Growing up isn’t easy for anyone, and certainly Cynthia Lewis is no exception. The hormones are starting to flow in greater quantities than they ever have before. Suddenly, the doubts that had been hiding in the depths of her mind are beginning to surface. Menarche is pending, and Cindy is beginning to think that she doesn’t have what it takes to be a woman. She is suddenly very afraid.
Growing up isn’t easy for anyone, and certainly Cynthia Lewis is no exception. The hormones are starting to flow in greater quantities than they ever have before. Suddenly, the doubts that had been hiding in the depths of her mind are beginning to surface. Menarche is pending, and Cindy is beginning to think that she doesn’t have what it takes to be a woman. She is suddenly very afraid.
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, 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.
Chapter 1
Al Gontarski was famished and there was more food in front of him than he could remember seeing in one place at one time. There was no need for a plate; he could just grab handfuls of whatever was in front of him and cram it into his mouth. There was a problem though: none of the food tasted right. It was bland and unfulfilling. Hunger was eating at him, and no matter how much he ate, the hunger was there gnawing at his stomach. It was a cramping ache and it just seemed to get worse.
He looked around for help and saw his parents filling their plates with delicacies. There was a fabulous selection of antipasti. There were all sorts of salamis and cheeses, and the amount and variety of olives was spectacular. He tried to shovel the olives onto a plate, but they kept falling off. Finally he resorted to just cramming the handfuls into his mouth. The olives were as bland as the other food he had been ingesting. He was getting so frustrated, he started to cry.
“Mommy, this food doesn’t taste very good, and I can’t get enough of it. I’m so hungry and my tummy hurts.”
“Who are you calling ‘Mommy’, you fat pig. You’re no son of mine.”
“But, Mommy, I’m your daughter, Cindy. I used to be Al, but I’m Cindy now.”
“What are you talking about? Cindy drowned years ago. You’re just an oversized, fat excuse of a man. Come to think of it, you died several years ago, too. You have no business here taking all this food.”
Al started crying even more. Nothing was right. He wasn’t Al; she was Cynthia Lewis and had been for a long time. She had a baby sister and a younger brother. Her best friend was Bobbie Schmedlap. ‘Where are they? They should be here. Why does my tummy hurt so much?’
She looked across the room and saw The Wizard holding her cat, Maddy. They were both laughing at her. The Wizard was feeding Maddy shrimp, and a large pile of bones mixed with rat feet and tails lay at The Wizard’s feet.
“You’ll have to come with me.” Al turned to see a man dressed as a waiter reaching for him. “You don’t exist in this world and you are spoiling everyone’s meal. You will have to leave now.”
“But, I’m hungry. My tummy hurts, I’m so hungry. I want my mommy. I want my Daddy. I want my brother and sister. I want my best friend.”
“All that’s been revoked: apparently, the check you wrote has been sent back. Since you died all those years ago, it wasn’t any good.”
“No-o-o-o! The Wizard ran it through. It was good. I’m not Al, I’m Cindy Lewis. I’m thirteen years old. I’m a girl.”
“Not any more. If you don’t leave now, The Wizard is going to turn you into a toad, and you’ll be the premier jumping toad for Toad Suck Days in Conway, Arkansas next year.”
“No, this is all wrong. I want my Mommy.” Al started sobbing inconsolably.
“Cindy, wake up. Wake up, Dear; you’re having a bad dream.”
“What? Huh.”
“Cindy, you’ve been having a bad dream. Maddy tried to wake you up, but she couldn’t, so she came to me. She was worried about you. You’ve been crying. Your pillow’s wet with tears.”
Cindy began to realize that she was alright. The hall light was on, and the light through her open door lit things up well enough that she knew where she was. Maddy, her cat and familiar, was sitting on the bed next to Cindy’s mother. Maddy had a very concerned expression, at least it was as concerned an expression that a cat could get.
“[Cindy, I tried to wake you, but you just tossed and turned and moaned. Then you started crying. I had to get your mother. I couldn’t read you at all. There was a wall],” Maddy didn’t mind-speak to Cindy that much unless they were far apart. Her diction had improved so much that she didn’t have any problem being understood by anyone who was allowed to hear her speak.
“I’m okay, Maddy; I was having a horrible dream that I was Al. It was just awful.
“Mommy, you and Daddy didn’t know me. You said I was dead. The Wizard was going to turn me into a toad. I was so hungry and I couldn’t get enough food. My tummy hurt, I was so hungry. My tummy still hurts.”
“Where does it hurt, Dear?”
“Kinda low; down in the middle.”
“It doesn’t hurt in the lower right area, does it?”
“No, it’s just cramps.”
