Are We There Yet?
By BillieBob

“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” ( Read the story to find out)
No warm fuzzy creatures were harmed in creating this!
Who said a Halloween story had to be scary? TISSUE ALERT!!!

My life really sucks big time. Stuck everywhere I look. A loveless marriage, at least from what I get from her. No matter what I say or do, I only get the cold shoulder. Also, a totally dead-end job as a traveling salesman. Don’t give me that crap about how great glamorous and fun filled that life is on the road. And don’t even bring up the subject of all the strange tail I get from all those lonely housewives. I hear enough accusations from my cold and indifferent wife!

Like: “Stewart Wilson, so who have you been screwing this week?”
Yes, that is my name. My shrew of a wife’s name is Tabitha. Lately, I’ve begun to suspect those accusations have been the result of a guilty conscience. That and other little tale tell signs that she’s been having an affair with another man. Signs like jewelry that I hadn’t bought for her starting to show up. Flowers being delivered in addition to those that I had ordered. Then the slinky and provocative dresses in our closets began to appear. Then lastly, the erotic lingerie I know I didn’t buy. I only noticed those outfits in the laundry hamper while adding my things to it. Never did I see her wearing those things at home while I was there. Was she dressing up for someone else? I know I have never strayed into another woman’s bed. That’s not for me.

And if I hear one more dumbass joke I’m going to puke right that idiot’s face!
It hasn’t always been like this. We married young, had our required 2.3 children. Okay, we had three, but I digress. We raised them. Well, more like my wife did, because with me being a salesman over the road, I was gone more than at home. Yes I regret missing a lot of the children growing up. All those happy memories I never got to enjoy. So here I am on the road again, but now a broken down old man in his fifties crying over lost treasures I never had a chance at. I made what was considered a very good living out selling all those inept so-called salesmen. Chasing the almighty dollar, for Corporate America, and my loving family. I get the feeling their idea of love would be to load the gun so I can eat a bullet.

The kids are all in collage getting a decent education courteous of yours truly. That is why I’m still on the road, to pay for their tuition and all the assorted costs. I hope to at least get a ‘thanks Dad’ when they graduate for all that I’ve done. I can’t remember the last time I’ve even gotten a card from any of them for any occasion. I wouldn’t be surprised if when I die they show up at the funeral to only piss in my open casket. Well, at least they’ll be well provided for. Two million dollars of whole life insurance, they should be able not have to worry about food, shelter, and basic living expenses.
It’s a good thing I’m not driving a semi with all the hours I’ve been on the road. I understand they’re required to have so many hours of down time in every 24 hours. The reason for the long hours is I don’t arrange the timing of the sales calls. You know, where and when. I suggested the idiot in the office to try to meet those appointments. They told me if I couldn’t handle it, I should quit and they’d get someone more capable of doing it. You’d think after 25 years with me being their top salesman they’d get smart and realize that it’d make more sense for me to fly cross country instead of driving. Now I see how profound the cliché about hindsight being 20/20. I have half a mind to borrow the maximum I can on my insurance, and go disappear. That’ll fix them all. What an ungrateful family that I have. They look almost as friendly as a school of piranha during a feeding frenzy. WHAT THE HELL…!

Damn, what are three little girls doing playing in the middle of the road? I managed to stop the car after almost crashing while skidding and spinning a couple of 360s. After I got out, checked my shorts so to speak, and made sure my heart was still beating, I looked back to yell at those silly girls for playing in the middle of the road, and… there was no one there! I know for a fact I saw them, and hoped I hadn’t hit them! I even turned the car around and slowly drove back to where the skid marks started. I stopped and got out to look around for those girls. I spent at the better part of an hour looking for them at least 100 feet off from the centerline on both sides of the road. Not a single sign they were ever there. This has got me stumped.

I was so worried I might have harmed those three lovely little girls. No, I’m not a pedophile. My only concern was for their wellbeing and the heartache their loss would have caused. What kind of irresponsible parent would let their children play unsupervised like that on or near a dangerous highway?

I finally gave up and headed back to the car. As I reached the car and went to open the door, I could have sworn I heard a giggle oh so faint, which caused me to look around. Now I’m sure someone, maybe those three girls are pulling a joke on me.

Several miles down the highway while meeting on-coming traffic, it happened again! I had no option, but to take a dive into the ditch along my side of the road! After the car came to a stop in the ditch, I rested my head in my hands. As I could hear a siren approaching, I didn’t think anything of it. I thought they were on a much more important call, and I was too busy trying rather futilely to gather my composer.

Imagine how high I jumped when I heard the sharp sound of someone rapping on the car window! I looked up to see the badge of a County Sherriff’s Deputy attached to the biggest cop I’ve ever set eyes on! I rolled the window down and asked, “Yes, officer?”

“Sir, may I see your driver’s license, registration, and proof of insurance please?”

“Yes sir.”
After I handed him all he requested and walking back to his cruiser, I sat there trying to work this all out while taking a drink from the bottled water I had in the car. I figured he was running my name and such looking for an excuse for stopping. After five to ten minutes, he came back.

“Mister Wilson, please step out of your vehicle.”

“Yes sir.” As I got out I wondered why the request as I knew I didn’t have anything legal pending such as tickets and such.
“Mister Wilson, I had observed your erratic driving, and have suspected you of driving under the influence. Do you mind performing a field sobriety test?”

“Sir, I don’t mind, but you’ll soon see I haven’t been driving under the influence of alcohol, or anything else.”

So, I performed all the tests and passed, leaving the deputy puzzled.
“So, Mister Wilson, can you explain yourself well enough so I don’t cite you for inattentive as well as reckless driving?”

“I don’t think you’d believe me. Even I find it hard to believe.”
“Try me and let me be the judge of that. I’ve been patrolling these highways over twenty years.”

“I’m not too sure what I’d seen, but this was the second time today. I saw three little girls playing in the middle of the highway, and had almost hit them. The strange parts are when I’d see them. Normally, you’d someone if they are on the highway from a far distance at first. Not with these three girls. All of a sudden there they are and I barely have a chance to avoid hitting them. Earlier today I went back to look for them in case I did hit them and render aid, or ask where their parents were for allowing them out there. But there wasn’t a sign of them.

“Are you claiming to have seen ghosts?”
“I’m not sure. But as I went to get back in my car I thought I heard what sounded like little girls faintly giggling.”
“Well, I believe you only because you aren’t the first to report that. Tell you what, since you’ve been honest with me I’ll cut you a break, and just give you a warning on one condition. I escort you down the highway to the nearest town to a diner with a motel next door. You get yourself a good meal at the diner, and a good night rest next door at the motel. You refuse and we might have a problem. I can’t let you travel in this condition. I’m only concerned for your and others safety. It’s only about five miles or so.”
“Okay Deputy, I can do that. Frankly, seeing those girls and everything has gotten me spooked.”

So after Stewart had gotten his car out of the shallow ditch they proceeded on to the next town. It was the typical small village with the diner, motel, one general store/post office, a gas station, several farms, and about twenty houses. As they entered the diner, introductions were made, and the deputy told the owner of the diner he had a client for him. Stewart thought that was worded strangely till he found out that Gus also owned the motel, not thinking that the word customer should have been used instead.

Gus, being the perfect diner operator poured both Stewart and the deputy a cup of coffee after they both sat down.

“Uh, Deputy, if you’re concerned I’ll take off as soon as you leave, please don’t worry. I realized I need to stay the night here and get some rest. I’d rather get to my next sales call late than not at all.” Stewart said.

“No, that isn’t why I stayed. I needed a break for dinner. Oh, by the way we’re on a first name basis here. I’m Mike,” as he held out his hand to shake.

“Oh, okay I’m Stewart. If you’re uncomfortable with that, you can call me Stew.”

“Say Gus, Stew here has a tale to tell you about the Carlson triplets.”

“You… you mean it’s true?” asked Stewart.

“I can’t say it is, can’t say it isn’t. Just from what I’ve heard. So tell me your tale, Stew.” Gus answered.

So Stewart did tell, about both times it happened. Mike and Gus would give each other that knowing look at various parts of the tale. Near the end, they nodded ever so slightly to each other in turn as a signal in agreement. What Stewart didn’t know was they were deciding whether he was the right one. Right now, he was in the running. The running for what you ask? Not yet, as it is almost, but not quite Halloween and time was running out. No more of next year to try to find the ideal candidate for their purpose. This was the last and final year to right that wrong from so long ago. The very future of mankind depended upon it!

Stewart picked up the menu and began to read through it. The funny thing was he kept going back to the listing of the Home Style Turkey Diner. So he finally selected that. Even though he was married, he hadn’t had an actual home cooked meal in ages. Especially at home as that was too far beneath his wife to bother with. Just another factor in the sorry state of his life.

Mike hung around and asked subtle questions about Stewart’s life. Before he knew it, he was telling them all of the sad details, essentially everything, including his suspicions about his wife. The more he told them, the more they were convinced he was the very ideal one they’ve been looking for. And all he thought was they were only exchanging pleasantries about things like the weather. Because they saw into his very soul revealing his kind nature, and his so-called family wouldn’t miss him so terribly.

Stewart excused himself to go to the men’s room. While on his way back to his seat he glanced at an old yellowed flier in a frame on the wall. What he saw caused him to stagger, almost falling down, for there were those identical triplets pictured on the flier! After he regained his footing he read it. The details were more shocking. It was one of those asking for information regarding the hit and run accident resulting in the death of the pictured girls. It went on to tell how they had snuck out to go trick or treating that afternoon. Soon Stewart’s tears were flowing freely down his cheeks. The next thing he was aware of was sitting down pretty much in a daze.

