Disclaimer:
"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares?
Did I just say a little strangely? That's not entirely accurate, the day started somewhat more than that. Actually, up several notches on my weird-o-meter.
The day started like every other school day, meaning waking up with my alarm clock screaming in my ears. And I do mean screaming, my alarm clock is the loudest I ever had. My mom got it for me because she got tired of trying to wake me up in the mornings and the other alarm clocks were unable to wake me up, now I wake up every morning to the sound of the screaming 'music' of a group called Brass Monkey. How anyone can call that music is beyond me, but it seems to be the only thing capable of waking me up in the mornings.
Anyway, after my usual almost heart attack waking up I quickly turned off the damned thing, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and put on my glasses, that's when the weirdness started. Instead of my vision become clear, I got a very unpleasant feeling in my eyes, like the feeling you have when you try out a pair of glasses that are too strong for you. I took them out and looked at them. I examined them and they were my glasses so I put them on again with the same results and took them off quickly. That's weirdness number two hit me. Or is it still weirdness number one? Who cares anyway? The thing is that I was seing things crystal clear and I wasn't wearing glasses. What the heck is going on?
Before I could ponder more about it, the morning nature call hit me and I had to go to the bathroom. After doing my business I went to take a quick shower when... you guessed, weirdness number three. I had set up the shower how I usually take it, but the water seemed to be too hot and too strong. At the time I didn't think too much about it and adjusted the shower again, after that the shower was one of the most relaxing I ever had. For some reason my skin seemed a little more sensitive this morning and the feeling of the water flowing through my body felt very, very nice and relaxing.
Before I knew the water was getting cold an I had to get out. After I dried myself and went to the mirror to shave and I noticed I didn't need to do it this morning. No I didn't think it was weird at the time because I just started to shave a few months ago and only need to shave every other day or so.
Oh, I just noticed I didn't introduce myself. My name is Mark Romsey and I am a 15 year old high school sophomore. There isn't much to talk about me other than I am a straight A student and the number one punch bag for the school bullies. Are you wondering why I am the number one punch bag? It's because I keep interfering when I see someone getting bullied and I end up being the one receiving their punches. I hate to fight but I hate bullying even more. My friends think I am crazy for doing what I do because I usually end up with bruises almost daily, and for the fact that I never punch back. I discovered early that if you don't fight back they usually quickly get tired and move on. I mostly try to avoid the punches and got pretty good at it.
Anyway, after I finished with the bathroom I put on some clothes and went downstairs for my breakfast. Arriving there I see mom setting up the table.
"Morning, mom"
"Good morning Mark. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, until the alarm almost gave me a heart attack."
"You know why I set the alarm that way, don't you? And the music is not that bad, I kind of like it."
"You like it? How can anyone like it?"
"How can anyone like what?" I heard my older sister ask coming through the kitchen door.
"Brass Monkey's music" I told her. "And good morning sis."
"What? Their music is great. I have all of their albums." She said proudly. "Who used all the hot water anyway?"
"Sorry sis, it was me. I kinda lost track of the time there this morning."
"Just don't do it again. You know how I like my morning showers."
"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful from now on."
"I hope so." She said and looked at me oddly. "Mark, where are your glasses?"
Shit, how will I explain what happened this morning. They will want to take me to the doctors and I don't like doctors. Well, it's not that I don't like doctors it's jest that I hate needles, always had and probably always will.
"I... I'm trying out contacts this morning." I said thinking quickly.
"Cool. It looks good on you. You should use them more often. What do you think mom?"
My mom looked at me and said. "It looks great. when did you get them?"
"Yesterday after school."
"Are they colored? Your eyes seem lighter this morning."
Lighter? WTF?
"No mom, maybe its because you are used to see them behind the glasses lens."
My sister looked at me and said "They do seem lighter but you are probably right, you are always using your glasses."
My mom looked a little oddly at me for a moment and said "Probably."
After that the breakfast went almost normally. I noticed mom looking oddly at me a few times and I wondered if she suspected something.
After breakfast I walked to school and met my best friend Alan at the front of his house.
"Hey, man. What's up?" He greeted me.
"Nothing much. An you?"
"I'm good. So you finally decided to ditch those nerdy glasses. Trying to impress someone?"
"What?"
"Is it Mary Jean? I know you have a crush on her."
"N... no. we are just friends." I said embarrassed and feeling my face heat up.
"Yeah, yeah, and I am Brad Pitt."
"Really? Man I am a big fan of your work, Mr. Pitt." I said mockingly and we laughed.
"Seriously, man. You should ask her out."
"I can't. I don't want to mess my friendship with her."
"And if you don't and she start to date another guy it wont? Man, I see how you look at her, and I see how she looks at you. She digs you."
"She does?"
"Yeah, she does."
"But what if I ask her and se says no?"
"If she says no, you won't need to help me study for the rest of the year, how is that?"
"Are you that confident that she won't say no?"
"No, I KNOW she won't say no."
"How do you know that?"
"That my friend, it's a secret."
"Come on man, you can tell me."
"I could, but then I would have to kill you." He said and started to run away laughing preventing me from punching him on his arm.
We ended up running all the way to the school and oddly enough I didn't feel out of breath. Actually today I was feeling pretty good, better than I ever felt before, so yeah things were a bit weird this morning but so far it was all good weird.
Arriving at school we were greeted by Mary Jean. It looked like she was waiting for us at the front gates.
"Hi Mark, hi Alan." She greeted us with her million dollar smile.
"Hi MJ." Allan greeted her.
"H...hi" I said feeling nervous all the sudden.
"Are you wearing contacts, Mark?" She asked looking straightly at my eyes.
"Y...yeah. Do... do you like it."
"It looks great. I never noticed how beautiful your eyes were before. Are they colored?"
"No. Why?"
"Because your eyes have a pretty color. A very light brown with a bit of... violet?"
What? My eyes are dark brown. Are they changing color? What is going on?
"Strange. I thought your eyes were dark brown." Alan said
"I thought so too." said MJ. "Maybe the glasses were hiding how beautiful your eyes really were."
"Or maybe you are a mutant and you are just manifesting your powers?" asked Alan.
"What?" MJ and I said at the same time.
"I'm not a mutant." I said.
"I think it would be cool if you were." Said MJ.
"Why?" I asked her.
"Because it is cool to have powers." She said. "And you know my parents are mutants, right?" she said that almost whispering.
That's right. I was forgetting that. Even though that is not public knowledge, close friends and family knows that her parents are mutants. I seems that they met each other in some special high school for mutants. Her father is an electrical engineer with some minor electrical powers and her mom is a psychologist with a bit of empathy, other than that they are regular people with regular jobs. Our families know each other ever since before our births so we grew up together.
"Yeah, I know." I said.
"That also probably means that sooner or later I might manifest myself and..."
"And what?" I asked.
"And I might need to change schools."
We couldn't continue our conversation because at that moment the bell rang and we had to go to class. My mind was in turmoil and I wondered if I was a mutant. in a way it made sense, the way my vision fixed itself, how different the shower felt this morning and apparently my eyes were changing colors. I wonder that if I am a mutant, what kind of mutant I might be, a relatively normal looking one like MJ's parents or like some of those unlucky ones with gross deformities. With my luck I might end up in the second group.
The morning passed slowly and I couldn't concentrate on my classes. I was starting to get worried and weirded out as I still didn't have the chance to check out my eyes, so I kept my head low and avoided looking at people.
As soon the bell for the lunch rang I dashed to the nearest bathroom to check out my eyes, dreading what I would see. I looked at the mirror and got the shock of my life. Shit! My eyes probably kept changing colors during the morning. If it was light brown with a bit of violet it is not anymore. Shit! Shit! Shit! I can't believe it. Just my luck. I should have never got out of bed this morning. My eyes are freaking PINK.
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Shit! Shit! Shit! I can't believe it. Just my luck. I should have never got out of bed this morning. My eyes are freaking PINK.
Disclaimer:
"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares?
Shit! Shit! Shit! What am I going to do? I have to find a way to get out of here without people noticing my eyes. Why did that have to happen to me? Calm down Mark, freaking out will not solve anything. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths trying to calm myself. I must have been hallucinating. That's it, I'll open my eyes and when I look at the mirror everything will be OK. I slowly opened my eyes and looked again at the mirror and... and... my eyes were still pink.
I tried to look one more time hoping it was just a dream again. No such luck, they were still pink. I kept looking at my reflection with a mixture of horror and curiosity when I noticed something that REALLY weirded me out. I looked closer at my scalp and to my absolute horror the roots of my hair were pink.
"Shit! Pink? Why pink? Couldn't it have been blue, green or even red? It had to be pink? I HATE PINK." I yelled in frustration.
Right after yelling I remembered where I was and looked around afraid that someone heard me, luckily the bathroom was still empty. Now I needed to find a way to get out of the bathroom and out of the school without people noticing anything. Maybe after getting out I could get some colored contacts and some hair dye and everything would be fine.
Probably the best time was during lunch, meaning I didn’t have much time left. Maybe I could just tough it out and go out with my head down and try to be as invisible as possible like I did during the morning.
I took several deep breaths to build up my courage and left the bathroom, hoping and praying that I could avoid any problems and most importantly the bullies. The good thing is that they are probably in the cafeteria having their lunches right now.
Unfortunately my luck didn’t last, not that it was a surprise anyway. The problem is that when I made a left turn I bounced off what looked to me a big wall of muscles. Instinctively I looked up and surprise surprise, it was Steven Marshal the football team quarterback.
“What is your problem Romsey? Look where you are going.” He said shoving me aside and kept walking.
I didn’t even have time to think I was safe when he stopped and turned around to look at me. I lowered my head and started to pray to a thousand different gods and entities for him to leave me alone.
He took a step closer to me and grabbed me by my shirt collar. At that point all I could do was to keep my eyes closed.
“There is something different about you today, four eyes. That’s it, where are your glasses? Did you lose them? Is that why you bumped into me?”
“Y...yes, I lost them and was going to my locker room to get me my spare pair.” I said with my eyes still closed.
“That is no excuse to bump into people, and open your f$%ing eyes when talking to me.”
“I can’t. I am blind without my glasses and when I open my eyes I get a major headache.”
“So how did you think you could go to your locker room blind?”
“I was squinting my eyes.”
“I should kick your ass for bumping into me, but I am late for lunch and I am starving, so I will just take your lunch money as payment for my troubles.”
“What?”
“Are you deaf as well?” His voice was getting more and more menacing.
“N...no. T...the thing is... I don’t have any money with me.” I said and he shoved me against a locker.
Unfortunately I made a mistake after dropping to the ground of opening my eyes. Did you ever try to keep your eyes closed for a long period of time? It is damn hard I tell you. Anyway... I opened my eyes and of course he saw them, how could he not to? They are DAMN PINK and the worst part is that I didn’t tell you before, they are not a light pink, they are PINK PINK, so pink that they almost glow.
“WTF? You were lying to me, you didn’t lose your glasses, you are a f#$%&ng faggot using pink contacts. I am so gonna kick your ass now Romsgay”
I closed my eyes again waiting for the punch, but after a few second it didn’t come.
“What the f$%k is that?” I heard him yell and I opened my eyes.
The thing is, that when I opened my eyes, my vision was pink and I noticed that I had some sort of glow around my body and I saw Marshal’s fist coming in my direction just to stop at the edge of the glowing field and his face change from one of rage to one of pain.
I have a force field? A PINK force field? Pink? Why pink? What did I do to deserve this?
I looked around and the hallway was starting to fill up with people and of course they were looking at me.
Shit! There goes the stealth exit, and things got worse, now I am freaking glowing pink.
Marshal was still holding his hand and looked at me with a look of pure hatred. “You f@#$%ng mutant faggot” He yelled and jumped at me again.
I just reacted and raised my arms to protect myself forgetting about the force field, and while I was raising my arms some sort of blast shot out from my hands hitting him on the chest and throwing him backwards several feet. Needless to say that now everyone was looking at me like I was some sort of freak. So I did the most courageous thing I could think of and just turned around and ran like hell, quickly leaving the school building and kept running.
I ran for a while and only stopped when I was home. When I calmed down the glow faded and my vision returned to normal, probably I was seeing everything pink because the force field was pink.
Now I needed to find a way to tell my family what happened to me without freaking them out and (gulp) set up an appointment to the doctors to find out what is happening to me.
I guess I couldn't deny it anymore, I really am a mutant and apparently one with some cool powers, now if only they weren’t pink... I knew I should have stayed in bed.
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I guess I couldn't deny it anymore, I really am a mutant and apparently one with some cool powers, now if only they weren’t pink... I knew I should have stayed in bed.
Disclaimer:
"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares?
I was pacing back and forth in the living room, nervous as hell and trying to figure out how to tell my family what is happening to me. Not that I think they will throw me out of anything. My family doesn't have anything against mutants and MJ's parents are some of their best friends, so yeah, we don't have anything against mutants so I'm not sure how to feel about this, I mean, who never thought about having cool powers? I know I did, and apparently I got some powers, but why pink? Can you Imagine? A pink guy superhero? The villains would laugh their asses off every time I appeared and everyone would think I'm gay.
Yeah, yeah, I'm babbling, but can you blame me for that? I hope the doctors can find a way to reverse this. And why is my chest itching? Maybe I'm developing muscles, my whole body feels a little off, or maybe... no don't go there Mark, those things don't happen, do they?
I didn't noticed but somehow I fell asleep, waking up suddenly when my cell phone rang scaring the crap out of me, I jumped and noticed that my vision went pink again.
"Shit! Calm down Mark, it was just the cell phone."
I looked around to look for my cell and I noticed something odd. No I won't say weird, I did that too much today. Anyway, I noticed that I was floating and my head was almost touching the ceiling.
"Whoa! I can fly? That is so cool. But how do I get down?"
The thing is, that as soon I wished to stop flying, the pink field went away and.... you guessed it, I fell down hard.
"Ouch, that hurt"
I quickly grabbed my cell and saw that it was MJ calling me.
"Hello?"
"Mark, is that you?"
"Who else would it be, MJ?"
"Sorry, your voice is sounding a little strange"
"Strange? What do you mean?"
"Never mind. Where are you? You didn't show up for lunch and I heard Marshal saying he was going to kill you for what you did today. What happened? There are some wild rumors around the school that he was beaten by a pink glowing mutant."
"Pink glowing mutant? Shit! Shit! Shit!"
"Mark, are you okay?"
"Yeah... no... I don't know MJ. Things are getting weirder and weirder since I woke up this morning and I'm freaking out."
"Do you mean you are the mutant they are talking about?"
"Yeah, I was freaking out all morning after you said my eyes were changing colors and I went to check on the mirror right before lunch and when I saw the color, I had to get out of school and ended up bumping into Steven Marshal and something happened."
"What happened?"
"I.... I... can't tell you this over the phone. I need to tell my parents and I am freaking out. I is not just my eyes that changed color, it seems my hair is too."
"I'm coming there right now."
"Wait! I don..." And the line disconnected.
****
It didn't take long her to arrive, after all, she lives just a few houses away.
I heard her knocking the door and say "Mark? Are you there?"
"Go away, I don't want you to see me like this!"
"Come on Mark, open the door."
"No, I won't. Please I don't want you to see me right now."
"It can’t be that bad."
"It is embarrassing."
"Whatever it is, I promise you I won't laugh."
"........ok." I said and opened the door.
I looked up to her and she had a shocked look on her face.
"M...Mark?"
"What is wrong with you? You said you wouldn't laugh but you stare at me like I look like some kind of freak?" I said feeling pissed off.
"No... It's not that. It is that you look different from this morning."
"Different? Different how?"
"Did you look at yourself in the mirror since you got back?"
"No, why?"
"It wasn't just the eyes and hair that changed. Your face looks different too."
"WHAT?"
"Come with me." She said grabbing my hands and taking me to the bathroom.
She pushed me inside and said. "Take a look."
And unfortunately I did. My hair had grown a couple inches and it was pink, thankfully it wasn't hot pink, more like a light pink with a bit of blond in it. My eyes looked a little bigger and they were a very light pink, my cheekbones looked a bit higher and my face was starting to look a bit softer.
"What is happening to me?" I asked mostly to myself.
"I'm not an expert on mutants but I think you might be an exemplar." MJ said.
"Exemplar? What is that?"
"When a mutant manifests, sometimes they have something called Body Image Template or BIT for short, and the body tries to match the bit, causing the changes. Some scientists believe that the BIT is what our subconscious think the person's perfect body should be."
"B...but why is this happening to me? Why would I want to have pink hair and eyes and look like an effeminate version of myself? I'm not gay." I said sobbing and feeling tears moisturising my eyes.
"I don't know, but I think things will be okay. At least you didn't start to grow wings, fur or scales."
"What? That could happen?"
"They do happen. An uncle of mine has cat eyes, tail and ears. He looks kind of sexy actually."
"B...but that isn't happening to me. I'm not starting to look sexy, I'm starting to look gay." I said and scratched my chest.
MJ looked a bit oddly at me and asked "Mark, is your chest itching?"
"Yeah, it started after I came back home."
"Can I take a look? I want to check something."
"You want me to take off my shirt?"
"You don't mind, do you?"
"I guess not. It's not like guys are afraid to be topless, right?" I said and took off my shirt.
I looked down and my chest looked a bit puffy, maybe I am getting those muscles after all.
MJ raised her hands and reached for my chest. "May I?" She asked and I nodded.
When she touched my nipples was like an electric shock ran through my entire body and I think a small moan escaped my lips. Damn they were never this sensitive, but I think I liked it.
"Mark? I'm not sure how to tell you this... but before I do I want you to promise me something."
"Sure, anything."
"Just promise you won't freak out on me, okay?"
"Freak out? I don't think anything you tell me will freak me out anymore after the day I had."
"Mark, please." She said and gave me her trademarked puppy dog eyes number 3.
"Okay, I promise, just stop with the puppy dog eyes, you know what they do to me."
"Thank you, and remember don't freak out, okay?"
"Okay."
"Mark, I... think.... you.... are.... growing breasts."
What can I say? I broke the promise, freaked out and suddenly everything went pink for a bit before going black.... Now, black I like, black is peaceful... black is...
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“Damn you! Now I need to go. You and your big mouth.”
Disclaimer:
"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares?
“Mark, Mark, wake up!” I heard a voice calling me.
“Come on Mark, wake up!”
“Just five more minutes.” I said and then I felt a splash of cold water hitting my face and I do mean cold. Needless to say I jumped and ended up hitting my head on the ceiling.
“Ouch! What was that for?” I asked
“Mark, get down here.” MJ said and I noticed I was floating with my head touching the ceiling.
“I don't know how. The last time I tried I fell down.”
“Try to will yourself down gently.”
“Okay.” I did as she told me and I imagined myself going down, but somehow I guess I imagined going too fast and the next thing I knew I was standing on the floor inside the kitchen and there was a hole in the kitchen ceiling and MJ was looking down to me from it.
“What part of gently didn't you understand?” She asked me with an amused look on her face.
“Give me a break, okay? I have no idea what I am doing here.”
“Okay, give me a few seconds to get there and don't move a muscle.”
“Okay.” The next thing I knew she was jumping through the hole and landed swiftly right in front of me.
“How did you do that?”
“Practice, I have been training in Parkour for a couple years now.”
“Oh wow, I didn't know that. That's kinda cool.”
“It is great to get away from problems, it is something every girl should know along with self defense classes.”
“Like the hit and run like hell routine?”
“That's the idea. But enough about me. Why did you freak out when you promised me you wouldn't?”
“I freaked out? Why? I don't remember very well. The last thing I remember is you telling me to not to freak out and then.... then... Oh SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”
“Ah, you just remembered?”
“You said that I... I... am growing breasts. AND YOU THOUGHT THAT I WOULDN'T FREAK OUT?”
“Hey! You don't need to yell at me. I'm right here in front of you, you know.”
“Did you know that when you tell someone don't freak out it is almost guaranteed to cause a freak out? Specially with news like that.”
“I know, but what could I do? I didn't expect you to pass out though. By the way the flying trick was pretty cool.”
“I know, but how am I going to explain this to my parents?” I said waving at the hole in the middle of the kitchen ceiling. “I just made the bathroom unusable and the kitchen too. God they are going to be pissed at me.
“At least you are not freaking out about the breasts thing anymore.”
“Dammit! I was trying not to think about it. I am turning into a freak. I'm going to be a joke. A guy with pink hair, eyes and powers... and boobs.”
“Hummm... Mark? I don't think that is what's happening at all.”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you take a good look at the mirror?”
“Sort of. I'm starting to look like an effeminate gay guy.”
“That's not what I'm seeing.”
“Huh?”
“You are not looking like an effeminate gay guy at all.”
“What do you mean?”
“I guess I can't tell you not to freak out again so I'll just say it anyway, okay?”
“Okay. It can't be worse than growing boobs anyhow.”
“Mark, you are starting to look like a girl, a very hot one at that.”
“WHAT?????? I AM TURNING INTO A GIRL????”
She gave me a big hug and said while holding me “Calm down Mark. Calm down. Everything will be okay.”
“B.... but I don't want to be a girl.” I said and started bawling at her shoulder.
“I know, I know.” She said stroking my hair gently trying to calm me down.
“H...how do you know I'm turning into a girl?”
“I'm not sure, but I heard it can happen and the clues kind of jump out at me from you, you know?”
“You mean the pink eyes and hair?”
“No, not the pink. Did you know that pink used to be a manly color?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, until the 19th century the pink color was considered too strong and passionate for someone as delicate as a girl. Anyway it's not the pink that clued me it was your other changes.”
“Other changes?”
“Your eyes are bigger, your face is smoother and taking an oval shape, the breasts, the hips seem a bit wider and your behind is looking rounder and bigger. Oh and your voice is sounding higher too.”
“Now that you mention it, the pants do feel a little tight right now.” I said feeling a bit uncomfortable. “And what do you mean about my voice?”
“The change is still small, but you do sound a little bit more like a girl. The one thing I don't understand is why is that happening so fast.”
“Fast?”
“Yeah, from what I read about the physical changes caused by the BIT on a newly emerged mutant usually take months and don't happen as fast as they are happening to you.”
“What am I going to do? I can't go back to school like this. And what will my parents say? I'm soooo doomed right now.”
“First it might be a good thing you don't go back to school right now, Marshal is very pissed at you. Whatever you did has him fuming.”
“I don't know what I did to him either. One moment he is about to hit me and the next moment he is hitting some sort of pink force field around me. When I moved my arms up to protect myself some sort of blast came out from my hands and he was thrown back several feet, just stopping because he hit the wall.”
“A blast? I heard some people say it was a pink fist coming out from someone glowing pink. I don't think most people knew it was you. I heard some people even say it was a girl that Steven was hitting on. I saw your field when you flew up and it kinda makes it harder to recognize you.”
“What? People thought it was a girl that did it?”
“Yes and I think they might be right about that too, or at least they will be right sooner or later.”
“Oh God. I am turning into a girl, ain't I?”
“I guess so. Hum..... Mark?”
“Yeah?”
“Did your check your..... huh... you know?”
“Huh?”
“You know, to see if it is normal or... shrinking?”
“Shrinking?” I said going pale, as it dawned on me what she was talking about.
“I... didn't, and.... now I am afraid to do so.”
“Well... sooner or later you will have to do it. When was the last time you went to the bathroom. Other than to check yourself in the mirror I mean.
Dammit. She had to remind me of that. The last time I went was this morning before going to school and now I really needed to go. I needed to go bad.
“Damn you! Now I need to go. You and your big mouth.” I said. I started to run towards the downstairs restroom. I could hear MJ giggle as I left the kitchen.
****
Inside the restroom I lifted the toilet seat and opened the pants’ button, feeling a huge relief when I did so as it was getting REALLY uncomfortable. I reached down to grab my little friend to aim, you know like any other guy in this world, and when I did so I got a big shock, or should I say small? As it was exactly what happened to my little friend, it was small, having lost all the growth it had gained the last couple years since I started my puberty.
I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry but I still needed to go so I aimed the best I could and let go.... What a mistake it was, the pee went everywhere BUT the toilet making a huge mess out of things. A huge stinking WET mess. If it wasn't so sad it would be almost comical.
Needless to say it took a long time for me to clean up the mess I made and used a huge amount of toilet paper doing so. I guess I will have to sit down to do my business from now on. (sigh)
The next problem was when I tried to button back my pants, I just couldn’t do it. It was too tight, and I just couldn't go out as MJ was waiting for me. Before I could think of something I heard MJ saying that she left a pair of tracksuit pants outside the restroom for me to put on. I guess she knew that would happen.
I slowly opened the door a little and grabbed the pants from the door handle closing it quickly afterward. I put on the pants and they did fit, though they were a bit tight on the hips and a little loose at the waist, at least I could tie the pants’ string to make them fit better and not let them fall down as soon I took a few steps out.
I left the restroom feeling completely embarrassed and blushing like mad. (Did I just say blushing?)