Marissa looked at her daughter while thinking back to her own early teenage years. She remembered the problems she had and the discomfort she experienced. There was good reason to feel that her daughter might experience some of the same problems. Cindy had experienced a huge growth spurt over the last few months. She was nearly fourteen and her body was changing rapidly. Marissa and Cindy’s genetics had been altered a bit due to The Wizard’s magic; however there was no reason to assume that their basic biology had been altered significantly. It was time, perhaps a bit overdue, but she was pretty sure she knew what Cindy’s problem was.
“Just a minute, I have something for you.” Marissa briefly left her daughter to contemplate her misery.
“Are you alright, Cindy? It frightened me when you wouldn’t wake up.” Maddy was very concerned about her human friend. Cindy reached over and stroked Maddy’s ear. Maddy reciprocated by pushing her head against Cindy’s gentle touch.
Maddy was close to full grown, and as had been predicted by The Wizard, Maddy had matured very slowly. If she had grown at the normal domestic cat rate, she would have reached maturity more than a year before. Instead, she was just about full grown, but hadn’t yet come into heat the first time. Maddy was pretty certain that she wouldn’t until Cindy had her first period.
Maddy, in spite of her high opinion of herself, was a very beautiful little cat. Her ancestry was mixed and she obviously had a lot of Siamese in it. Her eyes were large and very blue and the overall affect of her coat was that she was mostly white with darker guard hairs. Her eyes were made more spectacular as they were highlighted by a mix of light and dark, very long, and slightly curled eye brows. Her beautiful long whiskers were also a mix of light and dark. She had light tabby markings on her face and a darker pattern down her spine and tail, the latter being definitely tabby striped. Her ears were dark; however, her left ear was speckled with yellow-gold. Her feet were also dark, and following the design set by her ear, her left hind foot was highlighted with yellow-gold markings. Her Siamese ancestry stopped there. She had a stocky little body and her head was round, not elongated like a Siamese’s head would be. Another difference was that her very soft coat was long; not as long as a Persian, but quite a bit longer than what a Siamese would have. Soaking wet, which she would never have allowed to happen, she might have weighed seven and a half pounds.
“Here, take these,” Marissa was back with a glass of water and some tablets, “they should help. They work for me.”
“Oh, what are they?”
“Midol.”
“Oh…”
Things are going to get worse before they get better. Having a loving, understanding family, and great friends helps. There are four more chapters in this little episode.
Portia
Bobbie Schmedlap, Cindy’s best friend, is quick to diagnose Cindy’s problem. As we have seen before, Bobbie can detect physical problems in some people, and she quickly diagnoses Cindy’s ‘problem’. She is happy for her friend, but Cindy is not happy at all about the pending event. She is having serious doubts about her role, and the nightmare of the night before was an expression of that doubt. Now is the time for her mother to be there. Bobbie and Maddy help, too.
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.
“Cindy, you look terrible. Is anything wrong?” Bobbie Schmedlap was Cindy’s best friend, and lived in the next group of houses. She and Cindy had known each other for several years; however, they had not become good friends until a little over two years before. They had a lot in common in that they had both been born on the XY side of the human race, but were both now possessors of two X chromosomes. The changes had involved considerable magic; however, it was magic for which both girls were very thankful.
Bobbie looked at Cindy rather closely through squinted eyes, “Oh, Cindy, it’s going to happen tonight. I’m so happy for you.” They were waiting for their school bus along with a small group of children who lived in the neighborhood and shared the bus stop. Cindy and Bobbie were in eighth grade. They hadn’t always lived close to each other. In fact, before The Wizard and his magic had happened, Bobbie and her family were only a few months from being homeless. With The Wizard’s help, justice was achieved, and the Schmedlap family now lived in a very nice house close to the Lewis’s.
“What are you talking about?” Cindy was obviously not in a good mood.
“Tonight’s the night you become a woman. I’ll bet you thought it was never going to happen. You’re getting your period. Wow, it’s about time!”
“Look, I’d really rather not talk about it. I had a real shitty night last night. I had horrible nightmares, and awful cramps. Mom gave me some Midol, and it helped a bit. If this is what I’m going to have to go through every month, I’m not sure I want it.”
Bobbie thought back to her journey into womanhood. Five months before, she had had her first period, and it was really almost a non-event. She had felt a little bloating and talked to her mother about it. There had been ample discussions and they were well prepared. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant experience, but it was a confirmation of her womanhood, and she figuratively welcomed it with open arms. Her period started, she accepted it and took care of it. Her mother was there for counsel and hygienic advice. It probably helped that she was the daughter her mother hadn’t expected to have, but had wanted so much.
Now it was Cindy’s turn, and obviously, things were not going as smoothly as they had for Bobbie.
“Cindy, it’s going to be okay. You know the first few times can be a bit difficult, but once your systems get adjusted, things should settle down.” Cindy grumbled something unintelligible, and Bobbie thought it best not to pursue the matter any further; at least, not until Cindy felt a bit better.