“Hey Stew, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” offered Gus.

Poor Stewart could only nod, hold up three fingers, and point in the direction of the flier on the side wall. Then break down and sob uncontrollably with an overwhelming wave of grief and sadness. Now, Gus and Mike knew for certain he was the one they had so desperately searched for. And the goal was in sight, finally! They did what they could to comfort poor old Stewart. They had told how that was their local sad tale. Everyone had loved those three beautiful angels. Even though it happened back in 1976, it hadn’t left the minds and hearts of all the local townsfolk. The grief is still felt by one and all. The driver had never been caught.

“Where’s the parents?” asked Stewart, somewhat under control.
“Their father had abandoned them before they were born. Their mother was so overcome with so much grief she committed suicide by taking an overdose of sleeping pills.” Mike answered.

“Until today I thought my life was crap. Except for the father, I can’t say how bad I feel for them. I’ve never heard of anything so bad.” said Stewart. “I’d like to settle up now and get a room please. I’m so beat I think I can sleep on a bed of nails.”

“Sorry Stew, you’re out of luck as to the bed of nails, but the beds in my motel are quite comfortable,” Gus said with a chuckle. “And don’t worry about settling up right now. We can take care of that in the morning. Let’s get you set up with a room.”

“Great. In the meanwhile I’ll call home to let my wife know I’ll be delayed and not sure how soon I’ll get home.” Stewart said while pulling out his cell phone out.
“Sorry but this is a no signal area. Cell phones don’t work here, but you’re welcome to use one of the phones here,” Gus answered.

When Stewart had gotten in his room, he looked around and was pleasantly surprised as the room was much better than he had expected. He picked up the receiver and dialed for an outside line. Then he made the call home. On the eighth ring it was answered. There was very loud music and generally loud party sounds in the background.

“HELLO? I’M SORRY YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO SPEAK UP!
“HELLO! I’M TRYING TO CONTACT TABITHA!”

“WHAT?”

“I SAID I’M TRYING TO CONTACT TABITHA!”

“SORRY! SHE ISN’T HERE! SHE’S OUT WITH HER BOYFREIND! HER IDIOT HUSBAND FINALLY KICKED THE BUCKET AND SHE DECIDED TO CELEBRATE BY FIRST MAXING OUT HER CREDIT CARDS SINCE HE LEFT HER SITTING PRETTY!”

“Oh.”
“WHAT WAS THAT?”

That was when I hung up the phone.

Numb.

‘So, this is what death is like. Just like a perverted brand of cereal. Chuck full of crap, and more crap. It would have been poetic justice if I had forgot to pay my life insurance premium. At least I don’t THINK I did. How ironic if I did forget and she’s thinking she going to get 2 million and find out the policy had lapsed after maxing her cards out. Oh hell, I just remembered I didn’t mail the check! It’s in an envelope in my desk drawer. The check was for the current 3 months, starting 2 months ago, and the grace period is only 30 days!

‘What? There’s that giggling again. This sucks even more. Not only I’m dead, I’m also losing my mind! I wonder if the dead can get drunk. This would be a good time to have a few. What harm can it do? I’m already dead! I wonder if Gus has anything to drink. I guess I’ll try. What’s the worst that could happen? Not see or hear me of course!’

“Hey Gus, do you have any liquor around here?”

‘Hey Stew, sure I have.”

“Gus? A funny thing happened when I called home. I was told I was dead. How can that be? The dead can’t make phone calls.”

“I know all about it buddy. Don’t worry about a thing. Here’s a bottle and I’ll tell you something. You’ve been given a very special gift. The first part was the phone call. As for the rest, you’ll have to wait till morning to understand all of it. All I am allowed to say is it is a very special gift that happens only once every 10,000 years. Take the bottle and head back to your room. You’ll find ice in the ice bucket in the bathroom. And as for the bottle of booze, you can drink as much as you want tonight because you won’t get very drunk, or have a hangover in the morning. It’s part of the gift for tonight. Have a good night’s rest. Tomorrow will be a whole new life.”

“Don’t you mean a whole new day?”

“Goodnight Stewart Wilson. You’ll know in the morning.”

“Goodnight Gus. For some reason I also want to say ‘Thank you for everything’. You’re a real angel.”

“You’re welcome, and just between you and I, yes I know I’m an angel.”

And after Stewart had gotten back to his room, he had only one small drink. Apparently, to say goodbye to an old tired life. In the morning waking up totally refreshed and had gotten ready for the next leg of the car trip. After starting the engine giggles were heard. Looking in the rear view mirror those three sweet girls in the back seat all belted in and full of smiles. Stewart was mostly gone now. The body was all changed, becoming their mother. Stewart and Victoria shared the mind. Stewart didn’t mind at all with that arrangement. He was happy to have a fresh start with a happy, loving family. In the passenger seat in front was the girl’s nanny/tutor. It wasn’t common knowledge, but she was also know previously as Mike the Deputy Sherriff when not a guardian angel.
After Vicky turned the radio on the girls started in with their little game. All together as one they chanted:

“Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet?” With a lot of difficulty, getting it out with so much giggling.

“Girls? Don’t make me send the Tickle Monster back there.” Vicky said with a grin.
The girl loved when mom made that threat. Because they knew the odds were in their favor with their three to Mom’s one set of fingers to tickle with! After finding an oldies station on the radio they started out on the road. A song was introduced. It was from 1966 called “Oh So Happy by Shades Of Blue”. Of course the girls and mom knew it and sang along. Mom sang the lead, and the girls singing like beautiful angels sang the chorus.

Oh, how happy
You have made me
Oh, how happy
You have made me

I have kissed your lips a thousand times
And more times than I can count I have called you mine
You have stood by me in my darkest hour

In our years together, we have had stormy weather
But our love has been so strong that somehow we've carried on

Girl, you brought joy to my delight
And all that was wrong, you have made it right
And I love, I love, I love you

Oh, how happy
You have made me
Oh, how happy
You have made me

(Oh, how happy) oh, how happy
(Oh, how happy) oh, how happy
(Oh, how happy) you.....

(You have made me) you have made me
(You have made me) you have made me
(You have made me) you have made me....

As Victoria/Stewart was singing with their beloved girls they couldn’t stop thinking about how happy they both were to have them back, safe and sound. Of course there were a few tears of joy. Now, on to their new life!

Epilog: Victoria went on to a moderately successful singing career, well enough to pay tuition for all three girls to get a top of the line education in the finest colleges. Their high grade point average also gave them their pick of the best to attend, all graduating with honors. The first born majored in medicine to eventually fulfill her role in stopping a worldwide pandemic, left unchecked would have killed over 95% of the world’s population. Through her efforts she developed a vaccine. As a result, 40% survived. The second born majored in energy research. Eventually finding a new source of clean, safe, and cheap energy. The oil producing nations weren’t happy at first, but the world still needed oil for industrial and other uses such as lubrication. The third born went with two majors. Physics and law. Eventually she was appointed to the US Supreme Court to help with some very historical decisions.

Author’s note: If I threw you with the song, I urge you to listen to it. I’m sure you can find it at a number of places such as You Tube. The idea for this story started with remembering an old Twilight Zone episode with Ingor Stevens. I think it was titled “Going My Way?” where she kept seeing a hitchhiker along the road. Calls home and finds out mom is sedated because she had gotten news of her only daughter’s death.
If I had to stop several times and wipe the tears, blow my runny icky nose I thought there’d be at least one other who’d like it. I was listening to the song on an MP3 player while pondering the storyline. That’s when it got real hard to deal with.
Oh, I forgot. And they all lived happily ever after. ( I really couldn’t resist )

The End

If I Offend Thee
By BillieBob

If I offend thee, please let me know

If I offend thee, please let me know
for it wasn't intended, just so you know
what's important to me doesn't matter
in the grand scheme of things I'm only pleather

There's too much hurt the world exists I must not add no more
I only wish to help those many others so greatly soar

I've realized may have caused some pain
and it acts upon me like a drain
to give me a great dressing down
the result of which gives me a terrible frown

My only wish to date is this
is to grant you your most happy wish
and to cause you all to smile
for we only just exists for just a little while

I've thought to die and blink out to be no more
and realized if I did I'd offend those near even more
and hang my head in oppressive shame
without a shred of solitary fame
with acceptance of all the blame

So I offer this with a tear
to only hold those oh so dear
whether they are truly far or near
and my passage leaves good tidings
and not just a bloody smear

Intuition and Premonition
By BillieBob

Do you believe in either one? Would you even want to? A blessing or curse, or both!

Intuition and Premonition

The tale I have to tell may just make a believer out of you. At one time I thought both belonged in one of those supermarket tabloids. Or maybe those that had the unmitigated gall to even claim such nonsense was in serious need of medication, a strait jacket, and a padded room with a view. My personal opinion now is much different. A whole lot different!

First it was just those little things. A little something would happen here, nothing for a while, then another little something would happen there. No one thing stands out too much in memory till maybe now that I look back about twenty years or so. Maybe as much as twenty-five years. For example I remember that little thing told me to hesitate just for ten, or twenty seconds after the traffic light turned to green one rainy day. Good thing, because just about then a car went across in front of me from the left going over the speed limit by 20 MPH easily. I would’ve had that car in my left side. This was way before airbags. If I was lucky, I would have ended up in intensive care. Hence, you wouldn’t be reading this.