“Ohh... that's a cute shade of pink.” She said.
“What?”
“You are blushing and it is a very cute shade of pink.”
“Damn it.”
“Calm down, Mark. I didn't mean to tease you. By the way did you know your eyes change colors when you get angry?”
“They do?”
“Yes, they change from a pale pink to a hot pink color.”
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
“You do like to say shit a lot, don't you?”
“Don't you start on me, MJ. I'm under a lot of stress right now.”
“Then you wouldn't like to know that your hair grew a couple more inches and it is starting to look really good.”
“WHAT? Are you trying to make me freak out again?”
“Not really, I just wanted to see your eyes change color again, it is so cool.”
“I'm glad you are amused by my predicament.”
“I'm sorry.” She said and gave me a hug, and it felt good, very good. The way my breasts felt touching her breasts was very pleasurable. (What did I just think? Shit I'm doomed.)
“MJ? What am I going to do now? I need to talk to my family and I have no idea how to do that.”
“Don't worry about it.” She said.
“Why not?”
“Because they will be here any minute now. My parents too.”
“WHAT?”
“I called them while you were in the restroom.”
“You mean you told them what happened to me?”
“Not exactly, I said you had some serious problem and needed them here ASAP. I told my parents though. I think they might be able to help you out.”
“Help me out? How? They know someone capable of reversing the changes?”
“I don't know. Probably they will help you find some doctor to examine you and someone to do your preliminary powers tests.”
“Power tests? What is that?”
“It is where they test to see which powers you have, what kind of mutant you are and stuff.”
“Oh.”
“You know, I'm kind of glad you are a mutant, and I am not bothered by your changes by the way.”
“Why is that?”
“Well... you know I said that I would probably manifest sooner or later because both my parents are mutants, right?”
“Yeah... I remember that.”
“The thing is.... I did manifest a little while ago during Christmas break. I'm going to a private school for mutants at the beginning of the next school year.”
“Really? What kind of powers do you have?”
“My powers are electromagnetic based, basically I am an energizer and also a gadgeteer.”
“Gadgeteer? What is that?”
“Well... you know how I like to mess with electrical stuff, right?”
“Yeah, you were always tinkering with something and trying to build stuff.”
“That's a gadgeteer, we can build stuff, we have an innate understanding about devices and we can also create new stuff.”
“That is a cool power, useful and discreet.”
“Aren't you going to ask me why I'm not bothered by your changes?”
“Huh? Why aren't you bothered by my changes?”
“Mark, I know you have had a crush on me for a while now.”
“Y.... you knew that?”
“Yeah, my mom has been trying to play the matchmaker to us for a while and she noticed how you felt about me.”
“Really? And she just told you that?”
“Well.... not really. First she noticed how I felt about you.” She said blushing.
“B...but then.... why aren't you bothered about what is happening to me?” I asked confused.
“Mark. I'm going to a private school for mutants next semester and with you manifesting it means you can go too... The other thing is that... I'm... bi.” She said blushing.
“You are what?”
“I'm bisexual. Gender doesn't matter to me, what matters is who the person is and I fell for who you are, so....” She said hugged me and started to kiss me.
What can I tell you about the kiss. The kiss was.... well... magical. It was like an electrical charge went through my entire body I don’t know if it was her power or something else but I didn’t care. My legs felt like jelly and I couldn't think straight. My heart was beating a million times per minute and it was like the world just melted away, leaving just me and her. I never felt like this before and I loved it.
We were kissing passionately when we heard a gasp and we stopped kissing to see my parents and MJ’s parents standing next to the front door looking at us with unreadable faces.
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“What do you have against the color pink?”
“It's too girly.”
“And?”
“That's it. I am a guy. Guys don't like pink.”
“Well, I don't see that being a problem for much longer.”
Disclaimer:
"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares?
“Oops.” MJ said and we left our embrace blushing.
“Hi mom, hi dad.” I said.
“Mark? Is that you?” My mom asked me wide eyed. My father just stood there looking like his jaw was about to fall to the floor. MJ's parents looked a bit confused as well, although I thought I saw a small hint of amusement from her mother.
“Yeah, It's me.” I said blushing.
“What happened? Why do you look like that?”
“Mom, I think I am a mutant.”
“What does it have to do with you looking like that?” I heard my father ask.
“Looking like what?” I asked him.
“Like some sort of fairy.” My father said looking a bit angry.
“John, don't talk to our child like that.” My mother admonished him. “He doesn't look like a fairy.”
“He does from where I am standing.”
“STOP THAT!” I yelled.
“DO YOU THINK I WANTED TO LOOK LIKE THIS? I'M NOT TURNING INTO A FAIRY! I'M TURNING INTO A FREAKING GIRL!” I yelled feeling angry and noticing the pink vision thing again. 'Damn, what a time to show my pink field.'
Everyone looked at me with shocked look on her faces and MJ hugged me trying to calm me down.
“Calm down Mark, everything is okay. There is no need for you to get angry.” She said running her fingers through my hair while hugging me and somehow it worked. It didn't take long and my field slowly fade away.
I looked at my father and he stood there red faced looking angry. My mom turned to him and said. “John, I never thought you were so bigoted.”
MJ's father turned to my father at that point and said. “Your wife is right, John. You didn't even wait for your son to tell us what happened and you were already jumping into conclusions, and to me, it seems it was the wrong conclusion. Or did you already forget that your son was kissing my daughter when we got here? Also a mutation that causes changes in shape like we are seeing here, is not within the person's conscious choice.”
“B..but he just said that he is turning into a girl.” Dad said dejectedly.
“If he is it makes him a lesbian and not a fairy.” MJ's mother said.
“Hey! I'm right here you know.” I told them not liking being talked about like I'm not even present.
“Sorry, sweetie.” My mother said.
'Sweetie? Already?'
“Now John, can we count on you to stay calm and let your kid explain us what happened?” MJ's father asked dad.
“Ok, I’ll be quiet.” He said looking around, seeing he was alone in his opinion.
So I told them everything that happened today, from the moment I woke up till the moment they got home. Somewhere in the middle of my story my sister got home and my mom pointed her to a point of the sofa for her to sit and put a finger up to her own lips as telling my sister to be quiet.
“So that was what happened so far.” I told them.
“Wait a second.” My mother said and run to the kitchen.
“MY KITCHEN!” We heard my mother yell and of course everyone else run to the kitchen wanting to see the damage.
“It's not so bad,” dad said. “Just a hole in the ceiling.” He seemed to calm down after I told them the story.
“I know, it was just the shock when I saw the mess.” My mom said, with tears in her eyes.
My mom is a great cook and loves her kitchen, she says cooking is therapeutic for her and also her hobby. We are always eating something new and different at home. We keep telling her she should have been a chef but she said if she had to cook, for work, it wouldn't be as fun anymore, so yeah, she is very protective about HER kitchen.
“Also the upstairs bathroom is unusable right now.” My sister said.
“I'm sorry sis.”
“I know, it's not your fault.”
“Actually it kind of was my fault, after all I flew down through the floor there.”
“Yeah, he does suck at flying” MJ said.
“I wish I was there to see it.” My sister said and the rest nodded their heads. Apparently everyone wanted to see that.
I noticed something strange then, my father outburst was the only freaking out any of them had about what happened and everyone seemed to be taking things well, too well.
“Huh... why aren't you guys freaking out about this?”
“Sweetie, you explained everything to us and what can we do? Also that kind of change isn't the first time it happened in the family.”
“What, the pink thing?”
“No, the boy to girl thing.”
“Really?” I asked wide eyed.
“Really, my mother is a mutant and she was born a boy. She changed when her mutation kicked in.”
“You mean the grandmother I never met? She is a mutant? Why have I never met her?”
“Whoa, calm down with the questions kiddo.” My father said. “I'm sorry for the way I reacted back there, but it was a shock to see your only son changed so much, you know?”
“I know dad. It is pretty shocking for me too.”
“Answering your question you did meet your grandma. Several times actually.” Mom said.
“But I don't remember her.”
“You do remember her, you just didn't know she is your grandma.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know her as your aunt Judy.”
“What? You mean aunt Judy is actually my grandma?”
“Her power makes her age very slowly, so right now she looks like my younger sister rather than my mother, so we decided to let you and everyone else think she is my sister.”
“What are her powers?”
“She didn't get much in the powers lottery. She has some regeneration, slowing her aging considerably and she is also clairvoyant being capable of seeing up to 5 minutes in the future, so no, she can't give you the lotto numbers, although it did save her a few times.”
“I wish I could speak with her.”
“You will.” My mom said.
“I do have one question.” MJ's mother said.
“What is that?”
“What are your feelings towards my daughter?” She asked and looked intently at me.
That made me think the feelings I had towards MJ and felt the warmth I get when she is close to me, and that led me to feelings I had when we kissed and I blushed. I was about to answer her when she said “That’s good enough for me.”
“Huh?”
“I am an empath, remember? I could read your emotions when I asked you the question. Also I know that everything you told us is the truth.”
“One of the things I am worried about though, is how fast your changes are happening.” MJ's father said.
“Why is that, Matt?” My mom asked him.
“Usually those changes take a long time to happen, and in the hour we have been here, his hair grew about an inch and I can also see a few more changes to the face and body. That is highly unusual.”
“And what does it mean?”
“It means we need to get you tested ASAP. I'll call a friend and get the ball rolling.”
“Yeah, that is a good idea. I don't have any idea what I can do and I don't want to hurt anyone.”
“Also there is the issue with what happened today. I don't know if someone called the MCO or not, or if they knew it was you.”
“Steven Marshal knew it was me, the rest I'm not sure.”
“Dad, Steven is the son of Jack Marshal.”
“Is that so?”
“Who is Jack Marshal?” I asked.
“Jack Marshal is a member of H1. I don't think they would call the MCO on you, Mark. I think they will come after you directly.”
“H1? You mean Humanity First? Those guys are practically terrorists.” I said in horror.
“Yes. I don't think you would be safe here right now, nor is your family.” He said.
“Why wouldn't my family be safe?”
“Because if they come after you, they will come in numbers and usually they think that a mutant's family is also guilt for giving birth to a mutant and should be... how can I say this... removed for the sake of humanity.”
“You mean murdered?”
“Unfortunately.”
“What are we going to do?” My dad asked him.
“Daddy, can't they go to our home tonight?” MJ asked using her puppy eye number 2 (the please daddy one). One thing I’ll tell you, those things are dangerous.
“I guess it's for the best princess.” He told her. “Now everyone take just what you need for a night out and we will meet you at my home in a few minutes.”
After that we rushed around the house to get our stuff.
“Dammit.” I hear my sister swear.
“What's wrong sis?”
“I can't get to my toothbrush. It is over the sink on the other side of the hole.” She said looking into the bathroom.
At that moment I felt bad about it and wished I could get it for her. I felt a tingling inside my body and suddenly I saw a pink flying hand picking up the toothbrush and dropping it at Lisa's hand. (Lisa is my sister's name btw.)
“That was sooooo cool” She said. “How did you do that?”
“I have no idea.” I told her still shocked about what just happened.
“Hey, didn't you say you hit that Steve guy at school with some pink blast or something?”
“Yeah, but MJ said some people saw a pink fist going at him. I'm not sure as I was basically closing my eyes at the time and things happened pretty fast.”
“So isn't this like the same power you used earlier?”
“Maybe, but I wasn't paying much attention at the time. I thought I was going to get beaten the shit out of me.”
“True, probably you will find out sooner or later anyway. That is a very cool power.”
“Yes it is, if it at least wasn't pink.”
“What do you have against the color pink?”
“It's too girly.”
“And?”
“That's it. I am a guy. Guys don't like pink.”
“Well, I don't see that being a problem for much longer.” My sister said with an amused look at her face.
“Don't remind me, okay? Things are pretty scary for me without thinking about that too.”
“I'm sorry but it seems you can't just deny it for much longer, SIS. I don't think you will be a guy by this time tomorrow.”
“Why do you think that? And don't call me sis yet.”
“Because you are already looking almost completely like a girl.”
'I won't freak out, I won't freak out, I won't freak out.' I freaked out.
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"Will you still like me after you see me eating?"
"You can eat like a pig and I would still like you."
Disclaimer:
"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares?
I don't really remember the next few minutes, the first thing I remembered was that we were already at MJ's house and I was laid down on the living room couch with my head on MJ's lap.
"What happened?" I asked confused.
"You are awake, good." I heard MJ's mother voice say.
"What happened? I don't remember getting here."
"You freaked out again." MJ told me.
"I did? Why?"
"Don't you remember?"
"Not really."
"Your sister is very worried about you. She is blaming herself." MJ's Mother told me.
"Why would she... oh."
"You remembered?"
"Kind of. I remember her telling me I already looked like a girl, but nothing after that."
"She said you closed your eyes for a few seconds and then got stiff before falling unconscious on the floor."
"You mean I freaked out and then passed out? Shit! That is the second time today."
"It is getting kind of annoying." MJ said.
"How long have I been out?"
"Just under a hour." Her mother said.
"What time is it?"
"It's almost 7."
I did want to get up but MJ was running her fingers through my hair and it was so relaxing. Of course at that moment my stomach rumbled very loudly causing MJ and her mother to giggle and me to blush of course.
"I hear someone is hungry." MJ said giggling.
"Yeah. I don't remember last time I ate something. I guess I was too busy freaking out to think about food."
"Don't worry about it. Dinner is almost ready. Your mother and my husband are having some fun in the kitchen. You know how much those two like to cook."
"Yeah, and you know how much daddy likes to eat too." MJ said.
"Look who is talking, miss energizer" Her mom shot back.
"You do have a big appetite." I told MJ.
"Hey, it's not my fault. Energizers do eat a lot because of their metabolism." MJ said.
"You should see how big the food bill is since she emerged. Thank heavens I'm not an energizer too or all our money would go towards food."
"I'm not so bad mom." MJ said pouting.
"I agree with MJ. I saw her eat, she eats a lot but not that much."
"That's because she takes a couple dozen energy bars to school in her backpack."
"What? Is that true?"
"I do get hungry after lunch, okay? It's not like I can eat what I want in the cafeteria during lunch without raising suspicion."
"As amusing as this is, Please, stop talking about food, I'm starving." I said and my stomach made an even bigger noise.
It took an eternity for the diner to be served and I was famished. (Actually it was less than five minutes but it felt like an eternity, okay?) I don't remember seeing so much food before. I guess they weren't kidding about the amount the food MJ and her father eat.
MJ sat right next to me at my right and my sister at my left. On the other side of the table were our mothers and our fathers were at the heads of the table. MJ's father didn't look happy about the seating arrangement, probably because it meant he didn't have easy access to all the food on the table, I on the other hand...
God, everything looked so good and the smells were absolutely divine. (Divine? did i just think that?) I serving myself when MJ leaned to me and whispered. "Will you still like me after you see me eating?"
"You can eat like a pig and I would still like you." I told her. "But now let's eat I'm starving."
In the end the diner was a surprise to everyone, of course MJ and her father ate a lot but everyone eyes were turned to me. I looked around and asked. "What? I said I was hungry."
"You did, but we never saw you eat like that." My mom said.
"What do you mean?"
"You just manage to out-eat Matt." MJ's mother said.
"But I am still hungry."
"Then by all means, keep eating." MJ's dad said. " I did suspected you would eat a lot more than you were used to, so we did cook extra."
"Why did you suspect that?" My father asked.
"Because of the speed of the changes and the powers he manifested so far. I thought he would have an appetite like a Brick or an Energizer. The powers showed so far suggests a TK Superman, but the pink visual effects are unusual."
"Brick? TK Superman? What are those?" I asked.
"Bricks are really though and strong and the TK Superman is the brick type that uses TK or telekinesis to emulate the classic superman powers, like strength, toughness and flight." He told us.
"So you think I might be one of those? A TK superman?"
"More like a TK Supergirl." My sister said.
"Lisa!" My mother yelled at her.
"No mom, she is right. I don't think I can deny anymore. I am even sounding like a girl now."
"We didn't want to say anything, but you are sounding like a girl now." My mom said. "Still Lisa shouldn't talk like that."
"I'm sorry Mark." My sister said.
"Don't worry about it sis."
"So what do we do now?" MJ asked.
"I don't know about you guys but I'm still up for dessert." I said. The faces everyone made was priceless. And yes, I still had dessert, four servings actually.
After diner I was finally feeling satisfied, although I could still have eaten a little more. Not that I would tell them that.
We were all in the living room, talking about tomorrow. MJ's father called a doctor friend of his, who specialized in mutant physiology and got me an appointment first thing in the morning at his friend's private practice. It seems that after he told his friend what was happening to me he was extremely interested in testing me. I just hope he doesn't use too many needles.
Suddenly we heard a commotion on the street and MJ's father and my dad went to the window to see if they could see what was going on.
"It seems a big crowd is coming up the street. I think they are going towards your house, John."
"Is it the H1?" I asked.
"More than likely. Ann (MJ's mother),grab the camera, we have to film this. I'm calling the police. Kids, go upstairs and stay away from the windows."
We did try to argue with them, but we weren't successful and we went upstairs. I was feeling terrible it was all my fault and I hated not knowing what was happening.
You probably thought you were finally going to see some action, didn't you? No such luck, the H1 didn't know where we were and the police came quickly. Yeah I was surprised at that too. First time we needed them that they showed up in a mater of minutes, but then again, the fact that MJ's father helped to set up their computer systems and knows half the force might have helped.
There was a bit of commotion and several people were arrested with Molotov Cocktails ready to throw at my house. Several others tried to resist arrest but most of them scattered like cockroaches when the light is turned on. I heard Steven and his father were among the crowd and MJ's mother’s recording will help to identify some of the ones that got away.
After the commotion was over, it was time for everyone to go to bed and MJ tried to use her sad puppy dog eye trick on her father for him to let me sleep in her bed with her, but her mother came to his rescue and said that she wouldn't let us sleep together after the display they saw in my home earlier today, and MJ was too smart to try the puppy dog eyes trick on her mother. Apparently mothers are immune to that particular trick. Go figure.
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“Mark?” MJ said with a worrisome tone in her voice.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“I'm having a few cramps this morning but it is natural after all I ate last night, other than that I feel fine, why?”
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"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares?
In the end, my parents got the guest room, my sister got to share with MJ (talk about unfair) and I got the five star luxury treatment, my own very special sofa to sleep in. Fortunately it was big enough so I could lay down comfortably. I thought it would take me a long time to be able to fall asleep but I guess it came as soon as I got my head on the pillow because I don't remember anything after that.
Thursday, February 15 2007
You might notice that I put the date up now, because I just noticed that I didn't do it yesterday. I had too much on my mind and never thought about it until now. Thankfully it is just one day and I won't go back and add it. (yeah, I'm lazy like that.)
Anyway, MJ woke me the next morning with a kiss and let me tell you, what a great way to wake up, waaaaaaaaaay better than my heart attack inducing alarm clock.
“Good morning, beautiful.” She said to me.
“Good morning.” I said back rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “What time is it?”
“A little after 6.”
“Why did you wake me so early?”
“Because I have school today and you need to get ready for your powers testing.”
“What? I thought you were going with me to my powers testing.”
“I can't, I asked my mom and she said I had to go to school.”
“Man, that is so unfair.”
“I thought so too, but after she said we needed to know how things are at school, I decided to go. It’s especially important because your sister will be there too and my mom wants me to protect her if something happens.”
“But why does she have to go?”
“I'm not sure, but it seems to have something to do with maintaining appearances, making people think everything is normal. If she doesn't go today everyone will know something is up.”
“I'm still worried about her. Keep an eye on her for me, okay?”
“Will do.” She said and gave me a quick kick on the lips. “Now get up and get ready. I'll make breakfast.”
“Breakfast made by you? I'm up, I'm up.” I said jumping off the sofa, hoping today would be a better day than yesterday. I couldn't be more wrong.
“Mark?” MJ said with a worrisome tone in her voice.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“I'm having a few cramps this morning but it is natural after all I ate last night, other than that I feel fine, why?”
She didn't say anything just kept looking at my groin area and that made me look down. The first thing I noticed is that my (sigh) breasts were even bigger than last night and I had to bend down a little to be able to look at where she was staring at. Let me tell you, THAT was a mistake as the next thing I remember was waking up on the floor with MJ calling me.
“W...what happened?” I asked.
“You passed out.... again” MJ said.
“Did I?”
“Yeah, it is becoming a habit for you, isn't it?”
“It is not my fault that things keep happening to freak me out. So what was it this time?”
“Are you going to freak out again?”
“I will try not to, but I can't promise you. Is that good enough?”
“That will have to do. Congratulations, Mark.”
“For what?”
“You are a girl. I think you are just having your first period.”
“WHAT?????” I practically yelled and looked down and I was a bloody mess. Yeah, I was almost freaking out again when MJ hugged me and I started to calm down. (That means cry like a baby).
“Why does my life have to be so screwed up? What I'm going to do now?” I said between sobs.
“First you are going to take a shower and clean up this mess, then I'm going to get you something for you to deal with your period.”
“Oh God. I'm having a period that means that I have a... a....”
“A vagina, yes.”
“Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm not ready to deal with this yet.”
“Unfortunately you will have to. Now go have a shower.”
I reluctantly went upstairs and into the shower, and before you ask, yes, I did undress first. The shower water hitting my skin was very pleasant and there were several foreign sensations that I was trying very hard to block out and I just went through the motions. Let me tell you when I had to clean my nether region I almost freaked out again. I so miss my little friend, the new configuration feels disturbingly odd and that's all I’m going to say about it.
I was finishing up my shower when the bathroom door opened. I thought it was MJ but to my horror was my mother that came inside.
“Mark? How are you feeling?” She asked me. Thankfully the towel was wrapped around me.
“M.....mom? What are you doing here?”
“MJ said you are having some problems.”
“Problems?”
“Yes, female problems.” She said and I went beet red.
“Did she tell you? Why?”
“I saw the blood on the sofa sheets, went looking for you thinking you were hurt and found MJ about to come in here with a box of tampons. I made her tell me everything.”
“Oh. So what do I do now?”
“First, let me take a look at my new daughter and then you are going to have to put the tampon in, I wanted to give you a panty liner but there are none in this house, at least not the kind used for periods.”
“Is there more than one type?”
“You'll see.” It was all she said.
The next few hours (okay, it was only a few minutes, but it felt like hours) were the most humiliating in my life so far. Not only did she have me stand naked in front of her, she actually made me put in the tampon while she watched me. And to make matters worse she thought I had to get the ‘birds and bees’ lecture from the female perspective. Let me tell you, it was not fun at all and I was so hoping that I would freak out again to escape that, but I think that after discovering you are having a period on your first day as a girl kind of makes it hard to freak out about other things.
My next problem was clothes, because, let's face it, there isn't anything I own that would fit me anymore. I don't think I lost any height, at least I don’t think I did. My mom measured me and together with the other females in the house, managed to get me something to wear and I swear my sister wanted me to put skirts on. In the end I was wearing a pair of jeans and a pink t-shirt, MJ had in her closet. I just put the dammed thing on because everyone said, it was the pink t-shirt or go topless, at least it wasn't a Hello Kitty one. No, I’m not wearing a bra, because none of the ones available would fit me. Apparently I’m bigger than MJ or even my sister up top, but not as big as my mom. My sister seemed jealous, saying it was unfair that her brother had bigger breasts than she did.
Okay, I think I talked too much about clothing already and I am uncomfortable enough as it is. Of course I was about to get even more uncomfortable and I didn't know it.
“You look so cute in that.” MJ said when she saw me.
“I don't want to look cute.” I said and did something that looked disturbingly like a pout.
“Cute does seem to agree with you, sis.” Lisa told me trying to hold her laughter.
“I'm glad I amuse you so, sis.” I said angrily at her. I turned to the others and said. “So, what do we do now?”
“I guess we should think about your name, you don't look like a Mark anymore.” MJ said it.
“Melody.” I heard my mom say.
“What?” I asked.
“Melody, that's your new name.”
“I like it.” MJ said and my sister nodded.
“Don't I have a choice in that?”
“No, Melody was going to be your name if you were born a girl and now you are one, so I call the parental right to name their children and name you Melody.”
“B..b..but mom, I don't want to be Melody. It's too girly”
“No buts young lady. It is your name now so get used to it. You didn't have a choice the first time so you don't have a choice now. If you want you can change after your 18th birthday.” My mom said with her no nonsense voice and I knew the discussion was over.
“Come on Mel, let's get some breakfast before my dad eats it all.” MJ said, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with her.
“Mel?”
“Yes, it is your new nickname.” MJ said and kept dragging me downstairs.
Downstairs things weren't much better. As soon as I arrived at the table, the dads' mouths looked like they were going to fall off and their eyes bugged out.
“M..Mark? Is that you?” My dad asked, not believing his eyes.
“H...hi dad.” I said blushing.
“Melody, you can sit at the same spot you did last night.” MJ said.