They had most of their classes together, and they were excellent students. Bobbie would privately complain in half jest that it wasn’t fair because Cindy actually had a master’s degree in business. It was just that that had been in a previous life. Bobbie had to work hard for her good grades, and it wasn’t exactly a snap for Cindy. Cindy’s problem was life in general. She had so much to learn about people and how to interact with them. That had been her major failing before, as Al. Now that she was a young girl, soon to be a woman, she no longer had the gender identity problem that had plagued her most of her previous life. Still there were problems. There were the little rituals she had still to learn. Bobbie helped her greatly; however, Cindy continued to have a problem with coming on too strong with others and acting too adult-like, almost patronizing at times, with others. Bobbie had to keep reminding her to back off.
Bobbie also had some problems adjusting to her femininity. She was an outstanding athlete and could out perform most of the boys in her age group. She was faster than most of them, and could hit a baseball just as far. Her arm wasn’t quite as strong as some, but she was a quick accurate thrower. She had started playing golf at ten and was already regularly shooting in the low 80’s from the women’s tees. In fact, she had broken 80 several times. She was deadly around the greens. She was also feeling attraction to some of the boys, and had to be careful not to hurt any feelings due to her athletic prowess.
Cindy had grumbled her way through the day, but was silent on their ride home on the bus. Bobbie would have gladly ridden her bike to school except on the bad weather days; however the narrow roads and traffic in their area made the long bike ride to school too dangerous. At least, that was what her parents felt.
Bobbie said goodbye as they got off the bus and proceeded down the road to her driveway. She would get a snack and do her homework, and check with Cindy later. Sometimes, she would go to Cindy’s in the evening, or Cindy would come to her house, and the three of them, Cindy, Bobbie and Maddy would get a lesson from The Wizard. Bobbie’s powers had been strengthening since her menarche and she was able to do some minor spells. She knew it frustrated Cindy that her powers were developing faster than Cindy’s
They had learned much over the last three years about the magic they had, and they knew they would learn much more. Maddy was probably more advanced in some ways than either of the girls. She was very adept at levitating small objects and keeping them aloft for long periods. There was a payback, though, and that was that keeping things aloft for extended periods was fatiguing. Bobbie explained it this way. Even though Maddy was not physically touching an article, it was still Maddy’s energy that kept it aloft. It was just more efficient than using electro-chemical muscle power. Her mind was operating like a lens to focus the energy stored in her cells. There might be a time later on when they might be able to direct and focus energy from other sources. That would come after much training and practice.
Maddy used her power to other advantages. She never had fleas or other parasites. If one showed up, Maddy would just banish it. Then she discovered that she could hold the offending creature off, but hold it in place at the same time. She would pump a little more energy into it and it would literally cook as if it were being microwaved. Maddy didn’t think much past that at the present; however, that ability might prove to be very valuable.
“Bobbie, Cindy’s mother wants to talk to her for a minute,” her mother called up the stairs to her.
‘Whoops!’ “Mom, Cindy’s not here. She got off the bus with me, but I thought she went home. I don’t think she’s feeling very well. She has PMS something awful and she’s not herself. She’s going to start tonight and it’s her first time. Let me see if I can locate her.”
Bobbie called Cindy’s cell phone, but it went to voice mail immediately. The phone was obviously turned off. Cindy couldn’t have gone far so Bobbie thought she would go look for her. She had an idea where she might be.
She put her shoes back on; she loved to go barefoot, and came downstairs to find her mother getting ready for a dinner out with Bobbie’s father. It was their anniversary, and Bobbie knew it was a special time for them. The whole family had been ‘down’ for quite a while after her father’s injury, and it had been especially hard for him.
Amos Schmedlap had been an All American baseball player in college and he had also been an excellent student, majoring in mechanical engineering. He had been a late round draft pick by Boston; however, he didn’t feel that a career in baseball was the way to go. Maybe if he had been drafted in an earlier round and had been offered a substantial bonus, things might have been different. However, there were several determining factors that made him opt for an engineering and construction career, and most of them involved Sally and their soon to be first child.
They had married between their junior and senior years. It hadn’t been planned, they had really wanted to wait a few years, but Sally became pregnant almost immediately after their marriage. The rigors of traveling with a minor league team were not conducive to a good family life, and Amos opted to go to work for a construction company immediately after graduation.
Anyway, her father had his health back thanks to The Wizard’s kindness. Bobbie hadn’t realized it then, but the spinal injury had seriously affected her parents’ love making. That was in the past now. Sometimes they were like college kids, and Bobbie was glad, in a way, that her parents’ bedroom was far removed from the upstairs rooms occupied by her and her brothers.
“Mom, call Mrs. Lewis and ask her to have Maddy look for Cindy. I think I know where Cindy is, but Maddy can help.
