Synopsis:

Scott was on his way west to meet up with his friends to start a new life in L A. What he came across in the desert after his car broke down would change him forever. He wondered if his friends would recognise him once they finally met again. He didn’t think this was what his friend’s intended when they said, "start a new life."

Chapter Eight

The cabbie stood no chance, as he stopped for the frantically waving girl. She leaned in and begged for his assistance in helping her two friends, down the alley he had just passed.

"Please, can you help? My mother is worried our car is about to blow up. We need a man, as I'm afraid we are just three ditzy females with no knowledge of cars." She said, between slow deliberate licks of her ice cream cone.

He reversed the cab so he could see down the quiet alley, his cab effectively blocking the way. He looked down to see two sexy looking women bending over, as they looked under the upraised hood at the engine. Getting out to help, the girl who had flagged him down, started fawning over him, thanking him and running her hands over his body.

No man could resist being led towards two lovely helpless women, not with an amorous girl urging him on.

"Can you sit in the car while I turn on the air con?" asked Margaret, giving him an encouraging smile. "It's making a funny noise."

He never saw one of the others aim a bracelet at him, as he was too interested in the driver's cleavage, as she leaned forward to turn a knob on the dash.

The cabbie was quickly tucked away in non-space, as they had nicknamed it, after Margaret/Kevin had become Susan/Kevin with the change from the Volvo to the motorbike. Jennifer/Daniel then climbed onto the back of the motorbike, before driving out past the taxi, which was even now turning back into traffic. The alley was quiet with only the melting ice cream cone left on the pavement.

Julie/William, who had snapped an image of the cabbie, was now his double. William drove the cab back to the airport and parked near the rank. He left the cab and went inside to wait for his targets. He watched the boards announcing the landings. He was especially interested in those Quantas flights from Australia. Eventually, his patience was rewarded.

Three passengers, one adult female with her husband and a blonde teenager had picked up their luggage and were struggling towards the terminal doors. The toy Koalas clipped to their lapels and their accents giving their nationality away like signposts. William, who had fortuitously procured one of the ever-scarce baggage trolleys, came forward.

"Can I take those? I have a taxi waiting outside ready to whisk you to your destination."

"Thank you matey, by crikey that's the best offer all day," grinned the man.

William loaded their heavy bags onto the trolley, for which they were very grateful. William led them to his cab and loaded their luggage in the trunk. He then headed out on the road, after finding out where they were headed.

The alley where William and the others had done the first switcheroo was on the route from the airport to the city, a fact taken into account at the start of this operation. William slowed, faking a problem with the cab.

"Sorry folks, there seems to be problem with the cab. I'll have to stop here and call for another."

He stopped the cab in exactly the same place where he had taken it from in the first place. He suggested that the passengers take themselves and their luggage to the café on the corner, while he phoned for a replacement. Grumbling, they agreed, and William said there would be no fare charge, which made them happier. Ordering and paying for their coffees, William quickly left and headed back into the alley where Susan was waiting.

The cabbie was puzzled when the driver asked him to leave. He hadn't even had time to listen to the problem they had mentioned. He shrugged and left to get back to his cab, wondering where the young girl had gone. He drove off, none the wiser that he was missing several hours of his life.

Julie/Daniel was in the café, listening to the tourists grumble about the wait. She moved closer and finally offered them a lift with her friend.

"My mother has her car in the alley next door, we are headed into the city, so we could drop you off."

"Well, if it's no trouble, then thank you," the woman agreed, wanting to get to the hotel and freshen up.

Within minutes of accepting, the three tourists were in non-space, as Margaret/Kevin in her Volvo, became Susan/Kevin on her bike. Julie had pretended to load their luggage in the trunk, while Margaret had started the car. Instead, Julie had just left them out behind the car, so that it wouldn't disappear along with the tourists.

Jennifer/William drove the Ellery's Volvo, (the plain every day version,) up to where the luggage lay on the ground. Susan had taken Daniel back home to get it and return with it to the alley to wait for Williams return.

They loaded the luggage and Susan followed the Volvo on her bike, back to the Ellery's. Once there, they hid the bike in a secure room that only they, had the keys to. Kevin and William tossed a coin as to who was going to be the adult woman, as Daniel had chosen to the young girl.

