requested gifts, and now wish to reject them! How ungrateful you mortals have become of late. (Rose looked harsh and Jessica and Stacey held each other, afraid of what would happen next). Many have requested my gifts, for many things. Revenge, love, lust and even evil, have been reasons in the past. But you two, you two are different. (She smiled again). I feel some small affection for you both. Stacey requested my gift, as an act of selfishness and wanton desire. But you both learned from it, and in your own ways, benefited. That impress’s and pleases me. That makes me happy, as so many have received my gifts and neither learned, grew or was appreciative. So, yes, I will grant your request to modify my gifts to you. However, I am not Nordstrom’s or Sears! (She glared at them). For me to modify your gifts, I expect and demand something in return, from you both”.
Jessica, in her former life, was accustomed to negotiations, however, in this case, she knew she had nothing to offer or room to zig or zag. She drew a breath, “What can we offer you? What price is there to be paid”?
Rose stood and looked down at them, “Each of you must give something of value up. You must give of yourselves and give me, or rather give up something you value. If you do that, I will return you to your former ages. Now, what do you have to offer me? What will you give up, that you value, to show you are sincere”?
Jessica looked around the room, and then at Stacey, who was biting her lip, with a worried expression. Rose had sat down and was waiting, an expectant look on her face. Looking at her arm, she could sense Clyde was waiting for her to speak. “Rose, if I give something up, may I request to keep something? Something I’ve come to treasure”? She asked of Rose, as she rubbed Clyde.
“Tell me what you suggest and I will judge it on its merits”, replied Rose, not unpleasantly. Screwing up her courage, Jessica continued, “I will give up Chewie. (Stacey take in a sharp breath, Rose nodded as Jessica continued). Chewie taught me to let people into my heart, and into my life. (Jessica began to cry softly, the tears falling down her face). This spell worked because I was a virgin. A virgin! And why was I a virgin? Because I refused to have sex with someone I didn’t love! And I know that’s the right thing to do. But, (she sobbed) I never let love into my heart or my life. I’ve never had a good relationship, because I refused to let anyone get close to me. I always felt, in EVERYTHING, I had to be in control. At work, school, and in my relationships, I had to control everything and trust no one. He is what I have grown to treasure and look forward to. (She wiped her eyes dry of the tears). But, I know now to let people in and not prejudge them. I have to let myself go, and give up being such a control freak, and to trust others. I give up Chewie. Being a teenager again, is a second chance to redo all I missed the first time. I give up that chance also. I will live with my mistakes and give up the chance to correct them or do things better”. The room was quiet for a moment. And Rose nodded and spoke, “Done! I accept what you have offered. (She turned to Stacey) What have you to offer me? Is there something you have, to make me want to accept back my gift to you? My dear, you are most beautiful! Surely you can’t want to give up all I have blessed you with? (She tried to tempt Stacey). What offering do you have”? Stacey was silent and then looked at Jessica, with moist eyes, “Rose, thank you for your gifts. They are more then I dared dream and much more then I deserve. (Rose smiled at the flattery; Jessica was impressed at Stacey’s candor and manner). But I accepted what was not mine to take, and used it unwisely”.
Rose cut her off, “But Stacey, you did not use it unwisely. No, in fact, when the moment of truth came, you elected not to sleep with or have intimate relations with someone you did not love, or even know his full name”.
“Yes, it’s true what you say. However, even when I said no, I was saved by my little sister..”, and Stacey was cut off here by Rose. “Yes, that puzzles me also. For others who have received my gifts, became enemies, if they were not already. Stacey, you got your wish to lord over and rule Jessica. Yet, Jessica did the brave thing and saved you. I am very pleased, pleased for you both. You have come to regard each other as sisters, discovering that you are better together then apart, and at odds with each other. Oh, so many never learn that lesson”. And she shook her head.
“I don’t want to give up my sister. (Jessica looked at Stacey amazed). But, I think it’s best to set my mother free. She works so hard, she struggles, and it’s because she had me so young. I give up my mother, and let her have a fuller life, without me”. And Stacey fought down the tears. Rose looked from one to the other, her face thoughtful, as if considering all things.
“Accepted. In a few moments, you will both sleep. When you awake, it will be a new world for you both. I make no promises about it. You will have choices to make and things to try. Since I feel some affection for your both, some things will not change. For example, this past weekend, did in fact, happen. Everyone you encountered will remember you both, as you are now. When you awake, that person will be gone. Stacey will again be 14 and Jessica will be the adult. Everything will have changed, and yet nothing will have changed, as you will discover. You will both awaken together, and you will find some hint from me, as to your new life. Use this life wisely, for know this, I have NEVER given gifts and modified them, as I will for you two. Stacey, please give me the book and my ring. It is time”, and Rose held out her hand and smiled. Stacey took the ring off her finger and handed it and the book to Rose. As Rose took the items from Stacey, Stacey’s and Jessica’s worlds went black.