“So, are you and Daddy going to the ‘Pepper Pot’?”
“Yes, and don’t wait up for us. I think your father is feeling a bit ‘frisky’, if his call a while ago is any indication.” She paused for a moment. There were some thoughts running around; things that had been teasing her for the last year. “What would you think about having a little brother or sister?”
“MOM!” The exclamation was there, and then receded. “Do you really mean it? I would love to have a little brother or sister. I want to have my own children someday, and you could teach me so much.
“Look, we need to find Cindy. We can talk about babies tomorrow.”
Sally picked up the phone. She still had a little smile thinking about what might transpire later that evening. “Marissa, Bobbie wanted you to ask Maddy if she knew where Cindy was. I know that she can read her thoughts and Bobbie thought Maddy might be able to locate her.”
“Just a minute, Sally. I should have thought of that. Those two are inseparable. I’ll have to find Maddy. She’s probably napping on Cindy’s bed. Though, it is about her dinner time. Let me check. I’ll be right back.” Sally and Bobbie waited for what seemed like a very long time, although it was probably not much more than a minute, or a bit more.
“Maddy says Cindy isn’t talking, but she thinks she’s down by the beaver pond.
“I didn’t realize she was feeling so bad. I think I will take Maddy with me and see if I can do something. Cindy needs to know that we understand how she’s feeling. Ask Bobbie to meet me down there. We need to give her some support.”
The sun was still well above the horizon in the late spring afternoon. It was warm and humid, and the gentle breeze did little to dispel the clinging heat. A family of wood ducks was paddling on the far side of the pond where Cindy had nearly drowned four years before. They had wanted to come ashore, but Cindy was purposelessly tossing small pebbles into the gently moving water, and the ducks were waiting out of her range. She would understand better what she was going through later on, but right now, she was miserable. It wasn’t just the PMS. That was just the crest of the hormonal wave bearing down on her in a sea of doubt that she was wallowing in.
Maddy gently nudged Cindy’s arm before climbing into her lap.
“What are you doing here, Maddy?”
“I wanted to be with you. We wanted to be with you.”
Cindy turned to see her Mother, and her best friend standing there. There were tears in her mother’s eyes, and Bobbie might have had a few, too.
“Go away, leave me alone.”
“Why would we want to leave you alone? This is a difficult time for many of us, and we need to be here with you. I should have realized how difficult this was being for you.”
“You don’t get it, either of you. I’m a fraud, a fake, a travesty.”
“Cindy, you’re talking like an adult again. I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Bobbie was trying to make light of something she probably didn’t really understand.
“Oh, shut up!”
“Baby, what’s the matter? It can’t be that bad. What are you talking about?”
“I am a total fraud. It was easy being a little girl. I didn’t have to think about things. I had all these new friends, but I hadn’t been a little girl. I had been, was, this obese, disgusting person who had no life. I have all those memories that she had before I took over, but they aren’t my memories. I’m a fake. Everything about me is a fake. I don’t have a fucking clue about what being a woman is about.
Maddy pushed her head against Cindy’s incipient breast, and then not knowing what else to do, looked up to Marissa and Bobbie.
Marissa motioned to Bobbie to sit next to Cindy. She pulled her own skirt under her as she sat on her other side, wrapping her arm around Cindy’s shoulder, pulling her to her. “Cindy, no one ever said being a woman was easy, and let me tell you, becoming one isn’t easy either. No matter what anyone tells you about it, until you have experienced it, you can’t know what it’s about.
“Maybe you didn’t have all the benefits of really experiencing early girlhood, but I know you are ready for the rest of this adventure. In spite of what any young girl is told, experience is the only true teacher. It will be the same way when you have your first lover, your first pregnancy, your first baby: no one can tell you everything in such a way that you will know exactly what to expect.
“There are just some things you are going to have to accept. Your hormones are flowing at a rate they have never done before, and won’t again until your first months of pregnancy. Hormones are powerful drugs, and they will drastically affect your perception of things. You will learn to deal with it, as will your friends and future mate. Your father learned to deal with it, too. I don’t think many mothers prepare their sons on how to deal with hormonal women. Your father is very understanding.
“No woman understands fully what to expect. She can’t.
“Now, I don’t want to hear anything more about you being a fraud. You are a beautiful, sensitive girl soon to be a woman. There is not one person out there who thinks any other way. It is never the same for any woman. Your experience is uniquely yours; however, I can tell you without question that you are a going to be a woman in every way. That other person is part of your history. You are not him. He is part of you. We told you before that you are our daughter, and always will be.
“It will get better for you, and I think the worst is over. The first time is almost always rougher. Be brave. We have to be tough. Most men just don’t get it.
Cindy turned to her mother. All three women had tears streaming down their faces. If Maddy could have cried, she would have, too. Instead, Maddy gently purred and snuggled into her best friend’s arms, spreading her healing warmth the best she could.
