220 49118 article Path: ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet From: Edwin Gay Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: TG: "Ghost" Date: Sun, 15 Jan 95 19:56:42 -0500 Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) Lines: 1205 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1g.delphi.com GHOST By Kristen O Scene I - Farewell Rob took in a long breath and exhaled in a deep sigh. He was leaving his old neighborhood behind. From the back seat of the old '86 station wagon, he peered between the moving boxes and battered suitcases through the back window. The large white house trimmed in cedar that he had been born in and spent the first 15 years of his life began shrinking as the car sped away. He thoughts wandered through his favorite memories: his front yard where he played catch with his friends; the tree with an old tire suspended from a rope that he and his sisters took turns swinging on after school; the basketball hoop on top of the garage door with a torn net - how he loved the times he spent with his dad playing "HORSE" or "Around the World". His home, like his dad, will fade from his memory, he thought, as the station wagon drew further and further away. He was loosing his home, loosing his friends, loosing his dad. It was unfair. Scene II - Fast Women, Fast Cars Jamie put her tongue in Paul's ear as they sped along. Paul laughed and cringed, causing the '74 Mustang Mach 1 to swerve. "Knock it off, Jamie!" Paul shouted as he gave the Mustang more gas, "Save it until we reach the lake." A pine scent wafted through the open windows of the Mustang as it trekked through the moonlit forest road. "I don't think that I can wait." Jamie said playfully as she batted her eyes at him. The Mustang rounded a bend in the road where there was a clearing. In the distance, the chimney of an old mansion just peaked out above some younger, shorter trees. A shimmering of the moonlight marked the location of the lake they were headed to. Jamie turned the Mustang's rear view mirror on her and began to touch up her lipstick. Paul stole a quick glance at Jamie while she was doing this. He figured she was about 19, maybe 20 years old. From what his friends had told him, she was really wild and would "go all the way" if you knew the right buttons to press. She looked every bit as wild as the rumors he had heard about her. She had a long, blond mane of hair which she wore teased up. She wore red cowboy boots which reached her knees; a blue, western-style denim miniskirt which barely covered her long luscious legs; a bone-colored see-through blouse - did she had ample to see!; and a blue denim vest which she wore unbuttoned. Scene III - Flashback Anxiety and hopelessness danced around his mind. There probably wouldn't be any guys his age to pal around with. Rob was just going through an age where his hormones were crazy, passing through the tail end of puberty and into the unknowns of the adult world. A few weeks ago, he was just experienced his first "real" drink with his friend Bill, a shot of the hard stuff, Johnnie Walker from one of those tiny airline bottles Bill had "borrowed" from his Mom and Dad's extensive collection. Rob would also miss Tammy, but he didn't have the courage to tell her goodby, or for that matter, hello. Tammy sat in his high school geometry class just one desk up and two rows over. And not just in geometry,... Rob had seen Tammy before in other classes, but never really noticed her until she "blossomed". How he yearned to have the courage to sit next to her in class, for his eyes to suddenly meet hers. She would smile, he would smile, they would exchange notes in class and finally, he would meet her after school where he would ask her to be his date to a dance. But that moment would never come. Rob fell into an uncomfortable sleep as the station wagon moved east through the forested countryside. Scene IV - The Rendezvous Paul had just met Jamie at Wilson's Twin View drive-in movie theater, the only nightlife for teenagers in this town. He thought back on the moment. Paul had first arrived with his usual friends in tow. Jamie had entered with a date, but having grown tired of his typical groping and boring dialog, walked out to find another ride back. She had recognized Paul from the In-N-Out Minimart that she frequented. She would flirt with him on each visit. Now here he was at the drive-in with some guys she did not recognize, but wouldn't mind meeting later. She walked up to the opened driver's side window of Paul's Mustang and held her face close to Paul's, almost touching him. Paul flushed with embarrassment as he recognized her. "H-Hello, I'm Paul," he managed to speak as his buddies made catcalls and wolf whistles. "Hello, Paul, it's nice to meet your acquaintance, finally," she replied coyishly, "I'm Jamie, we've been meeting for too long without talking at the In-N- Out." Paul's friends began to roll out of the back seat, laughing and whistling, leaving Paul and Jamie alone. Paul nodded his head toward the passenger door of the Mustang, "Get in". Jamie walked around and got in. They made out during the rest of the movie. Scene V - Sisters Rob awoke with an elbow jabbed into his ribs. One of his older sisters, Kim was getting restless. "Rob, get off my shoulder, I'm trying to sleep!" "Be good, you two!" his mother replied, "Just a few more hours and we will be in our new home." His other sister, Susan was still asleep, having helped load the wagon earlier. His sisters were twins, 23 years old and pushy. They always ganged up on him, constantly. Rob remembered the good times when his sisters left for college leaving him alone in peace with his mom and dad. He was finally able to get his father's full attention and how he admired and loved his father. But, when his dad unexpectedly deserted them, taking the truck, their savings and his salary with him, things changed quickly. Without the tuition to support them, his sisters came home. His mother had grown dejected and felt bitter. It seemed that his sisters were also upset. At first, they all shared the same anger and sadness. But after a time, Rob began to feel some of the anger directed towards him - he was a man like his father. The strong bond he had with his father became a focus for the scorn from his mother and sisters. And then the worst came, they had to move to a less expensive home. Scene VI - Destiny Tires screeched as the Mustang came around a bend. Jamie clung onto Paul with the look of exhilaration in her eyes. Paul saw the look and gave it more gas. They were nearing the lake and coming into an S-curve. Paul had driven this before at a higher speed during the day. He saw a glint of his headlights off the road surface by the lake, then he felt the car slide. Time stood still as the front tires of speeding Mustang lost their grip on the road. The steering wheel tore out of Paul's hands as the front tires instantly regained traction on the road's shoulder, scattering gravel in all directions. Jamie screamed as the rear end of the car seemed to twist around her. Tree trunks flashed by, lit up by the headlights and disappearing in the darkness, then suddenly, a terrible, instantaneous, deafening scream of metal twisting and contorting in protest, glass shattering, followed by absolute silence. After several seconds, a lone cricket began to chirp. Soon the forest noise resumed. Deputy Johnson was growing tired, nearing the end of his shift. He was driving back into town from the main highway when he saw fresh skid-marks leading across the road. Ben had seen this happen on these mountain roads many times before - he knew what he would find at the end of the skid marks. He sighed, pulled his car off of the road and got to work. Scene VII - Chance Encounter Rob awoke when he noticed the wagon slowing. "Are we there?" then Rob saw the flashing lights of several police cars and a