No one was sure if Kevin had won or lost when the coin determined that he would be the woman. Using the image taken of the tourists with the bracelets, it wasn't long before they were the spitting image of the three in limbo. Kevin was now Glenda and William was Trevor, according to the documents, they found with their new bodies. Daniel was now Cindy, a cute 15-year-old blonde.

Glenda complained about her heels as she walked unsteadily around, in the garage.

"Damn, I don't seem to be able to manage these like I did with Margaret's," she moaned.

As time was of the essence, there wasn't time to stand around complaining. So once William called a real cab, it wasn't long before they were at the airport. With a huge deposit of cash, and the excuse that they had to return home for a family emergency, they were soon on a flight destined for Australia. Sara/Jennifer had wangled her way onto the same flight, taking the place of one of the scheduled stewardesses with a suitable cash bribe of course.

Sara thought it hilarious, that she was serving her friends refreshments, in her role as Jennifer. On the pretence of offering Cindy some candy, she crouched down and quietly asked her how she was coping.

"I'm fine, but mommy keeps complaining. I think she needs a sick bag." Giggled Daniel in her teenage body.

Concerned, Sara turned to Kevin in her Glenda form and asked if she was okay.

"Have you anything for air sickness? I don't think this body travels well," she moaned, looking slightly bilious.

"I'll ask if there's some Dramamine I can give you for that. We want you fit and well for when we arrive," Sara suggested, consoling her distraught friend.

Later on, when she checked, Glenda looked much better. The flight seemed to take forever, especially with Leanne in a dangerous situation. Once the jet was on its final approach, thoughts turned to their next move once they landed in Perth. Sara was using Jennifer's memories to assess the time to get to her home in Scarborough from the airport, to work out how much time they had to plan.

Leanne woke up alone, smelling the stench of the room mixed now with the smell of Roberts's musky semen drying on her body. She ached below and felt sore around her nipples. She saw by the clock radio, that it was 9 am. She could hear the TV going in the other room, and guessed that was where Robert was. She got out of bed, fumbling for her ripped clothes, before giving up that idea. The windows offered no escape, as they had security screens fitted, made of extruded aluminium covered with fine mesh, which doubled as fly screens.

She pulled on her panties, one of the few items to survive Robert's handling. She walked out the room and saw her suitcase in the hall. She took out a change of clothes, and went looking for the bathroom. Once found, she examined her body, looking for the bruises she could feel. There wasn't much to see, there was some bruising, but not as much as she thought, she should see. This body must have marvellous healing powers to put up with Roberts abuses. She found some soap, but no shampoo. Returning to her suitcase, she found her shampoo, and hurried back to the illusionary safety of the bathroom.

She scrubbed and scoured her body, trying to feel clean in more than just the physical sense. Being raped by that brute made her feel dirty inside, where no soap could reach. Even though she hadn't any memories of the rape, she still felt a sense that it was her fault. She tried to shake off the guilty feelings and substitute feelings of anger towards her attacker.

Cleaner, and feeling better dressed in clean clothes, Jennifer/Leanne went out to the kitchen to find something to eat. Robert saw her and told her to get him something too. She looked in the fridge and in the cupboards to see what there was, that was still edible. The best she could come up with was some stale bread and some cheese that she had cut to the mould off. Slicing the bread into fingers, she spread grated cheese over the bread and laid them on an oven tray to bake in the oven, while she made some coffee. She brought the coffee into where Robert was sitting, just escaping his reaching hand to hurry back in to the kitchen. Once the cheesie's were cooked, she divided them and took half into Robert. While he tasted them, she went back to eat her share in the kitchen, making enough noise as she cleaned up, so that he didn't have to worry what she was up to, and come in checking.

Sara in the older Jennifers body had been accessing the memories this body had of Robert. She knew once she contacted him, he would likely pose some questions, questions only his Jennifer would know. Once started, it seemed as though there was a lot more in her head, than in the Jennifer she had been before. She reasoned that the older body simply had more memories to access. Kevin in his Glenda body had complained that there were no memories or other help to assist in her impersonation, like with the other female bodies. It took a few minutes for 'Glenda,' to remember how to walk in heels. Only the experience in the alien produced bodies allowed her to pick it up quickly.