They awoke some hours later. It was early evening, just after 7PM. They looked at each other and were silent; they were not sure where to start. Standing, Stacey could tell she was back to being a teen, she could tell she was clearly shorter and Jessica, could tell as she stood, she was back to being an adult. Stacey began to move her hand over her face and body, but Jessica stopped her. “Wait, come upstairs and look in the mirror”, and she smiled at the shorter Stacey. “I believe you will be pleasantly surprised”, she continued. Stacey nodded and bounded up the stairs, with Jessica on her heels. Entering Jessica’s room, they both saw it was again Jessica’s, but with somewhat different furnishings. A more modern music system was on a tabletop, and the colors were brighter then Jessica’s normal, previous patterns. Stacey slowly walked to the full mirror and looked at herself. It was her, but it was not her. Her hands went to her face. The numerous piercing were gone. In there place, were several small black loop earrings in her right ear. Still somewhat Goth, but much more understated. Reaching her hair, it was longer then she remembered, down to the bottom of her neck. A rich, silky black, with some red highlights, soft to the touch and nicely combed. Again, not overwhelming, but understated and indeed tasteful. Her face was devoid of makeup. Her natural complexion was slightly olive tone. Her lips were full, but in a teen kind of way. Stacey’s eyes were bright and a light of warmth shined in them. “Oh my gosh, is this really me”? She asked, looking at her reflection. Jessica was quiet, allowing Stacey to take everything in. Looking down, she gasped. She was wearing a white T-shirt, tied just above the waist. Her jeans were blue not black. Stacey discovered she was taller then before. When she was able to measure, she found she was 5’4”, 2” and 20 pounds heavier then before. If before she was too skinny, this was an entirely new body for her. Clearly she was a teen, she would not pass for 20. But, the skinny Goth girl, with too much make-up and too much metal in her face, had been replaced. This girl was taller, with more curves to her figure. Stacey twisted and was surprised at how full her butt and legs looked. She was sure she felt stronger then before. Her tummy, exposed by the tied off shirt, was flat and athletic in appearance. Looking at her chest, even her bust looked fuller. Not BIG, but a full 34B she would discover. “Oh my, this is something. Jessica, I never thought I could look this good”, breathed Stacey.
Jessica beamed at her and hugged her. “Hey little one, call me Jessie, ok”? Hugging Jessie back, tears falling down her face, Stacey replied, “Ok big sister. You wanna look now”? “I do, I am rather curious”, Jessie said, as she stepped to the mirror. At first Jessie did not notice anything different. Then, she moved her face, and her hair moved too. Her blond hair was longer and had a wave to it. Lifting it, she smiled. On one side, were some light purple-blue highlights, which almost exactly matched her eyes. The color weave was there, but somewhat hidden. Her face was unchanged, but she could tell her body was somewhat firmer, tighter then before. Looking at her arms, she felt how sleek and toned they were. Like Stacey, she just felt stronger. Then, her right shoulder tingled and she lifted the sleeve and laughed in joy. For there was Clyde, smiling at her, the Rose in full bloom. Rose had granted her request to keep something. Lowering her face, she kissed him. “I’m so glad I got to keep you. I would have been so sad to lose you,” she giggled. Turning to Stacey, she smiled. “My beloved little sister, lets go downstairs, we have a lot to talk about”. Jessie took Stacey’s hand and led her back to the kitchen table. Looking around, they both noted small changes in the apartment, which now reflected two people living there. They both saw, at the same time, the embossed envelope, addressed to Jessie and Stacey Montague-Jones. Sitting down, knowing it was from Rose; they opened it together and read:

