The overgrown garden was almost choked with weeds and grass. The wild cucumber plants looked more like a bush than a few plants. The wild corn did not follow a straight line. Same with the few radishes, lettuce, peas , carrots and other not easily identifiable garden plants.

They were not really wild but since nobody had actually planted them one would consider them wild. It was just that for over 40 years it had been a well used farm garden. These days it was left abandoned along with the cracked and broken foundation of what was once a huge, well in those days, 3 story farm house of the Haywood family.

There was pictures of that house still with its additions surround screen porch and usually a broken tractor not far away. The barn having long since fallen down and eaten by ants and time was also once a grand barn. Dutch by design indeed many a town barn dance had been hosted there in its younger days.

About the only thing left over from those long ago days was the trees, a few sugar maples, and the old garage beside the well house. Indeed today one would see a shirtless boy perhaps 15 washing an old red car. The 1992 Rx7 had belonged to his grandmother. By the time it had got to him the original engine had long since become a paperweight. Rotary engines did not survive well even during there prime. There were still a few but parts were hard to come by.

Jason Haywood was just a few month short of graduating from highschool. Well if he could keep up his grades anyways. His head was almost always on the car. It had started as a project in his junior year of highschool to get the old car back on the road. At the time it was more of a dream for the 14 year old Jason to just have a car to drive in. Over the 3 years since it had become something else.

Not many would appreciate the car if they looked up close. The orignal wheels were long gone as the wide front and rear thin tires would turn them off. Some might recognize the now illegal tires as being Goodyear Runflats. These were one of many rare purchases on the car. The custom build steel wheels were a 15 in versus the current 16-21 in fad. Though the rim itself was 8 inches wide you cant really see it. Getting them to fit inside the wheel wheels with clearance took a bit of custom work. What would kill most people is that it the attic of said garage was 4 more sets of the tires in their waxed coating wrapped in mylar and vacuum sealed.

Aside from that detail the car would look to be just about original with the optional flare kit. The paint was original acrylic enamel that had been buffed and hand polished back to its former glory. Jason was currently using what looked to be a brick on the car with some soap and water in a bucket beside the car. Its a clay brick that is used to remove any debris from the paint. A trick he had learned from Pete.

Pete Ash the local machinist had his own shop on the outskirts of the town. He had built the shop up from its origins as the family business. The new section of the shop did most of the work with its multitude of computerized machines and whatnot however the old wooden floored shop still had some of the original lathes and mills driven by the huge belts of its long gone steam days. A large electric motor turned the huge arm over the shop that in turn turned the belts for these older, but still very accurate, lathes and such.

Also in the old section of the shop was stall. The stall was a place where old farm tractors, a few belonging to the Haywoods a few decades ago, could be split apart to repair whatever needed to be repairs. The block and tackles and various hanging metal brackets along with the same in the floor telling a history all its own. It was also the place where Pete could work on his project. Many a night had been burnt with the Rx7 Sitting there half off the ground as Jason and Pete worked out new ways to put in a drivetrain.

You see as soon as one opened the hood of the Rx7 they would know instantly it was far far from stock. The big Pentastar on the valve cover of the current engine a huge giveaway. Jason remembered the day they found the engine. The original plan had been to find a suitable replacement for the car. A rotary would be nice but a Mazda or nissan DOHC would work as well. Jason was following Pete through the yard pushing the wheelbarrow with the assortment of tools Pete insisted on bringing whenever they went. Pete lamenting on about how they would upgrade whatever engine was in his mind at the moment when all of a sudden he stopped and ran around the front of a twisted wreck of a dodge spirit.

Jason dropped the handles of the wheelbarrow to follow Pete. When he came around the front of the wreck Pete had opened the hood and was jumping up and down in excitement.

"Do you know what this is?" Pete had asked him. At the time Jason didn't know anything about this car as he was just starting the course in auto mechanics at the local highschool which was how he had met Pete.

"No not really looks to be some domestic piece of crap." Jason had responded. He was far more interested in the gleaming chrome engines of the nissans from his magazines than some domestic thing.

Pete was not thrilled he just looked at Jason like he was an idiot, which in hindsight he probably was.

"This is the new engine for your car."

"Aww Pete..." and from there they went.

It took them two afternoons to get the engine out of the car and then loaded into the flatbed. The engine was a rare 2.5 liter Chrysler. What made it rare was that it was the Dual overhead cam "Hemi" engine only put into the Spirit R/T 91-94 of which like 800 were made. Originally the engine stock put out about 250 horsepower. However over the months of the project, which Pete went way overboard on, it now put out approximately between 400-500 horsepower. The original head had been replaced with a custom built cast iron one, Pete never did say how he got that, along with a custom build intake,and exhaust system. Twin turbos that acted independently at different Rpms. And a balanced interior. Many a night had been spent filing off engine components around the digital scale till they got it just right.

Jason was proud of the engine now, if a little scared. It was a monster for sure. From the engine to the rear end everything was custom built. The double wishbone rear suspension and its 11 in drum brakes, for ease of the parking brake cables, to the 5 speed Tremec. It was built for not only speed but torgue! They had found the tires and rims at a closeout sale. The rims just needed a bit of work and they fit like a glove. They looked like the alloy wheels with the gold hex pattern in the middle but were not alloy but steel. Still they made the car look super cool.

Jason finished with the brick put it back into its special wrapper and picked up the sponge from the still warm soapy water and washed down the car. The hose from the well house rinsed it down and then a good wiping with a real Chamois and the car almost gleamed like a mirror. Jason was happy that his work payed off. Putting away his collection of cleaning supplies in the garage he rinsed out the pail and sponge and left them to dry in the back of the garage. He locked the garage door with the car still outside since it was well away from the road.

Walking down his path Jason pushed his way through the overgrown hedge on his fathers prize lawn. Taking care to not trample the grass to much. It was not that far from the fountain edge path anyways. The walk up to the new Haywood residence a matter of a few steps really. The house, which his parents had built to replace the original house when it burnt down was another 3 story house. A bit larger than the original it did have all the modern conveniences. Jason had lived here all his life. To most it was a very tasteful home. While not a mansion it was larger than some of his old friends houses. The covered small inground pool in the back yard was a favorite place of his in days old. Many a summer had been spent with him and his older sister Megan splashing around and getting either burnt or tanned in the pool.

Jason walked into the back door of the house took off his flip flop sandals and walked upstairs removing his wet clothing as he did so. Mom and Dad had left the night before for the long drive to Megan at her college. It was to be a minimum 3 day trip but would most likely take twice that if they got sidetracked visiting friends. Still it gave him three days to do as he wanted. Which meant that he could become his feminine side.

Jason had been dressing in his sisters clothes since he was 10. It started with a pair of panties and he had worked up from there. He had no desired to actually be a girl in any way. It was exciting and fun to be out and about without getting caught. Well mostly not getting caught. Pete had. Surprisingly that had opened a new and deeper friendship. Pete or really his alter ego Petra, or Mistress Petra, his stage name had taught him alot more than he had ever done before.

As per Petra's request he used the cream on his arms chest and legs, waiting the 15 minutes before rinsing it all off, along with his hair. He took a long bath with the soothing balt salts and oil. He came out smelling of lavender and aloe. Patting dry was a new experience for Jason and after touching some of his still tender skin spots was a necessity. The cream helped to ease the skin from red to a more normal tone. Walking into his room her removed the boxes of his special parts.

Petra had wanted Jason to show up in full dress, something he had yet to do. The closest was while driving at night and even that was not that good. The skin colored vagi gaff thing still intimidated him. Petra had wanted him to get the one that allowed for sex but he just got the one that made him look more like a girl there. Opening the package he read the instructions on how to apply it yet again. First was the adhesive stuff. It kinda smelled but he put it on the form and worked his penis into the sheath. Next was more adhesive around the crotch area then pull his testicles up into the cavity, which didn't hurt but felt super weird. Then press into place and count to 100. Which he did and then let go. Feeling down he now felt a covering that sorta transmitted a bit of feeling. Not enough to get him aroused, which when he wondered seemed like a total painful idea.

Jason couldn't help but feel as if he was crossing some invisible line as he put the adhesive on the very lifelike breastforms. Petra had given him the forms for a cut rate as she preferred the much larger ones she was using over the "plain day ones". He had to admit that on him they did fit his overall build alot better. The final piece was the human hair wig. His normally short brown hair was quickly hidden under the wig. Just for added measure he put a few dabs of the adhesive on the edges to keep the wig in place.

Now was the point he dreaded the most seeing himself done up like a girl naked. Stepping out of his room he made his way into his sisters room and stepped infront of her mirror. The girl in the mirror looked like she belonged in this room. Jason looked at himself..no herself in the mirror. It was unquestionably a girl in the mirror. One her male half could get interested in. Sighing she drooped a little and went to sit down at the vanity. She stopped herself from thinking it was her vanity, her room, her makeup. She wanted to for a sense of normalcy but jsut couldn't do that to her sister. Turning on the hidden switch to light up her sisters mirror she looked at herself critically. The breast forms looked alright except for the seams. While flat they were just a tiny bit offcolor and it showed. Using some foundation she spread it along the seam edge covering the discoloration away of her breasts. A quick puff of powder and her breasts looked perfect. Not too perfect, a detail her friend had taught her as one was just a tiny bit higher and off. As Petra had pointed out a real womans breasts were only symmetrically identical after surgery.

Cupping her breasts in her hand she felt only the movement but nothing else. She had almost expected to feel her hands on them. Sighing in relief she went to the dresser and looked for a matching bra and panty set. Another of Petra's insistence thingys She did not understand why she had to wear a matching set nor why it should really match the outfit. Another of those things real girls must somehow know. Megan had plenty of matching ones a bit too sexy for her though. She choose a black panty and bra set. Not to lacy but still a bit on the skimpy side. Megans taste in lingerie were not to her liking. The bikini cut panty fit her alot better than it did before. The bra, something she was used to from practice, went on effortlessly. She was tempted to mess with the straps a little but that was one thing Megan would know for sure so she didn't. It did leave her breasts a little squished and pushed up giving her cleavage a very real quality.

sitting down at the vanity again she pulled up a set of stay up nude stocking. The effect of the nylon on her now sensitive and hairless legs almost made her start to get hard. Even the little bit that did occur made her stop and almost strip everything off. She had promised Petra though. Sighing she finished with the maddening stockings and turned back to the mirror. Using more foundation on her fingertips she massaged the foundation on to her skin. Not alot of it as less was more. Enough to cover the freckles and smooth out her skin. The face of Jason the boy was almost gone being replaced by a girl who skin almost looked flawless again.

Using a sponge she carefully patted all over her face and part of her neck blending the foundation into her skin to create a blank palette. When she was done she took the small brush and some white powder down the center of her nose not alot again less is more. She did the same with the top side of her cheekbones which in essence made them shift upwards. Now she used the face powder all over liberally then tapped off the puff and went over her face again. Jason the girl was back and such a cutie. Even without any further makeup she looked very pretty. Next was the eyebrow trick. A bit of soap, foundation, power turned her normally bushy eyebrows into thin almost invisible ones. Using a bit of red eyepencil she rubbed along the arch of the brows bringing them out just enough to be delicate arches. Using the same pencil she did under the outside corner of her eyes both top and bottom.

Using a combination of earth tones and a touch of royal blue eyeshadow she brought out her eyes to be visibly having a touch of powder but looked otherwise just normal. A quick practiced hand with the eyelash curler and mascara done twice gave her very full and lush lashes. Using the eyelash brush to remove any blobs on the lashes reduced the look a little and made them appear more attractive instead of less.

Her hair took her the better part of an hour to brush out any tangle, natural curls seems to attract tangles, although she did not yet style it. she got up from the vanity and went to the closet. Looking through what was left of the dresses and tops she searched for something that would just got ting in her stomach. It was how she had always chosen what to wear. Today it seemed to be a simple black top with 3/4 sleeves and a deep open neckline to show off her breast but not too much. She put that on and reflexively fluffed out her hair from under the top. Next she chose a simple denim mini skirt. Well not really mini but as mini as her parents would allow Megan to actually wear when she was Jason's age. It came about 5 inches over the knee showing alot of leg but not much else.

Shoes were always a problem as her feet were bigger than her sisters feet. Usually she could get by with the one black pair but she didn't feel like wearing 2 in today. Searching she found a pair of open back but closed toe blue pumps that would fit without killing her feet. The tiny buckle on the side of the pump strap was a bit of a challenge to do up but she got it done. She got up a bit wobbly but knew that her balance would steady as she got used to the shoes. The one thing that pissed Petra off was her natural glide when she wore any heel. It was apparently so feminine. Petra complained about how she had to practice for days to get it right.

A smile to her lips she walked back to the vanity and worked on her hair. She worked it so that one side was pulled back a little showing her earring less ear while the other ear was partially covered. She had always loved this style of hair on girls and thought it look retro sexy. Jason put on a bit of lipstick and checked herself in the mirror. Not quite there, using a pencil she outlined her lips and then smooched her lips together. There thats right.

standing up she looked herself over in the mirror. An attractive young woman stared back at her. No jewelery or nailpolish, Megan took them all with her of course. But otherwise a girl with no sign of Jason the boy. Was she a Carol, a Jennifer? She could not really choose a name. She didn't really want to either. Jason was her name that her parent gave her. She really couldn't see herself answering to another name. Petra had been pestered her for weeks to choose something. She wished she also had a purse to put her wallet into. However Megan took all her purses with her and the idea of trying her paranoid mom's was out of the question.

When she was younger she had gone investigating her mom and dads closet. She wanted to see if there was presents for her. Mom knew instantly it was her and not Megan that did it. Since then she would not go near their room. She had barely brushed her hand against the one dress while looking and her mom had marched into her room with said dress in hand demanding to know why she had touched it. When she explained, bawling her eyes out, that she had looked for presents her mom's face had softened and relaxed. Still it did have a profound effect on her.

Megan was different. You could go through her closet and she would not notice a thing. She was always a little preoccupied with something in that head of hers. She had good taste in clothes and could be quite pretty when all done up but most of the time she was more practical. Mom used to joke she would make the perfect farm wife. Jason didn't agree, her sister was far to smart to settle on a farm. Megan was working on her scholarship into entry medicine. Mom thought Megan would be a nurse at most. Jason thought a brilliant medical doctor.

Out of habit Jason checked over her sisters room to make sure nothing was out of place. While Megan would not notice her mom would if it was obvious. Once she was satisfied everything would be fine she left the room and walked down the stairs to the kitchen counter where her keys and wallet were. She picked them both up, set the house alarm and locked the back door. Mincing across the soft grass and then carefully through the hedge so as to not snag the hose she made it to her car. She was panting heavily not out of breath due to exertion but that she was without her safety bag of boys clothing.

Stealing herself she unlocked the door to the car and sat down feet first. Trying to not fall into the car's deep bucket seats she swung her legs in and hit her shin on the side of the car. Getting into and out of cars in a ladylike manner was not the most fun thing for her.

As soon as she turned the key and the car engine came to life a calmness overcame her. Gone was a fear of a moment before and if someone had been looking you could see her shoulders relax along with the rest of her body. She went from being a tense young girl to a confident young beauty in a moment.

The gear shift moved almost effortlessly and she idled the car around and then out onto the road. Without trying the car picked up speed as the monster under the hood begged to be put through its paces but Jason was her mistress and she had firm control over the monster. Soon the monster steadied down into a calm state and The Rx7 glided firmly down the paved road to the highway.

Just to let her know the monster wanted out the tires chirped as she accelerated onto the highway. Keeping the speed down under the limit was always hard in the car. The monster wanted to go much faster and was not happy its mistress would not let it play. Still she steadied it and drove the couple of miles to the shop. Petra was waiting for her when she pulled into the shops driveway. But instead of looking at her Petra was looking behind her. It was then that she noticed the police cruiser with its flashing lights.

"Shit Fuck I'm boned!" Jason said as she parked the car and turned off the monster. As soon as the key was removed the anxiety came back. The cruiser's door opened and out stepped a tall policeman. Although it was a stupid move Jason got out of her car. The policeman calmly walked up to the car and walked around it almost ignoring Jason standing there. Petra sensing how Jason was ready to bolt walked up to the officer.