Then there was the case where I left extra early for work one morning. Later that day I heard from a co-worker there was an accident about halfway to work on the same road I traveled that morning.

My feeling, or intuition wasn’t 100% reliable. Two weeks after buying a brand new 1987 Mercury Topaz, the one with what they called the “High Output Engine” (the valve cover on top was a casting not stamped sheet metal), and loaded with all the options including all wheel drive. Now before you say something like I’m full of shit, tell me why there was a rocker style switch on the dash to engage the rear drive. Then there’s the little giveaway such as a transfer case and drive shaft to the rear differential, and axles in back. Later I found out where they snaked the brake cable to the rear. Just under the floor pan above the drive shaft, and above some sort of damn shield. That’s also where they had put one of those splices in like a “Y” shape. To connect it without dropping said pieces to get at it I had to use one of them spring loaded grabber things you push a plunger. There, I proved it was all wheel drive, but not full time.

Where was I. Oh yes, two week old then car that had cost over 14 thousand dollars. I had hit a damn deer. That’s why I don’t do day trading.
Over the years we would go to stock car races. Two of the tracks we went to was at The Milwaukee Mile. Another was Slinger Super Seedway. My cousin raced at Slinger, with some success. Like three track championships. I won’t bore you with a long list of the drivers we watched there over the years. Let’s just say many of them went on to compete in Nascar’s Cup division. Most notable was The 1992 Winston Cup Champion Alan Kulwicki. Naturally we would pull for him to succeed in his career.

If you follow the schedule, they still race at Pocono Pennsylvania twice a year. In June, and also July. Alan Kulwicki had introduced the concept of using a transmission with overdrive there and shifting on the front straightaway. On Saturday, the day before the Cup race on Sunday I went outside on the front porch to have a cigarette. I don’t remember if I was thinking about the Sunday race, but at some point I remember like I was hearing, or almost hearing, or just thinking the words, “Alan Kulwicki is dead”.

Well that certainly gave me a case of the willies! I shook myself and told myself mentally that it was silly, or stupid. I didn’t think of those words for a long time. Then that fateful night after getting home, showered, and into bed after working second shift, my wife rolled over in bed and said, “Alan Kulwicki is dead”. She also said she had taped it on the VCR and the taped was cued up to watch the report. Naturally I went back downstairs and watched it because of it being April first and all.
We went to his wake at the funeral home in Milwaukee. Well, I think it was Greenfield. We got in line with everyone else to pay our respects. We as in my wife, my mother, and me. When we got to the point of being next in line to the casket they called for to start the service. Contrary to what they had Robert Duvall say in the movie Days of Thunder, race car drivers do go to drivers funerals. After the long walk back to the car and I got in I had remembered that thing the previous June or July. I turned to my wife in the car and told her about it. I couldn’t really read the look she gave me. Maybe something like as if to say ‘I don’t doubt you’.

That whole thing made a believer out of me to some degree at that point. Then the guilt ate at me. All of the would haves, should haves, and could haves for months it troubled me. I mustn’t forget to mention the depression and agonizing over not doing anything about it beforehand. Then finally logic and rational thought kicked in like what if someone tried to contact me with that kind of information. Naturally I would have thought they had a screw loose.

We don’t attend many races anymore. Last year once at Milwaukee, and once near Madison, Wisconsin.
I know this may seem like a fictional story, but it isn’t. I hope to God I never, ever experience anything like that again. Whether you believe it or not, it’s your right. This wasn’t meant for the Halloween Theme. Just something I had to get off my chest.

Another fact: I can’t pick winning lottery numbers either.

The only thing I can predict with 100% accuracy is one day I will die, and the rest of the world will move on without me.

One of My Teachers
By BillieBob

Ever get a crush on one of your teachers in school?
If you’re lucky, you only make a fool of yourself!
Another tale that’s a ‘little different’. Like me.

Contains references to sexual activity between consenting adults. If you are an adult you can’t read it.
I mean if you aren’t.

Chapter One
In the beginning, there was Man…. Oops, sorry wrong story.
My name is Phillip Wright. Or rather it was up until starting my freshman year in High school. Then things started to change on the first day in English class. I saw her, my English teacher, Miss Faith Simonson. She looked like Audrey Hepburn a little, but with red hair. Same hair style, but the most gorgeous red hair I ever saw. I still turn to jelly just looking back and remembering. It didn’t take long for me to realize she knew or sensed how I felt. You know, that all-knowing little grin, perhaps a little smug. Looking back that look said, “Welcome to my web, said the spider to the fly.” Yes, I most certainly felt like the fly. Immobilized wrapped within those high tension silken threads, tightly bound, unmoving. Every day was pure torture in her classroom. It was a wonder I earned a passing grade. I believe she graded me on a curve. So enraptured was I with her overpowering beauty and charm. Her 6 foot height towered over my meek 5 foot 8 inches. I wonder if I looked as foolish to her as to the rest of the class. Slowly I survived till the summer break between Sophomore and Junior year when I turned 18. Yes, 18 because of being held back in Grade School.

Then I saw her. It was in a large town in the next county in the parking lot of a supermarket. There she was, as beautiful as ever. I was drawn to her like a moth to the flame. We started talking about things. To this day I don’t remember what we said during the conversation. I can only guess my age was one of them. I forgot why I went there before seeing her. Maybe to shop for groceries since it was a supermarket.

I remember we went out to dinner someplace, and ate something. After that we ended up at her place for dessert and some wine. At some point we ended up in her boudoir. There I had received my first shock. When our clothes were discarded I saw she was a fully functioning hermaphrodite! Well, maybe it wasn’t a shock. Just a surprise! Then began my education in earnest! I went from a fumbling virgin who didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground to an accomplished sexual partner. It was truly a religious experience giving and receiving pleasure. We were very discreet during all that time.

Then during my junior year a week before Halloween she seemed to grow cold. She wouldn’t see me. She wouldn’t talk with me. And all that time I thought that she cared as deeply for me as I did for her. I begged and pleaded and groveled, finally wearing her down.
“Oh my dear sweet boy, it’s not safe for you to see me at this time.” She said.
“Is that what I am? Just a boy, not even a man?” I asked. “What do you mean it’s not safe, is there someone threatening you?”
“No, it’s me. I’m the one who’ll endanger you if you see me at this time.” She said.
“I don’t care. I love you. If you turn me away you may as well cut out my heart, because I’ll be just as dead.”
She started to cry at that point, leaning on my shoulder. I gently guided her inside her home and took her into her bedroom. There, I gave her comfort.

The next morning I woke up, and saw how peaceful she looked still sleeping. I think I fell in love even more. As I laid there watching her gently breathing I realized I needed to use the bathroom. I rolled over and got an overpowering shock. The sensation of two rather large breasts on my chest! What was my next reaction? Well, to scream you silly goose! Of course that woke her up and she spent the next half hour calming me down. Sure she calmed me down! By carrying me into the bathroom and not too gently dumping me in the tub/shower and spraying me with ice cold water! I finally stopped fainting and or throwing up. She then climbed in and lovingly cleaned the both of us up.

Later after drying me and then brushing out my now red hair in her boudoir, stood me in front of a full length mirror. There we stood. The same as far as equipment goes. Redheaded hermaphrodites! Granted, she was still a couple of inches taller than me, but we were alike enough to be related.

“Phillip, now do you see why I said it wasn’t safe for you?” Faith asked.
As I stood there with tears still streaming down my cheeks and splashing against my breasts, I nodded my head. As I looked down I saw I was the same there too! I guess I forgot for a moment. Perhaps wishful it was thinking instead. What was I going to do? What about my family? She must have read my mind as to a solution.

“Well it looks like I gained a niece.” Faith offered.
“What?”
“Do you have a better idea or notion?”
“No, I don’t have any ideas. But what about my family, and the fact of Phillip disappearing?” I asked.
“We’ll take one step at a time. Things have a way of working out on their own sometimes. Have a little faith.” She giggled.
“You’re a riot, Alice. How do I go back and finish school? What about identification and everything?” I asked.
“Don’t you worry you pretty little head, I have ‘connections’.” She said. “But first things first we have to get you dressed and to my doctor.”
“Why?”
“To get you on birth control pills, or you’ll end up pregnant you silly goose.”
“Oh. Are you saying both my ‘innie and outie’ are functional?” I asked, blushing.
“Yes, you win the prize. That’s why the birth control pills. In theory you could possibly knock yourself up. Also we get you your identification all sorted out. And then we get to go SHOPPING!” She enthused.
“Okay.”
“Cheer up, it could’ve been worse.”
“WHAT? HOW WORSE COULD IT GET?” I screamed.
“Well, you could’ve ended up looking like a troll or maybe like Medusa.”
“Whoopty-fucking-doo-dah-day.”
SMACK!!!
“As my niece I’ll expect better behavior out of you young lady!”
“Yes Auntie.”
“That’s much better, Priscilla.” She said while kissing the hand print she left on my cheek. Right where she bitch-slapped me.
“What? YOU HIT ME!” I said still a little slow.
“Well are you still going to call yourself Phillip? You look a little too girly for that name.”
“I guess so.”
“Now let’s get all made up and dressed. You need to meet your public, you know.” She giggled.
“I suppose so.” Gag me with a fork.
“ALRIGHTY THEN, LET’S GET TO IT!”