My dearest children, I trust you are happy with your gifts. I have done more for you, and then I have for any others. As you wished, you are now truly sisters. Jessica has raised Stacey for the last 4 years, since your parents were killed in a car accident. Stacey gave up Megan, and Megan was able to stay in school and continue to College. In your world now, she is a 2nd cousin to you both. She works at the same firm as Jessica, in the marketing department, reaching a level proper for her education and goals. She is engaged to be married in 3 months. Jessica, you have your same job. But you can see how you acted before and change things as your experiences have taught you. Stacey, you go to the same school. Everyone remembers you both from last week. How you go forward from here, are your choices to make. I merely have set the table, and you have to choose to eat or not. I hope you both choose wisely. You have much to offer each other. Jessica, take care of “Clyde”, he is very dear to me”……..

As they looked at the paper, it faded, the writing disappearing and finally the paper itself disappeared. The two girls looked at each other, and hugged. “Jessie, I’m so scared. I was always able to hide behind my Goth makeup and attitude. What do I do now”? She asked her big sister. Jessie ran her fingers through Stacey’s thick hair. “What do you do? Why Stacey, you do anything you want. You can be anything you want, I believe in you, and you need to believe in yourself”, and she hugged Stacey tight and Stacey held onto Jessica’s arm.

The next morning, they dressed and eat almost on autopilot, as if they had done this a million times before. Stacey marveled that she had no craving for a smoke, and that her school uniform, both fit and was clean. Arriving at her school, she turned to Jessica, “How do you think people will react to me? I look different then last week and I feel different too! Jessie, what do I do”? She asked with a worried expression on her face. Jessica looked at her and smiled warmly, taking Stacey’s hand. “You said you envied me, and all I had. I have no doubt; you can achieve anything you set your mind to. You have been wasting time and not focusing, right? (Stacey nodded). Ok, so today is the day, you begin anew. How many people can truly say that? I want you to go to class today, and try something new, ok”? Said Jessica.
“What’s that”? Stacey replied.
“Pay attention and study silly one”! Jessica laughed and hugged her. “Now go in there, focus, enjoy and try new things” and Jessica pushed her out of the car. Stacey got out, smoothed her skirt and blouse and adjusted her necktie. She lifted her backpack of books easily onto her shoulder, silently marveling at how easy it lifted. Stacey looked into the car window at Jessica and took her hand one last time and whispered, “I love you, my freak on a leash”, and then she turned and went into the school grounds, joining the crowds of students entering there. The school day was an interesting change of pace for Stacey. It was all the little things she had never done before. Like arriving on time for class. It scared her math teacher that she was in her seat and ready with open textbook when the bell rang to begin the school day. He did a double take, not sure he was seeing what he saw. She knew several kids were staring at her, checking her out. I guess a new hairstyle, new make-up and getting rid of all the body art makes a change she laughed inwardly. Oh, and being taller and bigger probably helps too. As the day and classes wore on, she found something out. If she actually paid attention to the teachers, and read the text, she was more then capable of doing most anything in school. A bit of the old Stacey came out in history class. She saw her teacher almost had a heart attack, as she took part in the class discussion of how the government balances the budget. Her explanation of bi-partisan politics shocked him. Seeing the look on his face, well, that was just frosting on the cake. In PE, she was changing into her gym shorts and shirt, and the girl next to her in the locker room; Pam was silently looking at her.
“What’s up Pam”? Stacey asked.
“Oh, you look different, I can’t figure out why”, she replied.
Stacey thought fast, “My sister has us on this healthy diet and exercise program at home. Can you believe she makes us get up and do like 200 crunches before breakfast? It’s a fucking pain in the ass”.
“Whatever it is, it’s working great for you. Hey, have you ever thought of trying out for sports”? Pam asked.
“Naw, never. Why would I want to”? Stacey told her.
“Cuz I think you might enjoy it and you might be pretty good. I’m on Soccer team already; we are looking for a few new players, why don’t you come by practice after school? Would you sister mind”? Pam asked her.
In spite of herself, Stacey was intrigued, “Well, maybe, come on, I don’t want to be late. You can tell me about it at lunch”, and Stacey smiled at Pam, who smiled back, amazing Stacey at what a difference a weekend makes.