ambulance, and a vehicle with "Coroner" on it. An officer directing traffic walked grimly up to the car as Rob's mom lowered the window. "What happened here, Officer?" "Please, Madame, just move along," the officer replied. "But I live in this house..." Rob's mom pointed to an old mansion next to the lake. The officer briefly glanced inside the wagon at Rob and his sisters and spoke softly to his mom, "We're just cleaning up the single vehicle accident. There was one fatality,.. a girl. The boy might live. Damned teenagers!" the officer shrugged. Rob's mom didn't say anything as she rolled up the window and drove the wagon off the highway into the gravel driveway of the old mansion. As they drove past the accident scene, Rob peered through the window. Paramedics were just moving a stretcher into an ambulance. In the stretcher, he could just make out the victim's figure, a young man. His clothes were torn and visibly cut in some places. An IV bag hung from the stretcher. His head was held down on a traction board and another paramedic was holding an oxygen mask on the victim's face. A policeman and a man in plainclothes were next to another stretcher next to a black vehicle. A sheet was pulled over this victim's face. Rob starred at the sheet as the policeman pulled the stretcher around and into the back of the black vehicle, with the plainclothes pushing from behind. He saw the body begin to stir. The body sat up in the stretcher as they guided it around. The sheet slipped off of the victim's face. Mesmerized, Rob continued to stare. The victim looked right into Rob's eyes. Their eyes locked together. Rob found he couldn't look away. She was a young lady, very pretty looking, but very pale, almost ghostly. And she was starring right at Rob! Rob felt he was almost out of breath and chilled in every corner of his body. He blinked his eyes, and suddenly, he was starring at the sheet again, the body lying in it's original position, unchanged, the policeman and plainclothesman carrying on as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. Rob continued to stare as the ambulance sped off, followed by the coroner's vehicle. He was startled when his mom shouted, "Were here!" Scene IIX - A Ghostly Realization Jamie was confused. She her consciousness, seemingly disembodied, faded in and out. She remembered trees flashing left and right of the windshield of the Mustang. Then a big tree trunk emerged from the darkness directly in front of them. She felt her body being to fly into the windshield, then suddenly absolute darkness, quiet, and calmness. When Jamie awoke, she could not see, so she slowly sat up. She could hear voices all around her and sense movement, yet these voices seemed to be in another world. A sheet slide from her face as she sat up from the stretcher which two men were pulling. Something drew her attention away from the stretcher to a station wagon passing slowly, nearby. A force, sort of an emotional magnet, drew her to look at a young man, about 15, peering through the passenger-side window of the wagon. She could see into his eyes, and her will seemed to easily bore into his mind. She saw that he was transfixed, staring at her as she made eye contact with him. But the contact began to fade as the wagon drew further away from the accident scene. Jamie turned her attention to a stretcher being loaded into the back of an ambulance. She realized it was Paul, "Yes, now I remember, the accident!" Jamie laid back, knowing that these rescue workers would take care of everything. She noticed that her stretcher was being taking to a black ambulance. As the writing on the side of the ambulance focused in her eyes, she screamed a blood curdling scream. It was a coroner vehicle. She was DEAD! The scream had gone unnoticed by the attendants lifting her stretcher into the back of the vehicle. Scene IX - Home Sweet Home It was dark inside. Rob's mom threw a switch in the foyer and a light illuminated the entryway. The interior of the mansion looked old. Moving crates were already inside, the movers having transferred their furniture the day before. And now they sat around in their crates, casting erie shadows against the walls. His mom spoke, "Kim, your room is upstairs next to Susan's. Rob, yours is opposite Kim's. Susan and I already unpacked your bedrooms and made your beds. So let's try get some sleep. Tomorrow we have a big day ahead, finishing unpacking." He followed his mom and sisters up a staircase which wrapped around the foyer. He opened the door to his room which still had a few unopened boxes inside. The familiar sight of his comfortable bed made him sleepy. He put on his pajamas, drew down the covers and fell asleep. Suddenly, a horrible, piercing scream shocked Rob out of bed. Thinking the scream came from his sisters, he ran to there rooms, and hurriedly knocked on their doors - they were just getting undressed. "Susan, Kim, are you O.K.?" "Get out of here, Rob!" they replied. His mom came into the hall from the master bedroom, hearing the commotion, "Rob, leave your sisters alone, what's wrong with you?" "But mom, I heard them scream!" "We did not!" they retorted. His mom said, "Get back to bed Rob, you had a bad dream." Rob was confused, it sounded so real. He went back to his bed and fell asleep again. Scene X - The Discovery Jamie realized that she had died in the accident. Yet her disembodied persona lived on. She had stepped off the stretcher unnoticed, as the coroner's vehicle sped away into the darkness. There she was, standing their alone in the dark, not knowing where to go or what to do. Strangely, she began to feel a strong compulsion or force, pulling her to the old mansion by the lake. It was as if the ancient life force that had accumulated there over the decades was acting as a vacuum cleaner, gather any of the wondering souls that got too close to its attraction. Jamie found the strongest attraction in the attic space above one of the bedrooms. As she due near, she detected a familiar presence. The young man that she saw in the wagon earlier. She had sensed something different about him. She remembered at the accident scene that the ambulance workers did not sense her presence and everyone seemed to look right past her even if they were staring in her direction. But the young man, he had stared right at her. He could see her! And she could sense some thought of his mind, which seemed to be a torrent of confusion in contrast to the calmness of the other family members. Through this torrent, she was able to reach out to him! Scene XI - Communication Rob slept uneasily, the events of the night were disturbing him on top of the emotional ordeal he was going through with his father gone. His mind faded out of its dream state and into awareness as he sensed that he was not alone in his bedroom. He felt a chill come over him. Then he saw what looked like a gas or image first emerging from a corner of his room, then floating beside his bed. The image materialized into the form of a naked young woman, the woman he remembered on the stretcher! Hairs rose on the back of his neck. Before he could cry out, she reached out and put her cupped hand over his mouth, muffling his cry. Cold sweat broke out on Rob's forehead as his eyes looked onto hers, not knowing what to do next. "Shhhh!" she softly spoke, "My name is Jamie, I won't harm you. Please don't scream, O.K.?" Rob nodded his head and Jamie removed her hand. Rob managed to speak in a broken voice, "W-What do you want?...What are you? I-I saw you on the stretcher..." "I am Jamie," she repeated, "I guess I was killed in that car accident that you saw. This is important. You're the only one that I can talk to. I don't know how or why. I seem to be trapped inside this mansion by some force. I don't think that I can ever leave here on my own." Rob, with some of his initial shock receding, began to calm down. "You're a