Chapter Two
I wasn’t enthused. I was still in shock. Make that catatonic. Something like a zombie, but without the smell of rotting flesh peeling and dropping off. First was the most embarrassing part, the lingerie. Her panties, hell her thong had fit okay I guess. Damn thing riding in my crack. I kept trying to dig it out. Her giggling and slapping my hands drove me crazy. We almost came to blows. Then her bra came next. I think I’m a bit bigger than her. She stopped giggling. Serves her right! The Damn Bitch! Oh no, I think I’m having PMS, or hormonal overload! Then a garter belt under the thong. It’s still digging in my ass! I don’t know how women wear this crap. Then nylons and a skirt were next. Don’t ask what colors. I was still sorta zoned out. Then some 3 inch heels that were a little tight on her, but fit me just fine. And then a bunch of jewelry and perfume to finish me off. I felt finished alright!

She guided me out to her car. The rest was a blank. I think at some point we dropped our purchases off at home. The next thing I’m aware of is sitting in a restaurant with my new auntie and two men! They kept buying me drinks. Not just the men, auntie too! I fought a valiant battle to empty those glasses, but at last, I went down defeated. I don’t remember if I ever ate anything that night. The last thing I do remember is the restaurant and then waking up the next afternoon in bed naked with one of those men!
BARF TIME! Ewww!

I barely made it to the bathroom to pray before the porcelain god. And pray. And pray some more. I must have looked like a Muslim or Buddhist bowing and such. I almost banged my poor little head too.
Now for the embarrassing part, I won’t tell you what other mess I found! Sorry, you guessed.

My next thought was hoping I wasn’t pregnant. That’s all I need right now. I have to remember to ask Auntie about the morning after pill. Better safe than sorry.
Since I was in there and almost feeling human, I figured I may as well get cleaned up and start looking the part. Afterwards I snuck back into the bedroom and got a nightie and robe on. As I looked over to the bed I noticed big dark and hairy was still sawing logs. Add ugly and smelly to that too! I must have been blind and paralyzed drunk to end up in bed with that! I wonder if his name is Mongo or some real intelligent name. I know, Roto-Rooter! With that thought I made my way out to the kitchen for some coffee to get the taste of last night out of my mouth. I’m glad I don’t remember last night, and sure as hell don’t want to! Never again will alcohol touch these lips! I swear, never again! GAAAAHH! Shut up about famous last words and such drivel.

I decided to let everyone else sleep in. I still need to figure my life out. Make that my future life. I’d go wake up Auntie with a cup of coffee, but with her still bigger than me, no way! One ass-whooping was enough! I think I’m going to look into taking a self-defense class. Hmm what do they call it? Take a wacky or some such stuff. God, I got red hair less than a day and I think I’m turning blonde! Could it get any worse? Yes, I just realized it can. My other, ‘Auntie Flow’! After I managed to keep down my second cup of coffee and those gnomes stopped beating on the inside of my head, I tempted fate and try a piece of dry toast. Soon I heard signs of life as the slackers stumbled into the kitchen obviously hung over.

(“One of my teachers” will probably be continued if possible.)

Authors Notes: I have to lay blame where it should go for the trigger that caused this story, the author of Choices, Dorothy Colleen. One factor is true. I did have a red headed English teacher in the ninth grade, and I was in lust with or for her, being a horny teenager. And I did see her in the supermarket parking lot years later, but I wasn’t alone. I was accompanied by the one who became my wife. Ahh… she really was a looker. And single too!

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Chapter One
 
My name is Eric. I’m 22 years of age, medium height, build, with longish brown hair. My wife’s name is Cassandra. Also 22 years of age. Standing only one inch shorter than my 5’ 7”, with an attractive shapely figure. Beautiful enough to attract the attention of other men, and a few women in public too!

We’ve been married for only two years, not long enough to really know each other very well. At least that was what I thought! One evening at home Cassandra asked me what I wanted to do for Halloween.
“I don’t know Cassie, I hadn’t given it much thought.” I said.
“Well Eric, I was thinking of maybe getting dressed up and going to a party.”
“Okay, sounds fine with me.” I said. Was that a smirk I see momentarily? No, it must be just my imagination. “What kind of party?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Something different I suppose. We do have a month to decide though.” Again, that same smirk. What gives?
“Have you already got something up your sleeve?” Now the look on her face is the typical ‘Who Me’ look dripping with child-like innocence. Of course she’s wearing a sleeveless dress to complete the look, brushing up imaginary sleeves and responding with a fair imitation of the cartoon character Bullwinckle Moose, “Noth’in up my sleeves!”
“Hardy dee har har, very funny Cassie.”
“Now look Eric, I’m just trying to come up with some ideas for Halloween is all.”
“Oh, okay. You had me worried. I haven’t come up with anything very creative. Only lame, or boring at best.”
“Hmm, I’ll go see my girlfriends and see what we come up with. It should be pretty good.”
Girlfriends? Shouldn’t that be girl and friends? With that Cassie started putting on the heat.

“Eric, it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed.” And with that she leaned over and gave me a very sensual kiss.
Since I know when to take a hint, subtle or otherwise I answered with, “Sure thing dear. Just let me make sure the house is locked up.”

The lovemaking was more like raw sex. She was like an animal. At one point we were in the classic missionary position with me on top. Then the next thing I know she had flipped me over and had pounced on top reseating herself for the proper connection.

Wow! What had gotten into her? Other than me that is! She then started to use her tongue all over me wherever she could reach. Deep French kisses, moving along my cheek, down along my jawline. Then working on my ears, down the nape of my neck! Then turning up the heat even more, she began to lick, massage, nibble, and bite all over my torso! I completely lost it when she had a nipple in her hand tweaking and lightly pinching while using her lips, tongue, and teeth on the other nipple almost getting a squeal out of me, causing my toes to curl till they cramped! When I thought she couldn’t turn it up any more she proved me wrong and started to clamp down and rode me hard, and squeezing my chest like I had breasts! Okay, I have to admit that is when I actually began to squeal! Now I began to get scared! I never saw her like that before!

Then ever so gently slowly rocking atop me, placing gentle licks and kisses all over me. Now she didn’t seem so scary. Slowly she rolled off to lay beside me with a very contented look across her face. Then starting to snuggle into my neck.

“Eric, I guess I got a little carried away.”
“Yes, I guess you did at that. What is the saying? ‘Rode hard and put away wet’?”
Giggle “Eric, I love you.”
“I love you too, Cassie. More than life itself.”
Little did I know what that last part would be construed so literal!

Chapter Two
A week later at an informal dinner party among friends, mostly Cassie’s friends the subject of Halloween came up.
“So Eric, what are you and Cassie planning for Halloween?” said Frank.
“I dunno Frank. I’m sure Cassie has something cooking. Before you ask, I don’t know but I get a feeling she has something. She won’t tell me anything.”
“My Sarah won’t say anything also. You don’t suppose whatever it is they’re plans are somehow connected?”
“Good question. It’s beginning to look like a conspiracy among the two of them. No, now I’m starting to sound paranoid, even to myself.”
We laughed it off as being silly.

Just then the girls walked up to us looking cheerful and… turned on?
“So boys, what’s the hot topic for tonight?” asked Cassie.
“We were talking about Halloween and what you two are cooking up. Any hints?” I asked.
In unison they both answered “No, we want it to be a surprise and stop asking.” I think they’ve been rehearsing that line.

“Oh. Can we ask any questions about Halloween?” I asked.
“That’s one you can ask.” Sarah replied with. (giggle giggle)
“When is this plan set to happen?” Frank asked.
After whispering back and forth, Cassie answered with “Friday night, October thirtieth. It may last all weekend till Sunday night.”
“That’s a long time for a party. Nobody will be worth a damn come Monday morning.” I said.
“Oh, there will be plenty of time for sleeping!” Sara smirked.
“Alright, it’s time to get you boys home. We have things to do.” Cassie said.
Why do I have a very bad feeling?

After we got home, we had a repeat of the week before. Yes, the intense sex marathon. Not that I’m complaining. Not by a long shot. But… the start was… different. I’m embarrassed to describe it. The short and least embarrassing description would be is that she rode my face! I don’t have a problem going down on her. I know she enjoys it for a fact. But how rough she got what was so embarrassing. I felt… intimidated. Like a girl might become with an over aggressive guy. Now I truly knew the meaning of ‘Rode hard and put away wet’. Afterwards it didn’t seem so embarrassing. Kind of kinky to tell you the truth. Then I remembered an old commercial advertising a toy for girls called “My Little Pony”. Strange to say the very lest!

During our after sex cuddle she asked, “Eric, did you mean it?”
“What was that?”
“That you love me more than life itself?”
“Ye.. Yes Cassie dear I did. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before meeting you, or since. If I lost you I think I’d whither up and die.”
“Oh Eric, that’s the most romantic thing I ever heard! But now we need to plan for our Halloween thing. Come on. Get up so I can measure you.”
“Why do you need to measure me? You know what size clothes I wear.”
“Eric, you silly thing. I need exact measurements for your costume.”
“Costume? You didn’t say that was going to be a costume party!”
“Oh. I guess it slipped my mind.” Slipped her mind?
More like a evasion of the truth now that I think about it. So up I got while she got a sewing tape out. When she get that? She doesn’t sew. I’ve been measured for a tuxedo so I know what that entails. But these measurements that she recorded were more for a woman. Again with that scary feeling.

The next week and a half we spent more time in bed than on our honeymoon. Little did I know she was conditioning me. Thursday came around and somebody at work said something about the long weekend I was going to have, and to enjoy it. Huh?