"Officer can I help you? You seem to be interested in my niece Melissa's car."

Jason, now apparently Melissa looked at Petra with her eyes. Melissa? Petra got the message and just shook her head a little to signal her to drop it. The officer talked about how he was at first interested in the car as you don't see many of the older Rx7's on the road at all. But he only turned on his lights when he noticed that her turn signal didn't work. Melissa popped the hatch and sure enough the right turn signal was indeed burnt out. Since Petra had the keys to the shop she got a replacement and they replaced the bulb while the policemen admired the girls backsides in their skirts.

Melissa felt dirty somehow as the officer let her off with a warning. He never even checked her license of registration. Which was a very good thing since it clearly said Jason and not Melissa on it nor did the photo match either. Finally the letch of an officer got into his cruiser and drove away. Turning to face Petra with her hands on her hips.

"Melissa!" She asked Petra.

"Well you look like a Melissa and it was a spur of the moment thing. It suits you really. But look at you girl you are so pretty. How long have you been practicing doing the girly voice thing?" Petra asked her.

"The girly whaa?" Melissa just looked confused. In truth it was a very cute confused look. Petra just dropped her shoulders and looked at her friend.

"I so hate you right now Melissa." With that Petra walked around to the other side of the car and got in almost effortlessly. The door closed gently as even dressed as a girl Pete would never slam a car door he had way to much respect for cars to do that.

Still in her almost confused state Melissa just shook her head a bit and walked to the car to get in herself. Once she was in and had her buckle done up she turned to look at Petra.

"We are so gonna talk about the Melissa thing"

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The evening is not yet dark enough for headlights as a red blur passes by. The grass on the verge of the road barely moves from its passing. The deer drinking its water in the ditch looked up after its passing looked around and went back to drinking.

The car seems to hug the road as if it is made for it. The monster of an engine under the hood purrs like a kitten in contentment. It is not the speed it would prefer to be doing but it is a far better speed than before. The tires make a steady staccato as the lines of the road beat a steady rhythm on the car. The hum of the exhaust is steady and vibrates throughout the car not from noise but power. Indeed it is a stock exhaust muffler, and not one but two resonators to reduce the engine noise to a silence. Neither of the two occupants of the car pay any real attention to these vibrations or noises.

"My name is Jason NOT Melissa!" says the redheaded girl in the black top and denim skirt.

"Oh please! I gave you a chance to pick your own name and you so blew it. Besides you look like a Melissa." states the platinum blond, and rather large chested, woman in the passenger seat. Her micro mini satin black skirt and white wool sweater showing off her curves.

"Dammit Pete.... err sorry Petra. My name is Melissa... I mean Jason!"

"See Melissa it's so you." laughs the blond.

"I put my heels in that one didn't I?"She sighs"Do I have too? Why can't I be a Carol or Jennifer instead?"

"One - I'm your Drag mother so I get to choose the final name, its tradition. Trust me I would have gone with anything other than Petra. You have no idea how many times I been asked if I'm Russian. Second - you are definitely not a Carol or Jennifer."

The sound of the road is the only sound for a few minutes.

"Why can't I use Jason? I mean it's my name why not use it? It's not like people won't know I'm a guy in drag."

"Melissa. There is a queenie who does use her male name. His name is Bob. It.. did not go over well at first and he got beat up a few times. She does a comedy act with it still but most know her now as Bobbi. Much to her annoyance" Petra giggled.

Thump thump thump..

"Bob?"

"Yes Bob. She didn't have a drag mother so she slipped under the radar. I would look quite the fool if I allowed my drag daughter in public with a boy's name."

Thump thump thump..

"Yes but Bob?"

"Just drop it Melissa"

The lights of the city glared out of the darkness. The first street lamp placed far apart from its commrads was silent as the red fd glided past. Soon enough the many lights made driving without headlights a possibility, although illegal it could be done. The fd glided along without any troubles silent and uneventful. The monster begging for play time however Melissa kept it at bay and calm well almost. Everything was fine until a few stoplights in from the country on a still somewhat empty street.

Melissa was pulling up to the stop light as Petra was busy explaining a few minor details about where to go and how to get there.

When a rather noisy car full of obnoxious teens pulled up along side. One of the teens leaned out the window and pantomimed rolling down the window.

"No Melissa don't ... oh god." Petra did her best to hide in a very small car.

"Hey its a bunch of girls dude!"the teen called back to his buddies in the car.

"Can you drive that junk heap babe?"called the kid who couldn't be more than 16 tops. At this Melissa's foot revved up the engine just a bit. The monster sensing its possible freedom purred like a kitten awaiting its contentment. Melissa just looked over at Petra with the biggest grin on her face lighting it up like a sun. Her beauty shining through almost stunned Petra.

"No Melissa please don't ....oh god!" Petra gripped the armrests again popping yet another nail off.

"The sleeper must awaken!" Laughed a maniacal Melissa. She just calmly rolled back up the power window and sat there with one hand on the steering wheel while the other lovingly caressed the gear shifter. The monster revved up and down slightly sensing the moment was coming.

The stop light turned green and the kids in their "tuner" Honda civic with its flashing green paint and garish decals jumped forwards as if to take the old FD to school. When they looked to their side they saw that not only had the FD been not left behind it was rock steady beside them. A second gear in the Honda was changed and the car sped up again. Melissa laughing like a maniac didn't switch gear yet just added a touch more gas easily keeping pace with the e6 wannabe.

The monster not wanting to play anymore communicated its intention and for once its mistress let it go. With just a chirp of the tires the FD pulled away almost like the other car had slammed on its brakes. Gliding away from the E6 the FD pulled away with barely a discernable roar from the car heard to any pedestrians. One not familiar with this street would assume the FD was going far to fast for the sudden paved S curve in the road up ahead. The E6 dumped speed quickly so as to make the corner. Its occupants almost gleefully waiting for the FD to launch itself off the road.

The red FD already going to fast seemed to speed up instead of slowing down at the first curve the back of the car tilted sideways first one way and then the other without a brakelight once making its brightness known. The FD has easily made the turn and continued unhurried as it slowed back down to continue its drive at a much more reasonable, and legal, speed. The E6 and its now silent occupants pulled of the side of the road after the S curve.

"Dude she just blew by like we were not even here."

"I didn't know anyone could make that corner at that speed."

Pete stared at his friend with wide eyes. The engine in the car was a monster for sure but it was nothing compared to the girl, and there was no doubt it was surely a girl at that moment, giggling like mad in the drivers seat with the biggest silliest grin on her face almost jumping up and down in the seat in her excitement. He could almost see a little girl Melissa jumping up and down in her pink party dress pigtails flying saying "lets do that again". Petra shook her head to clear it of the vision with but one thought was on her mind. "What have I created?"

The rest of the drive to the restaurant where the girls were to meet up with some of Petra's friends was uneventful. The Fd glided into its parking spot, the monster giving a quiet sigh of contentment as its engine slowly stilled. Melissa suddenly changed from a confident beauty to a nervous wreck as the key was removed from the ignition.

"I ...I ... This is wrong! I'm a boy! I shouldn't be doing this! What was I thinking not bringing boys clothes! Can we go back please I'm not ready for this!" Melissa looked at Petra with pleading eyes. Petra just chuckled reached over and removed the ignition key which she then dropped into her purse.

"In a word NO!"so saying Petra gracefully exited the vehicle. She walked around the car and opened the drivers door. With a gentle hand she pulled a very frightened Melissa out of the car. Melissa was standing there holding her wallet ready to bolt into the nearest shadow. Petra uttered calming noises while saying "There there its alright" as she gently lead Melissa from the car.

"PETRA!" squealed a androgynous voice seemingly out of nowhere. Petra looked around to identify the voice when two guys obviously in drag walked up to her. Melissa had seemingly vanished.

"Oh my god Nikki! Margy! It has been like ages!" the three queenies all jumped up and down like schoolgirls and talked for a couple of secs with many hugs and air kisses. Nobody wanted to ruin the makeup of the others.

" I have to introduce you to my daughter Mel.... Okay she was here just a second ago. Its her first time please be gentle with her.. Melissa honey where are you?" Petra, Nikki, and Marg looked around the parking lot closest to them in search of the suddenly missing girl. Petra almost walked away after a quick look in the car when she saw a bit of denim poking out behind the drivers seat.

Opening the door and then pulling the seat forward they found a frightened Melissa crying in the back wedged into a very small space.

Really it is barely enough for a toddler to sit down on and yet Melissa had crouched in that small space in a really short time.

"Melissa honey we don't bite there is nothing to be afraid of." Nikki the long black haired with overdone makeup, tiny pink skirt and satin red blouse all but lifted the poor girl out of the car. While the parking lot had some light it was not very bright to make out how someone really looked unless it was way overboard. Melissa reluctantly stood up to her full height of 5' 6" or 5' 7" if you count the small heels. The two new girls looked a bit shocked at this young beauty. They had been expecting a young crossdresser or drag queen( they actually imagined a football kid in a summer dress with hairy legs and arms.)

"Nikki can you bring her to the van and fix her up a bit her mascara has run." Marg said this while looking directly into Petra's face with her arms folded. Nikki gently escorted the girl to their mid 80s GM van done up to sorta look like the original A Team van...if it had a yellow and black paintjob ...with pink pinstriping. Opening the side door revealed a rather unusual interior. There was barely room to move around between the garish outfits and the smorgasbord of makeup. Just about every makeup available on the market from theatrical to play makeup was in there ..somewhere. It was an overwhelming experience for Melissa who had, till this point, used makeup simular to what her sister wore or what Petra had show her tricks with. Nikki expertly sat Melissa down on the edge of the door and cleaned off her ruined mascara, redid it with a waterproof variety, and spritzed her face with hairspray. The hairspray she was told would prevent it from coming off during a performance.

"So your Petra's daughter, ack what have you done to your nails girl! They are awful! Don't fret Aunty Nikki can fix you up!" she asked while seemingly pulling a manicure kit, an extensive kit, from under the front passenger seat.

"Well kinda, sorta I guess I'm his, I mean her daughter." Melissa told Nikki. It was kinda true in a manner of speaking. Nikki was already filing and pushing on her nails. Usually she just wore glue on nails.

"I usually use glue on nails but I ran out of glue after gluing back together a plastic panel for the car last week. I forgot to pick up some more." she said sheepishly. Melissa decided having someone work on your nails was a pleasant experience.

"Yeah your her daughter alright. No other girl I know of would think of a vehicle first like that woman. I tell you don't get her started in one of our meetings or she will never shut up. Last time she was here she was going on and on about this Mazda something or another and how the engine was so yada yada. I tell you most of the group was ready to throw her outside into the rain for it. I mean we are supposed to be playing girls! Not some motormouth guy! And to think she got a girl like you into it. I would think you would have preferred to be out chasing boys or cheerleading like most girls your age." Nikki said mostly in one breath. Melissa just rolled her eyes and realized that Nikki was a talker who preferred the sound of her own voice. "To think bringing up a sweet cutie daughter like..." and off she went. Melissa just kinda zoned her out and waited for her to finish on her hands. Looking over she spotted Petra being shy for some reason.

"....and to think I trusted you! I mean really bringing a GG like that and trying to pass her off as a crossdresser!" Marg or Mother Margette was into her own drag daughter's shameful behavior.

"But Mother! She is really a gu..." Petra tried to get out.

"Don't you dare! I have seen many a transsexual over the years so I can spot a girl vs a GG a mile away and that my dear daughter is a GG. Now if you are trying to get her to be a drab king that would be one thing. But you told me over the phone I would get to meet my drag granddaughter. While I admit she is pretty enough and I will treat her as a granddaughter but it will be as a real granddaughter and not a drag granddaughter. Are we clear young lady?" Marg was a bit upset. One would not suspect that this punkish purple and pink haired lady was over 40 years old. Her tailored skirt suit with its exaggerated frilly blouse was a bit over the top. The large hands, however nice the nails were, kinda yelled guy though. She had managed to keep a presentable figure over the years.

Petra out of some reaction pointed her head down and mumbled " Yes mother". Petra was actually approaching her late 20s and wasn't really all that young but to her drag mother she may have well as been 5 years old.

The parking lot became a little bit more lighted as the moon peaked out from its cloud cover and the two queens walked over to the van just as Nikki was finishing..

"... purse should work well with that outfit. I can't believe you lost your purse. I mean shesh girl how do expect to find anything!"

Melissa now draped in some cheap gold plated necklace watch and bangles was fighting to prevent Nikki from piercing her ears with her now 'properly' polished and oval nails doing most of the blocking. The denim purse hooked over the one outstretched arm in defense as well. Seeing her savior Petra was close at hand, to hopefully stop this one man army of femininity, she tried to get up to run to her only to be sat back down with a firm hand from Nikki.

"Mother please tell her no earrings!" Melissa was pleading! Not in as much of a panic anymore as Nikki had totally distracted her.

"Nikki please no earrings on my drag..."Thwack from an annoyed Marg who also gave Petra a nasty look" err Daughter. Her mom would skin me alive if she went home with her ears pierced." Petra sighed.

Turning to Petra an ignant Nikki replied"Well I never! A 16yr old girl without peirced ears! What is this world coming too. Next your gonna tell me she wears pants all the time and no bra!" Melissa seeing her escape dove around Nikki to hide behind Petra.

"Save me please!" Whispered Melissa more in play than in fright.

"Actually... I think the meeting should start soon." Petra deflected. Maybe once Melissa was under some proper lighting they would see she is really a gir.. boy in drag. Marg and Nikki did their best imitation of being insulted while locking up the van again.

The group made their way to the entrance of the parking lot beside the club. The lot being older was surprisingly not heaved or cracked which made walking in their heels so much easier. The sidewalk from the lot to the club on the other hand had seen better days. Petra made the formal introductions while they walked. Melissa was a little surprised she was introduced as just a daughter and not a drag daughter. Her look of confusion to Petra was seemingly ignored. Petra paid for Melissa's cover charge as well as her own and got her a pink strap for her arm as opposed to the pink and black stripes the queens were given. Melissa just assumed it was because she was not really a drag queen as these three were.

The inside of the club was different from the bar she was used to back home. Instead of a single level floor this one had a slightly raised section with a separate bar and tables for people who preferred to sit, chat or eat as the case may be. The stage was an open polished section of the floor that also doubled as a dance area. The rest of the club floor was carpeted in a plush type of industrial carpeting. Plush industrial carpeting of course resembling a door mat for stiffness and durability. Around the dance floor / stage was an array of lighting equipment bolted to the ceiling. Although smoking indoors had been banned for a couple of years now the place still had that look of a bar with smoke stains in areas around the vents.

Still it felt.. peaceful as the noise level was not that high considering the place had more people than she would have expected. The Queens table, as she was informed, was currently full of 7 people and an assortment of stuff in boxes and bags on the table. The Princess table, where she was shown to, was on the lower level than the queen. From what she could tell this was the place where up and coming drag queens in training, real life kids, and crossdressers were allowed to sit. The one boy who was there actually dressed as a boy, was introduced to her as Manny's son Brian. Brian was dressed in an older style black tshirt with medium length white sleeves. His jeans were not new but worn in and comfy. At the moment Melissa envied him the jeans as her heels were starting to annoy her feet.

"Hi my name is Ja...uh Melissa pleased to meet you all." Melissa got out with a blush for her error of name.

"So is Jay your drab name?" a girl dressed as a boy with a fake mustache glued on.

"My what?" Blinked Melissa.

"New girl sit down and let uncle Mark give you the low down on how we do things. My name is Mark in drab but it is really Marcie. We prefer to use a persons drab or drag names while we sit here."

"What is drab?"

"Dressed as a boy" supplied Brian.

"Oh as a boy my name is Jason."

"Pleased to meet you Jason." Mark shook her hand as did Brian and the as yet unnamed two others. 'Why the big deal about a girl name if I was to be called by my real name?' wondered Melissa.