“Come on, dinner will be ready in a while and you need to fix your makeup. Your dad and brother are watching Christine, and I need to feed that hungry little darling before the rest of us eat.”
“Would you just hold me for a moment? I’m scared. I’m scared I’m going to screw it up.”
“Darling, you’re not going to screw it up. We won’t let you, and The Wizard won’t let you. You are just going to do this a day at a time, just like the rest of us did.”
“Mmmmmm, did you see that rather handsome tom over by the shed,” Maddy mused. “He was stalking some quail.”
“Oh gosh, Maddy, not you too?” Cindy exclaimed as she hugged her dear friend to her. “I think we will need to keep each other company tonight.”
Well, life goes on. Cindy didn’t get to experience early girlhood; however, the future is entirely hers. The next few months will hasten her physical maturity. What could go wrong?
Cindy has adjusted quite well after some initial psychological problems and doubts created by her two life experiences. She has been growing rapidly over the summer, and enjoying every second of it. There is no reason for doubt any longer. Her mother talks to her about her sexuality, and Cindy has some definite feelings; however, she doesn’t feel she is ready to venture in that direction. There is a dark cloud on the horizon; something that none of them are prepared for.
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.
School was out almost before any of them realized it. It would be a most interesting summer. Cindy had her second period just before the end of school, and it was a much easier experience than the first time. It wasn’t great, but she knew what to expect, and the fact that it was not the ordeal she had the first time was a welcome relief.
“Mom, I need some new bras and underwear. My bras are getting so tight they’re beginning to hurt.”
“Oh dear, let’s take a look. I think you’re outgrowing everything. My goodness, you’re taller than I am and it just happened over night.”
Cindy stood proudly in her panties as her mother took some measurements. Her breasts that had just been little mounds of fat with their swollen nipples and slightly expanding areolae a few months before were now proudly jutting from her chest. It had happened almost over night. The hard little pads had been developing under her nipples, and the area had been quite sore. The areolae had been puffing out more and more and suddenly the little pencil eraser nipples were twice that size, and her bright pink areolae spread out to maybe two and a half inches. Now her breasts were taking on a life of their own and there were times that she almost became obsessed with them. Considering her past life, that was probably understandable.
She would lean over in front of the mirror and delight in how they fell away from her body. She would gently roll her shoulders back and forth and watch her new breasts gently swing in unison. She would gently massage them, feeling their yielding firmness. She remembered her high, hard little nipples of a couple of years before...Now they were much lower on her rib cage and much further apart.
There was another thing. Her breasts were becoming very sensitive, as were her nether regions. Her golden pubic hair had been growing for a while, but now it was a virtual forest. She had been shaving it into an inverted triangle that started about an inch in from the juncture of her thighs with her lower abdomen. She was probably going to have to trim even more if her mother let her get one of the two piece suits she was coveting.
She had also discovered (or rediscovered) the joys of masturbation. In her previous life, masturbation had been as much a vent for sexual frustration as it had been for pleasure. It was different now. She knew that she would find a partner when she was ready. Right now she was learning about her sensuality. She was learning how to orgasm properly: how to draw things out or how to bring herself to a rapid peak if the mood struck her.
Her explorations had found the evidence of her virginity, and she pondered how and when to take care of it. Right now she felt that she would wait. She had never had a sexual partner in her previous life, so in a sense, she was a forty-nine year old virgin and her mindset at the moment was that she would wait for the right person, someone who would be worth sharing the loss of her virginity with.
“Okay, you are 36” below your breasts, so you should be wearing a 40 band. Now just relax and we will get your cup size.” Marissa lifted and adjusted the cloth tape measure so that it measure across Cindy’s breasts. She insured that the tape was parallel to the floor. “My goodness you have grown. You are a full ‘B’. You are going to be a big girl, just like your mother.”
“Mom, since you changed, do they bother you at all. I mean, you are really, big now, and you’re still nursing Christine.”
“Thank goodness for His Wisdom’s magic. I can certainly tell the difference, and I need those special bras to keep them under control; however, they’re not uncomfortable. They work a lot better than they did with you and Tommy. I barely had enough for you two and I dried up pretty early. Now, they just keep producing and producing. I think there is a demand - supply thing. Christine should be weaned shortly, but there always seems to be exactly enough for her. I don’t have sore nipples or chafing. They are working perfectly, just like His Wisdom said they would.
“Just between us girls, there seem to be many more side benefits too. Your father, bless his boob loving heart, can’t leave me alone, and that’s fine with me. I hope you are as lucky as I am, because your father is a wonderful, considerate lover. He always was, but I think The Wizard may have done some tweaking. Some things are just a bit different, and I am not complaining one bit. We’re going to wait a bit longer, but I think there will be a little brother or sister coming along in a couple of years.