“What do you mean?”
“You forgot you have scheduled tomorrow off?”
“I guess so. Things have been a little hectic because of the end of the month and all.” I know for a fact I did no such thing. Was Cassie going behind the scenes with her little party plans? I’ll have to ask her for more information. If I can’t get any answers, I’m simply not going to whatever she’s planning.

“Honey, I’m home!” Cassie at least sounded cheerful. Maybe not for long with what I’m going to be asking! I’m more than a little pissed off, dammit!
“Honey, Eric? Why don’t you answer me?”
“I’m a little upset with you. Maybe pissed off would be more accurate.”
“Why?”
“Well, the secret Halloween party or whatever thing is one thing I don’t mind. It’s finding out I’m scheduled tomorrow off and I know I didn’t schedule a day off!”
“Yes you did. Look at your calendar.”
So just to settle that I went into the den and did look. There it was. In my own handwriting, and circled in red! What is going on here? I was so sure I didn’t do no such thing. I still don’t remember doing that. I came back out to the living room.
“Okay Cassie. I have tomorrow off. Why?”
“You still don’t remember? To get ready for the party!” And with that she started to cry. And cry. That’s when I couldn’t stand it anymore. Anything to turn off the water works.

“Cassie. You have to understand. I don’t remember anything about that party, other than it being on Friday night. Everything else has been a big secret between you and Sarah. I’m sure Frank also has no clue. I’m sorry, but I don’t know or remember being told anything else.”
“Okay Eric. I wanted it all to be a surprise. Sarah wanted it to be a surprise with Frank too.”
“So why do I need to take the whole day off?”
“Because it will take that long to get us ready with all the preparation. Mostly for you.”
“What do you mean mostly for me?”
I’ve made an appointment for you at 8AM.”
“Where?”
“That’s one of the surprises. You’ll see when we get there. I just need to get a few things and take them out to the car.”
“What things?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about those boring things dear.” Again, with that little smirk and a giggle.

“Okay. I see you still want to keep secrets about all of this.” Sigh.
“Cheer up. You’ll just love it. Trust me.”
“Don’t say that!”
“Don’t say what?”
“Trust me. When a used car salesman says that, what he’s really saying is ‘fuck you’. As a matter of fact the last time one did say that to me I told him, ‘Don’t swear at me’.”
“That’s a good one. I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Okay, I’ll just finish my coffee and toast while browsing the morning paper.” I’ll be glad when this whole Halloween nonsense is done and over with.
“Time for us to get a move on Eric.”

When we got to the car Cassie said she was driving and I was to be wearing a blindfold. More of those damn secrets. I really didn’t like where this was going. All kinds of thoughts started going through my mind during the forty minute ride. Each succeeding thought scarier. Finally words of relief.
“We’re here Eric. Isn’t this exciting?”
“Marvelous.”
“Don’t be like that. I’ve worked too hard to listen to that kind of attitude. Come on. Of all things please remember how this weekend is going to be so much fun! And keep that blindfold on! I’ll be back out to guide you in. Hang tight!”

Like I have a choice to do anything else but that. The things I do for her. While sitting here grumbling about all of this and generally feeling sorry for myself, Cassie opened the car door startling me.
“Let us take your arms and guide you in. Careful dear…. Step…Now three steps. Safe, and sound, time to sit down dear. Here, I’m going to give you a couple of pills to relax you.”
“Just do it. You’ll thank me for it later.”
“Okay Cassie.”

“Hi there… Eric? I’m Mandy and I’ll be one of those taking care of you today.” Giggle.
Well at least she isn’t a grumpy old biddy.
With that she pulled the blindfold off.
“What’s going here?” I was sitting on some sort of table.

“Why Eric you are in for the whole treatment. That’s what your wife had scheduled, and that’s what you going to get.”
“CASSANDRA!” Now I’m pissed off!
“Eric calm down and lower your voice. You agreed to this weekend now and you aren’t going to ruin it!”
“You still haven’t told me a damn thing about this weekend, let alone about tonight.”
“Eric. This is the surprise part of the weekend. It all ties in together with our costumes.”
“Costumes? What’s going on here?” I couldn’t believe this!

“Tonight we are going to go to a costume party with Sarah and Frank.”
“Does Frank know about this surprise yet?” I asked.
“He should know by now.”
“Okay.” Is that the only word I know lately?
“Now, time to strip down so Mandy can get started. Her assistant should be in shortly. You can put this robe on when you’re ready.”

“Strip down? Why would, or should I do that?”
“So they can wax you, that’s why.”
“Wax, as in all over?”
“Yes you silly thing. It is necessary for your costume. All that hair would ruin the whole effect, and make you look ridiculous. And don’t be shy. We are all adults here.”
“Okay, does that mean I have to wag my wiener at them? You just got done calling me silly you know.”
“I think we can skip that part.”

“Can I have the blindfold back again? I don’t want anyone to see a grown man cry. Maybe you should give me a couple more pills.”
“It’s only a wax job, not a firing squad. Even though they’re not that strong, you can’t have any more pills. Those two should kick in pretty soon. We don’t want you to overdose.”
The last thing I remember was Cassie helping me put the robe on, because the pills were kicking in.

“How far under will he be Mandy?” Cassie asked.
“Not too much under. At the most, the strongest response will be a whimper due to the longer strips getting pulled off.”

Chapter Three
“Okay he’s out, let’s get started. We need to work fast. The three of us should make short work of the waxing.”
“Time to thin the eyebrows and work on the nails. How long do you want the nails Cassie?”
“I’d like at least a half inch overhang. This is a picture of Eric’s costume.”
“Oh my god! Same color as in the photo?”
“Yes. Black, of course. The toenails also.” Cassie answered.
After the nails dried.
“Now for the costume. Let’s get the silly thing into it.” Said Cassie.

“My, my. This stuff looks real. I don’t know who is going to be more turned on.”
“Yes, I know. It’s enough to make even me jealous. I think the best way to get this on is to suspend Eric from the ceiling and slip it on from below.” suggested Cassie.
“You sound like you’ve done this before.” said Mandy.
“Oh heaven’s sakes no. I had only done some research to find any help to make this project as easy as possible.”
After some swearing, jostling, and quite a bit of struggling it was almost all in place.
“Good thing I don’t do this every day. I’m quite happy how it looks. Now let’s get the dress on ‘her’,” said Cassie with a smile and a giggle.

“Eric, honey. You need to wake up. Here, this should help,” said Cassie.
“Cassie. Where am I? I don’t remember much after a ride in the car.”
“Eric. We’re still at you’re appointment. We need to get you into that chair over there. We aren’t finished yet. Everything is coming along just fine,” said Cassie.
“Everything?”
“Yes. Everything, as everything your costume came with. Come along. We’ll help you walk over there seeing as how groggy you still are,” said Cassie.
As groggy as I was I still managed to sense something was out of kilter. As they walked me to the chair, each taking an arm I took note of unaccustomed weight in various places on me to start with. They wouldn’t let me see a mirror, saying they weren’t done with my surprise package yet.
“Close your eyes Eric, and we’ll get on with the next step,” said Mandy.
So I closed my eyes, and soon was dozing again. My next thought as someone waved smelling salts under my nose wasn’t good. I felt somewhat cross that my dream was interrupted. I couldn’t remember what the dream was, just that it was pleasant.

“Okay Elvira honey. Wakey, wakey,” said a much too cheerful Cassie.
“Elvira?”
“Yes. We’ll turn you around and you’ll see your costume in all of its glory,” said Cassie.
Talk about a surprise! Try shock, or stunned senseless! What looked back at me was Elvira, Mistress of The Dark! Little black dress and all! Make that VERY little! Breasts that seemed to stand out and shout.
“HERE WE ARE! AREN’T YOU GOING TO COME OVER AND SAY HOWDY?”
Then I noticed the dark hair, and the details of my face, the makeup, and as I went to touch my cheek, the nails. Then as the shock very slowly went away, a sexy smile appeared. I was starting to get a kick out of it. As hot as I looked I was thinking I’m glad it was only temporary.

“Mandy, I think we’ve hit a grand slam home run,” said Cassie.
“I was thinking the very same thing. Let’s get her up and walk around a bit so the heels don’t give her too much trouble later,” said Mandy.
“Good idea. I didn’t want to overdo it with the heels so I picked out three inch ones,” said Cassie.

So back and forth they assisted me, coaching till I could walk gracefully on my own. Then, more coaching on deportment, taking smaller steps, and gestures, a woman would make.
“Unfortunately, there isn’t a whole lot we can do about her voice,” said Cassie.
“What’s wrong with my voice,” I said trying to sound like a man as possible. That gave everyone a good laugh. I think the added wiggle of my butt helped too.

“Let’s try some coaching to begin with. Then I also have something that will work if the coaching doesn’t help,” said Mandy.
After repeated attempts with some improvement, Mandy went into a side room for a minute. She was holding a small spray bottle.
“This is my secret weapon. Open up and say ahh. Don’t say anything for a couple of minutes.”
“Ahhh.” Then I felt a cool spray hit the back of my throat.
Two minutes later Mandy said, “Try reciting Mary Had A Little Lamb.”
So I started. At first I sounded like a small girl, high pitched and squeaky. Then as I got near the end, my voice smoothed out so the pitch sounded more realistic. And oh so sexy!