Parking her Jaguar at her familiar Executive park spot, Jessica picked up her leather attaché case with the shoulder strap. Walking toward the elevators, she smiled at everyone. Jessica felt wonderful, like she was given a second chance to get so many things right. She had been thinking all morning about how to relate to people and to get them to do what she wanted, because they would want to do the task, not because Jessica demanded it. Her new goal was to create a team of co-workers, staff and management, who would work toward common goals, each person bringing their own talents to bear on a given project.

Arriving at her office, she saw her secretary, Janice, a working mom about 35 years old, already preparing the days reports and schedule. Jessica noticed Janice had put a small picture on her desk.
“Hi, good morning, how was your weekend”? Jessica asked.
Janice was startled, Jessica never asked questions, or acted as if she cared about Janice at all. Jessica continued, “Are those your children? How old are they now”? Janice was silent, and then began, “Ms Montague-Jones, I know you don’t like pictures on the desktops, I know you consider it unprofessional, but I hope you will let me keep this one”? Janice looked up at Jessica with sad eyes. Oh my lord, have I been this unfeeling? Jessica asked herself. “Janice, of course you can keep the picture of your lovely children here. Also, do me a favor please” she began.
“Yes Ms Montague-Jones”? Janice interjected.
Jessica smiled at her, “Janice, you spend more hours together awake with me, then you do the folks you care about, like your children and husband. What do you say, after all it has been 2 years we have worked together, and I think you should call me Jessie”? Janice looked at her stunned, “Are you sure Ms Montague-Jones? You have always insisted on a professional workplace”.
Jessie sat on the edge of the desktop, exposing the blue-purple ends in her hair. “Well, I have to tell you, I have no doubt that our professional workplace and relationship will not crumble over such a trivial matter. It would make me very happy. Now, two things, first, introduce me to these beautiful children of yours, and then, can you get Stuart Jenkins, in DP on the phone for me”?