"Do you have a middle name Melissa?" asked Brian.

"Ah Andie...." Not sure where this was going Melissa responded.

"Short for Andrea I expect. Good for the boy name as well if you shorten it. I'm Patty and this shy one is Louise who is just starting her transition."

"Patty you promised..." mumbled Louise who was close to tears.

"Easy girlfriend. She is new to the whole scene." Patty gave the girl a hug from the side.

Small talk ensued at the table between everyone except for Brian who stared at Melissa constantly without saying anything. This worried Melissa as she assumed he had spotted her for being a boy dressed as a girl. This made Melissa nervous and she kept her hands in her lap along with her eyes for the most part because every time she looked up Brian was staring at her with a goofy smile on his face. This would make her blush and look down again.

Melissa was getting hungry as were the others at the table. When Petra had said it was dinner before the meeting she assumed it was at a restaurant before going to "the club". The table ordered a house pizza. The pizza was actually quite good with a homemade thin crust and a delicious sauce. The olives were not to her liking but the others didn't complain so she ate it. Brain still kept staring at her as she tried to eat her pizza making her blush alot so the pizza was gone before she had finished off her first slice. Brian being a gentlemen offered her the rest of his third slice. She was hungry so she ate it giggling while she did for some unknown reason.

Mark had stared at the two for some time and seemed a little put out.

"Gaaa I'm supposed to be a guy tonight! Okay enough! I need a nose powder. Care to join me Melissa?" Mark phrased it more as a statement than a question. Melissa was glad for the excuse to get away from the stare of Brian. Lousie also tagged along as she had a pretty good idea what the "Nose powder was about". Walking to the restrooms Melissa was surprised that there was not a sign saying mens or ladies. Though the two girls made a bee line for one washroom in particular so she followed them. Upon entering she realized she was in the wrong one. This washroom had no urinals just stalls and a well lighted counter where one t girl was doing her makeup, at least she hoped she was a t girl.

Melissa did not really have to use the bathroom but since the others did she did as well. Sitting down to pee was a new experience for her as her vagi gaff did not allow her to pee the normal way. She found it humiliating to have to use paper to wipe her mess down there. Once she was finished she left the stall to wash her hands and check her makeup. Mark just stared at her as she walked to the counter. She checked her makeup for any flaws that would explain why Brian was on to her and found none. This frustrated Melissa to no end. She turned to Mark for advise.

"Mark do I have something on my face that screams guy in a dress or something? That Brian won't stop looking at me like I was

making a fool out of myself trying to be a girl or something." It was an honest question to Mark but Louise suddenly started to giggle like crazy from where she was trying to put on lipstick. Mark just looked at Melissa with a wide open mouth.

"You can't be serious!" Mark stated which just got Louise giggling even more. Melissa wondered what she had just said that was so funny.

"What did I say? It's not funny! Stop that Louise! Do I look that bad?" Melissa wondering what sort of girl speak she was oblivious too.

"OH MY GOD! Have you like never dated a guy before?"Mark asked out loud. This got Melissa thinking. No not really even the few girls she had asked over the years all didn't seem that interested. "Your a nice guy but I can't go on a date with you" seemed to be the standard line he got.

"Uh no not really." Suddenly Melissa's eyes shot open wide." You don't think that he. That he thinks I'm. That OH MY GOD! This can't be happening! I should leave this .. I can't.. what if..."

Melissa started to hyperventilate. The thought that some guy was attracted to her was causing her to seriously panic. This was supposed to be a gag thing. Safe Petra said.

"I..I..I should go. I can't believe.. oh god what am I gonna do?" she said.

"Easy girlfriend breathe. God your like what 14 or something?"

"Almost 18 actually." Louise started giggling so bad at that remark that her lipstick smeared.

"Yeah right! I'm the tooth fairy." Mark pouted out.

"No seriously I drive and everything! See I got this car it's an FD and it's so cool Pet..ra and I fixed it up and.."

"Stop! You're Petra's daughter alright. Nobody else is that into cars. Gods you were probably so spaced out with cars the boys just lost interest in you for being so airbrained."

"Well I was .. Hey! That's not fair!"

"Let me guess your first time in a skirt?"

"What? No I've worn them before and a dress or two but.."

"She probably was the little girl kicking and screaming as mommie put her in one. Gods how I envied girls like you!" Louise put in.

"I was not!"

"I can so see you as the little girl with ribbons in her hair screaming like the dress was the devil itself."

The two girls descended into a fit of giggles at this image leaving Melissa to wonder just what drugs these two were on. She didn't notice as her skirt got lifted exposing her black panties and almost smooth front with the small bulge of two lips outlined.

"See GG!"

"Louise!" Exclaimed Mark hastily pulling down Melissa's skirt catching her attention.

"What it's the best way to tell!"

"Louise remind me some day to discuss the finer points with you. Your boy side is showing."

"But.."

"Just go Louise." dejected Louise exited the bathroom. Melissa just stood there embarrassed to no end.

"You have to forgive her she gets a little excited sometimes and her boy side slips in doing really stupid things. Her heart is in the right place but the mind isn't following if you get my meaning."

"Ah...sure." Melissa said not at all understanding a thing Mark just said. Mark looked in the mirror and checked her mustache and then adjusted some padding around her middle. Satisfied she pulled on Melissa's hand before she held it up to get a better look.

"Nikki got a hold of you I see."

"Yeah I got steamrolled by her in the parking lot."

"Best person I know at doing a mani. She could make a killing if she could just do it in guy mode."

"Is that like common?" Melissa wondered if it could explain the driving.

"Yeah sort of. Most of the drag Queens all have something they are really good at but like they have to put on a dress and makeup to do it. Same thing for the kings come to think of it. I mean look at me as Marcie I hide in the background and I'm like painfully shy."

Melissa could not imagine this person in front of her as being painfully shy at all. She seemed so full of life and out going. She couldn't imagine what that was for Petra as she seemed to be good at whatever she did in either mode. The darkness of the club compared to the bathroom was blinding at first until her eyes adjusted. Back at the table Louise looked to be sniffling while Brian was doing his best to talk over the noise of the Queens table.

The Queens seemed to be arguing over something or another and were being quite loud about it. Melissa came down with a case of shyness and turned about face pulling away from Mark to go to the bar. At the bar she ordered a cola. Standing there in her heels she fumbled with her purse to find some money to pay for the drink. She was surprised the barman, who was over the top gay, told her it was paid for and to keep her money. She looked up at that and he motioned to the other end of the bar where a big fat guy with white hair on the fringe of his bald head held up his own drink and smiled at her. She smiled back a little before taking the drink and sucking on the tiny pink straw.

"Haven't seen you around here before."

"Uh Thanks for the drink."

"I know of a few ways a pretty little thing like you could thank me."the dirty old man said to a stunned Melissa.

"She's taken. Come along 'Jason' the Queens are almost done time for us Kings to get in on the action." Mark came out of nowhere to save her.

"Oh your with...them." First time she ever heard that word spoken with distaste. She smiled at the thought that finally someone had spotted her as a boy restoring a little of her shredded masculinity. Mark led her back to the table as a quick pace uttering 'can't leave you alone for a second.'

Mark spent a bit of time explaining the 'rules' of men to her. Some at this bar were bi while others were tranny chasers. There was also the regular gay men that came to drink and settle down. She was a little puzzled by Mark's 'Oh My God' when she said that she had been to sex education class and no her mother did not give her the birds and the bees talk. She failed to mention her father had done that.

Melissa had barely sat down again when Petra came by and pulled her up on the to dance floor / stage and started talking about how she did this and that. Marg came by giving Petra an evil look and started to tell Melissa how the kings did things differently. With both Petra describing what queens did and Marg insisting that she should know what the kings did things got confusing for Melissa as she stood there looking at lights and trying to pay attention to what hand signal was for what.

Mark and Brian leaned over the counter/stage edge watching all this with amusement evident on their faces. Melissa struggled to follow the two Queens as best she could however when the other queens and the two kings she hadn't even noticed before began to butt in and offer advice some things became far to complicated for her. Head swimming she left the area in search of her drink which Mark handed to her. She expressed her gratitude and the two found a small table to sit out the argument. Brian and Louise soon joined them and they all watched with growing amusement as the Queens and Kings started arguing with arms waving totally forgetting about Melissa.

Eventually each of the Queens and Kings descended upon the musicman announcing their music and whatnot before each took to the stage to do their numbers. Some were so amusing that Melissa snorted cola more than once. Others so moving that she felt close to tears in admiration for the performance. She was not the only one to applaud these performances and from what she could tell they even got tips.

Petra did a fine lipsync performance that was both funny and good. When she was done someone handed Melissa some fake rose flowers and laughing she went up to hand them to Petra. Word of mouth got around and many did the 'aww so sweet' comment as a blushing Melissa handed them over. When they were done Melissa was surprised that 3 hours had passed as it was now going past 11:00 pm. Petra made noises along the lines of 'getting the little one in bed' and they made their escape.

"Did you have a good time?" Petra asked as the car warmed up. Jason never left anywhere in the car without the engine already warmed. It was something that Pete had taught him thus Melissa did the same with Petra's approval.

"Actually I did. I still have no idea why everyone is so sure I'm a girl. I mean I'm not that passable or anything."Melissa said. Petra looked over at Melissa with her soaped eyebrows raised. She didn't say anything about it nor did she raise the subject again on the long ride back home.

They were on the road back to town when Melissa turned off at the graveled short drive to the old road. Petra roused herself from her almost slumber to ask why but stopped as she saw the flashing lights up ahead. At a guess the cops were spot checking for drunk drivers and she like Melissa did not really want to get stopped.

The short 1/4 mile through wood to the old road beginning was uneventful going at a slow speed. When they got onto the cracked pavement neither were really surprised to see a car or two parked along the side. Many came out to practices drifting on the road at this time of night. Usually the actual unofficial racing was done on Saturday's. This being a Tuesday night they did not expect to see anyone really going for it. I

It was a surprise to both of them as they drove up to the area where the races started to see more than a few cars on the verge. There was a green Toyota supra waiting on one side to race what looked to be a VW golf. The two were revving up and down to the cheers of the small crowd. Strangely Melissa saw that many of the girls there tonight were dressed no differently than herself. However Petra's outfit would stand out and she couldn't let that happen to her dear friend. Thus when she saw the bandana drop and the two cars shoot off she didn't stop but followed them right away.

The monster sensing it was time to play begged to be let go and have fun but its mistress was not letting it do so just yet. For now it was time to be patient. Soon, it would soon be time. The monster backed down a bit and waited. Even though the two racers were trying to go at it on the corners Melissa calmly pushed the tape cassette of prerecorded music into the player. There was silence as it did it's thing.

Petra was already hanging on losing another nail to the mysterious space in all cars where things permantly disappear too when she dared glace at Melissa. The girl, and she had no doubt of that at the moment was tapping her hand on the wheel. The gauges on the car were already at 40 mph at the rpm at 3500 but she looked...Bored.

"Common already get a move on." Melissa exclaimed. Petra looked over at her again then the road seeing curves that she had, in her younger days, had played on. This speed was about normal for doing these curves and Melissa seemed to act like it was far to slow.

The tape cassette started playing Motley Crue - Looks that kill. Melissa smiled. Petra went pale. The monster felt for freedom and...found it. Melissa let it go changing a gear and speeding past the golf that had dropped behind the supra in front of it. This would have been normal as the corner coming up didn't give a lot of room and most people would drift wide from the corner hence only one car usually went through.

Petra looked at Melissa again the girl with the pigtails bouncing in her seat to the time of the music was back. Petra felt her gaff start to get a little damp as the the car started to swerve even before the corner was in view.

The supra now noticed the FD being totally crazy and started to back down a bit before the driver tried to push the car not giving up the space to the nut job in the FD. Melissa nodded her head while changing gear only dropping the revs by about 100 rpm if that. It was enough for the fast change though at the back of the car lost traction as she pushed down on the throttle. The monster felt joy as it hit its 5k mark and purred loudly. The car barely moved from it's lane as it swerved around the inside of the corner missing the guardrail by millimeters.

Pete was amazed. He had never seen such driving while drifting not even at some of the shows of the Japanese boys that had come a few years back. The drivers of both the golf and the supra forgot about racing each other as they tried to figure out how this mysterious driver had just done the impossible. They needed to see more it was like a sudden addiction. They gave the FD some room but followed as best they could to see all the details.

As both cars followed they gulped as the car in front of them made perfect drifts on all the corners pulling further and further away as if it was not even trying. At each corner the bystanders, some of whom had cameras out to record the race, watched the total stranger rip apart the course with a level of skill that was like magic. Calls were made via cell phones as the air waves filled with sudden calls of the amazing event unfolding.

Pete in the passenger seat could only follow the road as each corner came at faster speeds and passed by just as fast. He could feel the G forces at work and actually feel the car's body twisting but not breaking as each corner was hit at max speed with flawless precision. The engine was not quite screaming yet. A quick dared glance over showed the speedo going nuts between 80 mph on straight parts, of which there wasn't many, and not slowing below 70 mph on the corners. The car even started to smell a bit of burnt rubber as the tires were being worked to their max.

The monster waited for its moment. It knew it was coming soon. The supra and golf, now far behind, pulled to the verge and got out of their cars to see what they could or more importantly hear it. The engines of the cars worked far more than they were used to tinkled their annoyance at the abuse. Indeed both drivers had given their absolute best to try to keep up and couldn't.

At one point on the old road was a much beaten up old stop sign. The sign was full of holes from bullets and was angled off towards the river beside it. The sign was there simply because the river took a wicked left turn. The road followed it just the same way as the granite boulder was far to large to move. The only way to safely make this turn was to slow to a crawl and turn left. The corner was the toughest corner on the road. It was also considered the slowest by all. Even trying to drift through it was slow as the cars didn't drift but more or less came to a stop on the side before turning their wheels sharply and completing the turn. The guardrail had long ago been replaced with a now crumbling concrete barrier. The barrier was full of paint and rubber bumper marks and gouges from those who had tried and failed over the years to make the turn.

Just before the sign corner was a semi long stretch of nice curve that would have been a amazing drift section if people did not have to slow down like crazy halfway through. Pete recognized the section and waited bracing himself for the slam braking. At the fail spot marked by a yellow paint splotch the car did not slow but speed up a little. Pete looked over the little girl bouncing in her harness to the rhythm of the music her leg bracing the steering wheel as the car was drifting along at 70mph. She actually reached over and turned up the volume while the car was in it's most dangerous spot like it was perfectly normal for her to do so.

Pete tried to speak but couldn't. Somewhere along the way he had screamed out his voice. He just stared in horror at the first glimpse of the fast approaching sign. This corner was also a popular corner for people to watch from as there was room for people to stand behind the barrier. They all watched in growing horror as the FD was coming straight at them not slowing down.

The monster felt it's moment coming. Melissa's grin faded as a look of concentration took over her face unnoticed by any. She bit her lower lip and made her move. The front of the car swung side to side for a fraction of a second. She pressed the pedal all the way to the floor. The monster screamed its released fury at its full out rev of 12000 rpms the tires in the rear billowed smoke as the car went into a full spin drift.

Pete watched it occur all in slow motion the car was out of control spinning first 180 degrees and then more still. Melissa let off the throttle dropping the monster's joy down to 6000 rpms the rear tires caught traction while the front continued to slide. She stepped into the pedal and downshifted. The car shot forward seemingly going straight for the boulder before miraculously missing it by inches. The front of the car now under more control slide a little but stuck to the edge of the road inches from the guard rail as the rear tires broke loose again. The stop sign now, behind the FD picked up speed the speedo guage showed a steady 70 mph still even with the rear tires spinning. The FD picked up its speed quickly completing the turn after the sign that broke right into a small perfectly straight section.

The spectators on the corner as one all had their mouths open as the smoke from the tires blew past them leaving a few with black spots on their faces from the burnt rubber dust hidden it the smoke. One man by the name of John had the presence of mind to have the record function of video on his phone going. He had been visiting this spot for over a decade now and not once had he ever witnessed anything remotely like what had just happened. It defied all logic to him as he believed it could not be done. But he had just seen it happen. The scream of the tires and the smoke could not be denied. Nor could he deny that he had heard the roar of an engine far past its limit scream with a deep roar of raw harnessed power.