ghost? But I can see you, feel you, and hear you? This must be a nightmare." He let his head fall back on his pillow, but she shook him back up again. "What's you name, tell me about yourself - this is important to me!" Rob sighed, "My name is Rob. I have two older sisters across the hall, Susan and Kim, and my mom." "Don't you have a father," she asked? "No," he shrugged. As Rob reflected on the events when his father left, Jamie began to realized that this was a broken family. The combination of emotional events Rob was going through, his coming of age, his parent's separation, and his mom and sisters hostility towards him, somehow allowed her to talk to him. Then Jamie told her story, her wild life from high school to college, her chance meeting with Paul, then the crash. At the end of her tale, she looked down and saw that Rob was asleep. She stared at him for awhile, and became somewhat attracted to him. She returned back to attic. Scene XII - Dreams or Nightmares The next morning, Rob awoke wondering if he had dreamed that ghostly dream. He thought about the ghostly image and dismissed it as a dream thinking, "Well, if I had to dream, at least she was pretty and naked." The family spend the next few days unpacking and getting settled in. Rob had not seen Jamie during those days, and concluded that he it was indeed a dream. He did much of the moving alone, his mom and sisters seemingly forming a click to which he wasn't a part of. He felt alone and went up to his room, depressed. Scene XIIV - Unfulfilled Desires When he closed his door, he felt suddenly chilled. A form materialized next to him. "I feel your loneliness, Rob." Rob startled again, "It's you again!... Yeah," he sighed, "things are not going too well..." He stared at her naked form, and she became self-conscious. She crossed her arms over her bosom. Like him, she felt lonely to, she wanted to be human again and to be held close, to be held by him. She starred at him saw through his eyes that he wanted her. She held her arms out, wanting to be held, but his eyes suddenly widened, his expression of disgust and distaste. "You're a ghost," his eyes communicated. Jamie felt hurt and frustrated. If she could only appear more human, she was sure she could reach Rob. She watched as Rob walked away towards a balcony adjoining to his bedroom. She began to return to the attic, but as Rob walked out on the balcony, she thought to talk to Rob again. But as Jamie went outside, she unknowingly became invisible to Rob. She tried to touch his shoulder to attract his attention, but her hand past right through him. She became aware that she de-materialized when outside. Further, Jamie was startled by a realization. She was outside! During the first days she spent wandering around the house, Jamie found, much to her dismay, that the house had a power over her. She could not wander beyond the walls of the house. It was as if some force held her in place. Yet here she was now, outside! She tried to float further outside, but a magnetic force seemed to stop her. As Rob walked to the corner rail of the balcony, she felt herself being gently tugged along. Then, she realized that somehow, She and Rob were linked together. She could leave the house only if Rob left the house. When Rob left the house alone, she was confined to the inside of the house. Scene XIV - Ghostly Yearnings Later that night, Rob's mom and sisters had left to visit some friends in his old neighborhood. He wanted to go too, but got a strong negative impression when he asked. So here he was, home alone. Jamie saw this as her chance, she materialized in Susan's bedroom, putting on her clothes. She wanted to appear human and seductive for Rob. She added some make-up and walked over to Rob, who was in the living room, watching TV. Rob felt cold suddenly. He looked up and saw Jamie wearing a tight, black, mini-dress which outlined her seductive figure. Her long slender legs were encased in sheer, black stockings, ending in delicate, black, high heel slippers. He began to feel aroused watching her move towards him. He stammered, "How did you..?" "I borrowed a few things from your sister. She won't mind," Jamie said, eyeing him playfully. Jamie looked into his eyes and again, a look of distaste seem to grow. He pulled away and Jamie became frustrated and angry, "What's the matter. You don't like girls?" she shouted. "No, I do like girls. It's just that, ah, just that you're a ghost." She retorted, "Well you're a weak-minded sissy. I hate you. I hate being here and I can't leave." "Please, Rob," she pleaded. But Rob laid down on the couch watching TV, ignoring her. Scene XV - Sinister Plotting Jamie felt angry and frustrated. She watched as Rob slowly fell asleep on the couch, bundled in a blanket. Jamie, feeling her efforts to look pretty were wasted, started taking off her borrowed clothes. She again looked a Rob, soundly asleep on the couch. "What a wimp," she thought. She looked at her clothes now lying in a bundle at her feet, then a mischievous thought crossed her mind. Rob's mom and sisters torment him. Why can't I? And have some fun at it, too. Scene XVI - Spirit's Revenge Rob began to awake, hearing a door open. He heard his mom's voice and some noise from the kitchen, "We're back Rob." As Rob started to get up from the couch, he felt different, or rather the clothes on his body felt different. He lifted his blanket to peer underneath and was shocked! He was wearing his sister's black mini-dress, the one that Jamie had on. He felt the constriction of a bra on his chest and panties hugging his waist. The sheer black nylons that Jamie had worn were now clinging to his legs, ending in the black high heel slippers that she had worn! His mind raced as he panicked. He absolutely positively did not want his mom and sisters to see him in their clothes. They would humiliate him forever. And they were just in the next room, the kitchen! He hugged the blanket to himself as his mother walked in. "Hi, Rob." I bought some groceries for you to unpack. "Hi, mom," Rob nervously replied. His mom walked past him, up the stairs into her bedroom. His sisters also walked by, ignoring him. Susan walked into the bathroom downstairs, while Kim went to the bathroom upstairs. Rob's heart raced. His head felt hot and sweaty as he cautiously got up, not altogether sure whether to stay under the cover of the blanket, or to race upstairs to his bedroom. He made up his mind to race for the bedroom, hoping - no, willing none of the bathroom doors would open-up giving them a glimpse of him dressed up like a girl. He got up and slowly started to make his away across the hard wood floor. His sister's high heels began to make a telltale "click, click, click" noise. He stopped and took the heels off. He walked in his sister's stockings, holding her high heels in his hand, past the downstairs bathroom door to the staircase. He ran up the staircase, nearly slipping in his stocking feet. His mom's door was partly closed, just a crack open. The bathroom door was closed, but Rob could hear his sister moving about inside. Any moment now and she could open the door, catching him in his sister's clothes. Rob panicked when he saw a flash of movement from the crack in his mom's door. His heart pounded as he heard the bathroom door open downstairs and the footsteps of his sister, coming up the stairwell. In a matter of seconds, she would see him in her dress. He jumped past his mom's door into his room, shutting his door quickly behind him. His mom glimpsed a black shape flash by her door. "Rob, I said that wanted you to unpack to groceries before you go to sleep." Rob quickly tried to reach around the back for a zipper. It was awkward, he could not seem to reach back far enough. He started to sweat and breath heavily. He grabbed the hem of the mini-dress with his hands and frantically started to pull it up to his arms. It stopped