Talking to Jenkins, Jessica quickly found out that while he wanted Chewie on staff, the final call was Mary Watberg’s in Human Recourses.
“Ms Montague-Jones, if I may ask, why do you suddenly care about a low level internship”? Jenkins asked.
“Well, honestly, Stuart, it’s rather difficult to explain, but in all candor he is something of a friend to my younger sister, and you know how it is. I promised I would look into the matter, as it were. Stuart, I would take it as a personal favor, if you not mention this conversation, regarding Tim.” She told him.
“Why, yes, of course”, he was surprised she had not ordered him to be silent.
“Oh, before I forget, your staff did an outstanding job last weekend. I appreciate it, and won’t forget it. Please do me a favor, and have everyone in your staff wait for me on Wednesday, say about 1PM. I know it will interfere with lunch hours, but I really want to address them, is that ok, maybe delay lunch til 1:30”?
“Ok, most of the staff likes to eat later anyhow. Yes, I can do that Ms Montague-Jones”, he answered.
Jessica smiled into the phone, “Stuart, please call me Jessie, thanks for your help in this matter”, and she hung up on a stunned Jenkins.
Working quickly, Jessica was connected with Mary Watberg in HR. Needing a favor from her; Jessica considered perhaps some of the old style might be in order.
“Good morning Mary, Jessica Montague-Jones here, have you a moment of time”? She asked stiffly.
“Of course Ms Montague-Jones, how can I be of service to you”? Mary replied coldly, dreading what Jessica might want.
“I understand you are finalizing the list of new interns for the DP unit. I am curious to know if Timothy Hall was on your final list? He is a student at Northwest High, and fairly talented I understand”, Jessica asked.
“Frankly, he interviewed, and his DP skills are considerable. But, in all candor, his interview was rather poor, and I am considering other applicants who interviewed better”, Mary replied. “And, I have to inform you, I am concerned at an Executive meddling in something so clearly in my domain. Candidly, this is not a matter of concern to you, and DP does not directly report to you. Ms Montague-Jones, I am somewhat offended at your interest in this process, and wonder if I need to bring this up with my own Division Head”, Mary ended on a somewhat angry note.
Jessica sucked in a quiet breath and decided perhaps a change of tactics was in order. “Mary, my interest is that he attends school with my younger sister, and I am embarrassed to say, I promised her I would look in on this. It is definitely outside my area, and I regret if I overstepped my bounds”, Jessica told her calmly and softly.
Mary considered Jessica’s almost apology, which in and of itself was unheard of. “Ms Montague-Jones, even if I wanted to bring him on, we lack the budget. I have 2 interns selected and informed, it would be a huge lapse of grace to withdraw the offer from one of them”.
“As I recall, doesn’t my department have budget for 2 interns? I have not filled them, and I have no trouble authorizing accounting to transfer the funds to DP”, answered Jessica.
“Well, that would be out of the ordinary, but I know Jenkins could use the help this year. I have told you many times to make use of those funds and interns, but you have refused in the past, saying training funds for interns could be better spent. But, if it’s ok with you, I will offer a spot to Tim, and you can forward the paperwork on the accounting to me later on”, Mary agreed.
Jessica sighed deeply, “Mary, I want you to know, you have done me a huge personal service today. I am more then aware, that I have a certain, shall we say, reputation. Those who cross me know I don’t forget or forgive. However, what is less well known, when someone does me a good deed, I remember that for a very long time. I greatly appreciate this personal, private favor you did for me”.
“Oh, it’s nothing really, Ms Montague-Jones”, broke in Mary. “You are providing the budget”.
“True, but you are providing the personal service, so much more valuable then money. Mary, I don’t forget a personal service, which is something friends do for one another. My friends call me Jessie, I hope that would include you”.
Mary was startled to silence, was this the evil witch/bitch of the company, or had Jessica been abducted by aliens? “Um, ok, yes, Jessie, of course”, she replied. Jessie smiled, knowing she had made an ally, and now wanted to cement the situation.
“Mary, that would still leave me one internship to fill, correct”? She asked Mary.
“Yes, Ms Montague-Jones, err, Jessie, it does. I have asked you often in the past to fill the slots”, Mary reminded her.
“Then clearly I need to be better informed on the program. Tell me, have you ever been to the MGA Executive Dining room on the 23rd floor? In spite of it being somewhat stuffy, (she giggled), the food is quite excellent”, Jessica asked Mary.
“No, I’ve never been invited there, and I am not a Vice President, only a Unit Manager”, answered Mary.
“If your calendar allows, please be my guest, and join me tomorrow, at 1PM? I would much like to review the matter of Interns and staff training, it appears I have neglected this aspect and need to be brought up to speed. I can meet you at your office at 12:45 and we can go up together”, suggested Jessica.
“Oh, really? That would be wonderful! I mean, thank you! I mean, what do I wear? Do I sound too silly”? Giggled Mary like a schoolgirl.
Jessica smiled to herself, “No, not at all. I most likely will be in pants. And you are correct to ask, as there is a dress code. Now, I am counting on you and your help in many matters. Things have not run as well as they could, but I am sure, if we all work together, things will be better”.

That evening at home, Jessica and Stacey reviewed their days. Jessica had Stacey help her cook dinner. Even though Stacey insisted she could not cook, they discovered it was more a matter of needing to practice and trying then anything else. Stacey did not mention looking at Soccer, but did tell Jessica that the classes were better then she remembered. After dinner, Jessica handed Stacey the newspaper and her VISA card. “Ok, so you know how to order these on-line? I need 16 all together”, said Jessica.
“Are you sure you trust me”? Asked Stacey, holding the VISA card.
Jessica looked Stacey in the eye, “After all we have been though, I trust you more then anyone in the world. I have to learn to trust, and you have to learn to accept that trust and responsibility and then act on it”.
“All right, I’ll take care of this tonight”, answered Stacey.
“Ok, great, on Wednesday, bring them to my office at 1:15PM, to the DP department”, Jessica directed.
“No problem, I’ll cut class”, smiled Stacey.
“Ah, no, I’ll give you a note”, said Jessica in horror.
“Hey, relax big sister, old habits die hard”, laughed Stacey.

Tuesday was fairly uneventful, except that Jessica ran into Megan at MGA Technologies. To say it was a surprise would be an understatement. Megan had long brown hair, and a trim figure. Her eyes were warm and smiling, full of the bliss of a woman to be wed. A huge walk from the single mom, struggling to make ends meet, Megan headed a sales team, for one of the software products. She was clearly happy, financially secure and taking care of herself.

