"I'm telling you no son of mine is gonna go in front of our family in a dress no you better change right now" my dad said.

Warning:Most of this story takes place in Louisiana during 1963 . there is some language so be warned.
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It's dark outside the old Antebellum home situated on a hill overlooking the Lousiana Coast line.

The prank.

Josh sat up the camera hidden behind the fake planter pot and his grandma's urn on the shelf by the living room arch.
He had already tested the view and audio with his brother Kyle.

Act one:
It's fumny how one minute everything is normal and the next minute everything becomes a shit show.

Chapter three

"Clayyyy come out please" Abby was pleading from the other side of my bedroom door.

"Please, please kill me" I groaned feeling like a dog was knawing on my insides.

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Samantha lay in her bed, but she couldn't sleep feeling the Weight and stress of all the problems and events of the past few days.

It had been three weeks since that night, so far the confirmed number of those who have changed have stablized around seven hundred and forty thousand plus or minus a few.

Tales of the angel pandemic.
Chapter one.

 I was having a peaceful dream about a night I had when I was still in college.

I don't remember this girls name but I remember her, we were dancing and just about to kiss when the alarm went off.

I opened my groggy eyes and looked at the clock, it wasn't my alarm but my phone, looking at the clock and mentally groaning as it showed 3:16 am.

I answered my phone, "Doctor Peters, who is this"? 

"Pete, sorry but my phone died and i ha....

A dose of reality

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
That bastard! I thought as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"So would you like to explain what happened"? Detective Woods asked as he sat across from me.

He offered me a cigarette but even though I had been through hell for the past two years I wasn't a smoker before and I wasn't one now.

"Look you need to tell me something, anything that can be used to help you" he said looking at me almost pleading.

"Where should I start"? I asked.
"The beginning I guess" he said lighting his cigarette.

Most people who knew the old me would have told you I never would have amounted to anything other than a long time occupant of a federal hotel if you know what I mean.

But here I am on this stage fixing to receive my BIO chemical engineering degree, I would like to see the look on their faces, of coarse they would most likely never recognize me unless they knew what happened.

It’s late at night as a small figure moves across the grounds of a lavish estate, the house is a classical Victorian sat right smack dab in the middle of ten beautiful acres of well maintained gardens.

Bobby Green was a hell raisin head banging heavy rocker, he was 5’10 168 lbs dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

He wears baggie faded jeans with a t-shirt with one of his favorite bands and a leather jacket with metal studs .

“Oh yeah your tight you little bitch", That’s all I can hear over my screams as this low life enters me.

As this is happing I have to think of how I ended up here, tied to this bed God knows where getting violated by some guy who paid for me.

(Four days earlier)

As soon as I saw him I panicked, I reached under my long skirt and pulled out my hunting knife in a flash.

Should have said no,
Part one of three.

“Have a nice day at work dad”, a young boy yells out the front door of his home.

It’s a cold rainy December day, a woman in a long black parka and jeans slowly makes her way through the cemetery.