and did not seem to want to go any farther. He could hardly breath as the dress was pulled tightly over his face and it felt like his arms were trapped. He did not want to force the dress over his head and tear it. He needed to hurry. At any moment, someone could burst into his room - his door did not have a lock - and they would find him in this ridiculous position, his body in a bra, panties and stockings with a black dress pulled up to his shoulders, covering his face like a blindfold and pinning his arms. He felt a cold draft through the lingerie he was wearing. A voice half giggled, "Poor baby. Does my little girl need some help undressing?" Rob recognized the voice, it was Jamie, the person responsible for his current predicament. "Jamie, please, help me get out of this, darn you!" Just when Rob thought that Jamie would open his bedroom door and push him out into the hallway, he felt the dress being pulled over his head. Rob immediately pulled the bra straps off of his shoulders and quickly pulled the bra down to his legs without unclasping it. He hurriedly pulled the panties and stockings down to his feet and stepped out of the small pile of clothes. He shoved the bundle beneath his bed and out of sight just as his mother opened the door, "Rob, I asked you to do your chores in the kitchen before you go to bed." Rob stood next to his bed with an embarrassed and guilty looking expression on his face. "Please, mom. Can't I have any privacy? I was just changing." Rob's mom glared at him, which told him that he had better get to work. She left, closing the door behind her. Rob looked around his room for Jamie, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Jamie," he called in a hushed voice,"where are you. Why did you do this? Don't you ever do this to me again!" He was answered with silence. Scene XVII - The Sweet Taste of Vengeance Back in the attic, Jamie felt satisfied. She had humiliated Rob after Rob had scorned her advances. She felt in charge and with a purpose...she now had something to occupy her time. Someone to torment in exchange for her being trapped here. She found Rob's "hot" button - humiliation. She wondered what she would do next. Scene XVII - Ghostbuster Rob woke up early in the morning. Slowly, he lifted his covers to look at his body. To his relief, he was not wearing a woman's negligee, only his pajamas. He quickly got dressed and hid his sister's clothes in the corner of his closet. Rob decided he would go to the county library that morning, and he set off, while his mom and sisters were still sleeping. Rob was in front of the library. Like the mansion that he lived in, the library too looked old. He walked up to an old lady seated behind an antique desk. She looked up at him, smiling "Yes, may I help you young man?" Rob spoke, "Can you help me find some books? I'm interested in reading about ghosts." The old lady got up and walked over to a card file. After search for a few minutes, she walked down the hall into an old section of the library. Her hand motioned to a large bookshelf against the wall, "You can begin here. Call me if you need me." Before Rob was a large selection of dusty, rather old books. Many had torn covers or spines, covered with symbols he could not decipher. As he browsed down a row, he chanced upon a book entitled, "Poltergeists, Ghosts, and Hauntings - Guide to the Spirit World." He took the book off of the shelf, found a chair and desk, sat down and started to read. The book told of real life ghost tales, how hauntings focused around old places where extreme emotional trauma occurred and poltergeist activities centered around people. Oftentimes, poltergeist activities begin at haunted sites. The afflicted people usually had a history of psychological problems or were emotionally disturbed. Well, Rob thought, I certainly seem to fit the profile. He read on. Poltergeists were mischievous ghosts which would physically manifest themselves by moving objects, making noises, sometimes even attacking their human hosts. Sometimes, poltergeist activity would just stop on it's own accord, but in other cases, the poltergeist would actually follow an individual around to different locations, constantly plaguing its victim for years on end. In some rare cases, poltergeists can possess a victim's body. The book concluded all and all, modern day exorcism of ghosts, the solution to a haunting, poltergeist activity, or possession rarely occurred. Evidence of such magnitude would be required and most spirits were crafty enough to avoid detection. Rob had read enough. He began to loose all hope. As he returned the book that he was reading back to the shelf, another smaller book next to it fell onto the floor, raising some dust. Rob bent down to look at the book. Its title was, "Poltergeistich Exorsichneight". It was so old, it almost fell apart in his hands. He opened the book and saw parts of the book he could read, and other parts written in a language foreign to him. The pages were yellow and brittle. As he read the book, he began to realize that the book was about performing exorcism rites to drive away poltergeists. Since Rob did not have a library card, he took the book to a photocopy machine and copied every page. He replaced the book and went home, with a new hope. Scene XIIX - Plot to Freedom Jamie was thinking in the attic about how to escape from the mansion. On her own, she seemed to be free to wander anywhere throughout the house, except outside. If she could get outside with Rob, she could escape from the house, but she had to go wherever Rob went. Further, she could not "influence" Rob to go where she wanted because she de-materialized, leaving her unable to physically touch or talk to Rob. Her thoughts were interrupted by Jamie's mom and sisters driving away. "So, I'm going to have Rob all to myself again," she said in anticipation. She began thinking again, then a crafty grin formed on her face. She spoke to herself, "If I escape with Rob when he leaves the house, I cannot control him...from the outside, but what if I entered his body?" Scene XIIX - Possessed and Transformed Rob returned home at about mid-afternoon and no one was home. A note on the refrigerator said that everyone had left and would return that evening. The mansion seemed peacefully quiet. Rob went up to his room and laid his notes down in his desk. A loud crash behind him startled him. Jamie had knocked over his lamp. "Jamie! Stop it and just leave me alone! I'm warning you," he challenged. Jamie mocked him, "Well, big man. What are you going to do to me?" Rob jumped out at Jamie, but Jamie quickly vanished. Rob bumped his head into the wall. He sat down dazed as Jamie saw her chance. She materialized behind Rob and sat behind him, kind of imitating his posture. Then she slowly scooted up beside his body, and then into it. Rob felt sort of funny. Maybe, he thought, it was the bump on his head. He got up and walked into the bathroom that he shared with his sisters. He looked at his face in the mirror, then he reached up with his arm to touch the bump on his head. Oddly, his arm did not seem to move. Startled, Rob tried to move his other hand, but it did not obey! What's wrong with me, he thought. Jamie's laugh echoed in his head, "Ha, ha, ha! I have complete control of your body now, Rob." As if to demonstrate her power, she moved his arms to touch his face. It felt to Rob like he was disembodied, yet he could see, hear, smell and feel everything. "I planned to escape this mansion and have some fun. I need your body to escape. Sorry, Rob." Rob could not believe what he was hearing inside of his mind. He really began to panic as he realized that he could not even blink, unless Jamie willed it so. Rob felt his arms begin to move, his hands, seemingly with a mind all their own, began to unbutton his shirt. "W-wait a minute! What are you doing?" Rob said nervously. Jamie replied, "You don't expect me to have a girl's night on the town dressed like this, do you? Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!" "Oh, no! Please don't do this to me. I'll be nice to you from now on. Just please don't do this," Rob pleaded. But his disembodied hands continued unbuttoning his shirt. He felt his shirt tails being tugged out of his pants. An arm opened his shirt, his other arm, slid through the sleeve and the shirt fell to the ground. Next, he felt his body bend down and his hands began to untie his shoes. A hand gripped his shoe as he felt his foot lift out of it. His other foot followed. Next, his socks were peeled away from his bare feet. His body stood up again. He saw in the bathroom mirror as his hands moved to the belt of his pants, undoing the buckle. Jamie made his body dance and sway in a feminine manner as she made his hand pull the belt away from his pants. At the same time, she laughed, singing a striptease song in his mind. It was humiliating for Rob to see his body, dancing around in the bathroom and not being able to do anything about it. His hands undid the last button of the pants. He felt his fingers gripping the zipper. His body spun around as he felt the zipper being coaxed down. He felt the coolness of the bathroom as Rob's pants spilled down to his feet. One of his feet stepped out, while the other foot kicked, bouncing the pants up against the bathroom mirror and back down on the floor. Next, his hands gripped at the elastic band on his boxer shorts. Jamie made his hips sway to her striptease song as he was doing this. Slowly, she slid the boxers down, past his manhood and to the floor: Rob was completely naked now and helpless. He was unsure of what was going to happen next. His hand slid open the door to the shower and turned on the hot and cold water. His hand tested the water and adjusted the knob to a temperature that he could bare. His legs moved him inside. Having to share this bathroom with his sisters, the shower contained some of his sisters things: depilatories, razors, scented shampoos. His hand took a can of depilatory. Keeping out of the stream of water, his hand sprayed the depilatory in a line from his hip to his foot on each leg, his other hand spreading it out, massaging it into the hairs on his legs. The foam felt slightly oily on his skin. His hands continued, spreading foam on his chest and arms. His mouth starting humming, the way a girl would when enjoying herself in the shower. After a few minutes, the foam began to sting a little. Soon, his skin began to sting and itch everywhere. His body then moved into the shower, washing the foam off. Rob was skeptical that the depilatory would work on him in that short time, but he winced as he saw his skin emerge from the foam, hairless. He saw out of the corner of his eyes, small clumps of foam, mixed with clumps of his hair, slide down the shower drain. His hand turn off the shower knobs and reached for a bath towel. As the towel slowly dried his body, his noticed his skin felt smooth. The towel did not tug at his skin the way it used to when he had hair. His hairless body seemed sensitive to the cold air and tingled. He cringed when he saw his bare legs, reminding him of his sister Kim's legs which he saw whenever she wore shorts. When his body was dried, he saw his hand reach towards the vanity where a tray of Kim's things were. His fingers grabbed a file and a bottle of pink nail polish. His fingers began to file and smooth the nails on his toes expertly. His fingers placed tissue in between each of his toes as Rob knew what would come next. Jamie forced his fingers to shake the bottle of nail polish, and open it. He smelled the fumes as his fingers began carefully brushing the polish on each toenail. Each "dab" felt wet on his toenails. Next, his fingers opened an acrylic nail package. Rob thought, "Oh, no! She's not going to miss a detail." Rob's fingers opened a tube of adhesive and applied it to each nail. One by one, a nail extension was glued firmly in place on each his fingers. Again, Jamie guided the file expertly as Rob's fingers filed down the edges of the extensions to match his nails. Rob thought that his now long fingernails would hamper Jamie's manipulations of his hands, but Jamie, used to long fingernails in her life, easily adapted. He saw his fingers again grasping for the pink nail polish, applying liberal coats to his long fingernails. When she was finished, she made him hold his hands out away from his body, each finger spread apart, to examine her work. Rob shrugged, his hands looked like lady's hands. The long fingernails felt alien to him, like a parasite, clinging to his fingers. After 15 minutes, Rob's fingers began plucking away the tissue between each of his toes. Jamie, determined to continue the transformation, moved his body into the hallway up to Kim's closed door. His hand reach for the knob, and the door opened to reveal a feminine room decorated to the tastes of a young, college-age lady. His body hesitated and Rob felt his eyes begin to scan the room. On his left he saw a dresser alongside a table and chair. The table had a large mirror on it, with makeup and jewelry scattered about. Directly in front was her unmade bed, a floral patterned comforter lying crumpled across, two white pillows trimmed with lace. To his right was the sliding doors of Kim's closet, one door halfway slid across the other, revealing dresses of various sizes, shapes and colors, and lots of high heels scattered across the floor inside. Rob shivered inside his mind, anxiously thinking, "Please don't do this to me!" and wondering how he could stop this before she went too far. Rob's body walked over to the dresser and began to open the drawers, one at a time. He saw the drawer on the upper left open to reveal and assortment of negligee's. His hand closed the drawer. The middle left opened to reveal bras, panties and nylons. His hand picked up a pink, cotton-candy colored, french cut panty trimmed with french lace. His hand opened the panty up for his legs to slide through. He saw his feet step into the panty one by one, with his painted toenails shimmering in the room-light. He felt his hand raise the panty up his legs. The panty slid smoothly up his hairless legs, enveloping his male member and derriere. The waistband clinching high above his hips. The silk panty that he was wearing felt smooth and frail compared to his the cotton briefs he was used to wearing. His hand picked up a matching pink bra, also trimmed with french lace. Rob noticed that the bra had a small pink flower with a green stem and leaves, centered between the cups. His arms slid through the straps. His hands felt around his back where he felt his fingers grips each clasp on the bra. He felt the bra tighten around his chest as the clasps were hooked together. His fingers then followed the edge of the bra, straightening and adjusting the straps. He felt his long, polished fingernails brushing against his skin, but not digging in. Rob noticed his body in mirror behind the dresser. He thought he looked ridiculous, like a young man dressed in women's lingerie. He noticed that the empty bra cups on his chest hung loosely, as well as the panty, both of which were designed to fit the female anatomy. He predicted that Jamie would look around for some padding next, but his body just stood still in front of the mirror. Strangely, the nipples on his chest, hips and derriere began to tingle all at once. He became alarmed as they came alive and started to move. Jamie, not satisfied with Rob's male-looking figure, began using her ghostly powers inside of Rob. She found that if she concentrated, she could push her basic bodyshape outward against Rob's skin. She felt Rob's skin expand in the directions that she wanted for the desired effect. She also felt the tissues in Rob's body begin to compensate by