Wednesday came, and at 12:50, Jessica began her decent to the lair, or the DP department. She wore a maroon sweater, with short sleeves, which clung to her figure, and navy blue pinstripe slacks, which tastefully showed she was a woman. Entering the floor, she walked past the staff of computer geeks and Goths, directly into Stuart Jenkins office.
“Hi Jessie, I got a copy of the letter you sent to Mr. McShane, that was not necessary, you didn’t have to”, he told her.
“Oh, bullshit Stuart, you and your staff did a fine job and deserved to be noticed. It was only right and fair”, replied Jessie. The two of them made some small talk until 1:15, when Stacey arrived, with a large envelope in hand.
“Stuart, this is my younger sister Stacey”, said Jessica by way of introduction.
“Please to meet you”, replied the bright eyed Stacey.

Suddenly, everyone on the floor was distracted by a noise coming from the elevator. Three men from Vincent’s Designer Pizza came in, with several boxes of food and drink each. “Stuart, could you call everyone to come in here please, to the area in front of the office here”? Requested Jessica. Stuart gathered the entire staff, including the new interns. Stacey nudged Jessica, seeing Chewie in a dress shirt, but tie less.

“Hello everyone”, began Jessica, “My name is Jessie Montague-Jones. I have met many of you in the past. Today, I wanted to take the time to thank everyone for a job really well done last week. We hate being hacked, and you all went above and beyond the call of duty to fix and resolve and to kick the ass of the hacker”. (Jessica paused as everyone giggled at her remark). “To show my personal appreciation, it’s my pleasure to buy lunch for the entire department”, she beamed. The DP staff was stunned, but broke into claps and loud whoops. “I also sent a letter to Mr. McShane, thanking Stuart Jenkins and his group for their fine service to the firm. Stacey, hand me the envelope please”, she asked Stacey. Stacey handed Jessica the thick envelope. “To further show my thanks, in two weeks, the Science Fiction and Fantasy convention are coming to Stapleton Center. I have 2-day pass’s here for everyone in the department, including the new interns. See Stuart to pick up your tickets later on. Thank you everyone, let’s eat”.

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As the crowd gathered by the food, Jessica found herself next to Chewie, who was looking at her, like he knew her from somewhere, but was not sure where. Jessica got Jenkins to introduce them.
“Stuart, may I borrow your office for a minute, I wanted to speak to the new interns, starting with Tim here”, Jessica asked, her tummy doing flip-flops. Chewie followed her into the office and at her signal closed the door.
“Well Chewie, how do you like MGA so far”, Jessica teased him with a smile.
Chewie was surprised, “How did you know my nickname”?
Jessica smiled at him, “Ok, I’m going to show you something, and then I want you to look into my eyes. But, you have to; you HAVE to promise not to freak out. OK”?
Chewie looked dubious, but agreed by nodding his head. Jessica sat on the desktop and turned slightly, and lifted the sleeve on her sweater. Quickly, Clyde was exposed, Chewie’s eyes got wide, as he recognized the tattoo, and almost chocked when Clyde seemed to wink at him. “Chewie, look here, look at my eyes”, Jessica asked softly.
Chewie, his face in shock, looked into her eyes, slowly realizing something was not right. “No, this just can’t be..”, he began.
Jessica smiled at him, “Chewie, you said, after you kissed me, that I had the sweetest and warmest eyes”.
“Jessie? Jessie? No, you were 14, and a kid…”, he gasped.
Jessica took his hand, in her two. “Chewie, I can’t explain, I can’t tell you, and you would not believe me anyway. Shush, don’t worry” she began.
“What are you? A witch or something”, he asked, afraid of her suddenly.
“Oh no, no, not at all. I can’t explain and you wouldn’t understand anyway, ok”, she repeated.
“Ok, I won’t ask, you won’t explain, and I would not understand”, he said dully.
“Tim, Chewie, I want you to know there is magic in the world. But you brought me the biggest magic there is”, she told him.
“What’s that”? He asked.
“You brought to me, the magic of love. That’s the most powerful, amazing magic in the world. You are an amazing young man, and I am so glad, not, more then that, I am thankful, you came into my life. I can tell you that you saved me. You saved me from myself. And you gave me more then I can ever payback. Thank you”, she smiled at him, eyes moist.
“But, how can this be”? He asked again.
“Oh Chewie, I can’t tell you, I can’t explain and you wouldn’t understand. It just is. And you should know, you are wonderful, and I’ll never forget you. If I can ever help you, you call me, ok? Promise”? She asked of him.
He stared at her, confused and a little frightened, but convinced that she was indeed the Jessie of Saturday. “Ok, then let me guess, your ‘sister’, Stacey, is STACEY”, he asked.
“She is, but.”, Jessica began. “Oh, wait, I know, you can’t explain, I wouldn’t believe or understand”, he finished, laughing finally. “I don’t understand, but I can accept it”. They left the room, and walked into Stacey.
“Chewie, you remember Stacey, I’m sure”, smiled Jessica.
Jessica looked at the two teens, checking each other out and smiling at each other. “Yes”, he said, “nice to have someone my own age here to talk to at lunch”.
“Why don’t you two sit? I’m going to get some pizza and then get back to work. Stacey, I can give you a ride later on, unless you get a better offer”, she said as she smiled at Chewie.
“Oh, for sure! Wait, Jessie, I gotta show you something in my backpack”, Stacey said, and grabbed her backpack and removed a practice jersey with her school’s name on it, showing it to Jessica. “I made the school girl’s soccer team”! She beamed and held up the jersey. They hugged tight. “That is so cool, I am so proud of you”, Jessica whispered in her ear. They stood, giggling and then Stacey went off with Chewie, to talk about whatever teens talk about. Jessie found her Pizza, double cheese and olives, and then smiled as she spread the butter over it and took a bit. Yummy, she thought, as she chewed and walked, greeting everyone. Finally, standing and wiping her hands with a napkin, she found herself singing softly, “….every day, every way, you and me, we grow closer to each other. Every day in every way, you take care of me, and I take care of you, and we take care of us…”. A Goth girl from the DP unit heard her, looked at her purple-blue ends, and asked, “Ms Montague-Jones? I would not have figured you for a PURPLE PAIN fan”? Jessica smiled, “You have no idea. (Jessica giggled), and please call me Jessie”.