“Melody?” My dad asked and looked at mom that was just arriving.
“Yes, hon. Melody. That's the name we agreed on if she was born a girl, remember?”
“But changing his name already?”
“Why not, our daughter is having her first period so I thought I was appropriate for her to have a girls name.”
Hearing that, my father's face went green, probably more about the word period than the fact I was now named Melody.”
“P...period? Does it mean the changes...”
“Are complete? I think so.” My mom said interrupting dad.
“That was too fast. Thankfully we are already going to see a doctor right after breakfast.” MJ's dad said.
“I thought I was going to have my powers tested?” I asked him.
“That and a complete medical checkup. Don't worry, my friend has everything he needs in his private clinic.”
I don't think I need to tell you how much I ate, right? Let's just say that I have no idea how that much can fit inside my stomach as it looks physically impossible, but then again I could ask the same thing about MJ's or her father's. I think that my parent's and my sister looked a little sick seeing us eating like we did.
After breakfast MJ and Lisa went to school while my parents and MJ's dad went with me to the doctor.
Arriving at his clinic, it didn't look like anything special. We parked and went inside. The receptionist looked at us and then at MJ's dad recognizing him and said. “Good morning, the doctor is waiting for you.”
“Thanks Elaine.” He said and we went to meet the doctor.
Entering his office, a middle aged man greeted us. He had a full head of hair that was starting to go gray on the temples giving a distinguished look, he was also very fit and didn't look much like a doctor, he looked like he should be in Hollywood making movies.
“Good morning, so this is the young... lady you told me last night?” The doctor asked.
“Yes, this is her Dr. Paine.” MJ's dad said.
“Doctor Pain?” I asked wondering why would he have such a name, was he a super-villain or something?
“No, P A I N E with and e at the end.”
“Oh, sorry. For a moment I thought that was some sort of super-villain name or something.”
“Actually my old super-villain name was Dr. Pain.” He said proudly.
“You mean you are a super-villain?” I asked and glared at MJ's dad. How could he take me to a super-villain. I was worried I would be tortured now. I looked around and saw the same worried expressions from my parents.
“I'm retired. I got tired of having the law after me and frankly I make more money legally than I was able to when I was a super-villain. I just couldn't live up to my name. I found out that I hate to make people suffer.”
“Oh, okay.” I said with a sigh of relief.
“At least when I'm not dricking out.” He finished.
“Dricking out?”
“I am a Devisor and unfortunately I suffer from Diedrick's Syndrome, that's a fairly common syndrome among devisors but can be controlled using medication.
“Diedrick's Syndrome? What is that?” I asked.
“Think about the classic super-villain attitude, the megalomania, the paranoia, the delusions of grandeur and irrationality among other things. Those are classical symptoms of it. When I was a super-villain I wasn't on medication so I was constantly dricking out.”
“Oh, I see. So most master-minds are suffering from it?”
“Some yes, others just are like that. But enough about me, we are here to talk about you and your mutation.” With that, everyone but my mom and I left the room.
“I was told that you started to change yesterday and you were are a boy, right?”
“Right.”
“You seem to be changing very fast, faster than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“I...I don't think she is changing anymore, Dr.” My mom said.
“You mean the changes are complete? How do you know that?”
“She started her period sometime during the night.” She said and I tried to hide my face behind my hands ashamed.
“Incredible. What other things happened to you during that time?”
I told him everything that happened and he just kept nodding his head. After I finished he asked. “When you picked up that toothbrush, did you have control over the hand?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you control it or it just did that on its own?”
“I think it did on its own. I was just watching what was happening, as surprised as my sister was.”
“And what about when you blasted that kid?”
“I just wanted him to leave me alone. I never thought about blasting him or anything.”
“That's strange. Most of what you told me sounded like the Typical TK superman stuff with external use of telekinesis with a good degree with dexterity but that requires a high level of control, something you don't seem to have yet. Do you hear any voices inside or head, see images or have strange feelings?”
“Voices no, pictures no, feelings? Every time I move I feel strange feelings but other than that no. Why do you ask?”
“I was wondering if you might be an avatar. Not that the fact you didn't experience those things yet means you are not one.”
“An avatar?”
“Mutants that host a spirit in a symbiotic relationship. Avatars maintain and feed spirits the energy they need while the spirits give avatars some or all of their powers.”
“What kind of spirit would give me pink powers? Or pink hair, or make me a girl?”
“I have no idea. Whether you are an avatar or not, it doesn't mean the pink aspect is part of that, it might be just part of your mutation. The only clue we have about it so far is that your external TK seem to be somewhat independent of you, just reacting to what you want and doing it independently. We will explore that more later, first we should go and have the physical exam.”
With that he directed me to the examination room and gave me a pink hospital gown for me to change into. (Yeah, I know. Couldn't he give me a blue one?)
So I changed, was measured (It seems I am still 5”10'), weighted (no I'm not going to tell you my weight) and made me lay down in a table that had something metal protruding from it at where my legs are supposed to rest and it was so humiliating, even more than when my mother explained to me how to use the tampons. I was completely exposed to a stranger and WHY DOES WHATEVER HE USED, HAVE TO BE SO COLD? (and yes, my mom was with me the whole time.)
Finishing up what I learned was a pelvic exam, he called a nurse and she took some blood without problems and the doctor seemed surprised at that.
The nurse was leaving the exam room with my blood when I heard a few pops and the nurse yelled.
“What happened?” The doctor asked.
“I.. I don't know. One moment the blood was in the vials and then it seemed to vanish and the vials just imploded.” She said nervously.
“Fascinating.” Was all Dr. Paine said.
He turned to me with a syringe and took some more blood, noticing that when the needle left my arm the wound appeared to heal very fast, not letting a single drop of blood escape. He looked at the syringe and waited for a few seconds when suddenly the blood inside seemed to just vanish and the syringe sort of broke inwards like it was imploding.
“Simply fascinating and very disturbing too. It seems we won't be able to do a blood exam after all.”
“Disturbing? Why?” I asked him.
Because it seems that when any of your blood leaves your body it simply ceases to exist after a few moments.”
“I don't understand.” I told him.
“I don't either, but I will figure it out.”
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'Did I just think that?'
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"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares?
We then left the office and he led us to an elevator. We got inside and the elevator started to go down and kept going down for quite a while.
"We are going to the powers testing area now. It is deep underground mostly because the structure was already here. This used to be one of my laboratories and holdouts during my super-villain days and I converted it to it's current purposes."
"Are you saying that this used to be a super-villain base? How deep are we going?"
"Yes, that's pretty much what it was and we are going down about a mile underground."
"Why is it so deep?"
"Well... The thing is that I was extremely paranoid when I was dricking and I built it during my dricking episodes. You can't imagine how many traps against intruders I placed."
"But it is safe now, right?" I asked starting to feel worried.
"Yes it is completely safe. I removed all the traps.... I think."
Oh shit.
When the elevator finally stopped, the door opened and what I saw surprised me. I wasn't sure what to expect but I wasn't expecting this. The place looked completely normal. It looked like a waiting room like the one you would see anywhere other than the lack of windows.
I followed him into an area that looked like a gym, he grabbed something that looked like a very small black leotard and told me to put it on.
“What is this?” I asked
“It is an elastic catsuit that has several tiny sensors embedded that I designed and built.” The doctor said proudly.
“It's too small.”
“Don't worry about it. The material is extremely elastic and will fit perfectly.”
“Are you sure?" I asked looking at the offending garment that looked like it wouldn't fit a 10 year old.
" Yes I'm sure. I it's one size fits all. "
“And don't forget to disrobe completely before putting on the catsuit.”
“You mean I need to put this on naked? Why?”
“So that the sensors can pick up all the necessary information, any clothing would just interfere with them.”
"You don't expect me to change here, do you?"
"Oh, sorry. The door on the right is a changing room, you can change there."
What could I do? I went to the locker room next to the gym area, disrobed and put on the darned thing, at least it wasn't pink. It was completely black. The suit covered from my feet up till my neck, it had even gloves. Yes, it covered every inch of skin bellow my chin, what made me feel relieved to not be showing much skin as I wasn't ready for that just yet. Of course that as soon as I looked at the mirror all the relief I felt was washed away and replaced by a sense of dread. The suit did cover everything but at the same time it hugged every curve I had and made the twin mounds on my chest look bigger than they are (no, I’m not ready to call them by their proper name yet), making me look hot, too hot, in a catwoman hot way, and the worst thing is that it was so comfortable that it almost felt like I was naked. so yeah, I was not a happy camper. 'Now I see why the doctor was proud of having designed this, he is a pervert.'
I was about to leave the room when I decided to take one last look at the mirror.
'Damn, this thing makes me feel more naked than naked.'
'Too bad it is so black, if it had some pink and some gold details it would look cute.'
'Did I just think that?'
'Hummm... Hello?' Can you hear me?
'No, no, no, no, no! I'm not hearing voices. I refuse to hear voices saying something would look cute on me with pink in it.'
'You can hear me? Oh my gosh! Finally! (I could swear I felt a mental girly jumping up and down.)
“W..who are you? Where are you?”
'You can call me Mary Sue and I am inside you, silly. I am a spirit I think.'
“Mary Sue? Are you kidding me? What kind of name is that for a spirit?”
'It is my name and I like it, okay? I think it is very cute. I wouldn't change it just because I died, okay?'
'God I’m going insane here. Now I’m hearing a cute voice inside my head.'
'You are not going insane. I've been trying to talk to you since yesterday morning.'
“Yesterday morning was when my changes started, are you responsible for them?”
'Maybe? Not all of them. I noticed you yesterday morning at school and you sort of glowed to me and I decided to take a closer look. You know how being dead is, you get bored most of the time so anything unusual brings up my attention. So, you looked like you were glowing to me and I decided to get a closer look at you. The first thing I notice were your eyes as they were turning a nice pink color and I HAD to look closer. I so love pink it is such a cute color, don't you think? Anyway when I got really close to you I suddenly ended up being sucked into you somehow and here I am.'
“So, the pink isn't your doing?”
'I don't think so.'
“And the girl thing?”
'How am I supposed to know. ? I remember thinking that I thought your eyes were such a nice shade of pink but too bad it was on a boy, it would look sooooooo cute in a girl, but I don't think that is enough to make you into a girl. Maybe you already had a girl bit or maybe because I got sucked into you maybe our BITs merged and you ended up with a girl BIT?'
“You mean that if you didn't got close to me and got sucked in I would still be a boy?”
'Maybe? But a boy with pink eyes. It would be such a waste, and would look sooo gay.'
What could I say to that? She was right. Still I didn't want to be a girl, but now it was too late. What could I do? Freak out again?
“So, were you a mutant?”
'I guess so. I was never tested when I was alive. One day things suddenly started to move around me within me even touching them and some people saw it. The next thing I knew I was being beat up and then everything went black. I guess I died then,'
“Oh God! I'm so sorry.”
'It was a long time ago. I'm over its now.'
“When was it?”
'July 1st, 1969. I was 15 years old.'
“So you've been a ghost for almost 40 years?”
'Yes. Can you imagine how boring that is? How depressing is to see so many cute clothes being created and not be able to try a single thing? And what about the shoes? I love shoes. I wanted to try them so badly. Also I couldn't talk to anyone. I'm so happy that I can talk to you now. You look very cute by the way. I can't wait until we go shopping, we will have sooooo much fun trying all sorts of cute outfits.'
“No, no, no, no, NO! No cute outfits for me. I don't even like pink.”
'Awww, come on. Don't be such a party pooper. It's will be fun, trust me. I bet your girlfriend will love to see you try some cute outfits.'
“Hey! That's a low blow.” MJ does like things a little too much on the cute side of things. 'I'm so doomed.' I swear I could hear Mary Sue giggling at me.
“Anyway I should go back out or the doctor will wonder why I’m taking so long in here, but and please, please try to stay quiet during the tests, and okay? ”
'Awww, do I have to?'
'Yes you do. I need to concentrate during the tests and we have a lot of time to talk later if we are stuck with each other, and okay? '
' Ok. ' she said in a whiny mental voice. I hope I don't end up insane because of her, and or worse, I converted to the pink side of life. (shudder)
I left the locker room and the doctor was waiting for me pacing back and forth impatiently. He noticed me leaving the room and said: “Finally. What took you so long?”
“Do you remember the question about hearing voices? I started to hear one now.”
“Really? Did you talk to it? What kind of spirit is it? An ancient one? An elemental spirit? Maybe the spirit of an ancient God or maybe even something even more exotic? ” He asked excitedly.
“I talked to her and she isn't an ancient spirit or anything like that. She was just a mutant girl that was killed in 1969 probably just after manifesting. ”
“Oh, Never mind then. It is still interesting but not as interesting as an ancient god or an elemental spirit. At least we know now that you are an avatar. Are you ready for the tests?”
“As ready as I'll ever be I guess.”
The first test was running on a treadmill. It seems I can sprint about 35mph and keep a steady pace of around 20 mph. I was really impressed by that because I was never very good at running, actually I wasn't very good at any kind of physical exercise.
I think I was running for a little over 30 minutes when I felt something hit me being my head l, I lost my equilibrium and couldn't keep up because I was in the middle of a sprint and was practically thrown off the treadmill and fell down on a... I pink pillow?
"That was unexpected." I heard the doctor say as I was getting up and as soon I got up the pink pillow simply vanished.
"What the heck happened?" I asked angrily.
"I throwed a baseball at you." He told me calmly.
"Why did you do that?"
"Basically it's was to determine if you possess some sort of danger sense, and that could be an indication of an psi trait and/or precognitive powers."
"But did you have to throw in so hard?"
" I'm sorry but it had to be at least a little dangerous for it to work. Although the pink pillow was unexpected."
"What does that mean?"
"I'm not sure yet, but after we finish the tests and go through the data collected by the suit I will."
The next test was weight lifting. The machine would automatically increase the weight until I couldn't do it anymore. At the beginning it was very easy and it started to get harder and harder until I thought I couldn't lift anymore, at that moment the pink glow returned, this time only around my arms and hands and the weights suddenly felt lighter, so I kept going until I couldn't do it anymore.
"Hmmmm.... Fascinating." The doctor said with a curious expression.
After that came a test where he said it was supposed to test my reflexes, of course I think it was just something for him to exercise his sadistic nature as I was led into a room where there were some holes on the walls and the doctor left me alone in there. All I can say is that the holes were for the cannons and I was submitted to the dodge ball game from hell. I was supposed to dodge the balls and at first it was easy., and the problem was that the balls start to come faster and faster and I was having problems dodging them and I got hit once and then the pink force field came up again and the balls couldn't get to me anymore.
The next test thankfully wasn't a physical but an IQ one. Fortunetly the doctor had an alternative test because I did one before and I could remember all the answers for the standard one as it seems I have a photographically memory now along with a considerable boost in my IQ.
After that we stopped for a bit so we could eat something and, if boy I was famished. I ate a lot but the doctor didn't seem impressed, I guess my appetite wasn't uncommon. I tried to ask him about the results so far but he said it was a bit soon to say anything because at the moment other than the avatar thing the rest would be especulation.
Next time..... More powers testing and hopefully some answers.
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The next test, according to the doctor, was to see if I had any devisor and/or gadgeteer traits. He led me to a room that was set up like a workshop, it had all kinds of things in there and most of the stuff I had no idea what was for. I can say with conviction that I have no talent to build stuff, I mean other than being able to build my own computer system, but that's what normal geeks do, right?
After that I was led to a huge room that had very high ceiling and was very long too, it also had a glass window on one of the sides where it seems one can view the entire room from there.
"This room is physically and magically reinforced against damages, so I usually do the most potentially structural destructive powers here, so there is no need to hold back."
"You think I might be dangerous?" I asked nervously.
"Potentially any recently manifested mutant can be dangerous and that's the reason these tests exists, so we can know what you are capable of and ascertain that you are not a danger to yourself or others."
"I see. Does it mean that it also servers as a way to know which is also the best way to know how to best train me to control my powers?"
"Yes, but that will be for someone else to do, I only do the preliminary tests so that a temporary MID can be issued to you. Oh, that reminds me, you need to come up with a codename to put on the MID."
"A codename? Like a super-hero name? Why would I need that?"
"Mostly it is for privacy, all the data of yourself as a mutant will be under that alias, it prevents the general public of knowing your real name in case you decide to become involved in the super-hero or the super-villain communities."
"I think I understand."
Now, the tests there were pretty cool. The first thing I had to do was to summon my force field. Although I think that having a force field is pretty cool, I hate the fact it is pink and not invisible for two reasons, one it is pink and two, it makes me see everything in shades of pink like I was wearing pink lens over my eyes. Yeah, yeah I am still a bit miffed about the pink thing.Ok, ok, make that completely pissed off about it. Why did it have to be pink?
‘Come on, you know pink is a cute color and it does look great on you’
'I didn't ask you. I was thinking to myself. I know pink is a cute color and that's the problem. I am a guy and pink is not a guys color."
‘’Huh? A guy? I'm sorry, but you don't have to worry about being all manly anymore, girlfriend.’
Shit, I forgot about that for a bit. 'You didn't have to rub it in, you know?'
'Sorry, but I'm getting tired of you ranting about "why pink", you know? It gets tiring after the thousandth time in a day and half. We don't know why is pink but DEAL WITH IT ALREADY!!!'
Damn, the girl is mad, and I guess she does have a reason to be, but what can I do? It's not like I can control how I feel about it.
'It is not how you feel about it that is the problem, it's how you deal with it. Why not instead of ranting, why don't you try to embrace it? It might be pink, but you got some cool powers along with it, also you are still alive and not dead and stuck inside someone that keeps complaining about how miserable she is because her cool powers only comes in pink.'
'I'm sorry, OK? I didn't mean to upset you, but all this only started yesterday. I need some time to adjust to everything. Is there anything I can do to cheer you up? '
'Cheer me up? Do you really mean that?'
'Yeah, I guess I do. I rather be stuck with an upbeat and slightly annoying with all the cutesy stuff Mary Sue than a mad a me one.'
'Really? I think I know what you can do, but I'm not telling just yet. All I'll say is that your girlfriend, your mother and sister will enjoy that almost as much as I.'
Why do I have the impeding doom feeling and why do I have the mental impression of an evil laugh coming from her?
I was interrupted from my thoughts by the doctor's voice.
"Are you okay in there?"
"Oh, sorry. I was having a little discussion with my spirit friend."
"I see, you got a chatty one, didn't you?"
"Pretty much. I just hope she doesn't drive me insane."
"You know what they say about avatars, right?"
"No, what do they say?"
"They say that they aren't insane because that's what the voice in their heads tell them."
I bet you want to know if I laughed at that, right? I mean it is such an old joke but I didn't expect the doctor to do that, so yes, I did laugh... hard.
Now, back to the test, the first thing I did was to summon my force field, but I already said that, right? As expected I had the pink vision thing going again (I really need to come up with a better name for that), but something was different this time. Where before were white walls, now they were filled with strange glowing symbols and drawings, and yes I saw them in pink if you I wondering.
"What are those writings all over the walls?" I asked the doctor.
"Can you see that? Interesting.... Those are magical wards protecting the room against most kind of damages. It seems your field also works as a filter allowing you to see magic. That was unexpected."
"What does it mean?"
"I'm not sure, but according to the data the sensors on your suit and the ones around the room are sending, the nature of your field is only partially TK, also there seem to have a magical component to the energies of your field."
"What kind of magical component?"
"I'm no sure yet, but I will know more soon, after all, that's what we are here for. Now, try to levitate to start."
I did try to levitate, but what happened was that I ended up with my face stuck to the ceiling and I had to turn off the field to get down, but thankfully my fall was cushioned by a pink beanbag this time. Of course it went away as soon as I got up.
"It seems that there is also an unconscious element working on your abilities, mostly involving protection of injuries, or did you think something when you were falling?"
"I did think something. I thought 'Shit this is going to hurt.'"
Next he told me to try to levitate again, but this time I should visualize myself slowly lifting off the ground and hold steady about a couple feet up. I did so and surprisingly it worked, I was floating and holding steady until he asked me to fly around. What happened next I sure hope it wasn't getting recorded, because I felt like the ball of those pinball arcade games, bouncing all over the walls until I tried the visualization trick again and after that I was able to fly around a little better. Who knew that flying was such hard work?
Next I had to try replicate what happened at the school when I made a hand shoot out. It was easier than I thought it would be. I just had to will it happen and it did, a big pink hand shot out of my right hand when I was doing a punch motion while I tried to make it appear. I also found out that I could control it's movement and had it moving around for a bit before letting it go. Of course that made the doctor get ideas and soon I was trying to make all sorts of things to appear, like balls, chairs, a couch, a wall, you name it and I probably did it.
The next thing was to test if my constructs (yes, that's what he started calling them) could interact with other things as it seems they were surrounded by the same energies as my force field. He pressed something inside the room he was in and a hole opened up on one of the walls and a big concrete block came wheeled by a remote controlled forklift.
"I want you to try to pick that up using your constructs, do you think you can do that?"
"I'll never know unless I try." The forklift that brought it inside gave me an idea so I tried to summon a copy of that and let me tell you,having a photographic memory does help when trying to do that as soon I have a perfect pink replica of the forklift moving the concrete block around. It was a pretty fun thing to do, but at the same time I had that disturbing feeling that my powers looked strangely familiar but I didn't dwell on that as I was having too much fun.
Noticing that I could make a working forklift construct, the doctor asked me to move the block to one end of the room. After I did so he asked me to try and make a working gun to shoot at it. I guess I really am a geek as the first thing that came to mind was the gun phaser gun from star trek. When I pulled the trigger a laser bean shot out of the gun and went through the concrete block leaving it all cracked and with a hole running through it.
"Shit. I didn't expect that." I said surprised.
"Don't worry about that. That was exactly what I was hoping for. I think we are done here. Now I want to test if you can really see magic when your field is on."
He led me to another room that had several shelves with several items on them.
"On these shelves we have several magical an non magical items. What I want you to do is to first look at them without your field and after that look at them with your field on, but don't touch anything. There aren't anything dangerous here, but when dealing with potentially magic items you deal with then like a loaded gun, very carefully."
I nodded and looked around, other than some stuff looking really odd, there wasn't any clear indication of what would be magical without a more detailed examination and I said so to him.
"That's the idea of why only looking around, if someone can see magic they don't need to examine something to know if it is magical. The need for examination would be to determine what kind of magic it possess and what it is supposed to do."
I summoned my field again and looked around. This time I could see several items glowing and also there were differences on how much they glowed and the shade of pink I would see in the glow. I guess mean how charged the item was and how strong was the magic contained in them. I pointed that out to the doctor and he said it was probably it, but he couldn't be certain as there wasn't any really powerful item around to test it out, but I definitely could see magic. Oh, he also said we could go back up.
And that cheered me up.
I took off the perverts dream catsuit and checked my (gulp) tampon. There was nothing in it and I thought it was strange. Wasn't periods supposed to last a few days? I shrugged and changed myself back into the clothes I came in and once upstairs I was led into his office again where my mother joined us.
"Your daughter is an amazing girl Mrs Romsey."
"Thank you, doctor. Are the tests finished?"
"Mostly yes, there is just one more test I want to do and I thought it would be better if you were present."
"I wish to test her for regenerative powers, I noticed earlier when we tried to take blood that the needle marks vanished almost instantly."
"How do you want to do that?" I asked him. "I suppose you want to inflict some kind of injury and see how fast I heal from it?"
"Do you want to purposely injury my daughter?" Asked mom and I could see she was getting angry at him. The look on her face was of a lioness ready to protect her young.
"Just a small cut on the thigh and not a very deep one. It is a standard test to check for regenerative powers."
"Depending of the degree, it could mean she would never be sick again, also that drugs could have little to no effect at all, it could also expand the life expectancy considerably and maybe even limbs regeneration."
"How considerably?"
"That we will know after the test, there is no point of speculating, is there?"
"I guess not. When do we do it?" I asked him.
"I'm just going to call the nurse and she will do the cut. It will probably hurt a little and I have a little problem with infecting pain on others. I can't stand hurting people."
"But you did throw a baseball at me behind my head."
"HE DID WHAT?" My mother yelled and I swear I saw fire coming out of her eyes.
"Calm down, mom. It was to see if I had some kind of danger sense and it didn't really hurt me."
I could see my mother calming down a little but she was still throwing daggers at him with her eyes. If it was my dad here instead I think the doctor would be in pain right now. Yeah, dad would kick his ass.... probably.
The nurse came in and after a couple false starts because my force field came on until I had to keep concentrating for it not to come on, she was able to do a little cut using a scalpel as soon she did the cut the skin quickly closed down behind. Of course I didn't saw that because I was a bit occupied keeping my field off, keeping my eyes shut and enduring the FREAKING PAIN the bastard ordered to be inflicted upon me. The guy is a freaking sadist, he might not enjoy inflicting pain but have no qualms against ordering it to be done. Thankfully the pain didn't last, ending almost as fast as the darn scalpel left my skin.
