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Chapter 11

With the spousal unit now not a problem about makeup and wardrobe, I used a lotion that was “subtly color enhanced”. That means it was a lotion with a fake tan built in. Before I put it on my face, I did a really good skin cleansing and used toner and moisturizer. I wanted the best possible platform from which to fire my salvos. Since I already had great skin, thanks to my sisters, I was fairly sure I would look like I was wearing makeup because of the touch of color.

After carefully smoothing it on and using a sponge to make sure it was adequately and evenly applied, I checked the mirror. I looked less fugly! I was wishing I had on eye makeup and lipstick, and maybe just a touch of blush, but I was already 1000% better off than before I started meeting with my sisters.

After brushing out my hair, I returned to the bedroom and started picking out some clothes. I slipped into a cute smily face thong and deviated from the permitted dress code by putting on a bra. (I was down from a 48 band to a 40 in just a few weeks! I could easily make do with a 38, and now I was filling out -nicely!- a B cup!) I slipped on a black polo-style shirt and khaki cargo pants and finished off with pink and white cross trainers.

I wondered if I would get fired today? I didn't think so. Mainly because I intended to cheat. I did not feel guilty about it at all, either. After, the very person on whom I intended to use my special talents had cheated me over and over on this subject. Oddly, he was a fantastic manager so long as his sense of religion was not disturbed. I simply needed to bring some fresh air to his very closed mind.

Arriving even earlier at work than usual, I ran across three sisters that I had tapped to “help” me. Robbie, Carrie, and Jaynie were all very interested in relaxing the restrictions against me. I intended to use my empathic talents to push my distress and position to my boss in a very powerful manner, using those three sisters as a boost to my own talents and will. We weren't sure we would be able to get all four of us into the office but it was my only real hope of overcoming his objections, I felt.

We all huddled together and quickly decided a frontal approach would give us the most momentum, so we simply strolled into the office he shared with all his management subordinates and we found him there alone. Robbie led us in, Carrie and I holding hands, with Jaynie following. She closed the office door behind us and we assumed a tight diamond formation, me at the leading point of the diamond, holding hands with Robbie and Carrie and Jaynie with her hands clasped over ours from behind me.

I quickly focused an imagined beam of power from my forehead to his, willing him to be fair, to realize that he had been discriminatory. I drilled at him with all my will that he would feel the need to make amends and to end the unfair restrictions. I opened my mouth as I observed him being almost stunned, definitely speechless, and just a bit glassy eyed and said, “Daniel, you have been unfair to me. You have lied to me, brow beat me, and openly discriminated against me, sexually and otherwise. You also sexually harassed me about my underwear. It has to stop. What are you going to do?”

Now that I did not have to talk, too, I intensified my efforts to influence his thoughts and intentions. I could almost feel his resolve crumbling beneath my pressure. “I... I thought we... umm discussed this before? You have to follow the dress code in order ... in order....” He took his head in his hands and dry washed his face.

“No, Danny, we discussed nothing. You dictated your hate mongering tyranny to me and expected me to put up with your arrogance and supposed moral high ground. I am done with that. You broke the law. You cheated me. You just did me wrong. And from this point forward, it will all come to a crashing halt. I am tired of not being noticed for my hard work. I am tired of you ignoring our department because it runs, since we lost our salaried management. I also expect to get a sterling review next month. I am going to wear make up and bras and womens clothes. You are going to put it down to the fact that my body is changing and that all the deviations are necessary to accommodate my changing body. If anyone objects, you will inform them that because of circumstances beyond our control, adjustments had to be made. Any further objections will be directed to me personally. If they don't like that, then they can shut the fudge bunnies up. Is that all clear?”

He shook his head as I focused every last erg of mental energy on him. “Ye.. yes, I understand and you are correct, I have not done you right and I hope you will forgive me and that we can work past that.”

“Yes, Daniel, I think that is not a problem.” We shook hands and my sisters and I walked out grinning. We had slain the dragon, metaphorically speaking. And, I had proven to myself that not only was a receiving empath, but that I could also influence people.

Normally I would have felt bad about what I had just done, but in this particular case, I had only righted some previous wrongs. I had also pretty much convinced myself that what I did was empathic, having to do with emotions and intentions and sensations and not telepathic. I knew I had telepathic tendencies in certain, limited circumstances... or what appeared to be so. It might have also been educated guesses based on what empathic information I was receiving. I still was not certain that there was no magic involved, however, because I had involved my sisters. I instinctively knew, also, that I had done well with my psionic sheilding.

At least I thought I had...