More than a few people on that corner had pissed their pants, shorts, or in the case of two women their panties. None noticed that as they tried to process what they had witnessed. The impossible had been done. The corner had be drifted through without stopping. As for Pete in the car he passed out.

The rest of the course was done with the same precision as the first half. When the FD flew past the official stop line a man with a stop watch clicked the button. Although the race had started with the supra and golf. The red FD had passed them which he knew from a cell call. However he kept the watching going to see if the record could be broken. He looked down to see that 10 seconds had yet to go before the record would be met. He was still processing it before he opened his own cell and made the call.

Melissa had the monster under firm control as she once more pulled on the highway at a more sedate pace of 50mph. It was then she noticed that Petra had apparently fallen asleep in the passenger seat. She was disappointed. She had hoped her driving was good enough but apparently it wasn't. The rest of the trip back to Pete's place continued in silence as she had turned off the radio.

She pulled into the back entrance to the yard and pulled the car to gentle stop. The monster was happy and purred at idle. Melissa got out of the car and stretched before she stepped over the passenger and opened the door to shake awake Petra. Petra was groggy like she had been drinking heavily and staggered out of the car her legs like rubber. Melissa helped her to the steps of the porch asking her if she was fine. Petra nodded yes a few times before shooing away Melissa. Melissa shrugged and walked back to the car. Her back was to Petra as Petra regained her senses enough to look at the car. She did not see a single scratch anywhere on the car and she even pinched herself. She was alive but could not in the foggiest figure out why.

Melissa carefully parked the car in its spot in the old garage. Even if Petra had not liked her driving she still did and she smiled as she closed the garage door on the now sleeping car. She carefully made her way through the hedge not snagging her pantyhose and walked to the house. She checked to make sure nobody was home before she unlocked the back door. The alarm was still set just as she left it. No extra shoes but there was a message on the machine. Her parents had called from their hotel to check on her. She was sure to hear of it tomorrow.

With her heels in her hand she climbed the stairs to Megan's room. She removed the clothes and was going to put them back into the closet but decided against that. She would wash them tomorrow instead along with the underwear. First things first she wanted the nails off. She tried the thumb first. It' didn't pop off. She tried other nails none were moving. Starting panic she ran to her room and found the remover for nail glue. It had no effect on the nails Nikki had put onto her hands. She started to freak out. She couldn't keep them on her parents would surely notice. Along with everyone else. Tomorrow was a holiday but it would only delay the inevitable return to school.

Melissa removed her panties and bra and went to the bathroom. She used the cold cream on her face before washing it again with soap. When she looked up into the mirror after drying she still she was a girl. Even without makeup she was a pretty girl if a little plain with freckles. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to figure out what to do. Tomorrow she told herself. Pete would know what to do.

With a slight smile she thought what the heck and left the forms and vagi gaff in place. She always wondered what it would be like to sleep in one of her sister's nighties. Melissa chose a purple satin nightie with spaghetti straps before she pulled back the covers on her sister's bed. With a giggle at being so naughty she settled in for a good night's rest.

Far away in the garage the sleeping FD settled into it's parking space. One of the rear stabilizer bars whose custom built mount welded to the car snapped off. No one was around to see or hear the sharp ptink of a weld breaking.

Melissa woke up to sun shining into the bedroom window. She rolled over feeling feminine and a little sexy but very naughty in the satin nightie of Megan's. The wonderfully soft bed of Megan's bed was a bonus. She rolled over thinking of last night as she caught sight of her red nails. They still looked great but she could not get them off even with her remover.

It did not take Melissa long to wake up, grab one of her sister's silk robes and head downstairs for breakfast. For a moment she thought she saw her parents waiting for her as usual. She had to stop on the stairs and look again. Nobody was home but the scare disturbed her all through a breakfast of cereal with milk. For some reason she felt compelled to clean her dishes and small mess from breakfast. Usually as Jason she would leave the dishes in the sink where the milk would dry up before she washed them.

With breakfast over she went up stairs again and took a delightfully sinful bath in Megan's bathtub with a diving cap over her head. Once clean and, after checking, free of unwanted body or facial hair, she dried off wrapping a towel around herself. She waited a few minutes before putting on body lotion and some powder that left a nice lavender scent. Her skin felt soft and smooth. Her choice for today was plain white lingerie combined with a pair of nude pantyhose.

She puzzled over what to wear. She did not really want to wear a skirt or dress today and wasn't sure she could fit into the few dress pants Megan had left behind. Searching she found Megan's old uniform from her cheerleading days. With a smile she changed into it. She played with her makeup and hair putting in the ribbons that went with the uniform. The socks were easy enough but she had to use Jason's one pair of tennis shoes in bright white. They looked almost like a girls. She played for part of the morning as if she was a cheerleader just for the fun of it. She was never as flexible as her sister Megan. After a few spills and laughs she almost felt like she was going to pull something in her back and decided to stop with the cheerleading attempt.

Back in Megan's room she removed the uniform and pantyhose but put the socks back on. She had gotten an idea while moving around. From a dresser drawer she found the white shorts she was looking for. coupled with a link pink short sleeve top that left very little to imagination with its short sleeves, deep neckline and the tiny bit of elastic that scrunched up the material in between her breasts outlining them even more. The mirror showed a girl who's lower figure was female but could stand to lose a few pounds. Her pigtailed hair with ribbons was out of place though. A bit of work with a brush after removing the ribbons and small hair elastics returned her hair to a more normal look.

With her hair done she added a simple necklace of Nikki's from last night along with the watch but not any bangles on her other wrist. All in all the picture of a normal teenaged girl. Strangely happy with the look she gathered the clothes and lingerie from last night into her arms. The trip to the basement where she hand washed all the items before hanging them to dry on the line in the basement for just that purpose over the drain on the floor.

As she was turning off the light Melissa jammed her fingers painfully into the door frame reminding her of the nails she had yet to get rid of. With a few choice, and unladylike, cuss words Melissa resigned herself to making yet another trip outside as her girl self. This time during the daytime. In a way it thrilled her and terrorized her all in one. She picked up the denim purse from last night that she had stupidly left by the back door when she had got home. Making a slip like that was a sure way to get caught and she admonished herself as she locked up the house.

The trip though the hedge was a bit painful as she managed to scrap her bare legs on one of the branches in the hedge this time. Thankful to not having another reason to run to town to get a replacement pair of nylons as she was dressed was a small blessing. Unlocking the door to the old garage always gave her a small thrill. Seeing her car for the first time each morning as the sun first hit it waking it from its nap always filled her with a sense of pride.

She started the car and moved it out of the garage just enough to let it finish warming up. As she did so she walked around the car and listened. Something seemed off. She did not know what but some sense of her felt or heard a different sound as the car idled. Concerned she let the engine warm up before turning it off. She checked the engine oil, antifreeze, brake fluid even the washer fluid. Seeing nothing off but still with that nagging feeling something was off she went around checking the tires. One was a little low on pressure in the front but only by 3 pounds. Not enough to cause a worry. She pulled and pushed on each wheel a few times but they all felt solid.

With the engine still off she checked the working of the transmission, brake pedal, signal lights, and even turned the steering wheel back and forth checking for any loose play. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She started the car once more and listened closely. Nothing again seemed out of normal that she could tell but still it was like the car was telling her something.

Melissa knew that most garages would brush her off for her feelings. Pete would not. She had to go there anyways so telling Pete about it would not be anything out of the ordinary. He would take her seriously and do some more checking. He did not have a hoist yet, he was trying to build one but in the last 4 years she had known him he changed his mind of how he wanted to build it over a dozen times.

When the car was warm she started to drive. The monster did not want her to push it as even it knew something was not right. The drive to Pete's shop was uneventful except for when she hit the one bump. She felt and heard something from the rear. It was more like a small scratch than a bump but it was something.

As she pulled into the back yard she saw a familiar van that she could not place. She knew it wasn't a local van but some part of her mind registered it none the less. It was not till she was pulling on the old wooden door to the old shop that she placed the van. It was from last night. Marg and Nikki's van if she was right. What they would be doing here during the daytime was a mystery.

The old section of the shop minus the grooved and pocketed cement section had a wooden floor long ago made of rough cut wood. At the time, so she was told, it was made with rough hewn 4 x8 chunks of wood. They were too thick to be called boards. There was one or two new pieces in some sections that had to be replaced because of rottenness. The rest were still the same time worn smooth pieces of wood though. They were smooth to touch but had raised bumps all over from knots. What must lie under that floor would be a wonder. Decades of metal shavings and dust. Pete had a section tested for explosive years ago when he inherited the shop and was found to not be explosive. Which is why the floor was not cleaned out. Below the wooden floor was the dust over dirt. The new section was build on a floating cement pad that was also heated. The old section did not receive heat from that but from the overhead heat lamps. Surprisingly the place was warm even in the cold of winter.

It was explained to her once that the thick boards filled with sawdust walls acted as a much better insulation than many newer houses. The new section had been built years before Pete got it but never finished. The inside was fortified and the walls changed from 2 x 4 to 2 x8 for the insulation. In summer the place was cool and in winter the place was warm. Sometimes too warm as the doors to the old section were often opened to cool things down.

Melissa was on the smoother part of the old cement pad without the chips and chunks missing. It was also the one spot where you could jack up a car onto stands and where she hoped that Pete could look at the FD to see what she couldn't. From the front section of the shop she heard voices. The front section had two very old rooms. One was a parts room where various stuff could be found on the strange but packed shelves of old parts. The other was the office. You could easily see the office was built or modeled much like a 1930's office with its fake, mostly warped, oak panels of the era. The once polished floor was missing altogether leaving behind a much traveled on glued covered smooth floor of some unknown material. The century old wooden desk with its many oil stains would have been nice once with all its curves. It was a pine desk vs a more common mahogany or oak desk of the time.

Behind all that in a corner where it had probably never moved since it was put there was the old safe. The safe was no longer used to store anything but small denominations of money and some papers. It was a pretty looking safe with all its bronze work, bronze handles over thick cast iron plates. In front of the desk was two wooden chairs for people to sit and talk. The office had its own oil heater and a big window made of thick time warped glass. In winter you could actually feel a draft from that old window. She was told that the window was actually some 3 inches thick and was never that good to see out of in the first place. It was there for natural light for the one time accountant that used the office. On a shelf in the back wall was various manuals, books, and even the 1930's style electric desk lamp and adding machine.

The place wreaked of nostalgia not from collection but for not being tossed away. On the walls around the shop itself was old posters of various mechanical items. Some were simple charts of bolts, drills, threading and other more common things a machinist needed. Others were a complete sectional of all the old Chrysler Sure Grip differentials used on military and car products while the next one had the Dana limited slip ones.

Every time she looked there was something new and old that just riveted her attention. Like the side of the old bolt bin that had racing stickers all down the side. Some, she knew from looking online, were worth very good money to collectors. Others were not so valuable. The old road runner horn on the ceiling for example. The weld pits and modifications used to make it fit to where it was was not worth so much. The horn worked as it was hooked to a phone ringer of some sort.

She walked into the new section with its computerized machines. In the large box was a project being cut out of actual steel. At the moment its was all waste holes so she could not even remotely tell what was being made. The cnc machine was a box about 8 feet square with large clamps that held the workpiece inside. The clamps actually moved around the piece to whatever angle was needed for a particular cut. The smaller machine 4 feet away the head moved around instead of the base. Its bay was empty of a piece but not yet cleaned out of the pile of shavings.

All around the area was blocks of different types of metals from brass to copper from cast iron to steel all in bins. Over them was sheets of metal in different thicknesses. There was a hydraulic metal press for bending metal up to 1 in thickness or so she was told. Special cutters for the metals also took up much of the space. There was even a weird collection of girders and hydraulic cylinders that Pete called a mold press. Much of the equipment was older except the new cnc machines. There was a door that never opened in the new section where Pete hoped to one day finish the car hoist. Whose current design looked like three pads with arms off each. How this would lift a vehicle was beyond her understanding.

She turned at the sound of voices coming closer to the new section and strode to the door. Pete was in his usual old style striped coveralls that looked more like what old train engineers wore in the steam engine days. Beside him was two balding men. One in a suit minus the jacket. He was in a pair of suit pants, blue dress shirt and red tie. Beside him was a shorter man in blue jeans with holes, a black Metallica t shirt and a leather biker vest over top. Each had shiny heads with hair fringes around them one grey the other salt and pepper. The one in the suit who was taller than the biker dude was arguing with Pete. Neither looked like they had shaved as both sported thick beard shadow on their faces. They turned to look at Melissa who got a sudden inexplicable case of shyness and looked the floor.

"See! That proves my point! Melissa is standing right there! If she was a boy as you say she is then she would not be here as she is. I seriously think you owe me and Mark an apology for last night!"

"Now Nick I'm sure there is a good explanation why she is here as a girl today. Actually there had better be a damn good one." Pete said while looking at Melissa who wanted to do nothing more than hide under the bottom of the 5 ton machine she was standing next too.

"Ah and these are?" Melissa who could not place who the two guys were. Neither looked anything like the people she met last night.

"Ah right. This is Nickolas and his friend Mark." Pete said like it should explain everything.

"Ah..Hi." Melissa still didn't get it at all. Nickolas looked nothing like Nikki nor did Markus look anything like Marg. The Tall one Nickolas moved forward and with a gentlemanly bow took her hand in his hand gave the back of it a kiss.

"So charmed to meet you this way Melissa. But I think you know us better the other way. Switch our names around and make them feminine." He said in deep voice.

"Marg?" Melissa asked as she looked into his eyes. It took her a moment where she squinted her face scrunching up her hose to see it.

"Quite right my granddaughter."Issued the voice of Marg from Nickolas's mouth." Gods that feels so weird when I'm dressed in drab." returning to his male voice.

"Nikki?" she addressed Mark who bowed to her.

"Yep but unlike Marg I can't do her voice without being dressed up." Both men were free of female sing song or mannerism's much like Pete was. Though from time to time she could see abortive movements on each if she watched carefully.

"And do what do we owe the pleasure of your beauty today fair lady?" Nickolas asked causing Melissa to giggle. She held up her hands displaying the nails for all to see. Pete put his hand to the bridge of his nose.

"Mark please tell me those are not acrylics."

"Okay if you really want me to lie.." He said with a shrug of his shoulders saying the exact opposite.

"Why in the fu.. do you have ...Mark I can't believe.." Pete paused again to catch his breath before continuing."Right so they won't come off hence the look."

"I don't see what the big deal is. Her mother would probably be quite surprised to see her daughter actually having nice nails for once." Mark stated as if it was the best thing in the world.

"Surprised? Yep that she would be. Right so we have to remove them. Acetone soak then." Pete thought out loud.

"But that will ruin them!" A bit of Nikki could be heard in that remark along with one or two hand movements. To bad for him Pete was walking to the chemical cabinet already. He removed a small white metal container and poured the liquid into some heavy chemical rubber gloves. This he brought over and placed each of Melissa's hands into them while a horrified Mark looked on. Pete said to leave them on till he said to take them off after looking at his watch. The liquid was really cold at first but warmed up fairly quickly. She followed Pete, Mark, and Nick around the shop as Pete explained what did what in the shop.

Pete was in fine lecture mode as he did so that absorbed her attention much like some of her teachers did in class. It seemed like in no time at all Pete looked at his watch and came to remove the gloves from her hands. Exposed now the once fine nails looked more like her hands were covered in a red glue than anything else. Pete rinsed off her hands over the waste bin funnel before he used a small brush to finish removing the worst of the gunk. He made her wash her hands with some of the white Gunk hand cleaner twice before she could look closely. Most of the nails where now gone but some remained.