With the test completed, my mom asked me if it hurt and I lied to her that it wasn't worst than than a paper cut, that seemed to calm her down a little. We turned to the doctor and he said.
"Apparently you do have a high level of regeneration, and probably that's why your changes were as fast as they were, usually changes like yours take several months up to years to completd, and you my dear, did so in about a day. Unfortunately we can't test for regen over regen 4, because the only way to do so would be nothing short of severing a limb and wait to see if it would grow back, and from the look at your mother's face I can safely assume that if I even consider doing something like that my life would be in define danger of an early expiration." He said and chuckled nervously.
"Anyway I'll have to put you down as a regen 4 for now because as I said, we can't test to see any higher. Usually the blood of a regenerator should be treated as toxic waste, as it can be quite dangerous, but that's not something to worry in your case."
"Why not?"
"Because it seems that as soon it loses contact with your skin, it disappears. At first I thought it could be a warper trait, but it seems to be magic that is doing that. Also, as I said before, regenerators can have a very long life."
"How long? A few decades more?"
"I would say at least a couple centuries more at least if you are a regen 4. If you are over that, you'll probably live even longer than that. In the end it will depend of the level of regeneration, in some extreme cases, nothing short of total disintegration can kill, but I wouldn't worry about it just yet. You'll certainty be tested again at Whateley and they will probably have more detailed results. Now for the other results, I classed you as an Exemplar 3, that means above human potential, but not too much overly so. Avatar 3 because of the spirit you are hosting. TK 5 as you were able to lift almost 5 tons when the field came on. What I noticed that you are not the regular TK Superman, not because you are a girl of course, but because your TK field isn't on all the time and their field are usually invisible, also surprisingly, after looking at the sensors data, your TK field is meshed with what I believe to be, magical illusions. I don't know why that is happening but it seems that is something you do unconsciously, like an innate ability, giving your constructs the ability to interact physically with the world around, also it seems to increase the level of control you have over your TK. This one I'm having difficulty to classify but I think I'll put you down as WIZ 3 for now. In the end I think you have a very nice power set. Also we found out that what you thought was a period actually it wasn't, it seems it wasn't nothing more than waste removal from the end of your transformation from the little we could analyze from the tampon you were using when you arrived and the exams showed that you seem to be in the beginning of your cycle."
"So that's why the tampon was clean when I went to check it. So you mean that the bloody mess I woke up to this morning was all that was left of the old me?"
"I think you could say that, not that I would put it that way."
My mother then turned to me and asked. "Melody, I heard what the doctor said but can you tell me what can you do with your powers? I am curious."
"Well... I host the spirit of a dead girl and she can talk to me in my head, I can fly and have a force field, I also can create solid illusions of whatever I can image and even move big stuff using those constructs."
"You know, the way you described your powers reminds me of the Green Lantern Guy from the comics." The doctor said.
"No, it is more like..... Wait a minute.... Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm a freaking pink lantern?"
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Okay, that was a surprise, I should have seen that one coming miles away, but I was so excited and having fun with my powers that I didn't. I can't believe my powers make me look like some sort of the pink equivalent of the green lantern. I can already see the copyright infringement lawsuits coming my way. There is no way I am going to have lantern in my codename, I don't want to give the DC corporate lawyers even more ammunition.
"That's just great, I'm a freaking pink lantern. I can't f****ng believe it."
"Watch your mouth young lady." My mother admonished me.
"Sorry mom. I'm just so pi... I mean peeved right now."
"Whatever for? From what I heard you got some handy powers."
"The problem is that my powers looks like they came from a second rate comic book superhero."
"The Green Lantern isn't a second rate superhero, just never was as popular as Superman or Batman, and his powers were very nice too." The doctor added.
"That's true, but I can already see all the pink lantern jokes."
"Maybe you are thinking it is worse than really is, your powerset basically puts you on the powerhouse category, most mutants doesn't have powers as strong or as versatile as yours."
"That's true I suppose." I said.
"Also, if you hear any pink lantern jokes, take it in stride, if you don't mind then, they will go away as fast as they come."
"I know. I guess I'm just still trying to process everything that happened to me the last day or so. I didn't even have time to be a girl yet, and that's not something I can come to terms easily. I never freaked out so much in my life before and for some reason, every time I freaked out since yesterday I just lost consciousness, before I would get angry, yell, do something, anything but no, I just stand there petrified or just faint."
"I think I know what happened and I believe it won't happen again. Your changes came very fast and those changes affected your entire body, including your brain. What probably happened when as you said 'freaked out' during the rewiring of your brain, the shock you received at those times made your brain misfire making you freeze and lose consciousnesses. Now that the changes are complete I don't think it will happen again."
"That's a relief, but what do you mean with my brain rewiring?"
"The changes imposed by a BIT, are complete, the rewiring of the brain is common and helps the mutant to get used to a new body shape, helps you to control your powers as the rewiring create new neural pathways responsible forbthe use of them and also helps to adjust in case of gender swaps. Most of the difficulty you might have adjusting to be a girl will be due to your upbringing, because your brain is already female."
"So you are saying that I should go with the flow and stop trying to hold on to my manhood?"
"It will be the best thing in the long run. The more you fight the change the more miserable you will be and in the end the result will be the same."
"I think I understand. It won't be easy but I have the impression that I won't suffer from a lack of volunteers to help me adjust."
"You got that right. After we leave here we will be meeting Your sister and MJ at the mall. You need a new wardrobe."
'Did I just hear shopping? Oh gosh it will be so fun. We can try all the cute outfits.'
'Don't tell me you expect me to try some cute outfit.'
'Of course I do. That's what I was planning on doing when you agreed to cheer me up.'
'And if I don't?'
'Then I'll spend a lot of time saying why Hello Kitty is the cutest cartoon character there is until you do.'
'You wouldn't dare.'
'No, I believe you.'
I sighed and said to mom: "You just had to mention shopping now Mary Sue is all excited and wanting me to try a lot of cute outfits."
"Who is Mary Sue?" My mother asked me.
"She is the is the spirit that is joined with me. She is also a very lively girl and loves cute things."
"Don't worry about that sweetie, we won't make you try out anything you don't want to."
"That's easy for you to say, she haven't been shopping for almost 40 years and now I am the only way to do so. To get me try things is the closest thing she can get from actually shopping. That and the fact I got her mad at me earlier and promised I would cheer her up."
"I hate to interrupt but did you choose your codename yet?" The doctor said interrupting us.
"I don't have a good one yet, I thought it would be easier to choose one after knowing what I can do, but then I got stuck on the pink lantern thing and that one there is no way I can use. Also I don't want to use any variations of light or lantern."
"You said you create solid illusions, right?" My mom asked me.
"Yes, I create pink magical illusions given substance by a telekinetic field embed in them. At least that what I understood."
"That's a fairly accurate description." The doctor said in agreement.
"Can I give a suggestion for a codename?" She asked me.
"Sure, I am a little stuck at the pink lantern thing at the moment and don't seem to be able to think about any codename."
"What do you think of Mirage Rose?"
"Mirage Rose? Why?"
"A mirage is something illusory like your solid illusions and rose is one other word for pink, also both are French words and have the same meaning, actually rose is the French word for pink I believe, and I believe Mirage Rose sounds better and classier than Pink Illusion and that's what the name means. Of course it doesn't hurt that the name doesn't sound like a fighters name."
"Actually that's not a bad name, I would rather keep the rose away and keep just the Mirage but someone is bound to have registered the name, and it does say something about my powers without being too descriptive. OK, I'll go with Mirage Rose for now. It can be changed later, right?"
"Yes it can, it's not very easy after you are 18, but it can be done."
"Then Mirage Rose it is. Thank you, mom. I was really stuck in the codename department. Every time I tried to think of one the pink lantern thing would pop up." I told her and then did something completely out of character for me. I hugged her. Maybe the girl thing is getting to me already.
In no time at all the doctor came with a few documents saying that we could take those to any MCO office to be able to get a temporary MID. That would also mean the MCO wouldn't be able to use the detaining for evaluation spiel they seem to love so much.
In the end we thanked the doctor for everything he did and went or way to the mall and my impeding doom. (Insert Jaws theme song here)
We got to the mall and quickly found a parking spot. I'll tell you, sometimes I think mom is a mutant with luck powers, she never has problems finding a parking space, even during the holidays. Anyway, we got out of the car and went to the food court where we found my sister and MJ waiting for us. Boy they were eager to know how my tests go, so we talked while we ate and they thought my powers were cool and loved the codename. When I told them the green lantern comparison they just gave me that look that said they had no idea what I was talking about so I let it drop."
"You know, your powers are so much cooler than mine. All I can do is build stuff and power them myself and you can basically make anything you want to appear." MJ told me.
"True, but you can sell your inventions and make money out of them, as soon as I get distracted my illusions disappear, also every thing I make is pink."
"That's not a problem for me, I love pink."
'I love pink too, it's my favorite color. You HAVE to try some outfits in pink. With your eyes and hair color it will look so good on you.'
'Do I have to? Don't you think there is enough pink in my life already?'
'Too much pink? Girl, that's heresy. There is no such thing as too much pink, and you promised me.'
'Okay, I'll try whatever you want if that makes you happy.'
'YAY!'
"What is she doing? Did she freak out again?" I heard my sister ask mom.
"No, I think she is talking to the voice in her head." She answered and giggled.
"You mean she is going crazy?" My sister asked.
"No, dear sister, I'm not going crazy, the crazy one is the voice inside my head. I'm the sane one. Seriously, I'm an avatar and I host a spirit that talks to me and in exchange for the energy they need, I get whichever powers the spirit might have."
"So, what is this spirit you host like?" MJ asked me.
"I don't know her too well yet, so I'm just going to give my impressions. She seems to be a upbeat, a little hyperactive, talkative girl that loves cute things and pink. She can also be very bitchy when angry."
"Sounds like the kind of girl I would love to have as a friend. I wish I could meet her." my sister said and the others expressed similar reactions.
"Anyway how did your morning at school go?"
That set MJ off and she started: "It was awesome, Steven and a half dozen kids weren't at school today and no one seemed to know you were the one that knocked him off yesterday. There were a couple MCO goons that went to the school looking for the 'dangerous mutant' that their sources said attacked innocent students but they were chased out by uncle Bart."
"Uncle Bart? Who is he?" I asked her.
"You know, the vice-principal."
"Isn't his name Daniel Simpson?"
"No, that's his middle name, his first name is Bartholomew."
"Are you telling me that the vice-principal name is Bart Simpson?" I asked trying not to giggle and failing. Yes I giggled, so sue me.
"That's the reason why he use his middle name at school. He heard all the Simpsons joke there is, but even so it's not as bad as my aunt's initials."
"Which are your aunt's initials?"
"My aunt's name is Phoebe Marie and she is married to uncle Bart. She never used her initials after she got married."
"Phoebe Marie? Why would that be a problem?" I asked her. My mother and sister were giggling already. Me? I'm lost.
"Think about it, Mel. What is my Aunt's name?"
"Phoebe Marie Simpson?
"And her initials?"
"PMS.....Oh...." as soon the penny dropped I started giggling with them.
"Now she got it." I heard my mother say between giggles.
"Anyway, you said the MCO went to school?"
"Yes, but my uncle chased then off the school grounds."
"Did he say anything to you?"
"He said that they were looking for you and they wanted to detain you for further evaluation to make sure you are not a threat to others. He also said they called you a dangerous mutant that attacked innocent students in the school without provocation according to their 'sources'."
"As sources you mean the H1?"
"Who else?"
"We don't need to worry about the MCO. We got all the documentation to get Melody a temporary MID. Now let's go shop." My mother said and the 3 girls looked at me with an evil glint in their eyes and an even eviler smile on their faces.
Oh yeah, I'm sure I heard an evil laugh inside my head the the sound system at the mall started to play a nightmarish Hanna Montana song. I am soooo doomed.
I'm not going go tell you the blow by blow of my trip down the rabbit hole, yes that's how I decided to call my shopping expedition. I'll tell you, girls are scary when shopping in groups and unfortunately yours truly was the main attraction for the evening. Their own personal Barbie doll, and the nightmare didn't end after we left the mall, it went on even after we got home and I had to do an impromptu fashion show. It was pure hell.
'Come on, it wasn't that bad. You had some fun. You can't lie to me you know? I can feel whatever you feel and I'm sure that goes the other way too. I noticed you getting almost as excited as I was during the shopping spree.'
'And that's what made it pure hell. It felt like I was losing myself. Come on I even bought a Hello Kitty pajamas, not to mention the skirts and shoes, and oh gosh! A pair baby blue Tweety panties. What is happening to me?'
'You are adapting, probably also being influenced by me too, after all we feed our emotions to each other, and that has an effect on the both of us.'
'I guess so, but I'm feeling like I'm losing myself and it scares me. I spent over 15 as a boy that's all I knew. Now I got changed into a girl with pink hair, eyes and powers and had my manhood ripped out from me, so yes I'm having a little problem letting go.'
'I don't think you'll lose yourself, people change over time, yes, but all that made you who you are, is still inside you.'
'You really think so?'
'Yes, I do. Some things will change but the core of who you are will always stay the same. And I think you have your parents to thank for that, they did a great job raising you.'
'You know, I think you would make a great therapist.'
'Not really, I got bored easily and even though I was dead and had no idea why I hadn't moved on, I was still around and had to find ways to keep myself occupied. At first I kept watching my high school classes, went to the senior prom and watched everyone have fun. I even went to what was supposed to be my graduation. It was a very hard time. There I was watching all my friends having fun and moving on with their lives and I couldn't even talk to them. I wanted to cry but I couldn't even do that, there were no tears that could be shed. I was slowly going crazy and I was scared. In the end I started to go to the university and watch every classes I could just to keep myself occupied. That worked for a few years but in the end I got tired of that too. The hardest part was to see my mother growing old and she was so sad after my death. Before my death she was always and upbeat, I looked up to her and we did so many things together as we were alone. My father was killed in Vietnam 5 years years before, but even to become a widow with a 10 year old daughter made her as sad and broken like my death did.'
'How did you manage to stay sane all these years?'
'Who said I did? Being alone for so long I ended up in the ditsy state I was when you first heard me. I was in a state where I cared for nothing, did whatever I wanted and went wherever my fancy took me. After I got stuck inside you I started to feel the world around me again. I was trapped with nowhere to go, but I could feel the sun and the wind on your face, taste the food you were eating and so many more sensations that I thought I had lost forever. When you finally heard my voice I knew that I wasn't alone anymore and that is priceless. Even though we been together for less than 2 days I can say that I am feeling more and more like my old self. Don't worry about losing yourself, I won't let that happen and will be with you all the way.'
'Gosh, I didn't know you had it so rough. It must have been terrible, I could feel your sadness when you talked about it.'
'It was, but it's in the past now. My only regret is that I never got to say goodbye to my mother.'
'I can imagine. I would want to do that too. How old were your mother when she died?'
'She isn't dead, she is 73 years old and lives in a nursing home a couple miles from here. You know, she never smiled after my death, not even once in over almost 38 years.'
'Why don't we go there tomorrow to see her, maybe you'll get your chance to say goodbye.'
'Would you do that for me?'
'No, not for you. For you and your mother, you two deserve the chance to get some closure, and after hearing that sobbing story I knew I had to do something to help you.'
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Both families dined together again but this time mom cooked because she wanted to thank MJ's family for their support. We were going to spend another night at their home because the kitchen and the bathroom were still out of order.
We talked about what happened today at school and my powers testing (not necessarily in that other) now that everyone was together. Maybe I was overreacting the pink lantern thing, because after I finished describing my powers the dads thought it was cool and wanted a demonstration, so just for fun I made a couple chairs and had the dads sit on them to prove that the chairs were indeed solid. It was pretty funny to watch them poke the chair first and then carefully sit down on them and finally relax. Even funnier was when I made them disappear right after they relaxed and the results were clear, both dads fell butt first onto the ground and all everyone laughed.
"Sorry, I can't still hold them on for long yet." I fibbed, trying to keep a straight face.
The dads didn't believe that because if any of them were in my position they would do the same thing and they should have seen that one coming as the opportunity was too good to pass.
"Mel, I just thought of something." I heard my sister ask.
"What is that?"
"Do you think you could make clothes appear over your body?"
"Probably but I wouldn't for 4 reasons. First I still don't have much control over my powers or how long I keep a construct going and I could end up naked at a very bad time. Second every thing I wear that way would be pink. Third it takes energy to keep them going and to keep wearing clothes made by my powers would be tiring and fourth, did I mention they would be pink? Still it would be a good thing to do in an emergency, even though they would be pink."
"Do you really hate pink that much?" She asked me.
I shrugged. "Honestly? Not really. The thing is that I spent my entire life being drilled by others that pink is for girls or gays so to complain about it became some sort of thing to do."
"So you don't need to keep complaining about it anymore." MJ said.
"Maybe someday, right now I'm still angry about it, I mean it IS too much pink as I don't have any choice. I am surrounded by pink 24/7 for gawds sake. Just let me complain about it a bit longer."
After dinner I went to help the women with the dishes and thought it was a good time to practice my powers a little bit. Remembering the floating hand picking up my sister's toothbrush last night, I tried to do the same for the dishes and discovered something new about my powers. A pair of hands needed almost no concentration at all as I just needed to guide them, 2 pair of hands needed a lot more attention but wasn't so bad. Maybe they have some autonomy because they were actually magical illusions instead of pure TK constructs?
The moms were impressed and mom said that from now on the dishes would be my responsibility.
"Hey, that's not fair. Why do I have to do the dishes from now on?" I complained.
"Because you are the only one that can do it without ruining your hands." She said.
Oh well, it will be only until I go to Whateley anyway. Thankfully I didn't try to vacuum the house using my powers.
The dads were talking to each other and watching ESPN when we got to the living room and we sat down to discuss what we would do tomorrow. Dad thought it would be best if I didn't go to school tomorrow and go with him to the police station with him instead during the morning.
"The police station? Why?" I asked him.
"Because this way we can get one of Matt's police friends to get your statement about what happened yesterday and we can call the MCO clear up things with them and get your temporary MID issued where we can have people to protect you and not allow you to be taken into their custody for 'evaluation.'"
"So you think I'll be safe?"
"It will." Said MJ's father. "My friend will be there with you, and he is one of our police department few mutants in it's payroll, so you coukd say he isn't very fond of the MCO there either."
"What does he do?"
"He is one of our best interrogators due to his receptive empathy."
"I didn't know there were mutants in the police force."
"That's because almost every one of them keep a low profile as they usually have weak powers. The flashy ones end up in super groups with no direct affiliation with the police forces."
"I wonder why didn't have trouble with the MCO yet." My sister said.
"Maybe because we aren't at home?" My mom asked.
"Probably, considered they went to the kids school today." MJ's mom answered.
"Good thing we are going to the station tomorrow morning then." Dad added.
"Dad, there is somewhere else I need to go tomorrow after we leave the police station. Could you take me there?"
"Where do you need to go?"
"I need to give Sue some closure. We are going to see her mother. She lives in a nursing home a couple miles from here."
"Why would you do that?" Dad asked.
"Because it is something I have to do. Her mother never got over her daughter's death and she needs closure. She needs to know her daughters is okay now, also we are stuck together and she wants the opportunity to say goodbye to her mother and I want to do this for her. It will give her peace and with that it will give me peace." I told him and gave him the puppy eyes. Darn, did I just do that?
He looked at me silently for a few seconds, shook his head and said: "Ok pumpkin, I don't think its a good idea but if you feel like you need to do this then I'll take you there."
Pumpkin? Did dad just call me pumpkin? He only calls my sister pumpkin and only after she gives him the puppy eyes. Don't tell me it actually worked. I looked at my sister and she was smiling with a proud look in her eyes. Damn, did I just added another nail to my manhood's coffin?
'You did well my young apprentice. Welcome to the pink side of the force.'
'Where did you learn that?'
'I watched a lot of movies during all these years, it's not like I had to pay for tickets you know.'
'But why the geeky reference?'
'I like sci fi and the reference seemed appropriate. Just because I am a girl doesn't mean I can't be geeky.'
'Really?'
'Tsk tsk tsk, you have so much to learn. Mel, there are all kinds of girls and you'll discover that you can be whatever kind you want to. You can be a girly-girl and still like sci fi movies, comics, video games and even mechanics. Take MJ for example, would you say she is feminine? A girly-girl?"
"Sure I do. Why?"
'Because she is a devisor and she will spend a lot of time in a workshop building things, something that many would consider a manly thing. The point is that you don't need to change your tastes just because you are a girl now, although I believe you will gain new interests over time.'
'What kind of interests?'
'All in due time, grasshopper. All in due time.'
'Please, give me at least a hint.'
'A hint? Just go with the flow my young apprentice. Resistance is futile.'
'Why do I have that impending doom sensation again? And what's withe the bad Borg Sith Lord impression? Girl, you are geeky.'
'So are you.'
The rest of the evening was pretty calm and soon we were getting ready to sleep. Yep, I was going to sleep on the couch again. I guess they are not ready to let me share the room with MJ. Heck I'm not sure I am ready for that either.
I went to the downstairs restroom, brushed my teeth and changed into my new pajamas, yes the Hello Kitty one Somehow it was the only thing I had to wear for sleep tonight, because it was the only pajamas I bought and my old stuff doesn't fit me comfortably anymore. Well... actually I had to choose between the pajamas and a pink semi transparent nightie, and that I had no idea how it ended up among my purchases, so I wore the pajamas.
When I got out, MJ was waiting for me and when she saw me she gave me a bear hug and kissed passionately. I was the average toe curling kiss that made me feel aroused in a way I never felt before, maybe because I had another plumbing arrangement than I had 24 hours ago. I’m not saying that in a bad way, just different, okay?
Anyway, after that toe curling kiss that seemed to have lasted for not long enough at all, we parted our lips, she smiled at me, said goodnight and walked away.
Now what? She comes here, get me all hot and bothered and just walk away. I have no idea how to deal with that just yet. Well... I have an idea but I’m so not ready to think about taking the matter into my own hands so to speak, darn.
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Friday, February 16 2007
Sleeping wasn’t an easy thing to do after MJ’s kiss, but somehow I managed. Let’s just say I had some very interesting dreams that did nothing to turn down the heat I felt inside me. I never felt so hot, bothered and aroused in my life before. (I know you are thinking the word that starts with an H but I won’t say it, OK?) Anyway I ended up waking up around 5 this morning and couldn’t sleep anymore, so I decided to go take a cold shower to try to cool down a little.
Nope, that didn't work well. What happened was that my skin is much more sensitive than before. It just took less than a second to raise my shield and jump out of the shower after the first stream of really cold water hit my skin. Of course after that little scare I wasn't feeling as aroused a before, but I was cold so I turned the hot water on. I tested the water temperature and when it was warm enough I went back in, and that my friends was a BIG mistake. The shower felt good, too good. I had forgotten again about my new skin sensitivity, and how someone with photographic memory forget something? Simple, it's not like I forgot about it, I just refused to think about it. Anyway, as soon I went under the warm stream of water, well... I guess you can imagine. I felt things I wasn't ready for and dammit, it felt so good. Next time I swear I'll take a bath, it has to be more relaxing. You really thought was going to write a sexy shower scene? Keep dreaming you perverts. That is so cliche.
I got out of the shower both relaxed and disturbed by the events. What can I say? I acted on instinct alright? So, there was I drying myself both basking in an afterglow of the shower incident and disturbed how easily I succumbed to my carnal desires. Not the fact I succumbed to them per se, but the fact I did it as a girl. I could just hear the nail being hammered into my manliness coffin. And Sue, don't even think about saying something, okay?
'How did you know I was going to say something?'
'How do you think? I could feel you squirming inside my head just waiting for the right moment to say something.'
'I should say you are no fun, but the shower felt sooooo good that right now I'm in a good mood.'
'Did you feel that?' I asked feeling embarrassed.
'I feel everything you feel, at least the physical sensations. I also see everything you see.'
'Y...you... you mean you saw the kiss MJ gave me last night? And felt everything I did in the shower?'
'Yes I did see the kiss, and felt it too. That girl have some skills and she is evil, pure evil. I like her.'
'Evil? Why?'
'You think she didn't know what her kiss would do to you? She did and that, girlfriend, was pure evil. She knew it would make you horny and that's exactly what she wanted. She made you confront some of your new body reactions. And girlfriend, whatever it is you did with the massaging hands and the shower head, you have to do it again. That was simply divine. You got some skills, girl.'
Can someone kill me now? Anyone? Please? Pretty please? No one? Dammit!
It didn't take long for the rest of the house to start waking up after I took my shower and changed. Yes I dried myself and yes my hair took ages to dry, so let's move on, okay? I don't want to hear another word about the shower.
