Cindy, Bobbie and their mothers are doing some pre-school shopping for essentials. Bobby, especially, is very conscious about how nice she looks, and wants to get a swim suit for her final trip to the beach before school starts. Bobbie’s mother is pleasantly surprised, and at the same time a bit disturbed, about how strikingly beautiful her daughter has become. Evan Sheisskopf is lurking in the parking lot.

If you haven’t read the previous stories about Cindy and how she arrived where she is now, you should probably read them. Start with “An Incremental Journey”, “Cynthia and the Reluctant Girlfriend”, and “Cynthia and the Dumpster Diver”. “Cynthia and the Christmas Gift” takes place several years after this story. Read it for enjoyment, if you like. It is not a plot spoiler.

I have researched the Spell’s—R-Us Universe diligently and cannot find anything that violates it, other than that The Wizard is a bit kinder and gentler than sometimes reported. Don’t get me wrong. Given an opening and The Wizard could resort to some of his more ironic and nasty transformations. I’m sure that could happen at any time. In fact, this just might be the time.

Once again, Holly has taken time out of her busy and hectic schedule to correct my many and grievous errors. Thank you so much!

This work is copyrighted by the author and any publication or distribution without the written consent of the author is strictly prohibited. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the characters to persons living or dead is coincidental.

Marissa Lewis and Sally Schmedlap were enjoying themselves immensely as they helped their daughters look through the racks of lingerie at the Nordstrom’s Department Store. Bobbie had already picked out a couple of athletic bras and was now looking for some bras that would enhance her developing figure. She was now only an inch short of the five-ten she would reach in the next year. Her figure was slender, but very womanly. She was almost model-like in appearance; that would be a ‘healthy model’. There was nothing at all anorexic about her. She had well defined muscles that were covered with just the right amount of feminine fat to soften her appearance. Her vivid, dark red hair, blue green eyes, and sparkling smile had already caught the attention of many boys at her school and elsewhere. Her legs were long and very shapely, and she loved to show them off.

Her best friend, Cindy, was also an eyeful. Her golden mane of curls was like a beacon that called attention to the rest of the package. She was about an inch shorter than Bobbie and weighed perhaps ten pounds more. As her mother observed, Cindy was a ‘big girl’, but it was ‘big’ in a complimentary way. Her proportions were ideal, and as she matured over the next year or two, those proportions would border on the spectacular.

“Cindy, I think we need to keep the bra purchases to just the essentials. I have a feeling you are going to develop quite a bit more in the bust department. Remember that The Wizard said you would probably end up about a cup smaller than I am. That means you will probably be a ‘D’ before too long. There’s no use in investing a lot in lingerie that you won’t be able to wear in a few months.”

Cindy smiled inwardly. It might have been a carryover from her previous life, but the thought that she might be well endowed was very pleasing to her, and she felt her mother was right about what The Wizard had said. When her mother’s genetics were altered by the bimbo wig, Cindy’s had been also. Her mother was now a double D, or rather, was before her pregnancy and nursing. She would probably shrink back to the DD after Christine stopped nursing.

Cindy had overheard some adults venturing that her mother had implants; however, people who had known her since childhood maintained that she was all natural and had grown into the spectacular figure she now had. Reality had been altered, and there were only a handful of people who knew about her magical enhancements.

“I think you’re right, Mom; however, I would like to get one for that new dress I want for my birthday.” Cindy had pointed out a dress in a shop down the way that was perhaps a bit ‘old’ for her.

“Cindy, you’re only fourteen. You are a beautiful young woman, but don’t rush it. Besides, I think you will outgrow that dress very quickly. I mean that in a physical sense. Let’s wait until next year before investing in something like that.”

Their discussion was interrupted by Bobbie arriving with a two piece swim suit in hand, “What do you think of this? I think it’s cool. Mom’s not too sure.”

Cindy thought it looked perfect. Like most mothers of girls, neither mother was willing to have their precious girls growing up too soon or too fast. “Mommy, may I please try it on? I brought the right underwear.”