She followed Mark out to the van where he complained the entire time about destroyed work as he used some nail boards to sand off the rest of the nail gunk. She was not paying too much attention as she waited with her hands outstretched watching the next door lot construction. The Ford dealer next door was adding an extension to the back of the building. At the moment the men were putting the now driven pillars behind some foam things. She did not know what the pillars were for as she watched trying to figure it out till one of the pillars puffed up with a small muffled pow. They were using explosives to remove the cement from the tops of the exposed pillars. She had heard about this before.

When she turned back her nails were now back to normal but coated with a nice gloss and much more oval looking. She looked at the back of both hands before looking at Mark with a squinty look.

"Relax all I did was clean them up and put on some cheap nail harder after I had to buffed them down. The gloss will be ruined in no time and wont be noticed."

She looked at her nails more closely and saw that he did not get all the spots as there was a few small bare spots here and there. Overall she could tell her mom that she was working on her models with clear and didn't notice since it was done so badly. Nikki of last night would have done a much more professional job. Marcie was right about Nikki. She was a pro while her Nomme de Querre Mark was a klutz.

They returned to the shop with Mark still muttering about how unfair it was to ruin his artwork. There was also something about dang tomboys and not fair. She didn't catch all of it as he was in front of her. When they got inside she showed her nails to Pete who looked at Mark. Mark backed up explaining it was just some cheap nail hardener to protect her nails. With a grunt Pete let the matter drop. They discussed going out for a quick bite to eat. Melissa claimed she couldn't as she didn't want anyone else to see her as a girl. Nickolas shushed her saying it was far past time she hid as a tomboy and lived her life like all her friends.

Melissa was wondering what her few friends would say if they could see her now. She thought better of that as she knew they would tease her enormously. Worse her greatest fear was that they would be in the small cafe on the corner of the same block that Pete's shop was on just more along main street. It was probably the only reason she argued for a more upscale restaurant instead of the cheap cafe.

The men of the group deferring to the one lady went with the other option of the Smitty's restaurant 4 blocks away instead. Melissa was only happy to give Pete another ride in the FD. She did find it strange when he hesitated before getting in the car. The look on his face was also a puzzle.

"Don't worry she doesn't want to play today. She is sick." Pete's face lost the slightly scared look in favor of the more concerned, and very overprotective, parent instead. As much as the FD was Melissa's car it was also his Baby as well.

"What do you mean she is sick? Gas, oil, fluids?"

"All checked no it's not that it's something else."

Pete puzzled over this as Melissa took it over to the curb lane that was notoriously rough. She did this without thinking about it and the Van followed them thinking they had a reason being locals. This section of the main street curb lane was rough because of a violent storm that had passed through the night the concrete had been poured. It had created small dips and peaks that had dried by morning. There was a petition, there was always a petition, to have the street cut down and paved over but so far it had not been done.

The car ran over this rough section at the speed limit of 30 mph working the front and rear suspension just enough that a small thump from the rear was heard. Not very loud but one all the same. Pete restrained himself from releasing the belt to hop into the back just to listen for it again. They both knew there was something loose in the rear. The rest of the short drive to Smitty's was spent with possible causes. Melissa guessed a bad shock while Pete thought it had come loose.

So intent on discussing the possible problem that neither of the two noticed the excited gestures of two young teens at the corner cafe they passed.

Melissa and Pete were still arguing vehemently as they got out of the FD after parking at the Smitty's restaurant. So much so they both failed to even notice that Nicholas and Mark had parked next to them and were both shaking their heads at the two of them.

"If it is a faulty weld that broke it's certainly not my fault you did all the welding yourself." Melissa stated.

"My welds do not break. Ever! It's probably the strut rod you bolted in place being loose from your maniac driving!"

The two continued in this vain as they walked side by side up to the doors of the restaurant itself. Mark and Nicholas, grinning at how alike the two were, followed closely behind the two.
Melissa and Pete stopped arguing as they entered the four entered the waiting area. Nicholas being the visibly oldest kindly asked for a table for four from the blonde attractive waitress in her black knee length pencil skirt and crispy white blouse.

None of the group noticed 2 boys talking animatedly into cell phones standing beside their slightly rusted Honda civic covered in stickers. The two of them were so animated as they gestured wildly at the the FD. Inside the restaurant Melissa followed docily behind the three men without a second thought to a corner booth well away from the windows.

The group of four were sitting and chatting about mild things such as weather, new movies, or in the case of Melissa and Pete the lack of newer cars being safe. This puzzled the two older men who made the mistake of asking what they meant. It was therefore no surprise when the two of them got animated about how unsafe the cars really were vs the older cars. The waitress actually had to ask twice if they were ready to order interrupting Melissa in mid argue.

Melissa wanted to have her usual Colossal burger and fries with gravy along with a large chocolate shake which is what Pete ordered. However when the waitress was asking for the orders Nicholas changed her order.

"And for you sir?" she asked Nicholas just after she had written down Mark's order.

"Well my granddaughter's order will go to me. She will have your chefs chicken salad with a tomato juice since she is on a diet."

"What!" Barked Melissa.

"Your grandpa's right hun. It would just go to your hips. You wouldn't want to ruin that lovely figure of yours at your age." The older woman said from across the aisle.

"But.." Melissa really wanted that burger.

"Sorry Melissa but Nicholas has got a point. At your age you want to keep your gorgeous figure for as long as possible so less greasy fat for you. Trust me years later you will thank us." Even Mark got into the act.

Melissa looked to Pete for help but saw in his eyes that even he agreed. Seeing that she was outnumbered and stuck to a girlie diet she folded her arms under her breasts and pouted. The small fact that on her the pout was quite pretty. Everyone quietly, or not so quietly in Mark's case, chucked at the apparent surrender of the younger girl. Chuckling the waitress walked away with their order.

"Oh come on sweetie it's not the end of the world. Just a few salads and some exercise and you can go back to eating the junk food."Nicholas switched to a lower voice so as to not be overheard." Look at me dear. I may be old but even I have to diet from time to time and trust me there is junk for fashions for larger women."

"I don't care! I wanted that burger they are so good here." Melissa continued to pout.

"Why Petey! Pleasant surprise seeing you here!" came a voice causing them all to look up. The town gossip Mrs. Anne Burelle was standing right there. Melissa's first instinct was to dive under the table but she knew she was already caught. Besides the vinyl seat was already glued to the back of her thigh and she couldn't slip down. She tried.

"Hi Anne. What brings you here?" Pete said it in such a way that it was clearly meant that she should leave. Of course she was oblivious to such things. Being the town gossip meant ignoring subtle signs and Mrs. Burelle had that down pat.

"Don't be rude Petey introduce me to your friends." Melissa suddenly realized this was a very bad idea and tried to unstuck her legs from the vinyl silently so she could hide under the table.

"I don't know about that..." Pete was trying to get out of doing just that. Melissa knew as well as he did if he made a scene about it that would spread around town just as fast.

"Nonsense Petey. My name is Nicholas and this is my friend Mark. We are here to visit Pete and his lovely daughter Melissa." This immediately brought Mrs. Burelle's attention down on her sitting there and she tried to shrink into the seat.

"Well you certainly are a pretty thing if a bit of a tomboy from the looks of you. I can see you taking after Petey here alright. Strange I never heard him tell me he had a daughter before. I always thought he was a little uhm different in that regard." She stopped talking to look at Pete who was now doing his best to imitate a tomato.

"I expect you and your daughter, properly dressed in a light suitable dress, for tea on the morrow or better yet maybe after church on Sunday. Yes let's make it Sunday as I have the feeling this young lady doesn't own a suitable dress and you will take her shopping for such."

Mrs. Burelle now turned her attention to Nicholas and Mark." And what is your relation to the Ashes?" She asked of the two men with her eyebrows raised. Melissa had the satisfaction of watching the two of them shrink a bit in their cushions.

"I'm uh well think of me as the honorary grandfather to Melissa." Nicholas got out. Mark just squeaked. Melissa got the impression that unlike his alter ego Nikki, Mark couldn't confront people if his life depended on it. When he didn't say anything further Mrs. Burelle just sniffed the air as if it was poisoned and left the group at the table.

Melissa for her part tried to control her rapid breathing down while Pete was sucking up his large glass of Pepsi through the straw. Nicholas had a smile on his face and Mark was just being Mark in the corner of the booth intent on the small cups of coffee creamer.

"I gather she is someone important?" Nicholas stated. It wasn't really a question but Melissa felt compelled to answer anyways.

"She is the wife of one of the towns more prominent citizen's. She has made it her job to annoy virtually everyone in town. Anything she sees, or hears about is soon known around town." Melissa was playing with the condensation on the side of her glass with the tomato juice.

"Ah a teller!"

"Excuse me?"said Pete looking up from his straw.

"Tell her anything and she tells everyone else. Town gossip. Better than the phone company or newspaper."

"Yeah something like that. My life just got more complicated." Pete was sulking.

"Oh come on Petey"Nicholas grinned at the nickname Mrs. Burelle gave him which Pete returned with a scowl."It's not like you could keep your little girl here forever under wraps. Melissa is far to pretty a girl for that. Just out of curiosity where is she from if she doesn't live with you but her mother?"

"Helen, my exwife, lives in the West end. We... talk from time to time." Pete almost never talked about his ex wife. They had married when he was young for about a year when it was not working out.

"Ah so your a cultured girl from the city then!" Nicholas stated as if it was the best possible thing."Where do you go to school if you don't mind my asking. Melissa was about to reply about a school her cousin went to when Pete spoke up.

"She goes to a private school." Melissa rolled her eyes at this. While the city did have private schools, just about all of them had uniforms.

"Oh! A schoolgirl uniform I bet you look just adorable in your uniform Melissa!" Melissa wishes fervently that Pete would shut the hell up as she now had to come up with something.

"The tie is a pain and the skirt is to short but thankfully I can wear the pants instead." There take that you old fart and shut up!' Melissa thought.

"For shame! I bet.."Nicholas started.

"Marg is showing."Pete simply said. The animation that was starting to light up Nicholas's face died down.

"Uhem quite right. I'm sure she looks nice. Moving on, so your just here to visit dear old dad then?"

"Something like that. Lets just change the subject. So hows the van doing? Done an oil change recently?"

Although Nicholas could have stopped it the three of them got into talking about the merits of changing oil and other maintenance while they waited for the food. Mark commented from time to time but mostly just listened. None of the group had noticed the group of teenaged girls sit down in a booth not far away even though one of them had a baby on her lap. A second table was dragged over by some boys to join the girls. The staff of the restaurant treated this as a normal occurrence and took their orders just the same.

Had Melissa known she would have paid more attention as she nosily got up from the bench with the excuse to visit the ladies room. Pete handed her her purse as she had forgotten it. As soon as it was apparent to the group at the table the girls en mass maneuvered to get up and out of the booth to follow her. They were not close enough to see her change directions and walk into the girls bathroom after first heading directly to the mens.

The womens washroom was much like the mens on the opposite side of the wall. Same counter if opposite of the mens the only real difference was that in place of the urinals she couldn't use because of the vagi gaff was two extra stalls. Hating public washrooms she stopped long enough to grab a paper towel and dampen it in the sink when she heard the bathroom door opening. She rushed into a stall, wiped down the seat, before pulling down her tight shorts to her knees and sat on the still damp seat to do her business.

Melissa was very nervous about peeing in the forbidden washroom and these women on the other side who were not talking wasn't making it any easier for her to pee. She waited for any of them to go do something and was relieved that they did not bust open the stall door demanding that a man such as herself should use the mens room or be reported to the police. When one of them finally went into an adjoining stall and started to tinkle she was able to relieve herself.

Peeing like a girl in the gaff was annoying as it dripped everywhere even if she couldn't feel certain parts it was still an annoyance. She much preferred being able to stand and let go than having to sit. She used the toilet paper to wipe herself. She was amazed that unlike most mens washrooms the womens toilet paper was not super harsh and came off the roll easy. She was far to used to fighting with the plastic boxes to get a few sheets as a man.

When she had wiped herself down as best she could she stood up to pull up her sisters panties and shorts back into place. Her hands felt dirty from wiping herself and she stepped out to wash them without thinking. She had to stop and step back as she opened the door to find the local race chick groupies standing not 4 feet from her. Melissa felt herself let loose a tiny bit of left over pee into her panties as the sight of this group.

There was Brandy with her 3 month old child, the eldest. Marcie and her sister Emily. Both of them doing the Goth rock chick with the super tight and short black skirts. Becca with the red hot pants and Brandies younger sister looking shy Melony. Melony held the baby bag for Brandy's kid. All of them were openly staring at her. She was sure they knew exactly who she was and were gonna tell everyone. She waited a heartbeat and then two or three before moving again towards the sink to wash her hands as if it was normal. Petra had said the biggest thing that told people off about a drag queen was fear.

"What are you trying to pull?" Brandy asked as she was washing her hands under the warm water. Melissa felt her heart pound in her ears as she knew that they knew she wasn't a girl.

"I'm not trying to pull anything." Melissa tried to explain. It wasn't her fault that Nicki had plastered the nails to her fingers forcing her to be a girl again today.

"The boys are all gaga over you. You know that right?"

"Excuse me?" Melissa wondered why she was being so polite.

"Oh come on. No girl learns to drive like you without a boy being behind it. Who are you after? John? Nick? Peter?"

'What the hell is she talking about?' Melissa reached for some paper towels to dry her hands without breaking eye contact with Brandy.

"Answer me you little bitch!" Brandy shouted as she stepped forward so that her face was mere inches from Melissa's. What surprised Melissa was that she stood her ground. She had never done that before it was always back off and try to diffuse the situation with comedy of some sort.

"Brandy maybe.." Melony began.

"What!" She shouted as she suddenly turned to face her sister. This did not sit well with the baby who started to cry as her pacifier was not enough comfort against the sudden yelling and motions.

"Oh now look what you made me do! There there it's alright mummy isn't mad at you." And just like that Brandy totally changed character to sooth her baby. Melissa took this as a good time to escape this foolishness and walked out while the girls were distracted with the baby.

"Stuck up... Oh sorry baby not you.." the door closed on Brandy's last words. Melissa was glad she survived the encounter but she had no clue as to why these people who she went to school with hadn't clued in to who she really was. As she passed the mirror with today's special marked in grease pencil she caught her reflection. She didn't look that different.

As she got back she saw their food had arrived. Nicholas was digging in to her burger with relish seemingly enjoying it. At her place was a very plain looking salad bowl made out of tortilla shell. With a sigh she sat down, knees together due to the look the 3 men gave her, and tucked into the salad trying to make it last by eating small bites. Even eating small bites she finished her salad far to quick for her poor empty stomach. She made a silent promise to it to feed it when she got home.

Pete took a bit longer to finish his steak and potato meal. Mostly due to it have a soup before hand. When the waitress came by she pointedly ignored Melissa as she took orders for deserts. When she did finally turn to Melissa she just smiled as she said she knew how hard diets could be. Melissa got disgusted as the three of them each got the huge freshly made cinnamon buns with icing glaze on them, her favorite.

"I need some air" She said as she got up from the sticky seat vowing to never again wear shorts if they were going to go to a restaurant. As she did so she shook head walking away. Melissa was going back under the bed and staying there. Jason only wore pants or long shorts that went to his knees. As she got to the glass door of the restaurant she paused and wondered why she referred to herself as a separate person in her head. It was almost like the more she wasn't a boy the less she saw herself as one.

She stepped out of the restaurant so deep in thought that she didn't notice the group of boys stood around her car till she bumped right into one.

"Oh sorry!"She said automatically. Then wondered why she was apologizing when this person was directly in the way of her car. Looking up she noticed that just about all of the guys from school and the local hangout for the tuners were there. Everyone of them was openly staring or looking over the car in detail. She was glad she had washed it the other day even if it was currently filthy.

"Uh excuse me but would someone care to explain what is so interesting about my car?" Not that she was really all that upset. Actually she was quite willing to preen about it. Still to be cool it was best to seem upset about it.

"Huh? Yeah right chickie this is not a girly car. Only a manly man would be able to handle a beast such as this." the jerk in question spoke with a Mexican style Latino accent. One of the newer guys in town. Rumor was there was a group of guys visiting from down south looking for drivers. She really had no interest at all in such things. Her goal was to eventually get into collage like her parents wanted. She was still debating on whether to go with engineering or cosmetology.