absorbing water and fat cells in the voids left by the expanding skin. Rob just stared in horror as he felt his chest begin to swell until two perfectly shaped breasts slowly emerged, pouting at him in the mirror. He felt the soft lining of each bra cup begin to engorge his new breasts, adding shape and support. Likewise, his hips began to grow and he felt the panty that he was wearing begin to get tighter around his derriere. Rob saw his contrasting reflection in the mirror, his abrupt male face with close cropped hair, then his body having a soft feminine, hour-glass shape, standing still in front of a mirror in a bra and panties. His hands again reached into Kim's open dresser drawer and retrieved a plastic package containing a brand new pair of pantyhose. His long fingernails deftly opened the package and pulled the pantyhose out. Rob examined it as Jamie made his hands hold it out. The pantyhose were a beige, semi-transparent color. The panty part of the pantyhose was darker, trimmed with a delicate lace at the top. The crotch of the pantyhose was lined with a white cotton material. Each leg hung limply and wrinkled. It seemed obvious to Rob at this point that the pantyhose was way too small to for him to fit into, but he felt his fingers carefully gather a leg portion up, reaching the toe. He felt the knee on his left leg bending, raising his foot. His foot and toes arched down towards the ground. His hands moved the gathered potion of the pantyhose to his toe, and his fingers slowly worked the pantyhose up his hairless calve to his knee. Rob could still see his painted toe nails through the hose. The process was repeated for his right leg, his fingers carefully working the pantyhose up to his knee. Then his hands and fingers methodically pulled and adjusted the pantyhose over his thighs until finally, the panty portion was pulled up over his now round hips to his waist. The pantyhose gave Rob the strangest feelings. They clung completely to his toes, feet, calves, knees, and thighs. He could feel it's silky tightness, hugging against his skin, but he could also feel the coolness of the air on his legs, as if he wasn't wearing anything. Jamie moved Rob's hand up and down each leg, making final adjustments. Rob felt his hands gliding smoothly over him, feeling the warmth of his legs through the coolness of the nylons. The spandex panty portion of the pantyhose pressed firmly against his body, with the lace tinkling his body. Rob looked as his hand closed the middle left drawer and reopened the upper left drawer to retrieve a full pink slip, trimmed with french lace. Rob saw as his hands gathering the slip up from the bottom. His right arm guided itself through one strap, his left arm went through the other, then the slip was raised over his head and released. His vision was temporarily blocked as the slip fell over his face to his chest, then slowly sliding down his body, around his hips and over his smooth derriere, the lace trimmed hem stopping to his mid-thigh level. The slip felt flimsy to Rob. It gently cupped his bra and felt slippery against his pantyhose. The lace tickled his thighs and the exposed cleavage of his breasts. He saw his hand close the dresser drawer and his body walked to the closet door. Rob felt Jamie adding a swing to his hips and felt the slip he was wearing brush against his legs. He felt the slipperiness of silk on silk as the slip rubbed against his derriere, hips and breasts. He could feel the plush carpet tickle his stocking feet. His hand pushed open the closet door to reveal a myriad of dresses, skirts and suits. His eyes carefully scanned each dress, his hands feeling the smoothness of each delicate fabric until his hand pick up a hanger holding a floral, knee-length, silk sundress. While holding the hanger with one hand, the other worked the zipper down and removed the dress from the hanger. His hands held the back of the dress open as his left leg stepped into the skirt portion, followed by his right. Rob felt the dress being lifted up around him, then each of his hands feeling for a sleeve of the dress till his arms were through. His hands moved in back, locating the zipper. As the zipper moved up his back, he felt the dress enclosing around him. Through his long fingernails, he could feel a clasp at the top of the zipper being closed, as if sealing him this dress for eternity. His body walked in front of a full length mirror mounted on the closet door. Jamie spun him around on his legs just like a model, forcing Rob to look at his new clothes. The sundress was decorated with violet, lavender, and purple flowers with touches of pink and yellow flowers mixed in. The dress had short, loose sleeves gathered at his elbows. It was cut, exposing his shoulders and showing more than a hint of his cleavage. The bodice of the dress was tailored tight, hugging his breasts and tapering inward to his waist, then expanding outward again at his hips, accentuating his female form. The skirt part flowed away, ending at just above the knee. His body again moved to the closet, where his hands selected a pair of lavender-colored, kid-skinned high heel pumps. Rob noticed the inside of the pumps were lined with what looked like silver foil. He could see a faint impression of his sisters toes worn into the foil. His left knee bent, raising his foot and he felt his toes brush over the edge of the pump, sliding inside, his toes and feet bending and arching to the shape of the pump until the heel of his stocking foot slid into the heel of the pump. His right foot slid into the other pump. He felt his toes being slightly compressed as they slid further into the toe part of the pumps under the weight of his body. His felt like his feet were at an odd angle, barely balanced on the delicate heel portion of the pumps as he stood up and minced to the full-length mirror. Jamie again modeled Rob's body for him as Rob saw his feet encased in nylon and trapped in those delicate high heel pumps. The pumps gave the calves of his legs a graceful, feminine shape enhanced by the translucent outline the pantyhose gave his legs. Now Jamie moved Rob's body to the make-up table. His hand pulled the chair out, and Rob's body sat, his hand simultaneously guiding the loose folds of his dress underneath him. He saw his left leg lift up, sliding over his right leg, just the way a woman naturally crosses her legs. His felt his derriere slip slightly in his dress. His eyes then turned to the mirror and Rob felt Jamie examining his face through his own eyes. His hand reached up and his fingers, long-pink nails and all, lightly caressed his chin and cheek. Although he was fifteen, Rob had almost no facial hair at all, just a slight peach fuzz. Jamie moved Rob's eyes to the make- up on the table and spying a light shade of liquid facial covering, began dabbing it on parts of Rob's face. His hand retrieved a make-up sponge and began blending the covering into his skin all over his face. His face felt kind of wet. Next, his hand picked up a medium-sized brush and opened a compact containing rouge. His hand dabbed the brush into the rouge and began to lightly powder his cheek-bones with the brush motioning downward from the ends of his ears. His hands began moving expertly to other items on the table as his masculine features methodically vanished. His right hand picked up a weird-looking pincer-like devise made of metal wires. It opened and closed like scissors, clamping down on his eyelashes, making them curl upward - an eyelash curler! Next, his finger grasped tweezers and began to pluck his eyebrows. He felt sharp, needle-like pains and tears well up in his eyes. He imagined that it hurt Jamie as much as it hurt him. Rob saw in the mirror that his eyebrows were shaped into graceful arches over his eyes and wondered how he would ever hide his girlish-looking eyebrows from his friends. Next, his hand took