“Here dear. Put this spray in your purse with your makeup and things. You’ll need a touchup when you redo your makeup,” Mandy said.
“Now it’s time for me to get ready,” said Cassie. “You keep practicing while I get my costume on.”
So I practiced, getting corrections from Mandy whenever I made a mistake. About an hour later I felt someone come up behind me placing their hands over my eyes.

“Guess who?” I heard in a unfamiliar voice. “Turn around and you’ll see.”
“Who… are… you?” I don’t know what I felt at that point. Fear, curiosity, shyness, or outright lust. What is this costume and everything doing to my mind? There, before me stood this very handsome, sexy, manly… man! I couldn’t figure out who they looked like more. Cary Grant, Robert Conrad, Dean Martin, Clark Gable, and someone else I couldn’t place.
“I’m your wife you silly goose!”
“Okay Cassie, I know who my character is. Who is yours?”
“I couldn’t decide so I thought of something special. A mix of five hot, sexy manly men. Four are obvious. The fifth is another surprise!” She said with a sly grin.
There she goes again with another surprise. I’m starting to question agreeing to this Halloween party again.
“Mandy, I want to thank you for all of your help and assistance. You’re a godsend,” said Cassie. “Honeybuns, where are your manners? Don’t you think you should thank Mandy for all of her hard efforts?”
“Yes, I’m such a scatterbrain. Thank you so very much!” I gushed. There I go again, falling ever deeper into character.
“You are both welcome. It has been a pleasure and so much fun,” Mandy said, then planting a big wet one on my lips, with more than a little tongue!
“Now look what you’ve gone and done. You smeared your lipstick. Go and repair it, you naughty thing!” Mandy said with a wink.

So I got my purse and tissue, and strutted over to a mirror. Carefully removing the smeared lipstick, I then reapplied a fresh coat.
“That very good dear, but give yourself another coat,” Cassie said and Mandy nodding in agreement. Both gave their approval.
“Let’s be off, so we get there in time,” Cassie said.

Chapter Four
Later in the car with Cassie driving of course, I asked.
“Cassie, where is this party going to be, and how many people are going to be there?”
“Well, Sarah and Frank for sure. I’m not sure how many will be there altogether. But as to where I want to keep one last secret.”
“Who are they going as?” I asked.
“I honestly don’t know. That’s part of the party, because there will be a competition with judging and prizes. One of the rules are we aren’t supposed to know in advance what the other costumes are.”
“I hope I don’t live to regret to agree to go to this party,” I said. “I understand if I have I have the option of shaving my eyebrows or something till they grow back, and make up a story to explain why I have no eyebrows. Either an accident singeing them off, or something believable.”
“Why not tell them the truth and say the costume for Halloween called for them to be shaved off?”
“That sounds like the best. That way I won’t have problems remembering who I told what lie.”
As I sat there riding along in the passenger seat with the seatbelt nestled between my breasts. Yes, now I have breasts. Feeling their weight shift, bounce, and jiggle with every bump in the road. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she went out of her way to hit every one! I sure hope I don’t bounce clear out of my dress on top!

“Dear, why are you giggling?” asked Cassie.
“I just had a funny thought. I was just hoping with all these bumps in the road and how my dress fits I don’t pop out on top and give everyone a show,” I answered.
“You know that is funny. You do know we can’t use our real names with each other at the party?” Cassie asked.
“Okay. So what names are we going to use?”
“Well you name is easy, it’s Elvira. As far as my name, I’m not sure.”
“Oh, I know. Something like Hunk, because you are my hunk,” I suggested. “If someone can call themselves Rock, or Tab, Hunk shouldn’t be bad. OH! How about Rocky, as in the series of Rocky movies?”
“I like Hunk the best because of your reasoning,” Cassie said with a wink.
“So why did you pick Elvira for me Cassie?” I asked.
“You mean Hunk, don’t you?”
“Yes. Sorry, I slipped. So… Hunk, why am I Elvira?”
“Because I know you and that since she turns you on so much, I thought turnabout is fair play.” She said with a dirty laugh.

Chapter Five
Pretty soon Cassie, I’m mean Hunk slowed the car like she was trying to find an address. Then a mile or two she slowed to a stop in front of two enormous wrought iron gates with even bigger pillars to support them.
“That’s the place,” she, uh he said. I’m going have to try to remember to think before speaking, or I’m going screw the pooch!

We parked the car with all the others near the carriage house. Yes, it was an estate with all the bells and whistles! Big… Huge Victorian mansion! As we reached the front doors, they were opened by a butler. He asked for our invitation. As he announced our arrival (with our costume names) a maid took my wrap and Hunk’s overcoat. Then we were approached by both a waiter with a tray of campaign flutes, and what had to be our hostess. Let’s see… I know who she is! Jane Mansfield!
“Good evening and welcome to our Halloween celebration,” she said. “I see you must be Elvira, but who is this fine hunk of a man?”
“Yes.” Hunk answered.
“Yes, what?” She asked.
“Yes, my name is Hunk.”
“Cute. Okay I’ll grant that as there wasn’t a rule that said you had to be a famous entertainer.”

She then gave me one of those cheek to cheek air kisses, and what she did to my Hunk was X-rated, almost shoving her tongue down his throat!
“Good evening Ms. Mansfield, you have such a beautiful home!” The hussy! She better not do that again or I’ll scratch her eyes out! I don’t give a damn who she is! I better keep an eye peeled for that kind of stuff!

“Why thank you, Elvira! This home has been in my family for over two hundred years.”
Well, it was quite a party. The very air seemed to convey the very essence of sexual energy. At first, it was hardly noticeable. Then as I met each person the feeling of the level or strength began to slowly increase. Meanwhile I made sure to keep an eye on my Hunk, least some horny slut get their hands on him! One I remember meeting was Marilyn Monroe. The blonde bottle slut! Wait just a damn minute here. I’m getting into this bitchy, jealous wife role waaay to much! Granted, my husband Hunk is really my wife Cassie, and I have every right to get jealous, but… but… Oh hell! No wonder people go crazy! I’ll be ever so glad when this is over and we’re back home back to normal. God, I think I need another drink! After several more drinks my mood improved. I got into my Elvira persona with no problem. I still kept an eye on Hunk and fended off the more serious sexual advances. The worst one was some drunk wannabe celeb staggered up to me and crudely grabbed a tit! That earned him a right cross. I admit I over reacted, but I did pull the punch realizing one or both of us could get seriously hurt. The result was he still landed on his ass with a surprised look on his face. I soon found my way to the powder room for some much needed relief, and a touchup of my lipstick.

“May I have you attention please?” said our hostess.
“I would like to officially welcome all of my guests and thank you for coming tonight. Dinner is ready to be served. Please follow me to the dining room. Once you get in there you will see the seating has been assigned with little placards. Please sit in those places.”

I soon found my assigned seat and sat down. I soon found that the seating was arranged as boy girl boy girl. I had looked as the person to my left sat. Oh my! A hot one! I took a drink from my water glass to calm my nerves. Then, the person to my right sat. Yes, you guessed it. Another hot one! Oh God, where is my beloved Hunk? He’s seated right across from me! I feel like such a dope. Dinner was grand as everything else in this grand home. Dish after dish appeared giving us so many selections. Now and then one or other of the two seated beside me would start up with some bawdy, or openly sexual comment. Now I just had to play my Elvira role! As the evening progressed with more drinks it got more explicit, to the level of cathouse humor. They could see the effect it was having on me! Even more so my Hunk, when I noticed was staring at me with open mouth amazement! I did settle on the conservative side, eating lightly as my costume wouldn’t allow much more. I didn’t mention it earlier, but part of my costume involved a heavily boned corset, restricting how much I ate. Okay, I cheated. I did have a taste of one of the deserts. All too soon dinner was over with and we slowly went back to the main part of the house. Once there Hunk cornered me and asked rather angrily what I thought I was doing back there.
“Well Dear, all of this WAS you’re idea, and I was just getting into character. Besides, as the saying goes,” and proceeded to sing, “Girls just wanna have fun!”. The look he gave me was simply precious!
“I’m regretting this now that it’s gotten this far. I wanted us to have a fun evening. I had no idea you would get so out of control and reckless.” He scolded with an angry and hurt expression.
“I.. I’m so sorry Dear. I didn’t mean to hurt you in any way. If you… you never forgive…” At that moment I lost all control and started to openly sob. Suddenly I found myself being held with my head nestled in the crook of Hunk’s neck.

Chapter Six
“Excuse me,” said a voice behind me. I turned around to see our hostess.
With a sniffle and a clearing of my throat I turned, and answered. “Yes?”
“In light of the alcohol and all I’ve arranged sleeping assignments for all of my guests. You are welcome to stay the night. I could not forgive myself if anyone were to suffer an accident because of me.” She said. “Just ask one of my staff for details.”
“Thank you so very much, how kind of you.” I gratefully replied.
“Just enjoy the rest of your evening. And no more tears please. This is to be a fun evening.”

After all the excitement and stress, I begged to head off to bed. The time was near midnight. We then located one of the staff who guided us to a spacious and beautiful bedroom. Sleepwear already presented laying at the foot of the bed on a hope chest. I was so tired I don’t remember getting undressed and changed. I did have some erotic and arousing dreams though.