'Wait a minute' thought Melissa' where did the cosmetology bit come from? I want science major not bloody makeup! This being a girl is affecting my brain!' with a new silent vow to bury Melissa in the back yard under cement she shook her head and pulled out the keys to the FD.

"Wait a minute girlie. I said that this is not.." and the Latino stopped talking as she unlocked and opened the door to the FD. She turned to look at him with a smug smile that disappeared as she saw Brandy and the gang exit the restaurant at that moment. With a frown she made to get into the car but was stopped as one of the local guys, John, ran up to the car.

"Stop!" he was huffing as he reached her." Please don't go yet. I wanted to say your driving last night was like amazing!" He looked up to her face with such admiration and something else in his eyes it stopped her. She couldn't say what exactly stopped her but something about it did.

"Uhm thanks."She said as she used a finger to put a stray hair back behind her ears.

"Wait a minute. Yonny you say this gringo chickie is the driver from last night. You insane man! No chickie drive like that!"

"Sancha for the last time my name is John! Not Yonny not Johnny. John! And yes this beautiful creature is indeed the driver from last night. I caught her on video so I should know. She is even more beautiful in person!"

"Wait! What you caught me on video? But how the windows are tinted and it was like dark!"

"Yeah.. I kinda spent some time boosting the gamma and brightness of the video to make you out. I... didn't get much sleep last night. Uhm sorry." John said. It kinda freaked her out that this guy was so intent on her it almost felt like a stalker and it kinda worried her.

"What's yer name lil lady?" as the man with the thick Texan style accent.

"Bob her name is Melissa Ash. She is the daughter of that local machinist with the weird hobby." Brandy stated as she got closer. Murmurs arose at this announcement and whispered conversations took place all around Melissa. Melissa for her part stood there with a slightly shocked look on her face as all these whispers came about her. She knew that everyone would forever be under the impression she was Pete's daughter from now on.

"Well Ms. Ash. The names Bob Mackie and this here is my teammate Sanches Elta Dela ..uh.. Sorry Sancha but I forget the rest."

"Well Chicka just call me Sancha. My nan has this thing about ma heritage. Sancha is easier and less insulting." He winked at her.

"Uh yeah... anyways like I was saying I'm Bob. I was in the golf while Sancha was in the Supra."

"Oh! You were the two slowpokes last night! Sorry about that but you were going so slow my baby was getting all antzy. I didn't mean to butt in on your race."

The two new guys Bob and Sancha stood there with their mouths open. They had been giving it there all last night, far more than they had needed before at other races and this wisp of a girl who could be no more than 16 tops said they were slow! Bob was the first to recover as it seemed Sancha had taken a fatal blow to his inflated ego.

"Uh well we were kinda wondering if you could perhaps maybe try that again and show us what you have for an engine in this FD of yours."

"Oh sorry guys but she is hurt at the moment. Petey and I have to check her over as see what the problem is. Nothing major I think but my baby wont run the road unless she is in form."

This was not what they had wanted to hear. At least those who could understand what she meant. The girls just shook their heads while the guys, almost to a one, just nodded.

"Wait a minute! How do we even know she can drive at all? I mean look at her! While she may be a fine example of womanly flesh she doesn't look the type to be able to drive much less drift! I say she prove it!" This was from the town bully Jack Norman. Jack had long been a thorn in Jason's side. Jason being smaller than most of the boys his age made him a natural target for bullies like Jack. He had one small mixup once with the guy ending with him in a trash can but that was the most. Usually it was trips or slams into lockers. Jack did however have a group of sorts. Jack's groupies immediately agreed with him which got the others going before she could decline.

"I'm not here to race anyone and especially not with the FD!" Melissa said loudly enough to override the others. There was no way in hell she was gonna let them force her to hurt her baby!

"Chicka you can use my car!" Sancha said to her while he tossed her the keys which she caught out of reflex.

"Sancha! Are you out of your mind!" Bob almost yelled at him.

"Nah! I got the idea she can. This lot is big enough for a few good spins. What you say Melissa? Can you drive or you just covering for your boyfriend!"

That did it! Melissa locked the FD and closed the door. She looked around and spotted the Supra on the edge of the lot. The supra was obviously done up to be a clone car from the first fast and furious movie. As she approached she hit the key fob that popped open the door. The inside was all leather which meant her thighs would glue to the seat. She groaned openly about this but was still far to upset at these assholes to let it deter her. Sancha got into the passenger side as she was still adjusting the seat and mirrors to her satisfaction. Sancha was a bigger man that she was.

The supra had a 5 speed setup that was similar to what she had in the FD. She suspected that the car also had a Tremec in it. The shifter was a little sloppy from use while her FD was still fairly crispy. Changing gears would probably be a breeze. The clutch however was harder to press than the FD. Not a lot but still some. She pressed it in and out a few times to get a feel for it. She tested the brake pedal the same way.

The engine fired up quickly enough with a loud hum to it. She knew that the car had a tuned exhaust if a bit loud with the stupid coffee can muffler on the back making it sound like it had far more horse power than it probably did. She reved it up and down a few times to get a feel. It seemed off just a bit to her ears.

Melissa checked the guages seeing that the engine was already at operating temperature. With a deep breath she put the Supra into first and released the clutch.

And promptly stalled the car as it jerked forward. Sancha in the passenger seat snickered at her while the boys in the parking lot were openly laughing at her. This made her nervous. Melissa tried a few times to get used to the Supra but something seemed off to her and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get a proper feel for the car. She would skid or spin out when she tried to drift or she stalled the car. Sancha in the passenger seat was openly laughing at her attempts to drive the car.

It was a pathetic performance causing Melissa to blush horribly as she drove the car to the back of the FD. Some of the boys were whooping it up and a few of the girls were laughing pretty hard themselves. Melissa felt herself get angry. Not mad angry but more determined. As the car came to a stop behind the FD with a pop as the engine died Sancha got out shaking his head. Melissa still had the keys in her hand as she stepped out of the car popping open the hood on the Supra as she did so. She wanted to find out what was throwing her so off her game.

Most of the guys ignored her as they crowded around Sancha to hear the details of the attempt so they failed to see Melissa reach into the trunk of the FD for a Small plastic tool box. Melissa brought this over to the Supra opening the hood with one hand. John noticed her and wondered what she was up to as she pulled a small flat screen out of it's styrofoam box and hooked it and the previously unused cable up to the still idling Supra. She bent over the small screen as he watched checking something.

The crowd finally noticed something when she reached over into the engine bay and pulled on the throttle bracket causing the engine to rev up and down as she starred intently on the little screen. When Melissa found what she was looking for she reached into her tool box and removed a long flexible screwdriver of a sorts putting on an end from a little rubber holder. With the tool she reached over the still running engine her shorts showing off her tight but shapely rear to perfection.

The men had already stopped talking while the girls stared at this slip of a girl. They all knew that she looked quite sexy bent over the engine bay as she adjusted something. She didn't even remove herself from under the hood as she put the screwdriver thing back and picked up the tablet thing again. More revs were heard but only Sancha noticed that the engine sounded better. Nodding to herself Melissa left the Supra idling while she reduced the idle just a tiny bit with yet another tool from her box. The Supra engine quieted down as it reached a peace of sorts.

Now smiling Melissa packed up her tools carefully and put they all gently and lovingly back into the plastic tool box in a special order known only to her. With that done she returned the box to the trunk space of the FD. The FD did not have a cd player like the Supra had as neither Pete nor Melissa ever saw a reason to replace the stock radio with anything else.

Closing the trunk or hatch of the FD gently but firmly one could not even see the toolbox through the large back window. Melissa returned to the Supra and silently buckled herself into the Supra for what she considered the real run. She instantly felt the difference of the car as the engine purred for her.

Pete, Nicholas, and Mark had all exited Smitty's by this point and has witnessed a sexy looking Melissa perform something on a car. It was virtually unheard of for a girl to be knowledgeable about cars to begin with to find one that could fix a car without thinking and a manual was like a dream for many guys. Indeed as Pete looked to the boys staring openly at Melissa as she settled into the Toyota he noticed that a number of the boys were sporting noticable bulges. One of two had their mouths open.

Pete also noticed that a girl with a baby was scowling at Melissa as she held her baby on one hip. From the looks this girl was giving Melissa she knew that the girl openly hated Melissa for what she had done. The other trampily dressed girls who were with her were also sporting frowns except the one with the baby bag. She was looking a little on the pale side.

Melissa was of course complete unaware of what her actions had done as she searched the Supra's glove box for a cd she could listen too. Much of what Sancha's taste ran to were of the Latino pop/rap style. No surprise there really. She did find a cd for classical Beethoven but that was not really driving music. She finally found something that she could possibly drive too. Soundtracks were not normally her preference but sometimes you lucked out.

She inserted the cd and inspected the track listing. She nibbled on the inside of her bottom lip as she read the track listing and switched through the songs. She finally chose one she liked. She put the cd for Bleech back into the glove compartment and closed it as the opening tunes to the Swan song began to play. As she listened she turned up the volume.

Pete standing back still heard the telltail sounds of a hard rock sound track playing over the smooth revs of the 4 cylinder engine and immediately knew what was going to happen as he saw the pigtailed little girl start to jump in the seat. He got two steps before the tires of the Supra peeled out in reverse.

Sancha watched the girl who couldn't drive change into something he started to get scared of. His lusting thoughts of a few moments before gone replaced with fear not for his car but of something more as his car changed from a racer to a monster. He could almost feel the engine revs on his bones as the smoke billowed out of the rear of his car and it had not even gone more than 30 feet from yet.

John was ecstatically in love. It was her! The girl of his dreams! Not only could she fix cars she could drive. He completely failed to notice as his emotions overcame him as he exploded into his shorts soaking the front of his pants before he passed out on to the pavement. The old biker dude running towards him was the last thing he saw before erotic dreams of a scatily clad Melissa in a skimpy white wedding dress overcame him.

Brandy was crying opening as was her daughter. Melissa was way out of her league to compete with.

The Supra completed it's reverse turn Melissa changed gears back to first and let the baby play. The front end of the car was not even at rest before the rear tires had changed direction trying to push the rear moving car forward. The baby was not even a close copy of the monster for power but it did have some power. The tremec shifted smoothly as she thought it would.

The Supra it seemed did not want to drive in a straight line so with a tiny shrug she cranked the wheel so that the front wheels were pointed to the left as the car went down the narrow space of the cars parked for the restaurant. The front and rear of the car a good 3 feet from either without moving in any direction but sideways glided down the space. With an annoyance Melissa shifted down a gear without touching the clutch pedal simply by letting go of the gas pedal for a moment. The front wheels started the turn as the car swung almost 180 degrees long before the 2007 Chevy half ton with the cement covered wheelbarrow even cleared the parked Sunfire at the end of the row.

Samuel at the steering wheel of the bosses truck saw the fast oncoming Toyota wheels billowing smoke directly at him. In a moment he accelerated while he felt the rear of his pants filling up. He had no idea how but the out of control car did not hit his bosses truck. The post did as he plowed straight into it. His last few moments before the airbag clouded his vision with white was that the car must be a ghost or something and he was so fired.

Pete watched in horrible slow motion as the Supra changed direction without slowing down and passed the Chevy by mere millimeters. Time sped up, along with heart rate, as he watched the front of the Chevy drive straight into he cement lamppost. Plastic, glass flying while bumper disappeared into the front of Barkmen's Concrete Works truck. Pete wondered how Guy was gonna take the news.

Clear of the annoyance Melissa smiled as she put the pedal of the Supra to the floor and let the baby loose to play. The Supra responded just like she thought it should shifting smoothly and evenly without the need of the clutch as she put the car through it's paces. The suspension was nothing like the FD nor was the Nissan DOHC anywhere near the torque or power of the monster. Still it was a fun toy to drive around in.

Melissa played at making some circles and a figure eight of blacks before she did some reverse drifts back and forth a few times until she felt a shift in the rear signalling that the tires had reached their limits and she had to let the baby down from its high rev. She did so gently so as to not spin a bearing or ruin the engine. With the car now at a straight line drive more inline with the speed limit of the parking lot Melissa returned the car back to where everyone else was. She would have to tell Sancha that the car needed to get an upgraded radiator as it was already running far to hot for such a short play. The rear suspension would need stiffer springs and heavier thicker tires to handle it.

As Melissa drove up she could see that the truck had smashed into a pole and wonder how people could get a license if they could not even drive. The closer she got she saw two people helping a shaken driver out of the truck while it seemed that most of the restaurant staff had come out and were straining to see who was making such a fuss. Melissa hung her head as she knew she was surely in trouble.

In the parking lot there was too many people who were not giving her a lot of room to park the Supra into the spot where Sancha had first let her move it from. The baby spoke and she dropped into first with some gas enough to swing the rear of the car the rest of the 90 degrees needed to get inline with parking spot before hitting the brake pedal. The car stopped perfectly inline and glided into it's spot. Her foot was on the clutch as she turned off the key before she hit the brake pedal one last time. With the car in neutral she pulled the leaver for the parking brake into place and collected her purse.

Melissa got out of the Supra keeping her knees together as she did so without thinking. She also slung the purse over her shoulder like she had been doing it all her life. As she stepped out from between the cars she saw everyone was staring silently at her except for Nicholas who was almost glowing with pride. Pete was just shaking his head with this stupid grin on his face. Mark was down on the ground over a John who seemed to have pissed his pants. Melissa felt awful for scaring the poor guy when she parked the car but it seemed like everyone wanted to get in the way.

Still everyone was staring at her with open mouths or wide eyes making her feel incredibly small. Blushing furiously from all the anger not yet unleashed upon her she quickly ran up to Sancha, handed him his keys, and ran to the side of the FD. She did not remember but the keys to the FD were in her hand and then the lock before she knew it. The door swung open allowing her to dive into the back seat and hide from everyone. She pulled the door behind her as she settled into the back seat from all the prying eyes. Tears overcame her as she sobbed openly in the car silent to those outside.

"Pete?" Asked Nicholas to the empty air around him.

"Yeah Nick?" Pete answered in the forbidden nickname.

"Where the hell did your daughter learn to drive like that?"

"I have no fuckin idea."

"Your gonna be grey in no time with a teenaged daughter like that."

"I know. I can feel the greys already coming in."

"Bit of a shyness I see."

"Yep probably in the back seat again. I have no idea how she even gets into that spot."

"Well girls are more flexible than guys."

"Uh yeah.." Pete shamefaced moved forward to rescue Melissa, Nicholas right behind him. This seemed to unfreeze the crowd as each and every person proceeded to shout or talk very loudly about the amazing sight they had all just witnessed. Only Brandy was openly sobbing on the shoulder of her sister Melony while the baby gurgled away.

When Pete opened the door to the FD both he and Nicholas heard the heart renching sobs coming from the back seat.

"Melissa honey.."Nicholas began before Pete cut him off as a hand snaked out with the keys to the FD from the back of the passenger side seat.

"Follow." was all Pete said before she stepped into the drivers seat of the FD and closed the door. He knew that Melissa was far to upset to reason with especially in the crowd outside of Smitty's. As the FD started up Melissa's crys of anguish turned to smaller sobs. The more the engine ran the more the vibrations soothed her. Pete couldn't but help to think of how this worked with little kids soothing them even before they knew it. He did wonder how future parents would deal with this as the cars became electric and no longer had the hum of an engine to put children to sleep.

Pete slowly backed the FD out of it's parking spot forcing people to move as he did so. Some were already stepping back with respect. Others were still far to stunned by the events of the day to do more than follow the person beside them like sheep. Getting out of the parking lot proved difficult as many were excitedly talking and waving arms while others were making their way out towards where Melissa had done donuts and stuff. Pete looked back as he pulled the FD onto main street and saw Melissa was snoring away in the back seat. How she could do so in such a small space was beyond him.