a liquid eyeliner pencil and began to line the lids of his eyes. The pencil felt wet as it began drawing graceful, prominent lines on his upper lids and smaller lines on his lower lids. Next, eyeshadow was brushed on his eyelids, a light shade blending into a darker shade on his lower lid with a very light shade on his upper lid below his eyebrow. His hand pulled a mascara brush free of its tube and began to dab mascara on his lashes, twisting the brush with each stroke, his lashes becoming longer and fuller with each stroke. Rob's felt his eyelashes become wet and heavy, then stiff as the mascara dried. His hand found a lip liner pen. Jamie made Rob's mouth open, stretching his lips taunt over his teeth as Rob felt his lips being outlined with the pen and slightly accentuating them. His hand picked up a lipstick tube, his fingers removing the cap and twisting the base so the lipstick slowly popped up inches away from his lips. Rob felt his mouth being forces opened again and felt a slick, oily sensation as the lipstick thoroughly coated his lips. The perfume scent of the lipstick reached his nose. His eyes slowly examined his face in the mirror. Rob now knew what it was like to be completely made up. The style Jamie had used was the "natural look" where the make-up accentuated his feminine features. Jamie made Rob's bat his long, full eyelashes at himself. His hand pulled a tissue out, folded it in half and he pressed his painted lips to it, drawing off excess lipstick. His hand then took a big makeup brush, dabbing it in translucent dusting power and brushed it all over his face, causing the make-up to set. Rob's hand then took a perfume atomizer and, much to his humiliation, generously sprayed it on his neck, in his cleavage, behind his knee, and on his ankle. Jamie did not feel that Rob was quite complete. Spying a needle on the table, she used Rob's hand to pick it up, dip it in alcohol, then thrust it into each lobe of Rob's ears. Examining the jewelry, Rob's hand picked up white pearl earrings and fastened them to each lobe. Rob looked at himself in the mirror, horrified at his image. He thought he looked ridiculous. Here he was, all decked out, wearing his sister's make-up and clothes, looking the image of her younger sister, except for his close-cropped haircut. He felt his legs uncross and he got up. His body was guided to his mom's door. While he was walking, he was conscious of the weight of his breasts shifting, bouncing up and down against the bra that restraint them. His hips moved back and forth, brushing the slip and dress against his nylon-clad legs. The feel of the silk panties pressing up against his male member. Rob felt the coolness of the air through the pantyhose he was wearing. His calves and feet were fighting to maintain balance in his high heel pumps as he walked. The odd feeling in his fingertips from his long nails and the sweet flowery fragrance of the makeup and perfume he was now wearing threatened to overpower his senses. As he opened the door, he saw a scene similar to his sister's room, a very feminine-style decor. On a table two his right were some wigs that his mom wore. His body walked over, his hands selecting a wig with shoulder length, wavy hair. His fingers inverted the wig, opening the wig cap lining then sliding the wig over his head. He felt the elasticized cap lining fit snugly to his head. His hand reached for a brush, and teased the hair into place. He strode over to a full length mirror and saw that he now casted the reflection of a beautiful young lady. Rob was shocked, he could only recognized his own eyes, the rest of him looked like a girl. Rob immediately wanted to rip the clothes off, to wipe the make-up off and get back into his own pants, but Jamie had other intentions for his body! The clothes, make-up and wig clung tightly to his body, a constant reminder that he was completely decked out as a girl, silently mocking him and he was powerless to remove them. Jamie began to make Rob pose in the full length mirror, much to his humiliation. She pursed his painted lips erotically, arched his back making his breasts more prominent and making his derriere stick out. The sunlight shining through his mom's window outlined his legs through his dress. Rob felt his right arm being lifted over his head, his hand going behind his hair in a classic model's pose. He felt his hand tease his shoulder length hair up in the air. Both of his arms were forced to stretch upward and he pivoted around on his lavender high heel pumps as a girlish giggle emerged from his painted lips. Scene XIX - Debutante Suddenly, Rob heard a noise from downstairs. The garage door was being opened! Rob began to panic and tried to run away, but to no avail: Jamie was in control of his body. Rob's thoughts hung in immense shame as he imagined his mother and sisters "discovering" him dressed from head to toe in Kim's clothes. As if in concert with Rob's thoughts, his body began to go downstairs, some of his feminine garments clinging tightly to him and other parts swishing loosely around. His heart skipped a beat as the door from the garage suddenly loomed opened. His mom and sisters stepped through, with his mom saying, "Rob, were hooo..." She stopped mid-sentence as she saw what she barely recognized as her son wearing a dress and heels, dressed to the hilt. Her daughters were equally shocked. Rob was utterly humiliated as his eyes looked at the expression on his mom and sisters, both slack-jawed and staring at him. His body moved to his mother saying in a girl's voice, "Rob isn't in control anymore. I'm Jamie and I've taken over for him." Rob walked over to Kim adding, "Kim, I hope you don't mind if Rob borrows this dress and your underthings for a while. Rob is going to have a lady's night on the town, tonight." Jamie made Rob's hand quickly snatch the car keys that were still dangling in his shocked mother's hand. Rob's body stole past them into the garage, his heels clicking on the garage floor. Rob's hand opened the door to the wagon, he slipped into the driver's seat, started the car and backed out, watching his mother collapse to the ground, his sisters trying to revive her. Rob's mind frantically echoed Jamie's words, "A lady's night on the town...tell me it doesn't mean what I think it means," as the wagon sped off. Scene XX - Escape Jamie couldn't believe it, she finally escaped from that cursed mansion. She had to "borrow" a body to do it, namely Rob's body. It wasn't her original body, true, but the modification's she made to it, and future ones that she planned would make her feel complete. She could sense Rob's presence in the recesses of his mind that she commandeered, offering a weak, feeble resistance to her actions. Rob's hand rolled down the window of the wagon as it sped down the road, letting the wind blow inside, tugging at his shoulder length hair, giving goosebumps to his legs, and stirring the loose fabric of the sundress. He felt the warmth of the sunlight on his exposed shoulders and cleavage and through the nylons on his legs. A tavern was visible in the distance. Scene XX - Feminine Realization Rob's mom regained consciousness, "My goodness! What has happened to my son?" Susan sarcastically replied, "Maybe what we saw is the real Rob, coming out from the closet." Kim added," I don't believe this, not Rob. I know he likes girls, but he's very shy. I know he would want to become one..." Rob's mom interrupted, "His voice and his gestures were so feminine. It did not sound like him at all!" "I want to know how far gone he is," Susan said as she headed up to search his bedroom. Scene XXI - Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places The station wagon angled into the gravel parking lot, stopping before an old, fallen telephone pole. Rob's hand opened the door to the wagon. His legs twisted out of the seat and onto the gravel of the