Leanne in the younger version Jennifer hadn't had a chance of pulling her deception off, not without all of the accompanying memories. Sara hoped she could do better. It was not only her life on the line, but Leanne's too.

After landing, and the usual rigmarole in customs and collecting luggage, they called a taxi. Forty minutes later, they reached Hale road near the West coast highway. The taxi deposited them all at number 9 Yaltawa road, where they unloaded the baggage and paid off the taxi driver.

Producing the key provided handily, with the body, Sara/Jennifer opened the door and went in. The others followed, dumping their gear in the hallway, so that a quick reconnoitre to see if the place was empty could be carried out. Seeing the place first hand brought up fresh Jennifer memories that told Sara, where a secret room was hidden.

Jennifers fingers placed on a certain spot on the wall near the bathroom, triggered a panel to open. It was one of several that were lining the wall, which looked perfectly normal. Entering the small space, barely 4 foot square revealed that the alien Jennifer had been here when the call to return home had come. Things were strewn around in a hasty attempt to destroy the evidence. The laptop there had been smashed with a blunt object and its LCD screen was shattered. William, who had returned to his body as had Kevin, said the drive might still be salvageable.

"Sheesh, I bet she didn't even try and delete anything," he exclaimed. "Even you could do a better job of it, than this supposedly superior race."

"You know what this means, don't you?" Sara replied. "No magical car. She probably ditched it in the outback and its now destroyed." Sara grumbled.

This was confirmed when Daniel still in the Cindy body came in from her inspection of the garage.

"Nothing, not even a second hand push bike," she grinned wryly.

"Okay, that means we stay here and draw this Robert guy back here," Sara suggested. "This is what we'll do," she added, outlining her plan.

"Hello, is this Robert?" Asked Kevin, in Susan's voice, having taken on Jennifer's CIA superior's role.

"Yes, have you got my Jennifer?" answered Robert, in a nonchalant tone.

"Yes she is standing right next to me," a worried Kevin replied, wondering why Robert seemed almost uninterested.

"Let me talk to her."

"Not so fast, let me speak to my operative," insisted Kevin.

Robert hummed and hah'd, trying to argue with her. Kevin felt he was hiding something, and demanded Jennifer be put on.

"You okay hon?" Kevin asked, as Jennifer was allowed to answer.

"No, I saw nobody suspicious," Jennifer answered, using her head.

"Has he done something to you?" Kevin asked, realising that Jennifer was answering in a way that wouldn't alert Robert.

"Yes, I hope I can finish this job before tonight," she answered, telling Susan that she wanted out before nightfall.

Kevin immediately thought Robert had sexually attacked her despite the warnings. Perhaps that was why he wasn't in a rush to get his girl back.

"Okay, tell him Jennifer wants to speak, and hand him the phone, don't worry the cavalry's here.

Kevin alerted Sara/Jennifer that Robert had attacked Leanne in the time Robert took up the phone.

"Hey baby, you got me a present?"

"Sure, its open right now, waiting for you," Sara answered, knowing he was referring the whisky Jennifer usually brought home with her, duty free.

"Johnny walker black label right?" he asked, trying to trap her.

"Look if you want to change you drinking habit's, you'll have to tell me in advance. I got the usual Glenfiddich. You want me to tip it out?" Sara asked turning the tables on Robert.

"Nah! That's fine just warm like usual. You at home?"

"Yes come over please, I missed you," Sara purred, trying not ton gag.

Sara handed the phone over to Kevin, who made sure that Robert would bring Leanne with him.

Robert pulled up outside Jennifers home. He could see a woman standing outside, presumably the CIA woman who had contacted him. He got out and allowed the fake Jennifer to run to the woman. She pointed to the house.

"Jennifers in there waiting for you, we'll wait here till our ride comes. Goodbye Mr Calvini." Susan/Kevin said coldly, holding Leanne close.