“Well, you certainly aren’t a waif. You are going to be a big girl. I don’t mean fat, unless you carried over some of those previous weaknesses. But, I don’t think that will really be a problem. You are about five-eight and might get a bit taller. Your proportions are really nice. Your hips are a bit big, larger than mine, but on you, that’s just fine. Your waist is a bit thick, but I think a lot of that’s due to baby fat. You should have a real hour glass figure in a year or two. You are going to have trouble keeping the boys away.”
Marissa paused for a moment, pondering what she was going to say next. “We’ve never talked about this before, but how do you feel about boys? I mean….”
“Mom, do you mean, am I attracted to boys? I think I am as far as a life partner is concerned. In the past I was attracted to girls because that was what I felt I should be. I thought men, sexually, were disgusting. I don’t feel that way any more. I know some boys at school who kinda turn me on. I mean I get these feelings. I kinda wonder what it would be like to have sex with them. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to have sex with a woman, too. I missed out on that before. The thing I think about a lot is just what it would be like to love someone forever; to wake up with that person by my side every morning and enjoy each other in that special way.
“Boys don’t turn me off, they don’t disgust me. If the right man comes along at the right time, I think I could be very happy with him. But, ---- if the right person happened to be a woman, I think that might work too: someone like Bobbie. I don’t think Bobbie feels that way, though. She is really into boys. I may have to watch her closely. Believe me, she is all woman; and, it might not take much for some handsome guy to trip her. She has posters of hunky men all over her bedroom. She gets kinda dreamy about some of them sometimes. I’ll have to admit some of them kinda turn me on, too.
“Mom, I’m sorry about that meltdown, I had last spring. The Wizard told me the other day that he knew I would have a rough time for a while, but that I had to work it out on my own. Using magic as a medicine to get me over some of the rough spots wouldn’t do me any favors in the long run. He told me that I wouldn’t always have things as easy as they have been, and that I was going to have to deal with adversity. I couldn’t always just wave a magic wand and make things get better.
“Speaking of wands, he says he wants Bobbie and me to start some practice with wands. He says we won’t always need them, but that they will help us focus our energy on the task. He said that sometimes wands are more for effect than anything else. He has Maddy doing all sorts of things. Have you seen what she can do to cockroaches?”
“I have, and it’s disgusting. I told her if she’s going to blow them up like that, she has to clean up all the body parts. Maybe The Wizard can teach you how to put up a barrier so the blasted things don’t come into the basement at all. I think that would be much more pleasant.
“Now that I have your measurement, let’s go to the mall. I was talking to Sally a while ago and she and Bobbie are going to come with us.”
Evan Sheisskopf surveyed the mall parking lot as he maneuvered his van up and down the aisles. The feeling had been getting stronger and stronger, and he knew he needed release soon or the headaches would be coming back. This was new territory for him; however, one mall was pretty much like the other. Shoppers were shoppers, and young girls pretty much acted the same way where ever he was.
Florida had been good, but after two episodes and then his subsequent ‘releases’, he knew that he had to move on. The authorities had found one of the bodies, and there had been a very grainy video of his van traveling through the parking lot of the mall. Fortunately, he had already rid himself of that van, and purchased a replacement. The previous van was at the bottom of a Florida sink hole. He had then gone north to Atlanta, where he managed to avoid any recurrences of his ‘problem’ for six months. Finally, the urges became too strong. He made his move in a shopping center north of downtown. It hadn’t been as good as some. He had probably used too much chloroform. She didn’t struggle very much and may have actually died before he was through with her. He sank the van in a limestone quarry, purchased a replacement and headed for Charlotte.
Money was not a problem for him, for there had been a sizable inheritance. Still he needed to occupy himself. He would travel from flea market to flea market, looking for anything that he could resell. He spent much of his time looking for pieces of silver, flatware and hollowware, that he could scrap out and make a little profit. If he found something that was good, he might sell it to an antique dealer or jeweler. He averaged four to five hundred dollars a month in profits: more than enough to keep him going.
Sometimes, he would settle down in a motel apartment for a few weeks or months. When the urges struck him, he would pull up stakes and move on, usually after satisfying his urges in the usual way. Now he was in Connecticut, and the urges were getting stronger. The mall seemed to be the ideal place for him to carry out what he needed to do. It was a week before school was scheduled to open, and there were many families and groups of teenagers getting their last minute shopping done. It was still early, only a bit after 10:00 AM, and there were many parking spots available.
Evan continued to cruise the lot. He saw a mall security car, and decided he’d better park so as not to draw attention. He pulled through the double parking row so that he was headed out of the slot, shut down the engine and waited. He rolled his window partly down and slouched in his seat, watching the traffic and shoppers through the heavily tinted widows.