“Oh, you did? And, what might that be?”

“Mo-o-o-m, it’s a thong. You know I can’t try it on unless I have underwear on. I want to see what Cindy thinks about it, and it wouldn’t look right with regular panties.”

“Okay, try it on. We’ll wait here,” Sally acquiesced.

Bobbie sashayed to the dressing room, while humming a victorious little tune.

The sound of a cell phone ringing had Cindy reaching for hers. She was wondering who might be calling her, and then realized it wasn’t her phone. In fact, hers was missing.

“Mom, I left my phone in the car. I’m gonna go get it.”

“What do you need your phone for? We can get it when we get back to the car.”

“Mo-o-o-m, somebody might call me.”

“Okay, meet us here. I’m sure Bobbie has other things she wants to try on for your approval.”

Cindy took off for the parking lot.

She had felt a little nauseous when they had parked in the lot earlier, and she attributed it to slight motion sickness because she and Bobbie had been riding in the back seat. The nausea had gone away as soon as the group had walked a few feet from the car. Now, as Cindy approached the car, a feeling of malaise hit her.

Everything hit her at once. Suddenly, she realized that the nausea was the same feeling she had when she came across a pedophile stalker on the internet. It was just that it was so much stronger. She gave a little mental twist and the rear door unlocked. As she opened the door she realized that the source of the nausea was very close to her. In fact ….

She was grabbed from behind, and a rag soaked in some sort of evil smelling fluid was forced over her nose and mouth. Whatever it was got in her eyes and burned. She tried to struggle, but the world closed down to a narrow tube of light, and then it was gone.

A few minutes later, a striking redhead in a tiny bikini returned from the dressing room and pirouetted in front of her mother and her best friend’s mother. Several jaws dropped and they weren’t just the two parents’. “Oh my goodness,” Sally said to herself more than to anyone else. Her daughter was a beautiful young woman. She was a knockout, and she was barely a teenager. It was going to be an interesting few years.

“Where’s Cindy? I want her to see this suit.”

“She went back to the car to get her cell phone.”

“Darn, I wish she had waited. It’s in my purse. I picked it up off the car seat when we came in. I thought she saw me get it.”

“Why don’t you try some other things on, dear, while we’re waiting for her? She shouldn’t be too long.”

After about five minutes they began to wonder where Cindy was. At ten minutes, they began to worry. That was when Marissa’s phone rang. “It’s from Stan; I wonder what he wants?”

“Hi Dear, are you worried that we are spending too much money?”

“Marissa, Maddy is beside herself. She says that someone has grabbed Cindy. She can read Cindy, but Cindy’s not responding. We’re getting in the car. Maddy says she has good contact. Call the police. She says that Cindy’s in some sort of vehicle heading west on the turnpike.”

The two frantic parents and a frantic girlfriend headed for the store exit. The alarms went off as they passed through the door to the parking lot. The ensemble Bobbie was wearing still had the anti-shoplifting sensors attached. Store security caught up to them as they reached the car. The rear door was still open.

“Ma’am, you’ll have to come back to the store with us. The clothes that the young lady is wearing haven’t been paid for.”

“Are you store security?” Marissa asked.

“Yes Ma’am. You need to come with us.”

“Would you please call the police. My daughter’s been kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped! How do you know she’s been kidnapped?”

“She, er, uh, called us on her cell phone when we were in the store. She was getting the phone from the car when someone grabbed her. She said she was heading west, and that was the last we heard. Please call the police.”

That was when something a little out of the ordinary happened. Bobbie turned to the security officers and said, “Call the police. You don’t have to worry about the clothes. Take my mother’s credit card to the sales representative. We are paying for the clothes. We will do it later. There is nothing to worry about. Every thing is okay. You don’t have to worry about a thing.

“Mom, give him your credit card. We’ve got to find Cindy. We don’t need to be fooling around here.”