Robert shrugged and went inside. There he saw his Jennifer sitting on the couch smiling. She was naked to the waist and had a brandy balloon full of scotch nestled in her cleavage, the swell of her breasts cupping the glass warming the fiery liquid inside. He smiled, now this was his girl.

Sara inside her Jennifer body struggled to remain smiling, as the hulk loomed closer. She hoped she had used enough Nightquil in the scotch to do the job she wanted.

"Hi honey," she purred, handing him the glass.

"Hmmm, now that's what I call a welcome home present," he said, gulping the drink straight down without looking away from her breasts.

Sara wanted to run and puke, as his huge hand fondled her breasts roughly. Seeing he had finished the drink without blinking, she squirmed away, trying to make it look sexy.

"Let me get you another, I can't let my man get thirsty now, can I?" she smiled, getting up and taking his glass to the kitchen.

"Okay, but hurry back. I want to play with my babies," he urged, eyeing her departing butt, greedily.

"For you, anything. I'll just be a minute," Sara shuddered as soon as she was out of sight. She refilled the glass adding another dose of the liquid sleeping potion. She hated to see the expensive scotch being adulterated, but even worse how Robert consumed it, gulping it down as if it was lolly water, instead of fine whisky.

After the second glass followed the first, Robert wanted to fondle her breasts. She allowed herself to be manhandled, or should that be brute handled, as she could see that even Roberts's bulk, was being affected by the tranquillisers. She felt dirty even allowing him that privilege of plundering her body. God knows what it must feel like to be raped, as she suspected Leanne had endured. At last, Robert collapsed over her and started snoring, as the drugs and the alcohol kicked in.

"Help me! This bastard is heavy," Sara called out, as she struggled to lift Robert's dead weight from her body.

Daniel and William rushed in from the bathroom, both wearing their male bodies, as agreed. They had wanted to take on Robert from the first moment he had entered, but Sara objected. She didn't want them hurt, because of her; she was still struggling to hold back her emotions over what Leanne had gone through.

Kevin and Leanne entered on the heels of the others, hearing Sara call out. Leanne was looking more than a little surprised at Kevin, who had just morphed in front of her just seconds ago, without the aide of a car.

Robert was rendered harmless, by the adroit application of the humble plastic cable tie, granted the ones used were thicker than you normally see. Once Robert's hands and ankles were secured, they blindfolded him and put earplugs in his ears to prevent him hearing anything.

"Kevin, how did you change from Susan to yourself like that?" Leanne asked, her face filled with puzzlement.

"Long story, tell you later. First, we need to discuss what we are going to do to this piece of shit." Kevin angrily said, having been filled in outside, by Leanne.

Sara ran to Leanne, hugging her, as tears of remorse, fell from her eyes.

"I'm so sorry I put you in danger. I can't forgive myself," she sobbed.

It was strange seeing two Jennifer's embracing each other. It was kind of erotic from the men's point of view, even though the reasons for it, was not something pleasant. Sara broke off, asking Leanne if she could forgive her for getting her into this mess.

"I felt awful, just letting him paw me like some pet he owned," she explained. " I can't imagine having to go through what you did," Sara added, still not knowing all the details.

"Stop that, I won't have you blaming yourself or feeling guilty for one second, because of this piece of garbage. I knew there might be danger, but I accepted that. Anyway, there are two things that make it bearable. One, I was unconscious at the time, for which I thank my lucky stars, and two; he didn't really violate my body, only Jennifer's. Once I change back it will be like it never happened, apart from the memories."

Sara hugged Leanne again, tears of anguish, turning to tears of happiness, as Leanne's words lifted the burden of guilt that had hung over her since that second phone call.

"Well, seeing it was you he abused, you get to chose his punishment. We can turn him into anything from a bitch to a baby girl," offered Sara with a grin.

"Is this something to do with the way Kevin changed from Susan to his old self without a car?" Leanne asked excitedly.

Thus began the catch up of news since Leanne had left them. After showing her the bracelet, she posed a question.

"If Robert has the bracelet on he cant use it himself, how are you going to change him?"

"Simple, we push the buttons, because we are in the alien produced bodies, it accepts our commands. As long as we don't give Robert one of those, he couldn't even change even if he was able." Sara explained. "My guess is, that if one f the aliens became incapacitated for any reason, possibly an injury, the others could still change him/her/whatever."