Sometime later, maybe three AM I woke needing to visit the bathroom with all I had to drink. When I opened the door I found it was lit with a soft glow from a night lite. Something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was my reflection in the mirror. Oh, with all the excitement and everything all I did to change for bed was to swap the dress and heels for s translucent nightgown. Oh well, I’ll deal with that in the morning. Time for me to take care of business before I have an accident. After washing my hands I headed back to bed. After laying down, something kept nagging me. A feeling I was being watched. Something very evil and putrid. I couldn’t get comfortable, tossing and turning. I opened my eyes to see my beloved watching me intently with a loving smile.

“How very touching you foolish mortals!” Said a voice dripping with the very essence of evil itself!
We both sat bolt upright in terror. There before us stood… or hovered something out of our worst nightmare! It’s appearance ever shifting, changing. We were frozen in place with fright too might to ask the obvious question.
“I see my reputation precedes me! I go by many names far and wide through time and space itself! But you’re names for me will do for now!”
Lucifer was my first thought.
“The mortal guessed right the first time!” Followed by a laugh that made my skin crawled.
“The original occupant of this hovel was a loyal and devoted servant. Since then succeeding generations till the present one had been lax in their devotion. That devotion results in obvious rewards! Since you two and the other mortals like your forms so much I shall grant you such a reward!”
Suddenly we both collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Seven
The next morning we awoke refreshed and in good spirits in an embrace with a strong feeling of love and sexual attraction for each other. What a strange and terrifying dream!
“I love you,” we said in unison, and a resulting giggle on my part. An outright laugh my beloved’s part. What’s with our voices?
“Dear, shouldn’t the effects of those sprays in our throats be only temporary?” I asked. With that thought I sat up, and the nightgown shifted across my sensitive nipples. I shouldn’t be feeling anything there!
“Something is very wrong here!”
“Like what for instance?”
“Umm… like, feel my nipples… GENTLY!” I cautioned. “Ohhh… ahhh… STOP AREADY, DAMMIT!!!”
“That’s pretty good acting, Honey. You can drop the Elvira act.”
“WHO THE HELL IS ACTING, YOU DUMBASS? DO FAKE TITS GET A TITTY HARDON? AND DOES A FAKE PUSSY DROOL LIKE AN OVER REACTING REAL ONE?!”
“Calm down and please stop shouting. Uh, oh. Something is wrong with me too. A fake penis shouldn’t be capable of getting a woody. Why don’t you take off that silly wig so we can think about changing our clothes, and go downstairs?”

I tried. Each time I tried it didn’t budge. And it was painful. “Ouch!” It was now my own HAIR! I got out of bed beat feet to the bathroom and after stripping off the nightgown I looked in the mirror. There she was, Elvira in all her glory. I tried removing the makeup. No change. It still looked freshly applied. Not a single smudge, or smear. Totally, and flawlessly permanent. I looked at my hairline. Yup, it was hair and not a wig. Taking my self-examination downward everything looked real and natural. Taking a pretty full breast in each hand I could feel the natural warmth within and silky smooth texture of the skin. I located a hand mirror I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet afraid of what I would find. After a few minutes and several deep breaths I worked up the courage to look. I wasn’t happy with what I found. Genuine and very real female genital features. With trembling hands I used the fingers of one hand while holding the mirror in the other to spread the outer portion. Even worse, everything and I mean EVERYTHING was very sensitive. And oh so wet too! I finally managed to control myself and stop before things went too far. On wobbly rubber legs I got up gasping for breath leaving the bathroom.
“Houston, we have a problem.” I said. “Did you have a strange or frightening dream?”
“Yes, Dear I did. I was doing a self-exam while you were in the bathroom. Which reminds me, I have to go too. I’ll be back in a minute.”

While that was being taken care of I distinctly heard the unmistaken sound of a guy standing at the toilet taking a leak. I peeked to make sure. Then I turned back to the bed with the image fresh in my mind. I could feel my arousal building again. Damn that creature for what it did to us! Was it who I thought it was? Then I heard that same laugh as in what I thought was a dream. Now I know it wasn’t a dream. What are we going to do? While occupied with those thoughts, my beloved Cassie walked up behind me wrapping those big strong arms around me making me feel safe. I slowly turned around, and we kissed each other with a passion slowly building to an intense inferno. He, yes he, my Hunk picked me up with little effort and carried me over to the bed and laid me gently down, spreading me out like the virgin sacrifice I felt like. There was no terror, nor fear. Only uncontrolled love, passion, and lust for each other. I found out who that last persona. Yes, it was a surprise alright! To make certain I found out several times before getting ready to leave for home. Actually we were politely asked to leave after vigorous pounding on our bedroom door. Must have been all that screaming from within. Care to take a guess whom the surprise persona was? (giggle) They say a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. Well since I’m no longer a gentleman I can tell. That part was John Holms. Yes THAT part! “BOW WOW”!

After we got home we sat down to figure out what to do. We called Sarah and Frank, and invited them over. Next order of business was have me go on birth control of some kind. I hope it wasn’t too late. Then we talked about our job and identification situation. For that we’d call our lawyer. When Sarah and Frank arrived I opened the door wearing that little black dress sans the corset since I no longer needed it.

“Hello Sarah and Frank, please come in.”
“Hello… excuse me who are you?” asked Sarah.
“Please come in and I’ll try to tell you. Make yourselves at home in the living room.” I pleaded.
“Okay, who are you two and where are Cassie and Eric?” Sarah insisted. They kept looking at each other and back at us like we were criminals.
“Right here in front of you,” we both answered.
“We don’t believe you.” said Frank.
“How can we prove it? Is there anything at all?” Cassie asked.
“Give the two of us time with each other to discuss the matter.” said Sarah.
While they went into a huddle we made a pot of coffee in the kitchen.
“Cassie, I just got an idea how we can prove who we are. Have you and Sarah ever kept any secrets from Frank and I?”
“Of course not!”
“I’m not asking what, nor do I want to ever ask. I’m just asking because if yes, I can tell Frank old buddy one of ours while he and I are at one end of the room, and you and Sarah do the same at the other end of the room. Do you have a better Idea?” I asked.
“Unfortunately no, I don’t have any.” Cassie said.
So we took the coffee, cups, saucers, flavored creamer on a tray out to the living room. We told them my idea that I thought of, and they agreed. I went to take Frank to the other end, and he stopped me.
“You can’t be Eric. You’re too small… make that short.” Frank said while blushing.
“And you can’t be Cassie.” Sarah said.
“Did you two ever go to that Halloween Party Friday night?” I asked.
“No, we didn’t,” Frank replied.
“Well we did, and look at us what happened.” I said. And We told them all about it. Except about the glorious sex part that is.
“Okay, but you two had a chance to share some secrets while in the kitchen.” Sarah groused.
“Sarah, don’t be such a bitch,” complained Cassie with a wink.
“Frank. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that was Cassie. That was an exclusive secret we swore to keep between the two of us in College. From when we shared a dorm room.”

“Okay, my turn Frank. But I want you to keep your hands in your pockets while I whisper a few of our secrets in your ear. Remember, I know what you’ve said about everything in a skirt that walks by, you horny goat.” I said.
The look on his face was truly priceless, mouth agape.
“Okay, now that we believe who you two are, is there more to the story?” Sarah insisted.
With a smile I said, “Cassie, that proves who Sarah is. She can always smell there’s more to a story.”
We all had a good laugh with that comment.
So we entertained them with the rest of the story. Yes, the sex part. They are our very close friends I’ll have you know.

“I’m jealous. Your makeup is perfect Eric. And your breasts are so perky for their size.” said Sarah.
Now that made me blush!
“Sarah, thanks for the complement, but I’m not wearing makeup, and I’m not wearing a bra. That’s the second reason we asked you two to come over. We both need new wardrobes, and if you come with me, and Frank goes with Cassie we can cover more ground faster.”
“Why not just swap clothes?” Sarah asked.
“It’s not that simple. Cassie’s shoes are too big, and her tops are too small. I haven’t checked out her skirts yet.”

“Sarah,” said Cassie. “You remember when the going gets tough?”
“THE TOUGH GOES SHOPPING!!!”
“Right, you DO remember!” Cassie said with a smile.
“But you should tone it down a bit before the two of you go out there shopping,” Cassie said pointing at me. “I have at least one pair of sunglasses that should do the job. You two women go up to our bedroom, and pick out something that will fit. You don’t want to have to deal with Elvira fans.”
The resulting look wasn’t less sexy. Hopefully not so much of the Elvira presentation. A soft fuzzy sweater, to disguise my nipples, stretchy slacks with a little give in them, a scarf to cover my hair, jewelry, and we decided to keep the black heels I had on. When upon our return to the living room, the looks of the men confirmed that.
“Eric, you should also wear my wedding rings to show that you are already taken.” Cassie advised.
That’s what happened alright! I better stop thinking about that. Fat chance!
We went in two cars. Sarah went with me. Frank went with Cassie. I don’t know who got the better deal. First we stopped and shopped for lingerie. We started with a professional fitting. Nothing worse than a poor fitting bra, or so Sarah pointed out. It turns out I’m a 34C to a D depending on what brand and style. Sarah kept repeating about being jealous. Then, selecting plain white with all the accessories, working up to the highly erotic, lacy, and naughty. Then stockings, and pantyhose. Then on to shoes. A wide selection of shoes. Now I’m beginning to understand the true meaning of ‘shop till you drop’. At this rate they’re going to add another shift at where all these clothes were made. I did hear women whisper “Elvira” every so often, and I got a little paranoid.
Then off to find blouses, more sweaters, skirts, and dresses. And may I say so, more jewelry.