Sally Schmedlap handed her credit card to the security officer.

“Thank you, Ma’am. We’ll take care of it. Good luck finding your daughter.” The security officers turned and walked back to the store.

“My goodness, what just happened?”

“Don’t worry about it Mom, I’ll explain it later.

“Mrs. Lewis, we need to get on the road. Call Mr. Lewis and find out where he is.

“Mom, you drive the car so Mrs. Lewis can talk to Cindy’s dad. I need to talk to Maddy. Is the phone in that car hands free?”

“Yes.”

The next few seconds were spent establishing contact with Cindy’s father and Maddy.

“Stan, where are you?”

“I’m on the turnpike, going west. Maddy says Cindy is about a half mile ahead. The vehicle is not going very fast and we are gradually catching up. She says Cindy is unconscious but beginning to wake up. The kidnapper knocked her out with something.”

Bobbie was trying to figure out something to do. There was really only one person who could help them and she wasn’t sure she could contact him.

“Mrs. Lewis, tell Maddy to try to contact The Wizard. I think he said something about that she could contact him if she had to. We usually do it at the computer. Maybe we should have tried to do it in the first place. I’ll try to contact him, too.”

Stan Lewis was doing the best he could to catch up to the as yet unknown vehicle with his daughter in it. It was difficult to keep close to the speed limit and it wasn’t long before he was creeping up well over 75 miles per hour.

“Cindy’s in that gray van. She’s awake now and she says there is only the driver. He’s taped her up pretty good. There’s tape over her mouth. She says her head hurts and she’s afraid she’s going to throw up.”

“Maddy, Bobbie says you’ve got to try to contact The Wizard.”

“I know: I heard her. I’ve been trying, but I’m not sure it’s working.”

“He’s slowing down a bit. I think he’s taking the next exit.”

Maddy had been reclining on the back of the front seat, and she could get a good view ahead.

Stan looked in his rear view mirror and noted there were two state troopers following him. Their lights weren’t on, but Stan had no doubt what they were doing. They pulled around him and closed in on the van as it exited the turnpike. They turned on their lights and sirens. The driver of the van must have realized he was being followed as he crashed through the toll gate, sending parts flying in many directions.

There was no way that the van would be able to outrun or outmaneuver the police vehicles, and the driver pulled over in a wide spot in the road. The police blocked the car, and then with their weapons drawn, took shelter behind their vehicles. Stan stopped several hundred feet away. Only seconds later, Sally, Marissa and Bobbie pulled up next to him.

They could hear the bullhorn instructions telling the driver to surrender and come out with his hands up. He came out the back door of the van with a very frightened Cindy in his arms. He also had a very large, nasty looking knife at her throat.

“Try anything funny and the girl gets her throat cut,” he shouted. “Back off now. I want a plane to Cuba. If I get what I want, the girl lives. If I don’t, she’ll be just like the others.”

Maddy had seen all she needed to see. “Stan, let me out. He won’t pay any attention to me, and I can do something.”

“Are you sure, Maddy? You’re awful small, and he could really hurt you and Cindy with that knife.”

“I’m not going to get that close. I’m going to go through those bushes and hide behind those vines. If this works, you and the police will know it.”

Stan cracked his door wide enough for Maddy to get out of the car. She crouched low and headed for the trees and shrubs close to the side of the road. About a minute later, she took shelter in some vines close to the side of the van.

Meanwhile, the exchange of demands and counter demands continued between the police and Evan Sheisskopf. Suddenly everything changed. Sheisskopf suddenly screamed in agony and flung the knife away from him. Then he screamed again, grabbing at his crotch and rolling over in obvious pain. The strange thing was that there was smoke rising from his midsection.

“Oh God, make it stop, make it stop!”

Within seconds he was disabled, cuffed and placed in the back seat of one of the trooper’s cars.

Well, it looks as if Cindy is safe; however, there are some loose ends to take care of. And, where has The Wizard been?