I decided to start cooking breakfast as soon I heard noises coming from upstairs as I knew there were going to be some hungry people here soon and I think MJ's mother would like the help. No, I didn't make a mess of things in the kitchen. I know how to cook and it always relaxed me. I avoided using my powers too, I wanted to do it the right way and for some reason I was afraid of a "Sorcerer's Apprentice" incident as I don't know much about my powers limits. I mean, can I lose control over my constructs? I feel like they do have some autonomy and mostly need just some guidance, like last night when I was using them to do the dishes. They disappear when I want them to, but if I lose control will I be able to? Never mind about that for now anyway. I'm sure answers will come in time.
Where was I? Oh yeah, breakfast.
I was cooking breakfast, making the pancake mix from scratch, because honestly, I can't stand the pre-mixed stuff and it isn't much more work to do it from scratch and it tastes so much better. Dammit there I go babbling again. Focus girl, focus. Did I just think of myself as a girl? Shit! Shit! Shit! Calm down... calm down... You can do this.
Okay, I think I calmed down a little bit. Anyway I was cooking breakfast, did the pancake mix from scratch, had the coffee machine doing its work, making scrambled eggs, cinnamon rolls (also made from scratch), bacon and sausages enough to feed an army, or at least 3 hungry mutants, 2 of them being energizers and one being yours truly that is not sure what she is yet, I mean in not a brick or TK superman although when I have the TK field on I could be classified as one. Who cares anyway I am hungry and doing breakfast, and that's it. No more babbling.
The breakfast was almost ready when MJ's mom came downstairs and was impressed with what she saw.
"I didn't know you cooked, Melody."
"I always liked to cook, Mrs Sparx." Oh yeah, Sparx is MJ's family last name, a somewhat different name, don't you think? Kind of ironic though due to MJ's and her dad's powers.
"Just call me aunt Ann, please. Mrs Sparks makes me feel like an old lady."
"A very sexy old lady if you ask me." I heard MJ's dad say righ before kissing his wife passionately on her lips.
"Ewww get a room you too. No PDA in the kitchen, there are children in here." That was MJ saying that as soon she got in the kitchen.
"Do I smell Mel's cooking?" I heard Linda ask from the door.
"Can you tell it's my cooking from the smell?" I asked her.
"Are you kidding? I could smell it all the way from MJ's room. It is a nice way to wake up by the way, your pancakes are simply the best."
"Mel cooks?" MJ asked my sister.
"She not only cooks, she is very good at it." My mom said from the door.
"What? Mel cooked breakfast? Please tell me she made pancakes." I heard my dad say.
"Yes dad I made pancakes. Now can someone please help me set the table so we can eat? No one will eat until the table is set." I said.
"And dad? Don't even try it." I told him sternly when I saw him trying to be sneaky and try to reach for one of the cinnamon rolls.
Breakfast was a big success, no one said very much because they were too busy chewing their food. Dad was eating a big portion of pancakes and had a happy look on his face. He is so simple, just give him some pancakes and he is happy. I looked at MJ's dad and he was wolfing down his breakfast a big plate filled with everything. Of course he had the same look as dad had. My mom, my sister and 'Aunt Ann' were eating more slowly but they also had blissful expression on their faces, like they were savoring the food and I guess they really were. MJ on the other hand was wolfing it down like her father but had a similar expression on her face as her mother. How can she look so feminine while eating as fast as she was?
Me? I ate alright, not that I think my cooking is anything special. I like to cook and I like when other people like my cooking and I also like to eat the food I cook, but I don't think it is as good as their faces are telling me. Maybe I can't really savour it as they can because I was the one that made it? Or is it because I always get nervous whenever I see someone trying my cooking for the for the first time? Maybe it is because it is the first time MJ ever eat my cooking.
We were still eating when we heard the doorbell ring. MJ's mom, I mean 'Aunt Ann' got up to answer the door and came back less than a minute later with Alan.
"Good morning everyone." He said looking around. "Where is..." At that moment he looked at me and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
"M... Mark? Is that you?" He asked looking like his jaw was going to hit the floor.
"Yes Alan, but it is Melody now." I said feeling embarrassed by the way he was looking at me, more precisely my chest.
"Dude!" He exclaimed. "You are a babe."
"Knock it off." MJ said. "Don't you see you are making her nervous? And stop ogling."
"Sorry. I just never thought..." He said and looked at the floor embarrassed.
"Never thought what?" I asked him.
"I never thought you would look so... so beautiful. Your sister told me yesterday that you finished changing but I didn't expect you to become such a babe." He said and I felt butterflies in my stomach an I blushed. What is happening to me?
"Th... thank you, I guess." I said still blushing. "I.. hope you... don't think I'm a freak or something."
"No way, dude! I mean dudette. I hope we can still be friends." He said hopefully.
"Of course. You have been my best friend my whole life and this won't change things between us." I said and he gave me a smile that made him look very cute. What did I just think? No no no no! This can't be happening. I can't think that a guy is cute, I mean I'm still attracted to MJ as much as I was before, right?
'You could be bisexual you know.'
'No I couldn't, please don't let me get attracted to a guy. I can't be attracted to my best friend.'
'Why not? I mean look at him. That strong handsome face, his green eyes, his short wavy black hair, strong jaw, wide shoulders and muscled arms. He is a hunk.'
'Yeah... I mean no, I can't, I just can't. I was a guy for gawds sake. I can't be gay.'
'I hate to tell you this but you are gay, but not for being attracted to the hunky man meat in front of you, but for being attracted to your newly acquired girlfriend.'
'Let me rephrase that then. I can't be straight."
'I don't think you are straight either. I think you are bisexual like MJ is. Do you remember she said that right before she kissed you for the first time?'
'She said that, didn't she? No I can't be attracted to him because I'm with MJ, there.'
'That has nothing to do with being attracted to someone. It only means you won't act on it.'
'I'll take that.'
With the breakfast finished, soon everyone was getting ready for their day and I was going with dad to the police station. The girls were about to leave with Alan to school when we heard the doorbell ring.
MJ's dad opened the door and a guy dressed in black suit was standing there.
“Good morning sir. My name is John Black and I am from the MCO.”
“Good morning. What brings the MCO here?” I heard him ask and saw that MJ’s mom was already grabbing her cell phone to make a call.
“I am looking for a Mark Ramsey and we were told he was here. I am here under orders to detain him and bring him in for evaluation. Our sources indicate he was the one responsible for the attack in a local school Wednesday."
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"You said you are looking for Mark Romsey? What makes you think he might be here?" MJ's dad asked the MCO guy.
"As I said, I our sources indicate that the boy is here. It would be wise if you give him to me." the agent said with a smirk.
"Do you have a law enforcement agent with you and a search warrant?"
"Why would I need that? I'm from the MCO. Now go get me the boy before you get in trouble."
"The 'boy' isn't here, but and even if he was I wouldn't give him to you as you have no right of detaining him."
"Of course I have the right, I am a MCO agent."
"The MCO isn't a law enforcement agency, and it can't arrest people."
"Don't give me that bullshit. You are harbouring a dangerous wanted mutant and I have the obligation to take him in for evaluation." The agent said angrily.
"Wanted? Wanted by whom exactly?"
"By the police and the MCO."
"If the police is looking for him, why aren't they here with you?"
"I don't have time for this. Give me the boy now before I lose my patience and get you all arrested."
"And since when the MCO can arrest people?" A voice came from behind the MCO agent.
The owner of the voice was a tall blond police officer, and he didn't look very help about it.
"What I meant officer is that I would get the police to arrest them. It's a good thing you are here. I am supposed to take a dangerous mutant for evaluation and this person isn't cooperating."
"Are you saying that you are here to detain someone?" The officer asked.
"No, I am here to take the mutant for testing and if he doesn't deem a danger for society he will be released after that."
"Do you have a search warrant and a court order to detain the boy?"
"I don't need one. I am trying to protect innocent humans." The agent said almost screaming.
"Let me get this straight, you came here without a search warrant and wanted to look for the boy inside the house without the owner's consent, you also wanted to detain the boy against his will without a court order or an law enforcement officer is that correct?" The policeman said.
"I wouldn't put it that way." The agent said nervously.
"Officer, this man threatened to get me arrested if I didn't let him take the boy when I refused him entry into my home." MJ's dad said.
"Is that true?" The officer asked the MCO agent.
"Of course not. Who are you going to believe, him or a MCO agent?"
"I have witnesses, officer." MJ's dad said moving away from the door and letting the officer see us inside the house.
"Is that enough witnesses for you officer?" He asked.
"Yes it is, Sir. Do you want to press charges?"
"I just want him to leave us alone." MJ's dad said to the police officer. "If you had been more diplomatic I would have told you that the boy you are looking for is scheduled to give a statement at the police station in about 30 minutes or so." He said to the MCO agent.
"Then why did you make me waste my time here?" The agent said angrily and left hurriedly.
"I just hate these types." The officer told MJ's dad after the MCO agent left.
"I don't think anyone likes them. Thank you for your help, Dan."
"Don't mention it. I like to put those MCO guys in their place."
"Who doesn't?"
We got inside the police station (dad and I) and dad went to the reception desk to talk to the female police officer.
"I'm here to talk to detective Carl Goodman" dad said.
"And your name is?"
"John Romsey."
"Good morning, Mr Romsey. He is expecting you. I'll call him right away." The officer said and picked up the phone.
"He will be here in a minute, sir. If you don't mind me asking, who is the young lady with you? Your daughter?"
"Yes, she is my daughter."
"I hope she isn't in trouble." The officer said.
"That's why we were here, she just manifested as a mutant and we are trying to protect her from the MCO." Dad said.
"Poor dear. Those MCO guys are no good. I have a niece that is a mutant and they were a pain in the ass if you forgive me my french."
"Why is every police officer so accepting of mutants here?" I asked her.
"Because we have a few mutants working here, dear. We know that mutants are also human beings and we rather have them working on the police force than being ostracized and end up working against us because of that." She said proudly.
"That's kind of cool." I said.
At that moment a big black man came to us and introduced himself. "Good morning, I am Detective Carl Goodman. I assume you are Mr Romney?"
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Detective. Please call me John, Matt speaks very highly of you." Dad said shaking the detective's hand.
"Please, call me Carl. I believe this young lady is the reason we are meeting today?"
"Yes, this is my youngest daughter, Melody."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Melody."
"Hi." It was all I said. I was feeling a bit shy, so what?
"Follow me please." The detective said and we were led to an interrogation room.
"Don't think you are being interrogated, it is just that we don't have many places were we can talk privately around here."
"That's okay." I said.
We all sat down and he said: "The statement is just a formality, a Mr Simpson forwarded us with the CCTV footage from the incident, it clearly shows you being assaulted by Mr Marshall."
"That's good I guess." I said.
"Can we press charges against him?" My father asked.
"You could, but I'm not sure how well it would stick. The video evidence in this case is not a very god one. For one is hard to believe the young lady on front of me is the same person as the young man in the video. I wouldn't recommend because it would be more of a headache for you than it's worth."
"He's got a point there dad, it's not worth it."
"Now, I heard that you are having some problems with the MCO?"
"Yes, one MCO agent went to Matt's home today wanting to take my child into custody."
"The MCO has no powers to arrest people, that's why they say that they are taking them for test or evaluation or whichever reason they come up with. Don't worry, I won't let them take you."
"All we want is for them to issue her a temporary MID so she can travel by plane when we take her for the boarding school."
"Whateley?"
"Yes." I said.
"That's a great school, expensive as hell, but they give a lot of scholarships. I went there myself."
"I saw the brochure." Dad said.
"You did? When?"
"Yesterday. We will fill the application together later."
"Now, where were we?" The detective asked. "I believe you were tested already?"
"Yes, I believe dad has the documents."
"I have them right here." Dad said and gave him the folder.
The detective opened the folder and examined the papers for a few minutes. "Everything seems to be in order, there is even an affidavit from Doctor Paine stating that Mark and Melody are the same person. With this you should be able to not only get the MID but you can also get all her records changed to her new name and gender."
"That's great." Dad said.
"If you want I have a lawyer friend that could do that for you."
"I'd like that. I have no idea where to start to tell the truth."
"And according to the test results you seem to be quite powerful." The detective said to me.
"Yeah, but I had to change genders to get that. I'm not sure it's worth it."
"True, I wouldn't want to be in your position."
"What do we do now?" Dad asked.
"Now, I believe we made the MCO agent wait long enough. He is waiting for at least 40 minutes before you got here."
"I thought it would be the case, Matt said we would be here 30 minutes after the time the agent was at his place and we took almost an hour to leave."
"It was not my fault I had to do a pit stop before we left." I said.
"You call what you did a pit stop? You almost clogged the toilet if I heard right."
"DAD! It was not my fault. I swear that the burritos I ate at the mall yesterday were the ones responsible"
"How many did you have?" Dad asked.
"Only a dozen. They tasted funny."
"They tasted funny and you still ate a dozen?"
"I was hungry, and many things are tasting differently since I changed, so I thought it was not a big deal."
The detective led us to another interrogation room where the MCO agent was sat. As soon we came in he looked at us and got a confused look on his face.
"What's this? I thought I was going to see Mark Romsey, where is he?" The agent asked.
"She is right in front of you. This is Melody Romsey, until she manifested she was Mark." The detective with a hard edge on this voice.
"Then I thank you for delivering him to my care. Could you escort us to my car?" He said standing up.
"Not so fast." The detective said. "She isn't going anywhere with you."
"But I thought..."
"You thought wrong. You are here because she already got tested and she wants to have a temporary MID issued."
"But what about the attack at the school? Wasn't she the one responsible?"
"There was no attack, the CCTV images clearly showed that she was attacked and that triggered her powers to manifest."
"Even so, that shows she is dangerous and need to be properly evaluated."
"Something that falls outside the MCO's duties I might add." The detective retorted. "Here are her papers." He then threw the folder on the table.
"Dammit. Okay, I need everyone but the mutant to leave the room. I need to interview her."
"No one is leaving. First she is a minor and have the right to have her parent or guardian present. Second she just needs a Temporary MID so she can travel to her new school where she will be more thoroughly tested and get a definitive MID, so she doesn't need to be interviewed at this time."
"Temporary MIDs aren't that common you know." The agent said.
"True, but saves a lot of headaches when you are already under the MCO's radar and you plan to fly halfway across the country."
After a lot bitching and swearing from the MCO agent I finally got my Temporary MID. We thanked the detective and he gave us the contact info of his friend. Finally things started to look a little better. And who would have thought an MCO agent could whine so much or have such a colorful vocabulary?
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"Where do you want to go now, Mel?" Dad asked me after we left the police station.
"Why don't we go to the mall?" I suggested.
"Please don't tell me you want to go shopping already?" He asked with a fearful tone in his voice.
"No dad. I wouldn't do that to you. I was thinking that maybe we could go there and you could call that lawyer the detective talked about before having an early lunch, that's all."
"Why didn't you say so in the first place? You got me worried for a sec. That's actually a good idea. You are not eating burritos again, are you?"
"DAD! Knock it off already. No, I'm not going to eat burritos. I'm not very hungry right now."
"Are you sick or something? Ever since you changed you have been eating enough food to feed a battalion."
"It's not that much, Dad. I'm not sure, maybe it's because I didn't use my powers at all today?"
"It does make sense."
"It does?"
"Sure. I did some reading and it seems that energizers and TK bricks eat a lot not only to fuel their powers, but because in most cases they are always active, regardless of active using them or not. Like the To field of a brick, it is always on protecting him or her regardless of them needing that protection or not. There are other examples too, like metabolic rates and other things that is way over my head."
"I see. In my case, the To field isn't always on, if that's what it is. I think it is just another of my constructs, but covering myself. So the fact that my powers aren't active 100% of the time, except for my regen, my appetite will go down to a more normal level."
"That's what I think. I could be wrong though."
"I wouldn't worry about that, dad. Even if you aren't completely accurate, I still think you got the right idea. I don't know much about mutants either to give a better explanation."
We arrived at the mall and unlike mom, dad always had problems finding a parking space. probably because that is always more tense at the wheel than mom that it feels like it takes longer to find a parking space. Mom is always calm and dad, well, dad is dad. He never misses an opportunity to swear at the other drivers and get nervous about pretty much anything. And he still says that he loves to drive. Go figure.
Anyway, as soon we left the car, dad called the lawyer and managed to set up an appointment for after lunch., meaning roughly an hour from now.
We looked around the food court and dad chose to eat a big T-bone steak with fries. I on the other hand decided to eat a tuna salad that was looking strangely appetizing.
"What's up with the girly food?" Dad asked. "That's what your mother always eat when we come here." He said.
"I don't know. It did look good and I felt like it." I said shrugging.
While we were eating I noticed the lusty looks many guys were giving me. I am pretty they were undressing me with their eyes, something that I did quite frequently to pretty girls for my shame. I never felt more violated and vulnerable in my whole life, yet at the same time I felt strangely empowered, being able to cause such a strong impression on them. Isn't that crazy? Dad of course was oblivious to what was happening around him, being too busy chewing his piece of dead cow.
After we finished our lunches, we cleaned the table and we were off to our next destination.
At the lawyer office, we were greeted by his a very pretty secretary. She was blond and appeared to be in her mid twenties. She had delicate features and a cute button nose.
Okay, stop looking at the secretary. I can't believe I was about to describe her outfit. Even worse I was describing her face. Before I would just have said that we were greeted by a hot blond or something like that. Am I changing so much?
'Don't worry so much, Mel. Boys and girls see the world differently. It has to do with how our brains are wired, and your brain had an overhaul and is wired as a girl now.'
'I'm not sure I like it. I was comfortable before, now I have all these new thoughts going through my head and my emotions seem a little more loose too.'
'The emotions being looser is probably because of your new hormonal balance. You are still getting used to them. Don't worry, you'll get used to it.'
'That's what I'm afraid of.'
Thankfully a man that reminded me of an younger Harrison Ford came and greeted us, interrupting my inner conversation with Sue.
"Hello Mr. Romsey, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Anthony Davis, but you can call me Tony." He said.
"Thank you, Tony. Please call me John. It doesn't seems fair for me to call you Tony and for you to use my last name. And this is Melody." My father said and looked at me.
We went to his office and asked if we wanted anything to drink after we were seated.
"I don't need anything, thank you." I told him.
"I'm fine too, thanks." Dad said.
I think I'll hurry this part a little bit. I'm sure none of you want to keep me telling everything the hot looking lawyer said, right? So I'll just go over the basics. My dad gave home the documents and we had to fill up some forms. I had even to give 2 different signatures. One was with my old name and one was with my new one. All in all it didn't take is long there and before we left he said he would take care of everything for us.
Wait a minute. Did I say the she is a hot looking guy? Shit I'm screwed.
Finally it was the time for us to go visit She's mother. Dad was driving us to the nursing home and we were starting to get a little nervous.
'Maybe this isn't such a good idea.'
'Why not? I thought you needed to do this.'
'I do, but I'm scared. I have no idea how are we going to convince her that I'm in here with you.'
'We will figure something out. She is your mother, there are probably tons of things the only the two of you shared.'
'That's true. I just wish I could talk to her directly.'
'You know, maybe we can arrange that.'
'How?'
'There are two possibilities. One is likely to work, the other, who knows? The first possibility is something that I heard some time ago about avatars, how some of them could let the spirit take over the body and communicate. The other is that I could create a construct of your old self and see if you could link to it.'
'I heard that about avatars too. It was in a TV show a while back. But what you mean about linking to a construct? Like possessing it?'
'I don't think it's like a possession. I mean I don't think you can leave me anyway. I think more like... ironically the best word I can come up with is an Avatar, a representation of yourself that you control. They are controlled by me, so they must be linked to me somehow right? Maybe you can use that link to project your consciousness into the construct.'
'You think it might work?'
'I don't know, but it is worth to try, right?'
We parked the car not far from the the nursing home and I said to dad as we left the car.
"Dad, there is something I was discussing with Sue that I want to try. Don't freak out if it works, okay?"
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to try to give her a temporary body for her to talk to her mother. I don't know if I can do it or how much effort it will be to keep it going. I want you to stay with me while I do this, okay?"
"Is it dangerous?"
"I don't think so, it's just that I never tried it before. Shouldn't be harder than to keep a construct on."
"Okay, but if it gets too much, stop."
"Okay, dad. I will."
'Are you ready?'
'As ready as I'll ever be.'
'Just try to picture an image of yourself as the best you can. One that your mother will be able to recognize.'
She did so and I could picture a cute looking read head, average height and long hair. She looked to be around 15 or 16. With her image I worked on making a construct appear and in no time there was a version in pink of Sue's self image.
With that done I closed my eyes and tried to feel the link between me and the construct. It was easier than I though, as I could see in my mind's eye a line going from me to the construct. An odd thing happened though. By concentrating on the link I felt it widening and get stronger and when that happened I could feel it's body like it was my own.
'Whoa... did you feel that?’
'I did, it was odd.'
'You saw what I did, right? Can you try to reach to it? I'll try to pull back but keeping the link widened.'
She didn't need to say anything, I could feel her trying to reach out to the construct, but seemed to be blocked by something. I tried to see what it was and I felt something like a door. A door that I somehow knew that I could open. Probably it is a representation of my consent for her to control that construct. I reached for the door and when I touched it, I felt it go away, letting Sue reach the construct.
"Wow, I can't believe it." I heard a familiar voice say.
I opened my eyes and saw Sue's construct moving her hands and looking at them.
"It worked. It worked. I can even see through these eyes, I can feel the sun and I can talk. Oh my gosh." She was all excited and did something I didn't expect. She hugged me and cried. She felt so real, other than being all in shades of pink of course.
"That's so freaky." I heard dad say. "I didn't know your illusions could talk."
"I didn't know either. It is the first time it happened. Maybe all my constructs can make some noise as long as I will them to."
"How are you feeling?"
"Right now I'm feeling fine. It doesn't feel harder than keeping any other construct active. Of course I still don't know how long I can keep one on anyway."
"Then maybe we should hurry. It wouldn't be good to go through all this trouble and have her disappear before talking to her mother."
"That's true." I told dad.
"Are you ready to do this?" I asked Sue.
"More than ever. Thank you."
"Let's go."
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It was nice to finally be able to see Sue face to face, even though it was in shades of pink. At least she doesn't look like a pink plastic doll as her looks were almost human in a overly pinkish way.
"How are you feeling?" I asked her while we walked to the nursing home.
"This is amazing. I feel like I actually have a body. One that I can control anyway. It has been so long since I felt like this. I thought that if what you were planning worked it would feel more like controlling the construct remotely. This on the other hand is amazing."
"I didn't know what to expect either. I just hope I can hold your body active for long enough."
"You know, I think that what you did to be something almost unbelievable." Dad said.
"Why almost?" I asked him.
"Because I am seeing it with my own two eyes, and I'm still having trouble believing. Your powers are more flexible than I could imagine."
"Thanks dad. I know just kinda realized that, but I still think that the price I paid for them was a bit stiff."
"I know. It was a shock for me too. I'm sorry for the way I reacted the first time I saw you during your change. It was quite a shock and I am ashamed of what I said."
"Don't worry about it, dad. I don't know if I would have acted differently if I were in your shoes."
"Thanks Mel."
"Oh, I was almost forgetting. What is your mom's name?"
"Oh, I had completely forgotten about that. Her name is Gertrude Wright."
"Wait, are you saying that your name is Mary Sue Wright?" Dad asked her.
"Yes, that was my name."
"I heard about you from my parents. My mom said she used to live next door to your mother's home and she used to baby sit you when you were little. She was devastated when you were killed. She used you as an example of how mutants are also human while we were growing up, trying to teach us acceptance of those that are different from us. She was devastated when you were killed just because you turned out to be a mutant."
"What is your mom's name?" Sue asked.
"Madeleine Ann Romsey, but at the time her last name was Hart."
"Maddie? Maddie is your mom? I just loved her."
"She always said you were for her the little sister she never had."
"Oh gosh, I so want to talk to her." Sue said excitedly.
"We will do that some other time, but now we are here." I said as we neared the front door. "I think it would be better if I went first and talked to her a little bit. We don't want to give the poor woman a heart attack, do we?"
"But I want to see her so badly." Sue whined a little.
"I think Mel is right, Sue. We don't want to shock the poor woman too much. I'll keep you company, okay?"
"Okay." She said with a pout. "How am I going to know when I can go see her?" She asked.
"Hmm... let me try something."
'Sue? Can you hear me?'
'Sure can. Do you believe I completely forgot about that?'
'Yep. You can be such an air head sometimes.'
'Just sometimes? I am a spirit, remember? There is nothing between my ears but air. Wait I don't actually have ears, or a head.'
We giggled at that and it made dad give us a strange look.
"What are you two laughing about?"
"Sorry dad. See just made a joke."
"I didn't hear anything" Dad said looking confused.
"We were talking mentally." Sue said.
"Oh." It was all he said with a funny look on his face and that made us giggle even more.
Yeah, yeah. I'm giggling, so what?