parking lot. He stood up out of the wagon, feeling his dress fall into place around his legs. Rob's mind was reeling, he was going to be seen in public dressed-up as a girl! He was like a prisoner, being forced to obey Jamie's every command. He stepped up the wood porch, opened the screen door and stepped into the dimly lit tavern. It was half empty, still be daylight, many of the regulars were still at work. Rob saw all of the clientele were males, many brawny-looking and as he walked inside, they all seemed to pause their conversations to stare at him. He felt self- conscious, like their glare would see right through him, that he was a male trapped in women's clothes, but Rob saw that most of the stares reflected almost an animal-lust. A few winked and grinned at him as he slowly passed by and he felt the swish of his dress as Jamie made him wag his hips seductively. "Oh, no!" thought Rob, "They must think that I'm a real girl, and I'm all decked out like a sheep being led to the wolf's den." Now Rob began to really worry. He reached at table in the center of the dimly lit tavern as quiet conversation resumed again. A man rose nearby and held the seat out for Rob. Jamie spoke through Rob's mouth, "Thank you, Sugar," and batted an eyelash at him. "Call me Jim. Can I buy you a drink?" Jim said as he sat down beside Rob, "Tom Collins, please," Rob spoke. "Let's make that two," Jim gestured to the bartender. "You must be new in these parts," Jim winked at him. Rob sickened as he felt a hand on his knee. "Why yes, Sugar, I am," Jamie made Rob beam coyishly. Rob thought, "No...she's making me come onto this man." Rob almost jumped as the Jim's hand began sliding up his thigh. It was a weird experience for Rob, not used to playing the female role in this flirting game. Rob began to think that this guy's hand is getting too close to my male appendage. What if his discovers... Scene XXII - Pieces of a Puzzle Susan opened to door to Rob's room, expecting to find a hidden cachet of women's clothes and perhaps a diary revealing his secret desires to be a girl. Some papers hastily scattered across his desk caught her eyes. Scene XXIIV - What Dresses Like a Girl, Acts Like a Girl, but is Not a Girl ...Evidently, Jamie began thinking the same thing as she tried to pull in Rob's appendage in the same manner that she used to force Rob's body to sprout breasts, girlish hips and a round derriere. Rob felt a small, warm, tingly sensation in his privates. The sensation grew as he felt his privates slowly being pulled inside him. Rob felt his legs being crossed to thwart any further exploration of Jim's hand until the process could be complete. Rob was bewildered, feeling the last ultimate vestige of his manhood, slowly being sucked up inside of him. But, strangely, the process stopped before it was complete. Completing the process appeared to be too exhausting for Jamie. Distracted by this aborted process, Rob felt Jim's lips press against his painted lips. Jamie was caught unawares to, making Rob's mouth gape open, allowing Jim's tongue to probe inside Rob's mouth. Simultaneously, Jim move his other hand to Rob's left breast, squeezing it and caressing it through his dress. Rob's conscious cringed in absolute disgust. He could taste the flavors of beer and tobacco that Jim had, mixed in with his lipstick as they lip-locked. Then Rob felt Jim's hand reach his privates and felt Jim's body stiffen with absolute revulsion. Jim's hands immediately withdrew. Rob saw Jim's right hand reach above him and he felt his wig being ripped off of his head. He felt a hand on his face slap him to the ground. Rob heard Jim shouting at him, "You're a F...en transvestite! Get out of here! I'll kill you..." Rob tried to brace for expected blows from Jim, but none came. His friends had restrained him. The bartender spoke to Rob, "We don't welcome your kind in this bar, now move!" Rob felt totally naked and sick to his stomach. He felt Jamie move his hands to frantically retrieve the wig, as if she had been the one who was exposed. He felt the wig cap being stretched over his head again and the hair being hastily rearranged as Jamie moved his body up off the floor of the tavern and outside to the wagon. Scene XXIV - A Piece Fits the Puzzle "What is this?" thought Susan as she read further, "Mom! Come in here..." Scene XXV - Down, But Not Defeated Rob felt tears streak down his eyes and saw the mascara coating his lashes begin to run as he drove home: Jamie was crying! Rob felt his voice speak as Jamie talked to herself, "I'm a woman inside, but I must be a complete woman once and for all. Sorry, Rob, but I'm going to have to get you a sex change operation. Then I'll finally be complete. I'll have to borrow some money from your dear mommy, Rob." Scene XXVI - The Homecoming The mansion looked deserted from the outside in the fading daylight. The lights were off and all was quiet, except for the chirping noises of a few crickets. Rob parked the wagon in front of the house and got out. He heard the "crunch, crunch" noise of his high heels on the gravel driveway change to the delicate "click, click" noise of his pumps on the front doorstep. His hand reached for the door latch and it was unlocked. The foyer was dark as his body moved inside. Suddenly, candles lit up from three directions illuminating the room. His body froze, Jamie was caught by surprise. The dim candlelight illuminated the outline of a pentagram chalked beneath Rob's high heeled feet. Rob heard his mom's voice and the voices of his sisters chanting a strange incantation. His body began to tremble uncontrollable. He heard his voice, first a female's voice, shouting, "No. NO! I'm not through with this body yet. I need to be free of this house!" The chanting continued, relentlessly. His voice cracked, growing deeper, "NO! NO! Stop! It's not fair! His body is mine, now! NO! NOOOooooo!" Rob felt the voice change to his voice. Rob's mom and sisters starred in amazement as they saw a glowing entity begin to emerge from Rob's body. The entity took the form of a young lady. The entity stared directly at Rob's mom, sending a piercing chill down her spine. The entity gave a bone- chilled scream, and shot through the ceiling of the mansion. Rob felt a lightness about him, like something was lifted from him, and he collapsed to the ground. Scene XXVII - All's Well Rob heard a voice in the distant, "Rob, you're going to be O.K. now." Rob recognized his mom's voice, and slowly opened his eyes. Rob thought, "Was it a dream, a bad dream." His vision focused and he saw his mom and sisters staring down at him. He was laying down on the couch, wrapped up in a warm blanket. His mom spoke, "Everything's fine now. Susan found your notes from that book on exorcising ghosts. I remembered that young girl killed in the auto-accident and put two and two together. Now she's gone." But Rob retorted, "No, mom! What if she comes back." Susan spoke, "Rob, according to your book, the exorcism that we performed drives the spirit out of the house, returning it back to the path it was supposed to follow." Rob felt relieved, that everything was going to be fine. Susan continued, "There is still one small problem, Rob, er, shall I say Robbie." Susan pulled the blanket off Rob and Rob saw to his horror that he still had cleavage. His hands felt his chest: he still had breasts! His hands ran down his sides: he still had wide hips! The changes were permanent! He was still in the sundress that Jamie had forced him to wear. Rob pulled his hands to his face, his long fingernails still painted a bright pink color. His body shook as he started to sob. His mom tried to comfort him, "There, there, Robbie. We still love you. We'll take care of you." Kim added, "I can share my clothes with you now. I'll show you how to do your own make-up and style your hair." Susan spoke, "Now, now. Being a woman isn't so bad..." THE END