It wasn’t long before the parking lot started to fill. The slot next to him stayed empty for quite a while. People don’t like to park next to vans because they obscure the view of traffic for a driver who is attempting to back out of the slot.
It was midday and starting to get hot in the van and the area around him was about fully occupied. He didn’t pay too much attention to the car that pulled in next to him until the two teenage girls and their mothers got out. The girls were young, but had the developing bodies that were almost too mature for his taste. Still, his growing erection made him seriously look at the possibility of snatching one or both of the girls; however, the presence of the girls’ mothers and the nearby security personnel made him decide this was not the time to attempt the snatch. He would have to wait for a better opportunity.
Comment: I don’t think I like where this is going; however, I have the advantage of many hours of research into the lives of Cindy, Bobbie, and the others. I know what’s going to happen, but you, the readers, will have to wait for a while. Sheisskopf: I remember that name from a novel I read in the 1960’s. I wonder if this guy is any relation.
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?
Cindy is safe and back with her friends and family. What did Maddy do to save the day? Where has The Wizard been? What will become of Evan Sheisskopf?
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.
Cindy was surrounded by her parents and friends. They gently removed the tape from her. She was shaking and trying to choke back sobs. It wasn’t working very well. By then, an ambulance that had been waiting down the road pulled up, and the medical technicians helped Cindy into the back so that they could check her out. The technicians didn’t pay much attention to the pretty little cat that was sitting in Cindy’s lap, and rubbing all over her.
Two of the troopers came over to the worried families. “We’re certainly glad that the girl’s okay. That guy’s confessing all sorts of things. He may be a serial killer from what he’s blabbing about. It’s real strange. The front of his Levi’s are burned through and he’s got some nasty burns around his crotch. We’ll get the medics to look at him as soon as they’re through with the young lady. She’s very lucky. We’ll be taking him to the station, and we’ll need everyone to come to the station to make a statement.
“My goodness that’s a big dog: where did he come from?” The startled trooper was looking right at The Wizard’s wolf.
The rest looked up to see The Wizard and the wolf standing beside the ambulance. Evan Sheisskopf was standing next to The Wizard, his eyes darting back and forth, but he obviously couldn’t move or say anything.
“Gentlemen, I’ll take care of things from here on. There’s been a minor accident only. That van ran the toll gate and the driver, an illegal alien, fled and can’t be found. You may go back to your patrols. Absolutely nothing else has happened. These fine folks stopped because they witnessed the driver go through the gate.
“You medics need to go down the road to the next town. There’s a woman in a convenience store going into labor. She needs you now.”
“Thank you for telling us, sir. We’ll go there immediately.” The ambulance took off down the road.
“Officers, thank you very much for your help. You can file your report. Be sure to tell the Border Patrol about a possible illegal alien in the area. He is probably the Romanian they have been looking for.”
The Toll Way Authority repairmen had already arrived and were starting to fix the destroyed gate.
“Okay, we have a lot to talk about. The shop will be in the mall. Meet us there as soon as you can. Mr. Sheisskopf and I will go now. Come on Wolf.”
Maddy and the wolf had been rubbing on each other, and the wolf had given several slurpy kisses to Cindy and Bobbie. He went to The Wizard’s feet, and The Wizard grasped Sheisskopf’s shoulder. There was a little ‘pop’ as they disappeared.
The families arrived at the mall about thirty minutes later. Cindy was feeling much better as the effects of the chloroform dissipated. Obviously, everyone was a bit shaken, but knowing that The Wizard was in control of things eased their minds considerably. Sure enough, the SRU shop was in its Hallmark Shop location.
The Wizard called to them as the door bell’s tinkle subsided. “We’re in the back.” They found the Wizard, Wolf and a very frightened Evan Sheisskopf. “Everybody have a seat. Have some tea. It will be very calming.” The three adults, two girls, and Maddy found there were comfortable chairs in an area that was much larger than the size of the store should have allowed. There were cups of hot tea next to the chairs. There was also a small dish of cream for Maddy.
“I would have Mr. Sheisskopf apologize to you; however, it would be an empty apology, meaningless.”
“As things now stand in this universe, the events of today never happened. Unfortunately, I can’t do anything about what Mr. Sheisskopf has done in the past. We have learned some valuable lessons, and we will never forget what happened; however, I am erasing the effects of the trauma. I don’t think it will be necessary for that to remain. That’s a very special tea, known for its calming effects.
“All of you have witnessed some of my work in the past, and know what most of the outcomes are. I have done them in that way because I knew something positive was going to happen because of them. I am afraid that a transition of that sort for Mr. Sheisskopf would be a reward he doesn’t deserve. There is absolutely nothing redeemable about Mr. Sheisskopf.
“How many young women have you kidnapped, raped, and murdered, Mr. Sheisskopf?”
“Twenty-seven.”
“Do you regret doing what you have done?”
“No sir, I enjoyed it very much. I have to, love to do it.”