We got inside and went to the reception where a middle aged woman greeted us.
"Good afternoon. How can I help you?" She said brightly.
"We are here to see Mrs Gertrude Wright." I told her.
"Mrs Wright? I don't she she ever had any visitors." She said sadly. "Are you relatives? I though she didn't have any left."
"That's a complicated question." I told her.
"How is that complicated? Either you are or you aren't."
"Let me ask you a question first before answering that. What do you think about mutants?"
"I don't have anything against them, as long they aren't criminals, why?"
"Because that in order to answer your question, I need to tell you I'm a mutant. More precisely an Avatar."
"You mean those mutants that hosts a spirit?"
"Yes, in this case, when I manifested a few days ago, I ended bonding with this spirit and she is a relative of Mrs Wright. Her daughter to be exactly."
"Are you playing a prank on me? Do you expect me to believe that?"
"You got to believe us. I really need to see my mother." Sue said almost in tears.
"Now she is the one saying she is her daughter? Do you think I'm dumb or something?" She said angrily.
"No, she is her daughter. My powers allow me to create solid pink illusions and Mary Sue is controlling that one." I said and made a pink bunny appear on her desk.
"Where did the bunny come from?" She asked and I picked it up before making it disappear.
"I made it using my power, just like I made that construct for Mary Sue to talk to her mother. She told me that her mother never got over her death and that her biggest regret was to never been able to say goodbye to her. That's the biggest regret for both of them I think. All we came here for was to give them closure."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"She is, my daughter just want to help them." Dad told the woman. "What would they have to gain by lying?"
"You got a point there, Mr...?"
"Romsey, John Romsey. And you are?"
"Katherine Long, but everyone calls me Katie."
Katie showed us to Sue's mom room and I knocked on the door even though it was open. Sue and dad were keeping their distance for now. Inside an old lady was seated on a chair looking at an old photo album with a sad look on her face. When she heard my knock, she lifted her head and looked at me.
"Mrs Wright? Could I talk to you for a bit?"
"Hello." She said. "Why would a young girl like you want to talk to a decrepit old lady like me?"
"I'm sorry, and you are not decrepit. Just had a rough life."
"What would you know about that?"
"I heard a lot about you and I needed to talk to you. I just found out our families have a past together. I think you knew my grandmother as Maddie Hart."
"Maddie is your grandmother?" She said with a hint of excitement. "She was such a sweet kid, she used to baby sit my..." I could see clearly the sadness in her voice when she tried to talk about Sue.
"Your daughter? I just found that out today. Actually she is the reason I came here."
"Why would you want to talk to me about my daughter? She... she died almost 38 yeas ago." She said sadly.
"I know that, but there are some things I need to tell you and there is someone else that wants to see you too."
"What would you have to tell me? She was killed just because she was different. You don't have anything to tell me that I might want to hear."
"Actually I do. Just let me tell you my story and if you still think I have nothing else to tell you. I'll just go away and you won't need to see her."
"See who?"
"All I will say right now is that someone that wants to talk to you very much but was unable to do so until now. Can I tell you my story. It is a short one, I promise."
"What the hell. I have nothing better to do and it might be entertaining."
So I told her about how my powers started to manifest just 3 days ago (minus my gender change) about my powers and how I discovered that I was an avatar and was hosting the spirit of this girl that was killed a long time ago and how she told me what kind of relationship she had with her mother and how she never got over her daughter's death.
"That's it. That's my story."
"I... I don't know what to say. The girl you talked about. The spirit you said you are hosting sounds so much like my Sue."
"I know this is hard to believe, but I am here telling you all this because that girl is Mary Sue and she wants to talk to you. I was able to use my powers and give her a temporary body so she could talk to you."
"Are you telling me that my Sue is right outside waiting to talk to me? Please, call her. I want to see her."
"You mean that you believe me?"
"Child, that story is so crazy that it must be true, and I didn't detected any falsehood in it while you were telling it. I lived long enough to know when someone is lying to me. Now, please I want to see my daughters."
"I'm doing it now. Just remember that all my constructs are pink, so her body is all in shades or pink."
"That's not a problem, and pink always were her favorite color."
"Don't I know it?"
'Sue? It's time. Just remember that my constructs can lift almost 5 tons, so be gentle with your poor mother when you hug her. We don’t want to crush her to a pulp, do we?’
See came running and soon mother and daughter were hugging and crying together. I stepped outside to give them some privacy and went to talk to dad.
"How did it go, kiddo?" He asked me.
"Better than I imagined."
"And how are you feeling?"
"I'm starting to get a little bit tired, but I think I can hold on for a little while yet."
"Okay, just don't overdo yourself. Want something to eat? I could get you some chocolates from the vending machine."
"Yeah, bring me a few. I'm getting hungry and some chocolate would give me a boost." I said and we went to the vending machine together.
Poor dad. I don't think he planned to spend so much. I ate over 10 chocolate bars and still felt a little hungry.
In the end I could manage to keep Sue's body summoned for over 50 minutes, what gave her almost 30 minutes to talk to her mother. I was something, but not as long as both hoped. Just before I had to let the construct go they hugged one last time and I promised them that we would come again.
And yes, we did see her mother smile.
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"Is there anything you want to do or you want to go home now?" Dad asked me after we left.
"Tough choice, dad. I do want to go home, but I am starving right now." I said and my stomach decided it was a good time to give us a growl.
"I can see that, actually I could hear that." Dad said trying not to laugh and not doing a very good job at it.
"What about we go to Mac D's and use the drive through? That way you could eat at home." He suggested.
"Sounds good, dad."
"And they don't have burritos." He said and I just rolled my eyes.
So, that's what we did. I ended up getting half a dozen McFish sandwiches, with fries of course.
"Why the fish, Mel?" Dad asked me because I never liked them very much.
"I just felt like it. It's not a big deal. I told you that some things tastes a bit different for me now, and the tuna salad from lunch tasted heavenly. So I decided to see if I am aquiring a taste for fish. Also the fish sandwich here has more fat than the beef or chicken ones."
"Okay, I was just wondering."
Somehow I manage not to eat.... much in the car. I just ate some fries on the way home as it was just a couple minutes drive. No, I didn't touch the fish sandwiches. I didn't want to make a mess in the car, dad would have kittens if I did."
So we went home, yes my home. When we arrived, mom was there overseeing the repairs. They hired one of MJ's dad school friends to repair the hole I accidentally made. When we got inside, the hole was no more and everything looked normal. Of course mom was happy about that.
"Thank you so much." Mom was telling him. He was a big guy, maybe 6'4" and had a good body and handsome face. Shit! I gotta stop doing that.
I decided to eat while they were talking because I was starving. Didn't I say that already?
"That was fast." Dad said.
"It was amazing, John. He just made the concrete pour out from his hands and it filled the hole, hardening in place. Covering the hole took just a minute at most. The rest of the time was spent painting the ceiling and replacing the tiles on the bathroom floor. He did a great job."
"Thanks for the compliment, ma'am." The man said.
"Didn't I tell you to call me Carol?"
"Sorry, ma.. I mean Carol."
"You do a great job, Russell." She told him.
"I just did what I can do naturally. I always liked to fix things, and my powers allowed me to do that on a bigger scale. Too bad not many companies hire mutants for big construction works."
"That's a shame." Dad said.
"Yeah, the construction syndicates won't allow that. They say we would take too many normal human jobs."
"They are a bunch of closed minded idiots. With someone like you, the construction would get ready faster an cheaper and more people could be hired for other things than pouring concrete."
"Yes, there is always both sides, hopefully things will change in the future. I'm gathering my own construction crew and hope to be able to build or remodel homes soon for a much more competitive price."
"Oh, you'll do remodeling?" Mom said with a very exited tone in her voice and dad looked worried.
A little while later, sis and MJ arrived wanting to know what happened during the day.
"It went pretty well. The MCO guy was just an overgrown bully and got put in his place quickly enough. I even got my temp MID."
"That's cool. Can we see it?" Sis asked and I got it from my purse to give to her. Yes I am using a purse. What am I supposed to do. These clothes don't have any functional pockets.
"So you decided to go with Mirage Rose?" MJ asked.
"Yeah, I probably could get away with pink light but I didn't want anything that remotely resembled a variation of the Green Lantern name."
"I like it. It sounds sexy." MJ said.
"I also got to see Sue's mom."
"How did that go?" Sis and MJ asked in unison.
"It went pretty well. When they hugged was a very touching moment."
"Who hugged who?" Sis asked.
"Sue and her mother. Oh, I made a construct wan sue was able link to it."
"What do you mean?"
I think I'll have to show them. Thankfully I don't feel tired anymore. Maybe my regen helps me in recovering my energy levels?
'Sue, do you want to come out and play with the girls for a few minutes?'
'Do you really need to ask?'
This time it was much easier and in no time at all, Sue was standing there behind them.
"Hi guys." She said cheerfully.
Both girls turned and jumped when they saw Sue in all her pink glory.
"Shit, you scared us." MJ said.
"Are you Sue?" My sister asked.
"No I'm the Pink Panther. Can't you see my sense of style? My good looks?" She said and giggled. "Sorry I couldn't resist. Yes I'm Sue and I am so glad to be able to talk to you guys"
It took no time at all for her to start hugging them. I on the other hand, had other plans. I just had an idea and wanted to try it out.
I sneaked out and went to my room. I wanted to be laid down when I did this. So that's what I did, closed my eyes, visualized the construct I wanted and visualized the link and strengthened it, but this time I didn't pull back, I decided to try to do the linking myself.
I felt something shift and suddenly I wasn't laying down anymore, I was standing and looking at my bed where my could see myself laid down.
"It worked." I said through my new mouth.
I went downstairs and found the girls chatting happily together, apparently oblivious of my absence. I went behind them and tapped MJ's shoulder.
She turned around and jumped yelling her long off and that set my sister and Sue off and they also screamed.
Dad and mom came running just as I said with my new voice "What? Haven't you ever seen a Pink Panther before?" Yes, I looked just like the Pink Panther from the cartoons.
"Mel? Is that you?" Dad asked.
"And we got a winner." I said.
"Dammit, you scared me." MJ said and punched me on my arm.
"How did you do it?" My sister asked.
"Probably the same way she did to let me control this one. She projected her consciousness to that one." Sue said.
"Yep, but it does feel odd to be inside a non human construct."
"Can you change it?" MJ asked.
I decided to try and change the construct, but change into what? To keep it simple I changed into a copy of my own body.
"It seems I can." I said after taking a look at myself. Luckily when I changed I also visualized the clothes I had on. So for all the perverts out there, I wasn't naked.
"Oh wow. How does it feel?" My sister asked.
"Not much different than being in my own body. Talking about that I better let this construct go. Last time I could hold Sue's body for almost 50 minutes. With two constructs, who knows?" I said and let the construct go.
"There you are." MJ said hugging me after I went downstairs.
"Girl, you pack some serious power, did you know that?" My sister said.
"Yeah, I noticed that. Unfortunately it comes with a monthly fee."
"A monthly fee?" Dad asked.
"Yeah, periods." Sue said picking up on what I meant and dad went green as the women laughed.
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Seriously I love to hear your opinions. Even if I don't answer every single one of the comments I DO read them all and they CAN give me ideas for the story too, so they DO have an impact of how the story develops. It might also keep me from going back into a serious case of writer’s block.
Hugs, Andrea.
"Come on, honey. You know we need a bigger kitchen." Mom said to dad while she was preparing dinner.
"What for?" He asked.
"You know I always wanted a big professional looking kitchen, and with Mel's new appetite, we will need it. I don't want to stay all day in the kitchen. I work too you know."
"But isn't she going to that boarding school?"
"So? She will be here for summer vacation and holidays, also there are the Sparks too. They will come to eat with us once in a while, aren't they?"
"There is no way I can win this discussion, is there?"
"None at all"
"I'll call Russel tomorrow. I sure hope he gives us that discount he promised."
"Good boy. You just earned a big treat tonight." Mom said with a husky voice.
"Oh boy. I can't wait." Dad said excitedly.
"Maybe you should ask Russel to soundproof our bedroom too."
"Okay sweetheart I'll do that."
Mom went to dad, gave him a kiss on his lips and said "Such a good boy."
Dad then left the kitchen with a smile on his face and mom turned to us and said "That, girls, is a well trained man."
After dinner, I finally saw the Whateley brochure. The school seemed a very good place, at least on paper and there is one word that comes to mind when trying to describe some of the students in the pictures, Wow.
The application form though was another matter. It had the weirdest questions I'I've ever seen. Let me give you some examples:
Gender:
[ ] Male
[ ] Female
[ ] Complicated
Sexuality:
[ ] Heterosexual
[ ] Homosexual
[ ] Bisexual
[ ] None
Did your powers or incidents associated with them transformed or is transforming you to
[ ] become more masculine?
[ ] become more feminine?
[ ] display characteristics of both genders?
[ ] have no gender?
[ ] change genders?
And you know, those are actually the first few questions right under name. Does this kind of thing often enough for them to put on the application? And what's this with sexuality? Do they really need to know that? And don't think the weirdness ended there. There were a section for GSD. Horns? Tentacles? Animal Ears? Tail? Hooves?
I won't say much about the powers section as it has some weird ones, also there were a space to describe those that are not in the application. Do you believe there was an item for magical illusions?
I filled it up the best I could, but struggled with the sexuality question because as hard it it for me to admit I think I might, and I emphasize that, I might be bi. There I said it, okay? Are you happy now?
I gave the filled application to form and she read it over. I so wanted to die just there and then. In the end she just put the application down and held me tight.
"Oh sweetie, that must be hard for you."
"You have no idea mom. You have no idea. A few days ago I was a normal guy that liked girls, now I am a girl that still likes girls but I think I'm starting to think guys cute too." I said crying. Why the heck do I have to cry so easily?
"Like Allan?" Asked MJ and I went white as a sheet of paper.
"W..what?"
"Girl, I could see your attraction to him a mile away. Don't worry about it. I'm not the jealous type. As long I am your only girl, I need to add."
"I'm so not ready to think about this."
After that, we changed subjects but I'm sure MJ would want to discuss that another time. What does it mean for us? I know she is bi herself, she told me that. Gosh, I'm so not ready for that just yet. And I'm not sure I'll ever will.
With the application filled, dad picked up the phone and dialed a number. A few seconds later the doorbell rang and dad picked up the application form and answered the door. When he came back, he said it was a special courier that would deliver the application right away.
"Wow, that was fast. Did they hire a teleporter to pick up the new students applications?" I asked him.
"Actually they did. The Whateley administration doesn't want their application to go through the mail system. It is not secure enough and those applications have a lot of data about potential students that many people would like to have. They started to do things this way to protect the students."
"Is it really that dangerous for mutants out there?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, yes. If it wasn't there would be no need for places like Whateley." Dad said sadly.
"When am I going there?"
"We are trying to get you there next week. You can't keep missing school and with your changes you can't go back to your old school either."
"That's true." I said. "What about you, MJ?"
"I was going to start there after summer, but with you going early, I think I'll end up going with you."
"I hope you do."
"So do I." She said. "Maybe we can be roommates." She added excitedly.
"What?" Mom and dad asked simultaneously with shocked expression on her faces.
"You two can't be roommates." mom said.
"Why not? We are both girls now, remember?"
"But you two are dating, aren't you?"
"Carol, I think this is one battle you won't win." Dad said. "Think about the bright side, neither one can get the other pregnant." He added.
"B...but... Oh well. I think you are right. I bet they will end up rooming together whatever we tell them." Mom said and gave a resigned sigh.
"Does it mean I can bring boyfriends home?" My sister asked.
"NO!" They said in sync.
"That's so not fair." My sister said with a pout. "Oh well... It's not like I have a boyfriend anyway." She added and I could see the relief in my parents faces.
To be continued….
Right now.
Saturday February 17, 2007
"Rise and shine, sweetie. We have a big day ahead of us." My mother woke me up with a disturbingly cheerful voice.
"Just 5 more minutes mom."
"That's what you said 10 minutes ago. Now get up and let's have breakfast. We have an appointment in a hour."
"What? You didn't call me 10 minutes ago. An appointment? Where?" I said and stretched.
"No I didn't, but that woke you up, didn't it? And you, young lady, are going to experience one of the good things about being a woman."
"And what would that be?" I asked already afraid of the answer.
"Being pampered at the spa."
"A spa? No way, mom. I'm not going."
"Yes you are. We booked it already. Your sister, MJ and I will be there too. We even got you and MJ the energizer meal package."
'The Spa? Come on Mel, let's go. It will be fun, please.
'I don't wanna.'
'Awww, come on. You'll enjoy it.'
'No. And there is nothing you can tell me that will change my mind.'
'Oh really? So you'll pass on the opportunity to see MJ naked?'
'What??? Are you serious?'
'If the spa has is a ladies only one, it is possible.'
'You are not kidding me, are you?'
'I'm serious, ask your mom?'
'What am I still in doing in bed?'
We had breakfast and went to pick up MJ. She was waiting for us when we got to her place and she was very excited.
"I can't believe we are going to the spa. I only went there once and had such a good time with my mom. Thanks for inviting me to go with you, Carol." She said.
"You're welcome, MJ. I don't think Mel would go if you didn't."
"That's not true." I lied.
"Mom is right and you know it." My sister said.
"I'm just going because Sue convinced me, okay? She really want us to go."
"And what did she tell you that made you change your mind?" MJ asked me.
"Hmmm.... that's not important, okay?" I said blushing.
"Ohh, I see." MJ said. "I also can't wait to see all of you." She whispered in my years and gave my earlobe a gentle nibble that made my entire body tingle.
That girl is going to be the death of me someday.
At the spa, the receptionist greeted us and after getting our names, led us to a dressing room where we were supposed to take off our clothes and put a bath robe. She also said we could keep our panties on if we felt more comfortable, but that was optional because it was an all female spa, including the staff.
I think I could keep writing for hours about my spa experience, but I won't. I will just give you the highlights, okay?
The first thing we did was having a massage and boy, that felt good. Inwas a little scare at first, because I had to lay down but naked face down on a padded table with just a towel that only covered my butt. When the masseuse came in, she quickly put me at ease and gave me my first and best massage ever. I swear that her massage should be classified as a mutant power. I never felt so relaxed in my life.
Next came we had a shower and got into a mad bath. Yes, I did see MJ naked, but my excitement was cut short because I also saw my mother and my sister naked and strangely enough I started to compare my body to theirs. They were acting so naturally naked around me and each other than soon it felt natural. By the way, the mud bath was something else. It felt strange and relaxing at the same time. I mean, mud clings everywhere but while we were submerged in it, it felt so good. Now, cleaning that stuff out of you in the shower afterwards is another story, specially trying to remove it from your hair.
I was a little jealous of Sue though. I let her out and enjoy the mud bath and she didn't have to deal with the cleanup afterwards. She had a blast though. Everyone chatted happily and to my shame I joined them.
Lunch was great too. I never thought healthy food could taste so heavenly. My mom got me and MJ the energizer packet, but it was still health food. Lots of greens, vegetables, fruits and fish.
After lunch we had a sauna, relaxed in a bathtub and had facials. I hate to admit but I had fun.
The last thing we did was to visit their hair salon. Yes, they had a salon, can you believe that? They said it is because they want to give their clients a unforgettable experience, where you can relax, be pampered and leave looking like a million bucks.
Things got a little odd at the salon, because they didn't seem to be able to cut my hair. I mean, they could cut it, but it would grow back soon after. Also the hair that was cut would simply vanish in mid air and that startled the stylist.
I only ended up doing my nails there. Basically they just put some polish on them because my nails didn't need shaping. To my disgust I ended with pale pink finger and toe nails because it would complement my looks. Yeah right, add more pink and that is called complementing?
Other than that we had a lot of fun and MJ seemed to like my polish color, so it was all good.
I could say it was a pleasant day without any mishaps or conflicts and that was a welcome change of pace.
It was already dark outside when we left the spa. I couldn't believe we spent the entire day in there. Time does fly when you are having a good time.
We left MJ at her place and went home. We were chatting and for the first time in days I was relaxed and I felt like nothing could ruin my mood.
You can't believe how wrong I was.
We just got out of the car when half dozen people wearing what looked like grey power armors landed in front of us.
"Remember, we just need to capture capture the girl with pink hair alive. Kill the rest we don't want witnesses." I heard one of them say and I could feel my blood boil...
Who are they? Who they think they are to threaten me and my family? No one threatens my family.
"Run!" I yelled to mom and sis right before my shield came up and I made a fist punch one of the guys right on the chest and send him flying back, hitting the ground over 30 feet away.
I saw one of the other guys along aim at mom and I made a wall appear in front of mom just in case and a giant hand over his gun, with a thought I closed the hand smashing the gun to bits, causing an explosion that knocked him out.
The other four by then were clearly hesitating.
"Shit, man. No one said anything about going up against a freaking pink lantern." I heard one of them say.
"I... AM... NOT... A... PINK... LANTERN!" I said angrily as I flew at him and punched him directly, sending him flying with cracks all over his chest place.
"Shit, these were supposed to withstand over 4 tons of force. I'm out of here I heard another one say before flying away.
The other 2 decided then to shoot at me. My shield protected me from the blast of the first one, but knocking me back, making me hit the wall of my home. The second blast came and my shield still held and I fell on the ground. Another one came and my shield fell. Seeing the opportunity, one of them shot me right at my one of my leg. I felt a huge pain and looked down to see my left leg missing from the knee down.
'Let me out! I'll fight them.'
I did so and she immediately jumped at one of the guys, changing in mid air. I could see claws extending from her hands and she took a more feral appearance, more like a cat or a panther before she shred his gun and armor to pieces and I could see her jump at the other guy before everything faded away.
Hi everyone. You know the drill, right? Comment, press the kudos button, blah blah blah blah.
Seriously I love to hear your opinions. Even if I don't answer every single one of the comments I DO read them all and they CAN give me ideas for the story too, so they DO have an impact of how the story develops. It might also keep me from going into a serious case of writer’s block.
Hugs, Andrea.
Sunday February 18, 2007
I woke up and felt disoriented. I was in a hospital bed and wondered what happened before it came to me.
"Shit! They shot my leg off!" I said and immediately lift the covers and saw that both my legs looked fine.
"Sweetie, you are awake."My mom said hugging me tightly. "You had me so worried."
"What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"I don't remember what happened after I passed out, of course. I thought those guys shot my leg off."
"They did, it was so awful. I was so worried when I saw it."
"But they look fine."
"You were already healing when the paramedics arrived."
"How is Linda? Is she okay?"
"She is fine. She is outside with your dad and the Sparx. What the hell were you thinking going against those guys?"
"I wasn't. They threatened you and I lost it. All I thought about was protecting you."
"Oh sweetie." She said and hugged me again.
"Mom? How long has I been out?"
"It's morning already. You've been asleep the whole night."
"What? No wonder I feel so hungry." I said and my stomach decided to make a gruesome noise to empathize my words.
"We better call the nurse then, don't we?" My mom said and pressed the buzzer to call the nurse.
When the nurse came, dad, my sister and MJ came into my room with her.
"Mel! I am so glad you're okay." Dad said and enveloped me in a bear hug.
"Dad... I... can't... breath."
"Sorry. You scared the shit out of me." Dad said.
"John, watch your language, there are ladies in the room." Mom admonished him.
"Take it easy mom. I almost said that myself." My sister said.
As my father let go of me, I didn't even had the time to breath before MJ wrapped her arms around me saying "Don't you ever scare me like that again."
"I'm sorry, but I had to do something."
"You should have seen her MJ. She was something else. She took out 3 power armored guys before the reminding two started to shoot at her, and even after she got hurt she managed to take out them."
"She was attacked by 5 power armored guys?"
"Six, but one of them run away after saying no one told them they had to fight a pink lantern." My sister said and I rolled my eyes.
"Actually the last 2 was Sue that dealt with them."
"That was Sue? Wow, she looked so feral, and took those two guys in just a few seconds before disappearing."
'Sue? Are you okay?'
'Yes, but I couldn't keep fighting after you were knocked out.'
'Don't worry about it. You did well. Thank you.'
"Mel, are you talking to Sue?" MJ asked.
"How did you know?"
"The look on your face. Do you think you can let her out?"
"I don't know. Maybe, but I am really hungry and don't know if I have the energy to keep her out for long."
"What if you made her small? Maybe a small construct won't take as much energy as a big one." My sister asked.
'What do you think? Want to try it?'
'Only if you give me little wings. If I am to have a fairy height It is only fair I look the part. Not to mention fairies are cute.'
'Do you really want to look like a fairy?'
'Yep, just like the ones that were in the ads all over during Christmas, they were so cute.'
'Do you want to look just like them?'
'No, I want to have my own face and body. I just told you about them because they are cute. Oh, can you make my wings look like dragonfly ones?'
Yep, that's what I did, I also had her dressed in a micro top and a micro shirt. The result was pinking hot. Yes I said pinking, do you have a problem with that.