Chapter 12

The DHS had operatives in all 50 states, Mexico, and Canada, strictly with the hopes of triangulating on us. Only two of their operatives detected us and it was such a low power defuse tingle, they ignored it. It did not help that they were watching for magic use, not psionics. DHS 0, Us 1

The Guardian Shamans definitely noticed the activity. They were mildly thrown off by the change in flavor from magical to psionic. Still, they were fairly sure that it ws us. The fantastic effort I had made at shielding had, however, thrown them off about my location. Again. They realized we had grown a great deal in talent, power, and, most importantly, control. They were fairly confident that the power center was somewhere south of I70 and north of the Equator. Still, they had eliminated one third of the continental US and from previous observation, they felt that we were in the US so that narrowed the field quite a bit. Based on their wisdom and experience, they were guessing they would find us south of I40, west of the Mississippi, and east of the Continental Divide. They held a council and decided to contact their Coushatta relatives in Louisiana to see if they could further narrow the field of focus. Guardian Shamans 0, Us 0

The husband and wife team completely missed the psionic episode. They were in Italy, anyway, exploring contacting some resources in Romania. Them 0, Us, 1

The Russian psychics were in Toronto this time, but they immediately detected our activities. They also knew we were in the Central Timezone and no further north than Kansas. That still left a huge area to search. Coincidently, their schedule soon took them to several cities in the search zone, including Dallas and Houston. Psychics 1, Us 1

The Chinese mystic has noticed us as easily as the psychics had and had been in a deep meditative trance when the event occurred. He knew our general direction and was able to draw a cone from Kansas City south. He felt we were most likely in an area defined by lines drawn from Houston to Tulsa to El Paso back to Houston. Mystic 1, Us 0

Fargo felt an itch between his/her eyes and looked directly in our direction. However, being in Key West, it was possible for him/her to go a long way west. He/she was fairly confident that that New Orleans the right direction and had always wanted to go there. The inmates had made a decent amount of money beach combing in the past weeks and bought a very run down old excursion boat and started along the coast back towards the Mississippi Delta.

Chapter 13

The spousal unit was waffling. That was fine. It was time to see if I could use the boost from the sisters to do some larger scale changes and still stay shielded. We had whitened my teeth and shrunk my Adam's apple. I had been working on ways to reshape my jawline. While the sisters were helping me, I had scanned my jaw psionically/magically, as well as several of theirs to see how they might be made differently. I had also gradually restructured my vocal cords to keep my clear, pleasant voice and extremely broad vocal range but to lift it into the mezzo-soprano range, quality wise.

However, to do what the spousal unit wanted, some more wholesale methods would be required. Basically she wanted a fair amount of belly flab to just go away. She wanted other things, too, but she was going to have to take what she could get. After all, it was not her that was going to have to put up with the drain that using that much magic would require.

After working out some scheduling conflicts, we got the spousal unit together with the sisters. She did not like the fact that she was blindfolded, but it was a requirement we had until we felt was necessary to protect the sisters from her revealing their identities in case she decided to have a burst of religious fervor and turn us all in as witches. I wasn't worried so much for myself, but I didn't want to involve them in my messes.

We got her all arranged with the sisters and me in the geometric arrangement we felt would best suit the power requirements we projected and still allowed me to shield us. I set up a separate ring of sisters around us charged with nothing but monitoring us and adding whatever shielding talents they had to mine.

We all had started with a picture in our minds of how the spousal unit should be shaped if she was not fighting a weight problem. Once we had that image firmly in our minds, we took each others hands. The other sisters and I began the mantra and began our descent into the mindstate needed for the flow of power we needed to make something of this magnitude happen. The outer circle joined us in the mantra, watching, waiting, and focusing tightly on shielding us as best as they were able.

This time, using many fewer sisters and finding I was able to still draw on far more power, most of it coming from the Earth itself, I allowed only tiny flows of power, a few at a time, to form a globe enveloping the spousal unit's body. I pictured the globe slowly encasing her, massaging her skin and muscles and skeleton, slimming her, relaxing her, reshaping her, while at the same time the fat tissue that plagued her for years was slowly siphoned off into another globe of flows. As I coaxed her body into the best shape of her life, I gently touched her joints, healing the wear of the years. I buffered her skin to a polished smoothness. I even removed the hair from her arm pits, bikini line, and legs.

I was working with a lot of power, but it was like using many, many glow tubes instead of a nuclear explosion. The flows of power I was using were each tiny, in and of themselves, but the total was very respectable. Still, I used my enormous natural shielding ability on each individual filament of power used only the minimum amount of energy to do any particular task.

It seemed like only a few minutes when I decided I had made enough changes to the spousal unit and begin terminating each flow of magic. When the final flow was dissolved, I carefully balanced each of the sisters in the group, making sure we each exited the mantra as we entered it. We left our meditative states almost as one and carefully looked at what had happened.

The spousal unit was looking much better. She was slim and trim and had excellent muscle tone (I couldn't take a lot of credit there. It was partly her genes and partly her lifestyle.) Her skin was almost as wonderful as my own and she moved much more gracefully. On the floor in front of her was a spherical bag made of her excess skin to hold the fat that has been drained from her. (Did not want to make a greasy mess in Robbie's house, you know!) She carefully stood up and walked around the bag and walked over to see herself in the mirror.

Of course, you know what happened next. She fainted!

Chapter 14

I hope it was worth the wait! And don't worry, more is already planned!