“Sarah?”
“Yes?”
“I was thinking about last night, or rather this morning with Cassie.”
“When you two told us it sounded like somewhere between a honeymoon to a porn movie?” Sarah asked.
“That’s part of my next question.”
“Out with it.”
“We weren’t using any birth control I’m afraid. We did it at least three times.” I said, then gnawing my bottom lip.
“At least?”
“I lost count.” I admitted. “I wanted to ask how soon I should stop at the drug store for a home pregnancy test kit. We’re hoping that if we go can there next year we can try to change back.”
“Well, I’m not sure myself. Normally, after the first missed period. We’ll stop on the way back to your house, just to make sure.”
“I’ve never had a period. Remember I’ve been like this less than a day. I’m scared. No, make that terrified. I don’t know what getting pregnant may do to me, up here,” I said while pressing the side of my head, mindful of my nails. “We may not be able to change back. I’m afraid of being stuck like this the rest of my life. Also some condoms too, because if the last twenty-four hours are any indication, I know they will be needed.” I said. “Big ones,” I added with a giggle.
“Why is that?” Sarah asked.
“It’s like this. I don’t know what is normal for woman in regard to sexual factors, but it feels like this body is in overdrive in an attempt to catch up. I feel like high explosives with a very short fuse.” I confessed.
“You’ll do just fine Dear. It’s all part of being a woman. Men don’t have to go through this. You already have the gestures and mannerisms pegged like a lifelong woman.” Sarah advised.
I felt somewhat better when she said that. When we got home, after the guys if I may point out, we had our own little fashion show. Then we had dinner.

Over the next several weeks we had taken care of all of our personal details with the help of our friends, relatives, lawyers, yes more than one was needed, our doctors, and others who didn’t go out their way to give us trouble. I can’t remember those by name. Speaking of doctors, I went for my first GYN checkup. That was an eye opener! Also I made a return visit to the salon to get a trim and work done on my nails. Mandy was surprised to say the least! Even more so when I showed her, “Just the facts Ma’am” in the back room. She asked about touching up my makeup, and I explained that I wasn’t wearing any whatsoever. Of course she got jealous, but I told her how this happened while she worked on my hair and nails.
“Since you haven’t been in here for some time, is there a special occasion coming up?” Mandy asked.
“We’re getting remarried!” I gushed. “And all of you here are invited!”

We had a civil ceremony type wedding to make sure everything was legal. Of course Sarah was my maid of honor. Silly me, I forgot one important detail. Our new first names are with me being Erica, and Cassie now John. I hope you understand why (giggle). All of our relatives showed up, parents, aunts and uncles, our brothers and sisters, and all our cousins. There wasn’t too many upset with us, thinking we had SRS done. Except for my sister who seemed a real bitch! I asked her talk alone with me to clear the air.
“Eric, I’m ashamed you did such a thing to yourself. I thought you knew better. Why?”
“Susan, I didn’t DO ANYTHING! This was done to me. I don’t want go into specific details right now, but please understand. I love you and need your support right now, because…”
“Because why would I support such nonsense?” she asked.
Because… I’m… pregnant.”
“How did you manage that?”
“I’m a full-fledged female with all that comes with it. And the night all these changes happened… we kind of got carried away, and I didn’t think of birth control.” With that I broke down and started to cry. Susan wrapped me in her arms and supported my head on her shoulder. Just then mom opened the door and saw what was taking place.

“What is with the tears? This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Susan, did you do this?”
“Yes Mon, I’m afraid I did. This was the worst time too. You are going to be a grandmother!”
“Well congratulations Susan!”
“No Mom, it’s not me. It’s Erica.” Talk about a shocked look on mom’s face!
By this time I regained some control, lifting my head and turning to her shocked face I said, “Yes Mom, I’m quite sure. Home test, the doctor confirmed it, and a sonogram.”
With this not so little tidbit, she sat down and fanned herself! “My little Erica is pregnant.”

“Mom, there’s more.” I added.
“More?”
“More. I’m glad you’re sitting down. I’m pregnant with twins. It’s too early to tell if the sex though.”
“Who else knows?”
“The doctors, John, our friends Sarah and her husband Frank, and now you two.”
Later we held a reception with all our dear friends and very dear relatives, and it was a very happy evening. I did have the one small sip of champagne during the toast to bless our marriage.

Chapter Eight

The job I had before as Eric was in sales. With one look at me they saw the advantage of a hot looking member of the sales staff. Will they accept me if I’m able to change back? The down side was one day some oversexed salesman came up behind me and pinched my butt. My reaction was completely automatic. I had spun around and slapped him, and then practically shoved my wedding ring in his face!
“Listen here. You see this wedding ring?” A vigorous nod from him.
“That means my butt is the exclusive property of my husband and if you don’t keep your hands to yourself, me or my husband will castrate you and me using you gonads as earrings!”
When I straightened up I saw everyone’s eyes on me. That caused me to blush… heavily. Then all the women and most of the men gave me a round of applause, and a couple of “YOU GO GIRL” from a mix of each.

As time went on I got bigger. And bigger. And even bigger yet. I kept working till three weeks before my due date. My boss was worried I’d deliver at the office. I told him I felt fine, but for the sake of his nerves, I agreed to start my maternity leave. Good thing. I delivered two weeks early. Two beautiful identical baby girls. We, or rather I decided I was going to nurse. You see I grew another cup size and it seemed a waste not to. John especially liked that part! I thought I’d tease him and told him he’d have to settle for leftovers (giggle).
Now I understand the big deal about breastfeeding one’s babies. The moments of tenderness, bonding between mother and child. The serenity and peacefulness of such an experience.

Epilog
The six of us made the trip in our big SUV out to where the party was held exactly one year ago. As we pulled in the week chocked driveway just inside the columns where the iron gates used to be and stopped. Sarah asked.
“Are you sure this is where the party was?”
“Yes, we are very sure. You see that small building off to the side? Well, was the carriage house. Let’s get out for a minute, I need to stretch my legs.”
What we saw was the same house, or rather mansion from long ago in utter ruin. Most of the shutters gone, glass missing from some windows, and the roof beginning to collapse in places. Such a waste. I then noticed a flock of raven perched above the entranceway. How odd I thought. Something compelled me to count them. Several times, getting the same number. Thirteen. I turned to John and started to cry. John, the big hero comforted me very well. I peeked at Sarah who had a smirk on her lips. I winked at her to not give it away. After the required amount of tears I slowly regained and looked back at the mansion.
“I guess it wasn’t meant to be. Changing back, that is.” I said, throwing in a couple of sniffles. Everyone said something in agreement and consoled me. Then, the strangest thing happened. I could have sworn that one of those raven winked at me!
All in all I’d say that went well. I had already decided I wasn’t going to change back to Eric. I also went back off the pill, and tossed out the condoms. I’m looking towards having more children.

Author note: I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this as I have writing it. I mentioned in my blog about seeing the posting for the Halloween 2010 theme and starting it. Also said getting kidnapped by this story until completion. 8,657 words. Make that 8,902 or so. It was pointed out to me in a comment about the paragraph issue. So I fiddled with it. It may disqualify me in the contest, but I felt the story was more important. If so, that’s water under the bridge. The picture of Elvira was the seed of germination that took root.

Thank you very much

Words Of The Witty Twit
By BillieBob

WARNING: READING THIS MAY CAUSE MADNESS, BLINDNESS, OR A CASE OF DROPPSY!!!
A poem of love, passion, and pain from a truly demented mind in the wee hours of the morning. Before one's daily medication. (WAAH HOO!) Psst! Beware, of the dark side Luke.

Words Of The Witty Twit
By BillieBob

Please don't spank my arse afire
For only mumbling my heart’s desire

You say I should say it loud and clear?
But then I won't receive what I hold so dear

Please don't spank my naughty bits
For I'd still would love to barely sit

When you give me those pills to swallow
those watching say we are so shallow

And then you gave me these great big breasts
To give your head a place to rest

You said my figure resembles a small willow
Couldn't you have just bought a pillow

Then you use those whips and chains
to inflict upon me such grievous pain
with which I seem to thrive and grow
in soaring of passionate throes

That which makes me so very sore
Oh, give me some more
I so love it so
give me some more, and more

So please get a bigger whip
To smite the ass of this witty twit

You say you've a Cat o’ nine tails
to make me jump and twitch and wail

You say your arm's begins to tire?
hand off to your friends with more fire
so I may soar higher and higher

And if that isn’t enough here's some more
that phallus you use to knock my back door

You say your friends want an easy lay?
Tell them to pick a number, I have all day

They ask why I bait and switch
That's because I'm such a bitch
a bitch, such a twitchy bitch!
Pain… such blessed pain
Give it to me a’ gain

Author's note: An idle mind's the devils playground. (stomp, stumble, trip)

 

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Words of Inspiration Courage and Gratitude
By BillieBob

I thank you for your words of prose
reminds me much of a rose
Whose fragrance just as sweet
lifting me off my feet
When I read those words of phrase
my spirits they do raise

Your creation you do sire
causes me to inspire
words of heart's desire
And to pass on those feelings
to promote the gift of healing
in spite of all our dealings
with lifted wings I soar
above the trials of war

Words of this are gifts
to heal such troubled rifts
for those should read
words so much like this
to know such what it means
to see the gift of inspire
Even with some tears
they help me face my fears

Author's note: I normally avoid poetry like the plague.
I was kidnapped again. I was feeling super positive for
more than a moment, or two. Surely... a rare occurrence.
(sigh)