“Okay, that’s enough. I just wanted everyone here to hear it from you.”
“This may not be pleasant for you folks to watch, but sometimes things like this must be done.”
The Wizard made a few passes, and Sheisskopf began to morph. He dropped to his hands and knees. His arms and legs modified as his clothes became a brown and white fur coat. In a matter of seconds he was a wobbly-legged newborn calf. The dried umbilical cord was still attached to his belly.
“That’s enough. Be gone with you.” The Wizard waved and the calf vanished.
“What’s going to happen to him?” Cindy asked.
“The same thing that happens to most male calves; I don’t think we need to discuss it any further.
“Well, that was a close one. I got your calls, but the sunspots affected their strength and garbled the message. I’ve fixed all your cell phones so that you may reach me directly, without going through the ether. That might be a bit more reliable sometimes. As their strengths improve Cindy, Bobbie and Maddy should be able to reach me without the phones; however, I want the parents to be able to reach me anytime.
“Maddy, that was quick thinking. I’m really proud of you.”
“What did she do,” Cindy asked. “The man screamed and dropped his knife, then he fell down and there was some smoke.”
“Tell them what you did, Maddy. I really liked your approach.”
“I made believe his knife was a giant cockroach. It heated up real good, didn’t it? Then I melted his zipper. It was brass. That was fun. I think it burned him pretty good.”
“Bobbie, you did something to those store security people. What did you do?” her mother asked.
“Cindy and I have been working on our powers of suggestion. That was the first time I was able to put it to use.”
“Does that mean you have been using those powers on me, young lady?”
“No mom, they don’t work on family. That wouldn’t be right.
“Cindy, you’ve got to see me in that bikini. It is awesome!”
Evan looked around and discovered he was amidst a herd of cows. He seemed to be closer to the ground than he was used to. He also felt hungry. He tried to stand but found that the only thing he could do was walk on all four legs.
A large cow next to him called, and he sidled over to her. Her milk filled udder was right there, and it looked very inviting. He moved in and grasped one of the teats in his mouth and began to nurse. It was very pleasant.
The days passed and he would nurse and play with the other calves. When he was hungry, he would find his mother. He knew her smell and could always find her. He was starting to eat the rich grass in the field. One day, some men on horses came and forced him and the other calves into a truck. They took him to another place and started feeding him rich hay and other fattening food. He and the other calves grew quickly on the rich diet. The men on horses came again and started roping the calves. They would put them on their sides and do something to them with a long rod. He realized they were branding the calves, and he didn’t think he would like that. He started to run, but the next thing he knew he was on his side.
He tried to tell the cowboys that he wasn’t really a cow, but the only sound he could make was a bawling sound. The branding hurt like hell.
“Hey look at this one. His dick’s all scarred. He ain’t going to be worth shit for breeding.”
“Yeah, hold him there for a second, and I’ll take care of it.”
One of the cowboys came over to him and knelt at his rear. He grabbed him and there was hard pressure and searing pain.
“Okay, that should do it. Throw a little of that powder on him. Boy, we’re gonna have a lot of fries tonight.”
He was herded with a group of other calves into a truck. The pain in his groin was becoming a dull ache and was soon forgotten. He wasn’t sure how long the ride was. The truck was very crowded, and he couldn’t have fallen if he wanted to.
Life after that seemed very pleasant. He was in a crowded yard with some of the calves he thought he recognized from earlier. There was a lot of food and he grew larger and larger. It may have been many months later, he wasn’t really sure, when he was forced into another truck and taken to a big building. There were hundreds of other cattle. He was gradually pushed with other cattle into a long, narrow aisle. He saw lots of men wearing what looked like long white raincoats. Some of his friends were calling for their mothers. ‘Stupid cows: their mothers are nowhere near here. I wonder what’s going on up there?’
Then he saw it. The steer in front of him was clamped into a cage-like thing. The man by the steer’s head put this big thing against the steer’s head. There was a bang and the steer’s legs buckled. The steer was kept from falling by the cage. Something was wrapped around the steer’s hind legs and the steer was lifted up. Somebody cut the head off and the blood gushed everywhere. Evan screamed in terror. ‘I’m not a cow. I don’t belong here. You’ve got to let me go!’
He was pushed forward and secured in place. Something was pushed against his forehead. There was a bang.
I don’t think there’s much to discuss. Every time I read this, it has a strong emotional affect on me. Maybe it’s because I am getting old and know that there is always finality to life as we know it.
The Lewis’s and Schmedlap’s went back to Nordstrom’s to finish their shopping. They would never forget the incident, they couldn’t, but The Wizard allowed them to get some emotional relief. Both girls got to buy some nicely provocative swim suits for their trip to the beach. We will pick up on their adventures later on as they enter high school. Thank you for reading. Thank you for your comments.
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