Back at the Van people were milling around with comments such as " Oh my god that girl can drive!" Or " Can you believe it she is like the goddess or something." Not all were nice comments as that though. Some such as " Shameful behavior for a cute girl. She'll never get a husband acting like that." One small girl even got excited over seeing an older girl act so different." Momma I wanna be like her when I grow up." Mark smiled at that one but her mother's response wasn't the best."Helen so help me god if you ever set foot near the driver's seat of a car I'll spank you so hard you wont sit of a year." The sniffled "Yes Momma" of a dejected girl was a little hard for Mark to take as his Nikki side wanted to badly go up and smack the mother.

Nicholas and Mark had a bit more trouble getting the Van out of the lot that Pete did. When they did Nicholas at the wheel was still smiling a little grin. The two started to talk about how such a slip of a girl could be so different than many of the girls they had both known growing up. Nicholas admitted to having taken an interest in this drift thing after the sounds of smell they had both seen earlier. Both men knew that each would look at what drifting was if for different reasons.

Pete arrived at the shop after running the FD slowly over the streets, once with the ignition off to locate the source of the sound in the rear. So it was not really a surprise to see the van just drive up as Pete was unlocking the metal side door of the shop. The FD was idling but inline with the double metal door to be driven onto the cement section of the floor.

Nicholas parked the van near the grass verge on the edge of the graveled parking lot. Both he and Mark got out as Pete pulled the FD into place with no sign of Melissa in evidence. They both followed the car in then waited as Pete climbed out of the FD before he walked over to the passenger side of the car. Curious Nicholas and Mark followed and wondered what Pete was up to as he pulled the passenger seat forward. Nicholas clued in first and rushed forward to help Pete remove the still asleep Melissa from out of the back seat floor. Even in sleep Melissa looked like a cute angel.

They helped Pete carry his daughter across the shop into the old office and put her into the old wooden chair a blanket laid on her as she snoozed away. Pete looked fondly at his daughter hiding the small tear of Petra's before turning and shoeing the others out of the office as he closed the door as best as he could. The old wooden door had not been able to close in years. He reminded himself to once again to get someone to adjust the door so it would close. And just as normal he forgot about it as the source of a problem on the FD took precedence in his head.

Pete started to order the two older gentlemen around as to what he needed and from where as his mind got started on the problem of the FD. Nicholas realized that his dress shirt and pants would best be put away in the van. Mark having no clue about cars was actually kind of eager to help as best he could even if it meant running to get tools of one sort or another.

Sancha back at the parking lot exited the rather busy mens room in Smitty's. Apparently he wasn't the only guy to get a raging hard on at the site of the cute little chicka working on his car. He was surprised he had just watched the slip of a cute girl, Bob on the other hand asked him why he hadn't stopped her and he still had no real answer. He exited the restaurant and walked to the Supra. He was not surprised at all to see that the back tire was slowly getting flat nor that some of the white nylon threads were showing on the tire.

That girl had driven his baby hard. Far harder than he had and he had been drifting for 10 years already. He was shocked how she had gone from a total klutz to well that. He still had no way to describe her except as a super hot girl he desperately wanted to marry. Their kids would be wonderful and he was sure he could... No to be honest with himself he was fairly sure that anyone as wild as that could never be controlled by any one man. His nana had once spoke to him about juju or auras as the crazy mericans called it. He had laughed it off but that girl had something. She just glowed as watched her click with the car after she had got into it.

Sancha popped the hood on the Supra and started the engine. The engine was still near hot as he got it started. With the hood open he listened to the engine and realized that she had tuned the engine to near perfect in a very short amount of time. Eric his mechanic back at the trailer would have taken nearly an hour to tune it in and he was one of the best. With loads of equipment to help him. Yet that girl had simply driven the car for a bit stalling it more than once then made an adjustment or two with a tiny handheld screen and it purred. If the tires were in better condition he would have loved to take it out for a spin. Sighing he pulled out his cell phone and phoned back to Pecker to bring the van with a spare set of tires. Tonight he would hit the pass and see how well she performed. Somehow he had the feeling his time would drop.

Back at the shop Nicholas had used the washroom to change out of his suit into something he didn't mind getting a little dirty. It was an older pair of dress pants and a golf sweater. Pete had given him one of his railroad coveralls to wear as he helped to remove the FD's rear tires to put on the triangle stands in the front and rear of the car to raise the car off the floor so he could get underneath.

While they worked on the car getting it up into the air Nicholas broached a subject he was sure his daughter was not ready to hear.

"Pete you know your gonna need a shot gun now don't you?"

"What?" Pete got out before he grunted as he got the the stand into place.

"The boys." Hoping he would clue in.

"What about them?"

"Melissa is a boys wet dream. They are going to seek her out. They are probably on their way here now."

"Fuck them! Have you got that stand in place. Oh here let me get that. You found the 3/4 deep impact yet Mark?"

"I think so. Is this it?"

"No that's a 3/4 deep for a 3/8's. Never mind I can use this bar to tighten the bolts. And that is called an air ratchet not an impact gun." Pete then ignored both of them as he heaved on the old cross iron to tighten the nuts onto the studs. The FD was now a good 3 feet off the ground. He directed Mark and Nicholas to move the 16 x 16 blocks of stained wood back into the corner so he could crawl underneath the car on the much stained flattened cardboard.

He had just gotten underneath where Mark passed him the Led trouble light when the first of the loud mufflered tuner cars showed up outside. It was soon followed by another and then even more. Nicholas opened the metal door to look outside and found the small gravel lot filling up with flashy painted cars with wings and noisy radios. He closed the door and looked at the deadbolt wondering if it would be a good idea.

"You sure you don't have a shotgun?" Nicholas asked the pair of legs under the FD.

"HA! Found it! Damn it to hell. The friggin weld broke!"

Excuse me?

Oh common you left me in peace for months why now?

I don't care how hungry you are that's not my problem!

Hey leave that table alone I just spent...no no no ARGGGGG!!!

Melissa was running from the noisy cars with the monster mouths. They were trying to get her baby. A baby she was busy trying to breastfeed.

Suddenly each of the two cars attached themselves to her hands belching out hot exhaust and awful techno funk music they trapped her.

Just as one of them reached for her baby she felt ...

Melissa opened her eyes slowly. That was one awful dream.

Weird though how would she even dream of such a thing? She was really a he named Jason. There was no way he could ever have a baby..

A small noise from his chest made him look down. Under a blanked of coats a tiny figure moved. It's ultra tiny fingers and thumb left it's mouth as the forgotten pacifier slowly went further down in between the mounds of her breasts. As if by instinct the tiny little bundle of job slowly moved it's tiny mouth towards where her nipples were and slobbered all over her borrowed top.

Looking up she tried to move her hands but they were under something warm as well. Looking down to her right was Brandy's sister Melony fully asleep using her right hand and arm as a pillow. To her left was Brandy doing the exact same thing. It took her a bit to move either hand out from the two girls. They both stayed dead to the world.

Although Melissa didn't know it. The baby usually stayed up most nights and had recently gotten over a bad case of colic. Both girls, and both the rather happy and unhappy, grandparents were getting a full nights much needed sleep. Brandy's parents thought of the whole ordeal as sweet revenge for the first three days. Then it just became annoying as they tried to get the poor baby girl to sleep. Actually Brandy's father had spent a few hours searching for a modern manufacture of a chastity belt for Melony. He wanted to make sure the girl had left the house before she had her first kid.

With her hands free Melissa looked down to see that both of her hands now sported frenched manicured nail polish with tiny little designs on them. Both were nicely oval. Even though it was her fingers and nails, she could tell after Nikki's false nails the day before, she still couldn't believe they looks so long and natural. Indeed the pushing up of the cuticles had made the nails look even longer. Of course Melissa had been completely passed out in the chair and had no idea that they had pushed up her cuticles.

Both girls and herself were under a pile of coats to keep them warm. Where the coats had come from she had no idea. Trying to detangle oneself from a pile of coats, behind an old desk in a surprisingly comfortable solid oak chair that tilted back, with a baby, was a surprisingly new and moving experience. Melissa couldn't say why or how she knew how to hold the sleeping little girl in the crook of her arm or how to move coats at same time but she did. On a level this bothered her. The little girl just snuggled in after she dug they pacifier out from her cleavage and put it back into the questing mouth.

She should have just left the baby with her mother or aunt, both passed out across the desk where they had been doing her nail. She didn't though she just grabbed the sleeping girl and kinda carried with both arms slightly jiggling as she walked into the back of the old shop.

The back of the shop looked like a train wreck of odd parts, masses of hastily draw paper diagrams of who knows what, bits of different metals heaped here there and everywhere. Tools galore, indeed she was fairly sure there was far more tools scattered around than Pete had ever owned. Added to this mess was different springs, shocks, and even some rims and tires. Last but not least, there was a large amount of beer bottles, and a veritable ton of plastic cups and at least eight empty or mostly empty pop bottles, some of which didn't look like they had contained pop for some time. She knew a bottle of everclear when she saw one. Great paint stripper and fuel additive. Bad for hangovers.

Melissa walked up to the FD. It now sported a couple of stickers on the rear side windows. But that wasn't what she felt. Something was different on the car. Shifting the baby in her arms over she freed her right hand and ran it lovingly over the car. Something was different. She couldn't put it in words. It was like the car, even not running, hummed differently.

While the car was still very much her car it was like it was a new and totally different car at the same time. At the front of the car to one side against the wall was what looked to be her old rear suspension. She could see where the one weld had snapped. She jerked her head around. Her car was on the ground sitting level. Yet her suspension was out. What did she have instead?

Walking along the side she noticed on the bench was the one can of paint they had for minor touchups. Getting actual enamel for the car had been a pain. When they had retrofitted the engine into the compartment they had had to reshape the hump at the firewall as well as some frame work. It had been painted and looked to be original but wasn't. This was the same paint. Someone had done something. Moving the baby to her hip she wanted badly to look under the rear of the car to see what had been done.

There wasn't enough light to do that in the old part of the shop. She stepped into the new part to grab a trouble light and found a sea of old crates on the floor, the heat on, with snoring boys all over. From the snores of one particularly dirty she knew it was the snores of someone not yet awake enough to feel a really bad hangover.

The baby decided at that point to let out a little gurlgel hut hut. This was followed by a very fine light smell. Either the baby had just farted or had pooped her diaper. Neither of which Melissa wanted anything to do with. It was not the biggest sound but more than a few figures moved on the floor. Yeah some people were gonna have really bad hangovers. She grinned it was an experience she had exactly once. Everclear went down smooth as silk but it's kickback was horrible.

The baby was starting to fuss a bit in her arm so she moved it back to both arms. Passing by the old metal shop doors she peered out the dirty grimy window. The parking lot was full. Opening the door while shielding her eyes she peered out. Nick's van looked to have both of them in coveralls of some sort and very dirty. It looked like Nick was missing some hair but she wasn't sure. Both were snoring mounts wide open and perhaps drooling. All around the lot was arms and legs sticking out of windows. No doubt feeding an army of now drunk mosquitoes.

Shaking her head while grinning she slowly made her way back to the front to get the girls. There was going to be a very large crowd of men with killer headaches. She was sorely tempted to wake up the baby girl and let her ear piercing cry make them pay. But she relented.

Melissa carefully placed the fitfully sleeping baby girl ontop of the pile of coats on the desk so that she couldn't roll off and prodded the mounds of Brandy and Melony. They both moaned and moved deeper under the coats. It was a moan she herself had made far to many times. The "I'm awake but don't want to move" moan. All she had to do was wait. The little girl on the other had started to move arms and legs and made "the face" and then gurgled happily.

Melissa hadn't been around too many babies growing up but that was one face she knew. This was now a baby in need of a change. With a sigh she looked around for Melony's bag. She spotted it buried under the desk and reached for it. Inside was the usual, baby wipes, diapers, plastic panties for the one dress in the bag. What was it with mothers. If it was a girl they had to have dresses. Was it like some unwritten rule?

Standing up with a diaper, the wipes and some cream she wasn't sure was needed she looked at the baby girl in her, well it was like a snowsuit that covered everything but at the moment her mind totally blanked on the name. Then again she realized that she was ready to change the diaper on a baby. A diaper change that she had never ever done before.

"Here let me!" a yawning Brandy moved to do it. She guessed the shock of actually changing a diaper had shown on her face. She watched intently as Brandy defly removed the jumper and it's hidden buttons exposing the cloth wrapped plastic diaper. Inside the rather ingenious folds and pins was a more normal plastic disposable diaper. Two velco type tabs and it exposed a rather nasty smelling messy. One the baby happily wigged her little feet in as Brandy removed it.

Brandy used the wipes so fast to clean the little girl. In a very weird way this was the closest she had every been to a vagina and she was kinda fascinated. Of course the girl decided that as soon as she was clean she needed to pee as well so out came this dribble of pee causing Brandy to wipe up some more then tickle the little girl making those goo goo noises all women seem to do automatically. She just hoped whosever jacket that was underneath didn't mind the small damp spot. Melony, now assuming her role, just put the discards into a bag specially kept for that purpose.

The happily giggling girl was trying to twist while her diaper was put on after some ointment in her tiny labia was on. The plastic panties from the bag were put on her along with some tiny lace socks and her tiny dress. The jumper didn't look dirty but she guessed it must be. That and she now knew why dresses were put on daughters. They were a lot less complicated to put on.

From an unknown pocket on the bag a bottle was extracted with some formula in it. Melony put this under her armpit. She could only guess this was to warm it up. Armpits were one of the best ways to warm something up. The next being around one's privates. While she would have been quite happy to see the difference between the baby's vagina and a grown girl's she didn't think it would be appropriate.

At some unknown point Brandy took the now warm bottle and put it into the little girl's very hungry mouth. She sucked hungrily on it. It was so precious to watch. She could almost feel a connection to this tiny spec of life. Worse she couldn't wait to have her own. She stopped thinking at that point as it wasn't the way it should be.

"Where's the boys?" Brandy asked her.

Shaking herself from her troubled thoughts Melissa answered" Oh passed out here and there all with hangovers. Everclear."

"Ouch" Both Brandy and Melony winched in memories of their own experiences probably.

"Right." Brandy obviously was the take charge type as she said" We will need some strong coffee and bottled water from Marg at the corner cafe. Better yet. Mel you go to extra foods for the water and oranges. Melissa and I will get the coffee."

Melissa didn't want to go anywhere. Why was it suddenly her responsibility to take care of the drunks? She was about to voice her preference but Brandy beat her to the punch.

"Get used to it huh. This isn't the city. Here a woman's place is to take of these louses." Brandy and Melony were already getting up, purses on their shoulders. The bottle had apparently been emptied and put away as the baby girl was asleep again. Melissa realized she had no idea where her purse was. She was not used to having one. Stupid things. Probably in the Fd still.

She could have stomped all the way to the FD. She should have stomped. But she didn't. She got there and realized that her purse wasn't there either. Not sure where her purse was she wondered about it for a bit then remembered that Pete may have taken it. Knowing Pete it was probably in that one stuck drawer of the desk that was a pain to open. Probably why he kept the lockbox in it. It wasn't locked, nothing on the old desk locked anymore, it was just really hard to open unless you knew exactly what to do.

Grabbing the bar from under the desk she put in, not next to the drawer as that just jammed it, but into the one crack up top and pressed in. Pete had tried to explain how this unjammed it once. She didn't get it then and still didn't. It just worked. Inside was her purse, as an afterthought she opened the lockbox and took out some looneys and twoonies to pay for the coffee. Coffee that she still wanted no part in actually getting.

"He doesn't keep much in there does he?" Brandy said near her ear. This caused her to jump at the surprise.

"You scared the daylights out of me!" Why her hand was over her heart she didn't know. She didn't put it there. Dropping it she put away the bar and lockbox.

"Naw. Most people pay by interact nowadays. No point in keeping anything beyond a few loose change for coffee."

"Why not use the safe?" Melony asked. It was a valid question. Grinning from ear to ear Melissa replied.

"Nobody knows the combination."