Heading upstairs, Jessica was surprised to bump into Carl. They stood, looking at each other, awkwardly for a moment. Then Jessica took the ball and ran with it. “Hi Carl, (she put her hand on his forearm and took his hand into her other hand), I am so sorry about last weekend. I really was not myself and things were a little strange”, she said with a smile in her eyes and on her face.
He looked at her, taking in the obvious curves and pleasing beauty, wondering how he could have missed them on Friday. “You can say that again. Dare I even ask”, he smiled warmly at her, enjoying her touch.
Jessica shook her head. “I could not explain, you would not understand and you would not believe me anyway. But, if you are willing to give me another chance, I’d love to cook you dinner, Stacey will be nowhere in sight, I promise! (Jessica giggled). And, if things work out over time, and if you find me to be someone you want to get to know better, then I have something that I have been saving, and I think you are the one I want to give it to and share it with”, and Jessica blushed, as Carl laughed.
“Jessie, I would be delighted to be with you again”, he replied. And Jessica surprised him and her, by hugging him.

Epilogue, 18 months later.

Dressed in a long white wedding dress, Jessica walked slowly up the aisle at the hotel hall. Looking down the aisle, she sees her husband to be, tall, handsome and strong. She blushed to remember the first time she saw Carl naked, so powerful and sexy. Yes, she was right to wait to give herself to someone she truly loved, and the sex was intensified by that love and passion. Looking to the right side of the altar, Stacey stood, taller at 5’7 then 18 months before. Not quite an honor student but doing well in her studies, she was becoming a very accomplished soccer player. Several colleges had sent letters about her becoming a scholarship student athlete. She looked so pretty, and so happy. Sitting on the right side, was Chewie, still seeing Stacey, and who could tell how things would develop between them, when he left for Stanford next fall. They made such a cute couple. Moving further along, Jessica saw Megan, with her husband. I hope I will be as happy as them. Megan was aglow with the swell of her pregnant tummy, expecting her first child. Suddenly Clyde glowed warmly under the sleeve. Looking to the right, she gasped. Rose was standing there, in the midst of all her friends and family. Rose smiled at her, and Jessica knew she was speaking to her and to Stacey, and no one else could hear her. “My children, I am so very happy for you on your wedding day, and so proud of what you two have done for each other. You let me know that modifying your gifts was a good thing. Good luck, I love you both”. Both Jessica and Stacey felt the warm kiss of Rose on their cheeks. Reaching the altar, Jessica stood next to her man, and next to her little sister. And looked forward to the future.