As soon as she materialized, she started to fly around the room, flapping her wings, before landing on my sister's shoulder and give her a peck on the cheek.
"What was that for?" She asked.
"For your idea. I loved it."
"Oh my gosh! She looks so cute." MJ said excitedly.
At that moment the food arrived and I started to eat while the girls fussed about Sue's look and she looked like she was enjoying the attention. Interestingly enough, it seems that the idea of making her small was working. I could kind of feel that the drain to keep her body at that size was much lower than when she is full sized. Another thing, I just have been really hungry because the food actually tasted almost good. How hungry do you have to be before it does?
I had just finished eating when a doctor came in and examined me. Do they time those things? At least he didn't came while I was eating or I wouldn't be a happy camper.
"Everything seems to have healed well. There isn't even a hint of scar anywhere."
"How long did it take for my leg to heal?"
"I'm not sure. The paramedics said that when they got to you, your leg seemed to be healing already. It took them about 10 minutes to get here and after that it wasn't more than 20 minutes until it healed completely."
"You mean I grew a missing limb in less than a hour?"
"Yes, and that is something very impressive. We do have a mystery you might be able to help us with. We seem unable to draw blood from you as they disappeared not long after they left your body and the paramedics mentioned the lack of blood and couldn't find the missing limb."
"It is just something that happens. The doctor that tested my powers think there is magic involved in that, but was unable to determine the source."
"I guess it is a good thing that it happens. A regen blood can be very dangerous."
"And why is that?"
"There were some studies a while back, trying to use regenerator blood to heal wounds, and some of them ended badly. In some cases, high level regenerator blood samples were used and it resulted in the test subject ending up a copy of the person that supplied the blood and the change also erased all of the subject's memories, ending up in a vegetative state. Since then, studies with regen blood was deemed too dangerous and banned and now all regen genetic material is considered bio-hazard and have strict guidelines for disposal."
"I didn't know that."
"Not many of the general population do."
After the doctor left, Detective Goodman came in. "Hello Melody. I didn't expected see you again so soon. Having problems in staying out of trouble?"
"You have no idea." I told him.
"It is good to see you again, detective. I just wish it was under better circumstances." Dad said greeting him.
"The feeling is mutual, but call me Carl, please."
"Okay Carl. Do you have any news for us?"
"Not much. The men we arrested aren't talking about who hired them, just that they were supposed to grab the girl and they didn't expect her to be as they said 'A Fu***ng Pink Lantern'. Apparently they were expecting an inexperienced recently manifested mutant and thought it was going to be an easy job."
"What about the armors?" I asked.
"It seems they were reported stolen last morning."
"Stolen? From where?"
"It seems that they were stolen from a GoodHealth Pharmaceutical. A research facility in LA. Those armors were for their security detail.
"GoodHealth Pharmaceutical? Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" The detective asked.
"I mean, I just manifested as a regen and some people come after me with power armors that were supposedly stolen from a pharmaceutical research facility? Doesn't it sound strange to you?" I asked.
"It does, but is GoodHealth behind this or is someone trying to make it look like that? Whoever it was, probably got access to your MID data and knew you were a regen, but didn't know the extent of your other abilities." He said just before Sue decided to fly to me and land on my left shoulder.
"Who is that? Is she one of your magical illusions?"
"Detective, meet Sue, my avatar spirit. And yes she is a construct controlled by Sue."
"Hi detective." She said in the little voice she has in that body.
"You can manifest your avatar spirit physically? I never heard of something like that before." He said impressed.
"Not only that, she took out the last two goons last night after I got shot."
"In that little body?"
"No, I had a more panther like appearance last night."
"A pink panther? Are you kidding me?"
"Not the pink panther silly, that was Mel Friday night pulling a prank on her sister."
"Now you lost me. Does anyone have any idea what the pixie is talking about?" He asked before everyone started to laugh.
We explained everything to the detective and after he left dad said. "I got a call from Whateley earlier today. Somehow they found out what happened last night and the headmistress told me that they think it would be a good idea for you to go there right away."
"Why?"
"Because after you get there you'll be officially a student at Whateley and the accords will protect not only you, but us too."
"How will I go there in such a sort notice? And what about MJ? I thought we were going to go there together." I asked wanting to cry.
"She is going too. Her relationship with you makes her a target too." Dad said and MJ jumped and hugged me. "They are sending the courier that took your application form to teleport you both there."
"What about our clothes?" MJ asked.
"After he takes you there he will come back to pick up your suitcases and deliver them to you."
"Wow, they thought of everything." I said impressed.
"Yay! We're going to Mutant High." Sue said excitedly doing little cartwheels in the air.
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I looked at my sister and she had a sad look on her face.
"What's wrong sis?"
"It's not fair. I was just starting to get to know the new you and now you are leaving. I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too sis." I said as i hugged her.
"Hey! What about me?" Asked pixie Sue with a pout.
"I'm going to miss you too, Sue. I just met you, but you already grew on me."
"Don't you mean shrank on you? Look at me, I'm tiny."
"I did ask for that one, didn't I?" My sister asked me.
"Bad choice of words of your part and even worse joke from hers. Yep, you asked for it."
"You know, I'll keep in touch, sis. And I'll go home whenever I can. We will have more fun together, okay?" I said.
"Do you promise?"
"I promise."
"And I promise to make sure that she keeps her promise." Sue added.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" I asked.
"Did you forget that I can talk to you inside your head? What would you think about me singing 'My Heart Will Go On' over and over?"
"The titanic theme song? You wouldn't. You can't be THAT cruel."
"Just try me."
"I worry for her sanity sometimes." I heard MJ say to my sister.
After what seemed like an eternity later, the teleporter guy arrived and it was time for MJ and I to say our goodbyes. It was a hard thing to do. It was just dawning on us what really meant for us what going to Whiteley meant. There were a lot of hugs and tears and promises to call them frequently. The biggest surprise was dad giving me a credit card saying he trusted me to not go crazy with it. My sister had this look of jealousy on her face that was priceless until dad gave her one too. My mom cried and didn't want to let go of me. And MJ's mother wasn't much better with her daughter either.
I always wondered about how would it feel to teleport from one point to another and I was disappointed. One second you are here and then you were there. It was like the change of scene in a TV show.
We were in front of a big brick building that I think probably was where the administration is located. We were led inside and stopped in front of a desk where a stern looking blond woman was seated. She looked at us and then to our escort with a scorn on her face.
"What do you have here, Flashpoint?"
"These two are the new students the headmistress asked me to pick up, Miss Hartford" He said with an annoyed voice.
"I don't see anything about it in my papers. This is highly irregular." She complained. "What are their names?" She asked ignoring the two of us.
"Melody Romsey and Mary Jean Sparx."
She got up and looked for something in a file cabinet before coming back. "I don't have their application forms here. Are you sure they are students?"
"Their application forms are with me Miss Hartford. I was expecting them. Send them in." I heard a voice come from an office nearby.
Miss Hartford got up without saying a word and led us to the office. Entering it we were promptly greeted by its occupant.
"Hello, I'm Elisabeth Carson and I am the headmistress of this school. It is regretful that circumstances forced you to come in early."
"I understand." I told her.
"Unfortunately the world is still a dangerous place for mutants, and for some like yourself, Miss Romsey, it can be even more dangerous."
"Because of my regen?"
"Yes, even though research with regen blood is banned that doesn't stop some people on doing so and some would do anything to put their hands on a regenerator."
"But they wouldn't be able to do anything. My blood disappear a few moments after leaving my body, even missing limbs seems to do that."
"It seems that your regen level was underestimated in your MID." She stated.
"Yes, the doctor that did my powers testing, said there was no safe way go test for regen beyond level 4."
"Luckily, you do have a higher level or you would be crippled for the rest of your life."
"I guess so."
"And what about you, Miss Sparx? You seem awfully quiet."
"I'm sorry, I can't believe I'm in front of Lady Astaire. I don't know what to say." She said nervously.
"This is the first time I saw that happen." I told the headmistress.
We talked a few more minutes before we heard a knock on the door and a small Japanese looking girl wearing jeans and a Hello Kitty top came in after the headmistress asked her in.
"Did you want to see me?
"Perfect timing, Jade. These are Melody and Mary Jean, I would like you to give them a tour of the campus. They are going to stay at Poe."
"I'd be glad to, headmistress."
The headmistress dismissed us and soon we were outside talking.
"So, are you guys changelings too?"
"Changelings?" MJ asked.
"Poe is the cottage for 'alternative sexuality' here at Whateley, everyone there is either gay, bi or changelings like me."
"You mean people that changed genders?" I asked.
"Bingo. Got it in one." She said happily.
"So you mean that you are like me?" I asked.
"If like you, you mean that I used to be a boy, yes."
"I do, and I'm still trying to get used to being a girl."
"I have always been a girl l, but I am bi and I'm Mel's girlfriend."
"That's kewl. So how long did it took you to change?"
"About 24 hours, I was a guy Wednesday and by Thursday I was a complete girl."
"That was fast. I know only one person that had a change faster than hours. Now about Poe, I said it was the alternative sexuality cottage here at Whateley, right? The thing is that only the cottage residents and the school staff knows that. For the rest of the student body, Poe has the reputation of being where the nutcases are."
"But why is that?" Asked MJ.
"Because unfortunately there still is too much homophobia and transphobia around, and here it can be even more dangerous than in a regular school. Poe is where we can be ourselves without fear."
"I can understand that. A super-powered homophobic attack. I can't even imagine the scale things could get or how ugly." I said sadly.
Jade then led us to a room in Schuster Hall called Homer Gallery where we were shown the picture of Lord Paramount contemplating the painting of the bust of Vlad the Impaler. Apparently every single student is obligated to be shown that picture within 24 hours of arriving at the campus. We also saw one of the Champion's uniforms and metric ton of 14 karat gold.
"Now that the boring par is over, what do you guys do? I'm a devisor and have the ghost of my dead sister living inside of me and I can cast her out into a body I built for her."
"Are you an avatar too?" I asked and she gave me a funny look. "Did I say something wrong?" I asked her when I noticed her expression.
"Sorry. It's just that I had an uncomfortable experience with an avatar. She tried to steal my sister away from me."
"Don't worry I would never do something like that. I already have my hands full with mine to want another one. Why would I want another anyway?"
"Avatars get more powerful if they can host multiple spirits. Some are always trying to become more powerful even if it means stealing another avatar's spirit."
"I am powerful enough as it is, thank you."
"She is a powerhouse, her powers are amazing. I'm just a devisor and a low level energizer. I can only build things and power them." MJ said.
"So what do you do?"
"I can create solid magical illusions."
"And that means?"
"Did you ever read Green Lantern?" MJ asked Jade who nodded. "Her powers look just like that, but everything she makes is pink."
"Seriously? You are like a pink lantern? Can you make anything you want?"
"I'm not a pink lantern, and yes as far as I know I can."
"That is so kewl. Can you show me something?"
'Show me! show me! Please.'
I let Sue out as a pixie again because it was much easier on me. As soon as she appeared she flew around Jade that looked delighted and said. "I like her, she is cute and I just love her Hello Kitty top."
"I know, I thought the same thing, Sue." MJ said agreeing with her.
"You can make it talk?"
"Jade, meet Sue, she is my avatar spirit and she is controlling that construct."
"Your avatar spirit is a pixie? She is so cute."
"No, that is just the construct shape. Sue was a mutant when she was alive."
"Why don't you give her a treat, Mel? Sue asked me.
"What do you mean?"
"Make something else. Even better, make a Hello Kitty appear."
"Can you really do that?" Jade asked with sparks of excitement in her eyes.
I couldn't resist. I made appear a 2 feet tall Pink Hello Kitty that ran to Jade, jumped into her arms and hugged her.
"Oh my gawd! She is so cute. How long will she last?" She said hugging it and letting it snuggle to her.
"Until I want to or get too tired to keep her."
"And that's when you get your pink lantern to recharge your powers?" She asked and started to giggle. Even worse, MJ and Sue were giggling with her.
"We have a pink lantern on campus? No way! I can't wait to tell the guys." I heard a boy say before running off at super speed.
"Shit! Now everyone will call me that."
"Oops?" It was all Jade said and MJ was rolling on the ground laughing.
We did the rest of the tour unfortunately couldn't get to see inside the Crystal Hall because it was being renovated. I got myself a few candy bars from the school store to eat while I waited for lunch and we went to Poe.
"Come to the common room after you two settle in. I'll introduce you to the rest of our year changelings." Jade said before she led us inside and we met Mrs Horton.
Mrs Horton is our house mother. She explained the rules of the cottage and showed us to our room. She said that usually they put changelings together but there wasn't anyone else available to room me with so she put us in the same room.
When we opened the room door we saw what probably was our luggage. We looked and our names were written on their tags, so we opened them and put our clothes in the closets.
There was a bunk bed in the room so I turned to MJ and asked. "Top or bottom?"
"What?" She asked me confused and with a dreamy look on her face.
"Do you want the top bed or the bottom one?" I asked her again.
"Oh, the top one, please. For a second I thought you asked something else." She said blushing and shook her head.
"MJ was having kinky thoughts. MJ was having kinky thoughts." Sue sang and MJ threw a pillow at her, but sue just flew out the door giggling.
A few seconds later I could hear a boy yell. "Nikki, did you let your pixies loose again?"
"No Hank, why? " Probably that Nikki girl answered.
"I could swear I saw a pink pixie fly by me giggling." The first voice said.
It's just me or they just made that sound like a normal occurrence around here?
We finished organizing our things and made a list of things to buy. Our list consisted almost entirely of food items and some bits and bobs. Sue got back right before we left the room and we made our way to our floor common room. There we saw Jade with a bunch of other people.
"Hey, you guys made it. Come meet the rest of the gang." Jade waved at us and said excitedly.
We went to the corner of the room where they were and when we got closer I heard the only boy in the group say "There it is. That's the pixie I saw." and everyone started to look at sue that just flew to them and said. "Hi everyone."
"The pixie's name is Sue and she is Melody's Avatar spirit that is controlling a solid magical illusion shaped as a pixie." Jade said proudly.
"How can an illusion be solid?" A girl with short spiked hair asked.
"All my illusions have a TK field embedded on them, giving them substance." I said.
"Let's do the introductions and then you can ask questions, Ayla." Jade said.
Everyone these are Melodie and Mary Jean... "Jade was saying when we heard Sue cough." and Sue. Melody is a changeling like us and MJ is her girlfriend. You don't mind me calling you MJ, do you?"
"No I don't."
"Mel, MJ, Sue, these are Hank, Ayla, Chou, Nikki, Toni and Billie and we are all changelings too."
"Nice to meet you everyone. I never thought this kind of thing happened so much."
"Neither did we before we came here." Hank said.
"You said Sue is your avatar spirit?" Nikki, a red haired elven beauty asked.
"Yes, she is controlling a temporary construct I made for her."
"How is that possible?" She asked.
"We discovered that the constructs are somehow linked at me at all times and that we can use that link to project our consciousness into the construct."
"So what do you do exactly?" Toni, a short haired black beauty asked.
"Mel, Mel, Mel. Can I do it? I came up with the perfect way to describe your powers." Jade asked me with puppy eyes.
"Damn not the puppy eyes" I heard Toni say and Jade added the fluttering eyelids to it. Oh gosh it looked so cute in her.
"Okay, I know I'm going to regret it but... you can do it."
"Yay! This is just a little something I prepared." She said and raised her hand making a fist in front of her and started reciting something that will give nightmares for years.
"In Glamest Day.
And By Neon lights.
No Nasty Skank shall escape my sight.
To those who give wedgies and pull on my tights.
Beware my glowiness!
Pink Lantern's Light!"
"NO FREAKING WAY! YOU ARE A PINK LANTERN?" Billie, a girl with a blue hair that seems to defy gravity yelled.
"There is a pink lantern on Poe? I can't wait to tell the girls." Someone said from the hallway.
"Oops? I did it again." Jade said.
My life is over. I'll never live that down.
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"I give up. Yes, my powers make me look like a freaking Pink Lantern. Whatever I imagine I can make it appear, and with the TK field embedded they can lift almost 5 tons."
"Are you saying that the pixie girl over there is super strong?" Toni asked pointing at Sue that started to flex her harms, trying to show off her non existing muscles.
"As far as I know, yes." I said.
"And is she really controlled by your avatar spirit?" Chou, a very attractive Chinese girl asked.
"I never heard of an avatar that can do that." Nikki said.
"Actually we found out that I can do this by chance. I heard that some Avatars can let their spirits control their bodies temporarily and I also wondered if my constructs were linked to me somehow as I can control what they do, although they do seem to have a little bit of autonomy. Like the Hello Kitty I summoned earlier for Jade. I just wanted to make it act affectionate towards her and as soon as I summoned it..."
"It came running to me and jumped in my arms hugging me and snuggling. It as the cutest thing ever." Jade said finishing what I was trying to say. "I wonder if a 30 feet tall one would look as cute." She added looking upward and had this odd dreamy look on her face. "Maybe she could dance too."
"And make everyone think we just summoned Gozer? Are you crazy?" Asked Hank.
"Hank, do you really need to ask that?" Ayla asked him and he just looked back at her for a few seconds before his face made a 'Oh yeah' kind of look.
"Can you make something for us to see?" Nikki asked me.
"What do you want me to do?"
"How about a bunny? MJ asked. "I think it would be cute."
"Seriously? A bunny?" Billie asked. "Why not something like a sword or a light saber?"
"A pink light saber?" Asked Chou.
"If whatshisname could get a purple one, why not pink?" said Nikki.
I decided to do something a little bit different I made the light saber handle and threw it to Ayla. I also made a bunny that hopped towards Nikki who picked it up.
"Awww that is so cute." Jade exclaimed. "I bet Bunny would go nuts over it."
"Would I go nuts over what?" I heard a voice say. I turned around and saw a blond bombshell walking our way.
"Bunny! You gotta meet the new girls and look at what your girlfriend is holding." Jade said excitedly.
"What is she holding?" She asked and took a look at Nikki's lap. "Oh my gosh! Is that a pink bunny? It is so cute! Where did you get it? Can I hold it?" She said sounding even more excited than Jade.
"Bunny, these are Melody and MJ." Jade introduced us after Bunny got the bunny from Nikki and was petting it. "Melody is the one that made the bunny appear with her powers.
Ayla at that point figured out the handle and turned on the light saber. It grew out from the handle just like the ones from the movies and it even did the sound effects and she started to move it around.
"Nice to meet you, did you really make this bunny? How does it work? It looks so real. And why is Ayla waving a pink light saber around?"
"Mel is just showing off her powers." MJ said. "I'm MJ. It’s nice to meet you."
"I'm not showing off. I was asked to make them." I complained.
"But did you have to make a working light saber? Or a bunny that looks and acts alive?" She replied.
"No, but that's how my powers work. I imagine what I want to appear and it does. I don't know why the bunny acts just like one. I just wanted it to hop to Nikki and nothing else. I admit I was showings off with the light saber though."
"Wait, are you the pink lantern I just heard the others talking about?" Bunny asked me.
"What? They are already talking about me? Dammit I just feel like I chose a code name for nothing. Everyone will call me pink lantern."
"What's your codename? Asked Jade. "Mine is Generator and here we have Tennyo, Phase, Lancer, Bladedancer, Chaka, Fey and Bugs." She said pointing at at Billie, Ayla, Hank, Chou, Tonni, Nikki and Bunny.
"Mine is Mirage Rose and MJ's is... MJ, you never told me your codename."
"You never asked. My codename is Sparxtech."
"You used your last name as part of your codename?
"Sure, why not? Who would ever think that my last name is Sparx anyway? Also I couldn't think of anything better and it suits me. Heck, my last name already sounds like a codename."
"Are you sure this is just an illusion?" Ayla asked me after giving me the handle back. I just made it disappear from my hand.
"At least that's what the doctor that made my powers tests told me."
"It didn't feel like an illusion. Even with the TK field it wouldn't have weight as illusions doesn't have mass."
"What? I didn't know my constructs had weight."
"Can I take a look at the bunny again, Bunny? " Asked Nikki extending her hands to get the bunny.
Reluctantly, Bunny gave it to Nikki with a sad look who then started to exam it.
"Hmmm... This is odd." She said.
"What?" I exclaimed.
"This construct does have a TK field, but it isn't embedded, it's coating it." She said.
"Like mine?" Asked Hank.
"It seems so." Answered Nikki.
"What is the odd thing?" I asked.
"It's the magical signatures of the construct. It doesn't look like an Illusion. It resembles... No! It can't be right. The magic energies in this isn't..."
"Is there something wrong with it?" I asked worried.
"No. It just shouldn't be possible. But this... Shit, I have no idea." She sounded frustrated.
"What is Ungabunga saying about it?" Toni asked her.
"Ungabunga?" MJ and I asked together.
"How many times did I tell you to call her that? Her name is Aunghadhail." Nikki admonished her friend. "Aunghadhail is my other self. She is a Sidhe Queen and she isn't saying anything. There is something about this construct that disturbed her."
"Are you an avatar too?" I asked.
"Not exactly, it's complicated." She said.
"What do you meant about my constructs not looking like an illusion?"
"I'm not sure. It just didn’t feel or looked like an illusion to my eyes."
"And if she says it isn't an illusion she is probably right." Ayla added.
"Just what I needed, another mystery." I said frustrated. "First the thing with my blood, now this."
"What is wrong with your blood?" Asked Jade.
"Nothing, other than disappearing whenever it leaves my body. Apparently there is some sort of magic working there." I said.
"And you don't know where it comes from?" Nikki asked.
"I have no idea. That's the main mystery." I said frustrated. "Although it is convenient with my regen, but I can't understand why or how it happened."
"Are you a regen too? That's so cool, I'm one too. What level are you?"
"I'm not sure. The doctor classified as level 4 but thought it could be higher as there was no way to safely test for higher levels. It seems he was right though." I said and for some reason I had to sit down and started to shake. MJ sat beside me and enveloped me in a comforting embrace.
"Oh gosh. Did something happen? Is it why you came here now?" Jade asked looking worried.
"She was attacked last night. Six guys wearing power armors dropped on them. She was able to fight them off, but got the left leg blown at some point." MJ told them. "She woke up this morning in the hospital with her leg fully healed. "
"Got her leg blown off and she is already walking? How long did it take to heal?" Asked Ayla.
"According to the doctors, about 30 minutes after she got there she was fully healed. It took the ambulance 10 minutes to get to the hospitals and she was probably shot about 5 or so minutes before? I'd say somewhere between 45 to 50 minutes?" Answered MJ.
"That is impressive. I would think high 5 or maybe even 6." Ayla said.
"Definitely a 6. I'm a regen 5 and takes me about a day or so to fully re grow a limb. One-sama is a regen 7. It takes her no time at all.
"One-sama?" I asked.
"That would be me. Jade insists on calling me that." Said Billie.
"I thought regenerators were rare." I said.
"They are." Chou said.
"Wait a minute, did you two had regrown limbs too?" I asked Billie and Jade.
"Yeah." Billie answered. "A couple times." And shrugged her shoulders.
"Me too, it's no biggie." Jade added.
"Was that before or after coming to Whateley?"
"After." They said together.
"Oh great. I don’t feel so safe anymore. What about you, MJ?" I looked at MJ and she looked a little pale. She just shook her head without saying a word.
"Hey it didn’t happen on campus, you know." Jade said.
"Oh yeah, in here people tried to kill us a just a few times." added Toni.
"Stop scaring them." Nikki said.
"We better go to Dunn Hall quickly there will be no good food left." Hank said after looking at his watch. I think he was trying to change the subject.
"What time is it?" Billie asked and then looked at her watch. "Shit, we gotta go now." She said and flew away followed closely by Hank.
Maybe not.
"I guess we should go to before those two eat all the good stuff." Toni said. "Are you coming?"
"Sure, I'm starving." MJ said.
"Yeah, so am I." I added.
"Like they could cook a half decent meal using the Dunn Hall kitchen. I miss Crystal Hall." Ayla said.
"Don't mind him. He is such a snob when it comes about food." Toni told us.
"Ayla is a guy?" I asked Toni.
"Yep. He has a weird BIT thing going on. Looks like a girl but still have a massive tool. You should see the tent on his towel in the morning after he peeks at all the hotties leaving the showers. Oh, and you gotta try the shower heads special setting. You are going to love it. Trust me. Just make sure you are alone in the bathroom."
What does she mean about that? Wait... Ayla is a guy and showers in the girls bathroom? That makes no sense.
"Is that a Velociraptor?" I asked after seeing what looked like a dinosaur wearing shorts and a t-shirt carrying a tray full of meat.
"That's Razorback. He is a sweetie." Jade said.
"He is a very nice guy." Added Nikki.
"And what the heck is that?" I asked and averted my eyes before I threw up at the most horrifying sigh of my life, a pudgy and apparently blind black kid wearing an outfit that defies explanation. How can ordinary pieces of clothing become such a nauseating sight when combined like that?