Leanne thought for a while, voicing her choices to the others. "I could turn the tables on him and change him into a women and have "a Robert," rape him. Now that would be justice, to be raped by his own male body," she laughed. "Unfortunately it would mean someone would have to be him. I couldn't do it, and I wouldn't ask others to do it on my behalf. Turning into a female dog would be good too, take a picture of a pedigree bitch and his life is set as a breeding mother. It also takes care of him going to the authorities. I can't see him getting anywhere barking at the police." She giggled.

Sara was glad that Leanne's spirits were up, as thoughts of the various punishments acted as therapy. She waited, listening as, Leanne continued.

"A baby girl might be nice, it solves the problem of his silence, and eventually he'll be the one worrying about being raped."

"What about doing all three?" William suggested with an evil grin on his face. After all, Leanne was his cousin; he had a right to want a serious punishment meted out.

"Hmmm, not the first, otherwise we are no better than he is," objected Leanne, putting her foot down. Sara nodded agreement, not relishing that idea. She realised suddenly that Scott wouldn't have objected, he would probably have agreed to mete out the first suggestion. Becoming a woman had changed the way she thought about things. It wasn't a change she had noticed, just a subtle shift in the way she saw things, like men for instance. Dragging her thoughts away from men's bodies, Sara concentrated on Leanne's alternative suggestion, but not before a quick flash crossed her mind that she found Kevin looking attractive.

"I think we should make sure she can't do us an harm when she wakes up," Leanne said, smiling with anticipation.

"She?" They queried.

"Can we make him into a little girl, before he wakes?" If she then plays up, we could turn her into a bitch to see how much worse things can get." Leanne asked, looking pleadingly at the others.

"You betcha, I hope she plays up, I surely do," William winked enthusiastically rubbing his hands together, as he turned on the television, and readied his bracelet.

Finding a children's program, William soon had an image loaded that everyone approved. Slipping the bracelet on Robert's wrist, Leanne did the honours. Where once was a giant of a man, now there lay a cute 9 year old girl, with cute blonde pigtails. The transformation had given her a clean fresh smelling body with a princess dress in pink and white with a cute bow tied at her back. The change had also worked it's magic, by cleaning the blood of the drug laden alcohol, that Robert had consumed. She started to stir and opened her eyes, blinking.

"Whaaaa, what happened? Why are all these people here?" She asked, before the pitch of his voice, told him something very strange had happened to him. She looked down at what he was wearing and screeched, her high pitch voice penetrating right through the house.

She redoubled her efforts, making enough noise, that they worried the neighbours would hear. William clamped his hand over her mouth, as she drew breath for another attempt. William cursed and cuffed her, as she bit his hand. He looked at the blood she had drawn and said 'woof,' suggestively.

The others nodded. Sara crouched down to the struggling child, as she fought against Williams grasp while cursing a blue streak.

"Bobbie, if you don't behave, things can get much worse," she promised. "Life can be a bitch, you know."

"What did you do to me, you bitch?" cursed Bobbie, spitting in her face.

Sara straightened up, her anger just barely held under control. "Do it," she ground out.

Daniel forced the other loaded bracelet over Bobbie's wrist, motioning to Sara to activate it. Bobbie fell to the floor as she started to transform into a dog, a female Cocker Spaniel to be exact, the irony of the breed, not being lost on the others.

"Shouldn't that be a Cockerless Spaniel?" snorted Daniel, almost choking with mirth, as he voiced, the thoughts of the others.

Bobby wasn't happy at all, she whined piteously and lay subdued on the floor after once sniffing at her groin. It was obvious that bobby was female. She even had a collar with a nametag, on which was engraved the name Rosie.

"Well Rosie, it looks like you need to stay outside, until we know if your house trained," Sara laughed, fetching a piece of clothesline she had found. She led Rosie out into the front yard, tying her to a sturdy tree.

"I hope, there's no stray males wandering around, we know that you're in heat. You may find yourself attracting all the dogs around." She taunted, knowing that this was lie, but it would make Rosie nervous.

To be continued.

  

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