"That's Jericho. He has the most nauseating sense of style ever. I swear he does that on purpose." Toni said.
"You kinda learn to almost ignore that effect after a while as long you don’t look directly at the clothes." Jade piped in.
The school cafeteria was an interesting sight you could see all kinds of people around. I saw from some exemplars that can put most Hollywood stars to shame to some severe GSD cases, like the velociraptor from before, sorry, Razorback. Hey, is that a cat girl? Those cat ears are so cute. Cute? What the hell am I thinking? Wow, did I just see a Naga? Now that is cool.
It wasn't overly crowded, but probably it was because it was Sunday. Still there were a lot of people there and the amount of food available was staggering. I guess there are a lot of bricks and energizers around here.
I was feeling a little uncomfortable at the food line because I kept noticing people looking at our direction and there were some whispering around.
There were a lot of choices of plates, a much bigger selection than in my old school. I think I got a little of almost everything there. I couldn't decide what to eat okay? And most things looked too good to pass. I do need to come back for dessert the chocolate pudding looks so good.
The food was very good, way better than in my old school, but Ayla did find something to complain about even though she got something special from the cafeteria. I though I ate a lot, but Billie? OMG! I've never seen someone to eat as much as her. I swear she was using the tray as a plate.
We were talking during lunch when I saw a girl, carrying a tray of food get tripped by something and instinctively I reached out to her, making a hand appear, stopping her from falling and another two got the tray. Other than some spilled liquids the food was intact.
"Are you okay?" I asked
"Yes, thank you." She said and I let the hands give her tray back to her.
"That was a nice trick." She said.
"Thanks."
"I'm Lightweight, by the way."
Seeing that she introduced herself using her codename I decided to use mine too. "I'm Mirage Rose."
She thanked me again and went her way. That's when I heard a voice say.
"Didn't I tell you? We have a pink lantern on campus."
"Where do you think she keeps her lantern?" Another one asked.
"Who cares? She is hot." Someone else said.
Now I must confess I did something that probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. In my nervousness I raised my pink field and flew off, fleeing the cafeteria.
Dammit. Why can't I have a little bit of luck?
"Are you okay?" I heard someone say and to my surprise it was Billie standing at the door.
"Yeah, I guess so." I said. "Want to come in?"
"Thanks." She said coming in and sitting in mid air. "You are having problems with the pink lantern thing, aren't you?"
"It is so frustrating. You have no idea what it is like to be like a fictional character." I told her.
"Are you kidding me? If there is someone that knows what it is like, it's me."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't I look familiar to you?"
"Nope, not really."
"Don't you watch anime?"
"I never was a big fan, why?"
"You know, it is kind of refreshing for someone to see me for me. Believe me when I say I know how you feel like. You'll probably have as much trouble from the fan-boys as I." She said with a grimace. "I also know how it is to have your gender changed so quickly. Mine was almost instantaneous I think. One minute I was burning and the next I woke up completely female in a hospital."
"Was it difficult? To adjust to being a girl?"
"It is hard to say. It was strange at first, but after some time it felt natural. You don't really think about it. In the end it isn't that much different. You can still do everything you did as a guy."
"Except peeing standing up." I said.
"Who said you can't?"
"But if I tried to, it would make a mess."
"Exactly, but you still can. And seriously, you got some cool powers and who cares it makes you look like a pink lantern, who cares? You could even use it to your advantage."
"How?"
"I have no idea, but I'm sure you'll figure something out."
"Maybe. I just wish everything wasn't so pink you know. I mean pink powers, pink hair, pink eyebrows, pink eyes. These is such thing called too much pink and I'm it."
"At least it looks good on you. If you were still a guy, it would look weird."
"That is so true. I almost got beat up when I manifested because my eyes turned pink and an asshole felt his masculinity threatened by it."
"And what happened to him?"
"I wasn't paying attention but I think he got a pink right hook that sent him flying a few feet."
MJ arrived at our room a few minutes later and sat beside me.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"A little better. Billie talked to me a bit and cheered me up."
"The blue haired girl?"
"Yes, that's the one. She is quite nice and she seems to know what I'm going through. She said she had some trouble with the fan-boys here." I said. "So how bad is it?"
"How bad is what?"
"Don't play coy with me. You know what I'm talking about."
"Oh. The cafeteria thing. Actually it wasn't so bad. A few students got excited and I heard a group of boys arguing about the existence or not of a pink lantern cop and a boy here at Poe actually asked me if you were recruiting."
"Oh boy, just what I needed."
During the afternoon, we had to go to the administration building to get our student IDs and our school laptop computers. I can say that this is the first time I ever see something like that happening. We were also told to format them and reinstall everything as the previous user might have left some surprise to the next one as a prank and it seems it is a regular thing if they are requesting us to do that.
So that’s what we did, we went to our room and started to work on the computer. Actually MJ did all the work as she is the computer expert between the two of us. After the computers were ready we connected them to the school Wi-Fi network and configured our email accounts.
As soon as I opened my email I saw a message from my sister saying she found a website that would cheer me up.
I don’t know if I laugh or cry because the website was hilarious and disturbing at the same time
If you are curious about the website, here it is: www.kittyhell.com, but be advised. It can’t be unseen.
MJ saying how cute the Hello Kitty items were and was gushing all over them, I on the other hand was reading about the guy’s misfortune and laughed like there was no tomorrow.
My laughs attracted Billie’s attention that came in and started to read the guy’s posts and was laughing with me when Jade popped in.
“What are you guys laughing so much about?” She asked and looked at the monitor screen. “Oh my gosh! Is that a Hello Kitty Ferrari? That is so cute.”
“That is nothing, take a look at this.” MJ told her and showed her screen.
“A Hello Kitty bra? I so want one. That is the cutest thing ever.”
“I know, I found the website that is selling it and ordered a few pairs for me and Mel. They are going to look so sexy on us.” MJ said proudly.
I’m so going to kill my sister next time I see her.
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We went to the school store and got most of the items in our list. School supplies, food, toiletries, food, bed sheets, food, a couple uniforms each so we could hang on for a little while as Ayla said we should get uniforms at Rogers' Fabric Boutique as the uniforms and clothes sold by Cecilia Rogers were the best, and damage resistant. We decided to go there the first opportunity and MJ actually said it will be fun. Oh, did I mentioned we got some food too?
We had an early dinner at high as we were both too tired to do much as it was a long day and we decided to go to bed early. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day. We had to meet our Student Advisers first thing in the morning so we could choose the subjects we will enroll. I was supposed to see Dr. Bellows as my advisor, but I got a message from administration that I should go talk to Circe instead. I wonder why she chose that particular codename.
We decided to take a shower before bed and when we got to the bathroom, it was empty. I wondered what Tonni meant about a special setting for the shower heads and decided to try it out.
Damn! What can I say about the shower heads? It was mind blowing. I never knew water jets could do something like that. My legs still feel like jelly and I swear I saw fireworks. MJ tried it too and her face had the same look as mine. Now I understand the word afterglow.
We were changing for bed when I noticed that the only thing I had to wear was that sickly cute HK pajamas. I knew I forgot to buy something at the store. With a sigh I put it on and MJ commented how cute I looked in a pink HK pajama. I know it is cute and comfortable and all but that makes me feel uneasy. I feel like every time I put on something cute one more piece of my former masculinity is stripped away from me.
Sleep didn't come easy as it started to hit me that basically this is home now for most of the year. MJ was having similar trouble until she climbed down her bunk bed and laid down on mine with me, snuggling close and spooning with me. After that we fell asleep in no time.
Monday February 18, 2007
I woke up at 7:00 am by MJ screaming and my alarm clock was playing the most horrendous Brass Monkey song. I quickly turned it off as MJ was trying to calm down.
"What the heck was that?" She exclaimed.
"A band called Brass Monkey."
"How can you listen to that... that monstrosity?"
"I don't. That's the only thing that works for me as an alarm in the mornings."
"You are not going to keep using that... that... stuff as an alarm. I almost had a heart attack."
"And how am I supposed to wake up in the mornings?"
"I could wake you up doing this." She said and kissed me passionately.
"I... guess... that... would work." I said still breathing heavily after our lips parted.
"As long you don't put that monstrosity on I'll keep waking you up in the morning."
"Promise?"
We went to the bathroom and there were already a line to use the showers.
"Good morning." I heard someone say behind us. I turned around to see Nikki and Chou walking in.
"Good morning." MJ and I said back to them.
"Is it like this every morning?" I asked them.
"The line? Pretty much." Chou said.
"How was your first night at Whateley?" Nikki asked.
"It was hard to sleep at first. But after MJ decided to snuggle with me I slept like a baby."
"Me too, until I woke up to the most horrifying alarm clock ever."
"It can't be worse than Ayla's Brass Monkey music in her alarm clock." Chou said.
"That's exactly what it was." MJ said.
"Finally someone with good taste in music." Ayla said leaving the shower with a tower wrapped around his torso. "I am pleasantly surprised, Mel. It was time for someone else around here recognize their musical talent."
"Ayla, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I actually can't stand them. I use their music in my alarm clock because it is the only thing that worked until now." I told him.
"Oh." It was all he said with a look of disappointment on his face and moved to a sink to brush his teeth.
After I took my shower a few minutes later Ayla was still in front of the sink.
I was drying myself and asked Tonni that was waiting in line. "Good morning, Tonni. Does Ayla always take that long to brush his teeth?"
"Hi Mel. Nah, he isn't brushing his teeth. He thinks he is being discreet but he is checking all the hotties around. Not that many of us care around here as the majority of the girls here are gay and do check each other out, but more discreetly."
"Oh, I see. By the way if Ayla is still a guy, why does he showers in the girls bathroom?"
"Can you imagine someone with that body in the men's room?" Nikki asked me as she left the shower. Gosh I thought she was beautiful before but nude and wet, she is just... just breathtaking.
"Y...you got a point."
"Also nobody wants to hear a bunch of Nancy boys having a fit, do we?" I heard someone say.
"He also just looks, It's not like most of us don't check out each other here. And he is more discreet than some of our more aggressive lesbians." Another girl said.
"I wouldn't mind to find out what that towel is hiding. That is so hot. I'm so jealous of his girlfriend." The first girl said.
At that point, Ayla seemed very uncomfortable and squirming. I swear I could see a tent on his towel. Oh my that’s big.
We went back to our room, changed into our new uniforms and went to get some breakfast. We decided to go by ourselves because even though the guys were great, we didn't want to intrude too much and we were in a bit of a hurry. The breakfast selection was enormous and a got a bunch of fruit salad, a few pancakes (that I covered with a lot of maple syrup) and a bow full of frosted flakes and drowned them in chocolate milk. Nothing like a sugar rich breakfast.
MJ's breakfast was somewhat different from mine. She got a plate full of bacon, one full of scrambled eggs and one with half dozen pancakes with a chocolate topping. How did I miss the chocolate topping? She also got a glass of water to drink.
"Why water?" I asked her.
"A girl have to watch her figure, you know." She said and giggled. "Actually it is for between the salty and the sweet plates. I drink a glass of water to help clean the palate so I can taste the food better without mixing up the flavors. I'm not too fond of the salty and sweet mixture."
"Oh, I see."
We were eating our breakfast when we saw Billie walking past with what looked like 5 serving trays overflowing with food. How can she carry all that without dropping anything I have no idea.
"Hey guys. Why didn't you wait and had breakfast with us?" Jade came to us and asked.
"Sorry, we were in a hurry this morning and we didn't want to intrude."
"No worries about that. You are welcome whenever you want, okay?" She told us.
"Thanks, Jade." We said.
"MJ, I wanted to ask you something. I wanted to get my boyfriend a gift and I was wondering if you think some HK boxers would be a good choice."
"Do you really have to ask that?" I asked Jade thinking no way a guy would want to get that as a gift.
"Of course it would. Just make sure you get him black ones. Those would look sexy in a guy."
Okay, did I just get transported to some sort of wicked parallel universe? Don't they have an ounce of common sense? I feel sorry for the guy. Oh well it could be worse, at least isn't for me.
"You won't believe what I found on the net last night. It's the cutest thing ever. I had to order some for Mel and I." MJ said and I had a feeling of dread.
"Oh, do tell. What is it?" Jade said enthusiastically.
"Hello Kitty tampons, and they come with the cutest bow at the end of the string." She said proudly.
NOOOOOO!!!!
After breakfast, still in shock at those disturbing news. We split to go to our respective appointments. I was walking towards Kirby Hall when suddenly my path was blocked by two boys.
"Good morning WARS fans, here is your host Peeper talking, and this morning we have here the hottest new arrival, the incredibly hot Pink Lantern and I, your host will tell you everything about her. Tell me pink hotness, what made you choose such....eeeek."
I'm sorry but I had to give the guy a atomic wedgie using my powers to make a hand pull his underwear up. That guy was so annoying and sounded like a total pervert. I felt like he could see through my clothes the way he was looking at me and that made me even madder than I already was.
I left him curled up on the floor, cupping his family jewels and yelling at the boy that was with him and went my way without saying a single word. At least I did vent my frustration a little.
I got to Kirby Hall and went to the Mystic Arts department and looked at the map to find where Circe's office was. Arriving at her office I checked my watch and was right on time so I knocked on the door and it opened by itself.
"Please, come in." I heard a voice say from inside.
I went inside and saw a woman with Greek features and black hair. "Good morning." I said nervously.
"Good morning. I assume you are Mirage Rose?" She asked me.
"Oh, sorry. Yes, I'm Mirage Rose, but you can call me Melody.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Melody. I am Circe but you probably already know that, and yes I am that Circe."
"But that would mean you're..."
"Old? You could say that I lived a very long life. I bet I look good for my age."
"Y... yes you do."
"There is no need to be nervous, I won't hurt you."
"I'm sorry, it's just that I never met a legend before."
"Just don't worry about it. You must be wondering why I asked you here. I have to say that you picked my interest. Fey came to see me yesterday and told me what she saw. Whatever it was frustrated her and disturbed Aunghadhail."
"I have no idea why. All she did was to examine one of my constructs."
"I believe it was something in it's nature that did it."
"What could it be?"
"That's what you are here for. To find out the nature of your constructs."
"I would like to cast a spell on you. It's a scan spell that will be able to tell me more about your mutation."
"Nothing, but if you give me your consent it will work better."
"Sure, you can do it." I said and she started to chant something. When she finished I didn't feel anything nor saw anything.
"This is interesting. Would you mind to summon one of your constructs?"
"Do you want a regular one or one controlled by Sue?"
"Your avatar spirit? That would be interesting. Could you do one controlled by her and a copy of that one?"
"I guess so, but only one would be controlled by her."
"That's exactly what I am looking for."
I did so and soon there was two pixies flying in the room.
"Hi. It is so cool to meet a legend." Sue said as she flew to Circe. The other one... well she flew to me, landed on my shoulder and gave me a kiss on the cheek before giggling. Talk about embarrassing.
"It is nice to meet you too Sue. Fascinating. In all my years and this is the first time I see an avatar spirit to manifest physically in such fashion." She said and looked at sue for a few moments.
"I can see that the construct is hosting her consciousness but that the actual spirit is still within you."
"Is that good?"
"It is. It means that not even the most powerful avatar could steal her away using the construct."
"Why would anyone want to steal a spirit from another avatar?"
"For power of course."
"I'm glad that it can't be done then. I'm happy where I am and I would hate to not be able to come out anymore if it wasn't safe." Sue said.
"What if there was a way for you to leave Melody and move on? Would you do it?" Circe asked her and I was shocked by it. I don't know why but the idea of losing her now feels me with dread.
"No way. I love her and want to stay here. She became like a sister to me." Sue said with conviction.
"That's good. With both of your reactions I can see you two bonded deeply."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means that over time the bond will only grow stronger and the stronger it is the harder it is for the two of you to be forcefully separated."
"That's good, isn't it?"
"Yes it is. I would like to take a look at the other pixie now, if you don’t mind."
"Sure." I told her.
"Pixie? Could you go to Circe and let her look at you?" Why I asked her, I have no idea.
"Do I have to? I like it here, it's comfy." She told me. Is that weird or what?
"Yes you do." I told her.
"Okay." She said with a pout and flew to Circe, landing on her stretched hand.
"Now this is fascinating." She said. "Do you have any idea what your constructs are?" Asking after examining the pixie for a few minutes.
"I thought they were illusions, but after what Nikki said I have no idea anymore."
"No, they are not illusions. What probably confused the person that did your powers testing is the Telekinetic Field on them, partially masking their magical signatures. I can see why Fey was so frustrated."
"What are they?"
"Did you notice how life like your constructs act? It is because they are real. They are structured magical constructs. They are similar to hobgoblins in nature but in a structured form and intentional."
"Hobgoblins? What are those?"
"Wild coalesced magic. They can happen when manipulating raw magical energies during a spell that is interrupted. They are out of control small magical beings.”
"And my constructs are similar to them? Is that what frustrated Nikki and disturbed Aunghadhail?"
"That's what frustrated her, she saw the resemblance but didn't make the connection. What disturbed Aunghadhail was something to do with the magical signature itself from what I can see."
"What about it? Why would it disturb her?"
"What do you know about magical signatures?"
"Just what I heard about, like every magic user has his or hers own signature, like a fingerprint?"
"That's true, but also you can determine the species or race of the user too. There are similarities between users from the same species."
"And that's what disturbed her? Why?"
"The same reason it disturbs me. Your constructs magical signatures shouldn't be possible."
"I don't understand."
"Your signature isn't completely human. It is part human and part something else. Something that shouldn't be possible to exist. Considering that Sue is a human spirit, it most certainly didn't come from her and that raises other questions."
"Which questions?"
"The source of such signature. It makes me believe that maybe Sue isn't the only spirit you are hosting."
"Sue? Do you have any idea about what is she talking about?"
"I guess so."
"Do you care to elaborate?" Asked Circe.
"I'm not sure, but I felt someone else within you when we first bonded."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked her.
"You didn't ask? Seriously, I forgot all about that when we started to talk. Don't get mad at me okay?" She said looking sad.
"I'm sorry Sue. I'm not mad, just surprised." I told her calmly.
"Do you think you can contact it?" Circe asked.
"I don't know, but I can try."
"That's all I ask." Circe told me.
'There is no need to try. I am here.' A soft, feminine voice said.
'Who are you?'
'I am an impossibility, an aberration, something that should never have existed.'
'What makes you say that?'
'Because that's why I was killed. Because I was different, an aberration that would destroy the purity of the Sidhe race.'
'That is horrible. It sound like something the Nazi would have said.'
'For many of the Sidhe, humans are still considered inferior. Bellow them.'
'Do you think you could come out like Sue and talk to us? I think Circe would like to meet you and it would be more comfortable.
'If you insist.'
After I got her to send me a mental picture of how she looked like, I made her a pixie sized body. She was very pretty, She had long hair with gentle waves like mine, had fine, delicate features and her ears were slightly pointy. Other than the ears, she looked mostly human, an unearthly beautiful woman nonetheless.
"What is your name" I asked her.
"My name was Laura Downing."
"Laura doesn't sound like a Sidhe name." Sue said.
"It isn't. My father was Sidhe, my mother was human. When my father fell in love with my mother, he was banished from his Clan. They let him go because Humans and Sidhe can't procreate with each other. What no one expected was that my mother to be a what today would be called a mutant. She was a powerful sorceress and a probability warper. Her desire to have a child was so strong that she somehow was able subconsciously use her power on herself and thus I was conceived."
"It sounds romantic. Your mother must have loved you very much." Sue said.
"She did. But her pregnancy was the beginning of her nightmare."
"Somehow the others found out I assume." Circe said.
"They did. When my mother told my father she was pregnant he accused her from being unfaithful and left her. A few months later a woman from his clan went to visit my mother and after examining her, she tried to kill my mother. It seems my father went back to them and told about my mother supposed infidelity and her pregnancy and the leaders decided to investigate and if my mother was indeed pregnant from my father she was to be killed. Fortunately my mother was able to escape the attempt on her life and ran away. She kept living on the run, hiding from them."
"Talk about a dream turning into a nightmare. What about your father? Didn't he try to save your mother?" Sue asked.
"No. He betrayed my mother. My entire life we spent on the run. It was hard because of my unique appearance as we always had to keep my ears hidden. When I reached puberty my own mutation kicked in as did my Sidhe heritage. My eyes and hair turned pink and I could summon pink magical constructs. At that time my father found us. He said he had been looking for us for years and that he left the clan for good and my mother ended up accepting him back. Only a few months later he led us into a trap and my mother fought valiantly to protect me but she was mortally wounded during the fight. The last thing she did was to cast a spell that killed herself and the attackers. I could only watch at a distance as my own father stabbed my mother, trying to stop her from casting the spell."
"Oh gosh, that was terrible." I said.
"After that I spent over a hundred years running from them and ended up in the US after the civil war. For a few years I managed to leave a peaceful life as a seamstress in New York until I was found again. I was captured and tortured for months. They tried to use blood magic to control me and my constructs but my blood, hair and skin samples would all vanish. My mother used a strong magic, that she spent years developing, and cast on me when I was 7. Somehow it seems to still be active."
"When they discovered that using magic they wouldn't be able to control me, they kept torturing me, trying to break my will. They almost succeeded but in the end I decided to kill myself. They used cold iron shackles to keep me bind, but unlike them, my powers weren't completely negated although they were substantially reduced. I managed to create a bubble around my heart, and for all purposes severing it. I was losing consciousness and thinking that was that I was finally going to see my mother again when the bastards found me and banished my soul. For a long time I was in a dark place where there was nothing. I was completely alone for the longest time in the dark until one day a small spot of light appeared. That light was you, Melody. Somehow your soul reached me and then I was inside of you. At first I felt the same warmth as I used to feel when I was in my mother's arms. At that point you were starting to manifest as a mutant and the more you changed, the more shocked I got. I learned with you about Mutants, BITs and other things. It seems my eyes and hair ended up getting into your BIT, but other than that, you look exactly like a younger version of my mother."
"Is that why you didn't contact me until now?"
"What I was supposed to say? Hey, I think you are the reincarnation of my long dead mother? I was afraid of you rejecting me, so I decided to stay silent."
"I'm not sure about your mother part, we are together in this. Why would you think I would reject you?"
"Because of the pink hair, eyes and constructs. You're always complaining about them."
"I have no idea what to think about right now. It has been a shocking day and it isn't even 10 in the morning yet."
"I think we should talk again another time." Circe said. "I think we found out more than we hoped today."
"Thank you, Circe." I said.
"However we need to discuss your courses. I have a few suggestions of a course work for you." She said and passed me a piece of paper.
"Introduction to Magic Arts? Powers Theory? Powers Lab? Basic Martial Arts? Avatars I? Flight � These subjects make Algebra, American History, French and English Composition seem out of place."
I was told that the school still had to teach some of the regular curriculum and although I was
Technically a sophomore, I was enrolled as a freshman in Whateley so I had more space for some of the non regular high school classes. Dammit, does it mean I just got myself another year in high school?
I also had to choose the time for my Flight I class, either starting at 5:45 am or 3:45 pm weekdays. The choice was clear, I got the afternoon classes. MJ would kill me twice if I had to use my alarm clock and wake her up before 6.
After I left Circe's office I decided to go to my room and see if MJ was there yet. Sue and Laura were both seated on my shoulders and I could swear I heard some students nervously saying something about shoulder angels as I was waking. Why would anyone be nervous about shoulder angels?
I got to my room and MJ jumped in excitement when she saw me.
"Mel! This place is great. I got the coolest classes... Am I imagining things or there is one too many pixies with you?"
"Yeah, MJ I want you to meet Laura. She is my other avatar spirit."
"I didn't know you had two. I though Sue was the only one."
"So did I. Laura, why don't you introduce yourself?"
"Okay, mom. Hi, I'm Laura. I hope we can be friends." Shit I didn't expect that.
"Mom?" MJ asked.
"It's a long story, but she thinks I am the reincarnation of her long dead mother."
"But you are. You have her warmth and you look just like her. Your spirit feels just like hers and you were able to reach me. You even got her name."
"But my mother was the one that gave it to me." I protested.
"So did her mother. You just have a face that screams Melody."
"I have to agree with her, Mel." MJ said.
"I do too." Sue piped in.
"You are my mother and I know it." Laura said and hugged my neck. "And I'm so happy that you didn't reject me."
Her hug made me feel good, I could feel a warmth filling my whole being. I can't really explain it. What if she is right? What if I really am who she think I am?
"Awww. Isn't that sweet?" MJ said.
"They look so cute together." Sue added.
I could only sigh in defeat. In less than a week I managed to get my gender changed, got cool powers, a girlfriend, a girly girl spirit living inside of me and now I found out I am probably the reincarnation of the mother of a halfbreed spirit that is also inside of me.
What did I get myself into? Is my life going to be always this crazy?
At least now I know where all the pink came from. And you know what? I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to like it.
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Andrea.