The girls were all still laughing as they walked out the front door of the shop. Melony handed the bag over to Brandy, just in case, and took out her wallet then headed off to the Extra foods. Extra foods, had years ago, been Lucky Dollar Foods. Lucky Dollar Foods had been around for at least two decades in an already old building. It had, at one point, had a decaying and spongy floor in a few spots. It was the 'original mall' of the town long before Clearview Mall had opened up in the 80's.

When Extra foods took over they demolished half the old mall and built a new store in it's place. Rumors abounded about why but nobody knew for sure. Of the old mall itself the restaurant, jewelry store, and cigar shop still operated out of it. Although the cigar shop sold more magazines and cards than anything else. It did still sell cigars just not any other tobacco. Cigars were a regular purchase for new fathers in the area.

Brandy confidently walked in front of Melissa by about half a foot. Melissa wanted to duck under any rock as being out about town as a girl was still something she didn't want to be doing. To act out of place, though, would attract too much attention so she put on a smile and braved it. The leers some of the older men gave her and Brandy were slimy at best. Brandy seemed used to it and ignored it completely.

As Jason she had never seen this either. Why were these men so intent on two girls? It was like they were undressing her and sizing up how good she would be in bed or .. better to not go there. Shuddering a little she docilely followed Brandy to the corner cafe.

The Corner Cafe, as it was actually named, had at one time been a general store. The very front of the store had this catwalk area covered by a slanting tin roof. This was held up by squared wooden posts. She was told at one time this was "hand hewn timbers" whatever the hell that meant. There was a small railing of yet more wood all painted white. The outside of the building had been around a long long time. There was even a plaque in bronze explaining how it was the old general store yadda yadda yadda. It's amazing how they can bore the pants off someone.

The inside was much more modern. Tables all around,no booths. Antique looking metal chairs surrounded tables that, depending on the day, were either plain old tops or covered with white lace and candles. She had, again been told and not cared a wink, that the tops of the tables were made of wood that used to be shelving in the old store.

The big draw to her and Brandy stood behind the stainless steel counter at moment reading from a magazine. Marg was a mixed heritage lady of middle age. She had wanted to ask, multiple times, just what her real age was but never did. She had that slightly darker than white skin color that spoke of not just wasp history and her red hair had a curl to it that made one think of the naturally tight curls of someone of african history. It's wasn't as tight as those but there was a tight curl.

Other than that she really didn't stand out. Average height of five six, not skinny nor pudgy, voice was average. Face well nice but not supermodel. Heck Melissa had a better bust than Marg. What really made people remember her was her friendly demeanor and how she just always seemed to know who you were and what you needed. Whether it was chocolate fondu, blueberry pancakes, or a simple burger and fries.

"Hey Brandy! And you must be Pete's daughter Melissa." She was really gonna have to do something about that.

"Hey Marg! The boys were working on Melissa's boyfriend's car and they opened a bottle..."Brandy started.

"And they all got huge hangovers because of it. Serves them boys right. So little Jason Haywood is your boyfriend huh? Makes sense. I don't think he would let just anyone drive that car. He is so protective of it. I guess your minding things while he is away with the fam visiting Megan huh?" Marg was already putting a large takeaway thermos of black coffee on the counter with a bag of cups and whatnot beside it. How she knew exactly what to have on hand was a mystery to her. Wait what? Melissa raised her hand to object.

" I know right! I mean at school he drives and parks the car away from any other car! He has a hard time driving it. While his girl Melissa here..."

"She is the unofficial Drift Queen as she drives the car to it's limit and just blows people away. Yeah the boys couldn't stop talking about the cute redhead yesterday morning. Poor John has already been by. I swear that guy's head is in the clouds. I mean common Melissa your what 16? Poor John is all talking about marriage and kids and whatnot. Here you girls go. $10.84"

Melissa's mouth was halfway open. How did things go from bad to worse! Now she was her own girlfriend and two years younger to boot!

"Well don't just stand there. Pay the girl!" Brandy spoke.

Why she paid and didn't make a scene was beyond her. As the two girls walked back, Melissa holding the large warm thermos, she kept wondering why she didn't say anything. Brandy, of course, was trying to drag information out of Melissa. She had, and she was still puzzled as to how, had this idea that Jason had met her while they were working on the car. It was this coy and shy routine that had somehow gotten Jason infatuated with her. She asked what the first kiss was like and all Melissa could do was get red in the face from anger but didn't say anything. However Brandy took this as a blush instead and joked "Not telling huh? It's okay I wouldn't either we barely know each other."

By the time they got back to the shop Melony was already passing out bottles of water to feet and hands with the instruction to swallow it all down. Many sounds of retching could be heard. But the water would help, when they could get it down.

Nick and Mark were kinda walking funny like they were on ice but otherwise ran to help Melissa with the large thermos. They found Pete drinking from one of his special bottles. What exactly was in the bottle nobody knew for sure. An old Mennonite guy made them for those who had earned his respect. They tasted absolutely vile. However after you finished your hangover was gone. From the looks he was done about half the bottle.

"Hey Pete." She said as lightly as she could.

"Ugggg not so loud yet please.." he held his head in both hands before he took another gulp.

Just then the whole shop filled with the sound of the large old air compressor starting up. With both side doors open it was almost a comedy as just about every one of the men tried to bury their heads into anything handy. It was a good compressor. Pumped up fast and held pressure even for extended sand blasting. However it was as loud as a church bell. Melissa ran to the fuse box and pulled the old double fuse for the machine. Silence filled the shop with the occasional sobbing heard. She returned to Pete and put the fuse out of reach but where he could see it.

"Thanks. Should have done that last night." he whispered.

"No problem" she whispered back. Just then Brandy's little girl started to whimper and stir. Pete's eyes went wide and he scrambled for his wallet and pulled out some money.

"Here go shopping anything!" he croaked out. She was about to refuse but Nick had seen it already.

"Good idea as you need a new dress for tomorrow. Here take this you girls need other things." he didn't elaborate but Melissa knew exactly what he meant. He didn't want to appear to know too much. She didn't want to go near any dress store let alone actually buy one. She went close to Pete's ear.

"I'll get you for this Petra!" she whispered. Pete winched.

Lil Jaci stopped to cough yet more phlem up. Her nose was all stuffed and she was out of klenix. Heading to the bathroom she muttered as she walked.

"Stupid writing! Always run out of room before I can even get to the whole point of where I wanted."

Lil Dottie overheard this comment as her door was open and she was playing with her barbies on the ground. She was in a dress as close as she had to Princess Anna's.

"But I never have enough words to make a chapter." Dottie said with a frown.

huhh...

Why am I in front of the keyboard?

What??? I thought I got rid of you for good?

Coma...how is that my fault?

Brandy had her dad's old car. A 2006-9 charger. It was a clone of a "hemi" car. It really had a v6 under the hood. Yeah there was the little computer inside that you could program for better running by choosing some default limits. But really it was a V6 car! There really was only so much you could do with it!

Not that Melissa cared a wink as she sat in the back seat alternatively pouting and panicking. Prancing around here and there with Pete as a girl was one thing.

Going to a store for a dress with some real girls was a totally different issue.

"Look I don't really need a dress. Let's just go back and uh..." and what? Dive under a desk? Lock oneself in the tiny stinking bathroom? Actually that might not be a bad idea.

"Girl your dad gave you MONEY. To go SHOPPING!" Yes Brandy actually stressed those words. This was obviously supposed to be some code meaning spend the money. Even an idiot like Melissa could get that one. Just as obviously by her tone this meant that no matter what she was going 'Shoppin" as her mom and sister liked to say.

Hmm pity these back doors prevent opening at moving speed.

"Bran I think Elsie's is the best place." Melony decided all of a sudden. Who was Elsie's? Better question. What was Elsie's? Was it possible that it was a store that sold mens wear?

The though made a hint of a smile appear on Melissa's face. Of course while she was thinking that she had also missed Brandy's question and the look behind her. Probably explained what it was.

"See she thinks it's a good idea! To Elsie's then!" Wait what? Did I somehow just agree to go to some place I never heard of somehow? Is there a friggin manual for girl speak I should have read? Petra you are so dead when i get back!

The faux hemi charger with the taletail hood decal and scoop continued down the street oblivious to the looks of the man in the blue nissian 240z. Looking at the metallic blue 240 in the shade you wouldn't see much. Black rims with tiny tires tucked into what looked to be stock wheel wells.

As Brad pulled his pride and joy out of the shade of the old town mill however you could see that the car had ghost flames behind each wheel. Not much really but enough. Those in the know would know that this self appointed"drift king" had been trying to get that particular car. The wheels, stock 18'' steel wheels painted a metallic red to match the body color were technically "police" rims. In the early years of Chrysler's production of the charger for police vehicles they had stamped some heavy duty rims per police specification. When car owners started to ask for the rims they just stamped out more and sold them at a ridiculous price.

The police had, however 'asked' that Chrysler not do this. Thus while they looked the same the rims available now were made of thinner material. Thus a car that had the thicker police rims were much sought after. This particular car happened to also be a "hemi" car despite the ridiculous sxt on the back. Or so Brad thought.

Brad Wilson was of questionable intelligence. He raced for pink slips. The cars he won he would strip of the parts he wanted and then sell the depleted car. Sometimes back to the owner. His 240 was one of the best and fastest around. Despite what some of the idiots claimed happened at Smitty's yesterday. Or worse the rumor FD. That car and driver could NOT exist.

Brad smiled as he pulled behind the charger along with his two "friends" in there trucks. This was gonna be a good day.

Brandy parked the charger pulling in behind a Toyota of questionable shape since the license plate was held on with a bent coat hanger through the rust holes in the trunk. Since this was a common occurrence and any import older than 4 years nobody paid the least bit attention to it. Nor to the unknown shape in the car that watched Melissa with squinted eyes.

Melissa followed Brandy, Melony who carried the baby off one hip. The little girl was still out like a light having sorta woken up before the car ride and fallen asleep again once the car started. It's always amazing how the rumble of a car just poof and even the most colic babies go to sleep. Makes one wonder what parents will do with the quiet electric cars.

Elsie's was actually half consignment shop half retail store of custom dresses from some little known outfit down south. What that meant was Melissa was confronted with a plethora of dresses. From prom dresses, mostly 80's and 90's, square dance and other heritage dresses, she wasn't sure but one looked like a dutch one with some triangle white thing folded and pinned to it, to what can only be described as a country girl gingham dress. There was also some fancier dresses.

Melissa turned right around and tried to leave only to have her arm almost pulled out of it's socket as Brandy pulled her over to the fancy ones. Melony was already using one hand to sort through dresses that would look perfect on a flower girl, if she was 14 years old.

Somehow Melissa ended up in a changeroom in the back. In just her bra and panties waiting for the next dress to be passed over. The store owner, Elsie, was busy bouncing the baby girl whose name she learned was Jess. It might be short for Jessica but she wasn't sure as she was in a kind of daze having tried on four dresses that, apparently, didn't fit right.

She was passed another white lace dress with purple sash in satin. It had a back zip that Brandy helped her with. This one felt a little snug and she thought it was another to go back.

"Perfect!"

"Awesome some white heels and tights it will be good."

"Don't forget the starched had and lace gloves girls. Ms Burelle is a stickler for the old look."

"Right right.."

"But.." Melissa tried to put her opinion forth. As in no way in hell...

"There that's decided. Lets see how this one looks?"

This one was one of the gingham dresses Melissa dropped a shoulder and gave them all the look.

"Trust me nothing will make you a bonified country girl than this. We have some!"

Brandy and Melony looked at each other and turned to her with the puppy dog eyes..."Please!"

Forty minutes later Melissa walked out with two bags, containing dresses, tights, shoes, gloves, hat, some more lingerie, her shorts and top, and the shoes. She was wearing a black mini skirt that her mom would have freaked over had Megan ever worn something that short. The fusia, whatever that meant, top that didn't show too much with it's puffed short sleeves and modest neckline. At first it was something easier to change in and out of.

The only reason she wore it or even bought it was to shut Brandy and Melony up. Yes she looked hot in it. Yes it was "Perfect" for her. If she was trying to pick up a guy. Dates? Not a hope in hell! What was it with girls and clothes! And more importantly why was she smiling about it?

Melissa frowned and thought to herself 'Ive got to get out of this stuff and back into my own clothes!'. What she didn't notice was that the clothes she was holding felt more real to her.

"Well well if it isn't the skank Brandy and her sub Melony!" Sneered Brad.

"Piss off Brad I've told you before the answer is no!"

"I wasn't asking for a date."

"I know!"

Brad shifted his head and before anyone could react one of his henchmen made a big mistake. He took baby Jess from Melony. Of course the fast jerk woke up said baby who immediatly began to wail!. Oh come on you would too if you were jerked about violently from a nice comfy sleep!

"JESSICA!"

"You know where I'll be." with that Brad got into his car and roared off. His henchmen had already got to their running trucks and moved away. Including the wailing baby Jessica. Now anyone knows what an idiot guy and wail babies means in terms of headaches.

Melissa dropped her bags and was at a sobbing Brandy who was not even in the door of the car even though it was open. Gently she pulled the girl from the cold ground and got her more or less to sit on edge of the drivers seat.

"What does that ass want? Why would he take Jess?" she growled.

"He wants my dad's car in the worst way. I've no idea why."

" I don't follow."

Brandy continued to sob so Melony answered" The jerk thinks that he can take the car. He only races for pink slips. We have told him again and again it's not a hemi car. But he wont listen."

Melissa's face went blank. Anyone looking would know that this was a bad sign.

"Where does he race?"

"There is this old parkade for a building that never got built on the south side of town. There was supposed to be some government building so and so. It felt through for some reason. "

"A parkade?"

Yes it's like six levels or so, they race up and down. Since it's private property it doesn't fall under the speed limit laws. Without a reason the cops can't do much. It's been tried. Brad's place is in the basement part of it. It's where he strips the cars he wins. God knows where all the parts go!"

"Brandy move please" Melissa said in that tone that leaves no question it's not a request. Brandy moved into the back seat while Melony helped her along with Melissa's bags.

Melissa started the car and noticed that it was in bad need of a tuneup and sparkplugs. Or just a really good run of the engine. It idled roughly. Looking down she noticed the little screen and used her fingers to go through the options. Brandy was sobbing to much to notice but Melony was just staring.

This stranger girl who had never looked under the hood or driven the car was adjusting it manually. What was more surprising is that the engine sounded different just idling.

Satisfied Melissa put the car into drive noting that it was equipped with a manual shift transmission. It may not be the Tremec of her FD but it was still a Tremec if a smaller one. Yes it was automatic shift via the computer but it really was a manual transmission all said and done. It was standard in all the Chrysler hemi cars. Option on hemi trucks and regular cars. This one had one for some strange reason.

Anyone watching would have noticed that the car just seemed to come more alive than ever before. Certainly the shrouded figure in the rusty Toyota car did. After two other cars passed the Toyota moved out to follow the charger.

The drive to the parkade was not long. Melissa drove to the place without breaking the speed limit. Although the tires did smell a little. This was in part due to her having swerved a little from side to side while driving. Not much and unless you were looking for it you wouldn't have noticed. Brandy didn't, Melony didn't. The driver of the Toyota did.

The parkade didn't look like much from the outside. A big mass of concrete with holes in interesting patterns allowing ample airflow. To get to it you had to drive through the remnants of the construction fence. Said fence was kept locked except when cars were driving in such as tonight. It was not a nice place to be. On the positive there was an old ambulance parked outside with some medical supplies and the water system did work. However it was a muddy area with gravel leading to the entrance.

Melissa drove up to the gate and lowered the window.

The rather fat guy, formerly muscle when he was in highschool twenty years ago, waved them thru before Melissa could speak.

Derek remembered the good old days. He was the man in highschool. Just after highschool he had gotten busted by the cops for some weed and it ruined his life. He, of course, blamed it entirely on the police. After all he was "the man".

To make ends meet now he worked as a bouncer at the local bars and here at the gate. It was pay and helped him remember the good old days. That and a good hoot of weed helped a ton. Brad didn't care a wink that he smoked, the other places he worked at frowned upon it if he smoked at work. He didn't know why it didn't smell that much. Heck a regular cigarette smelled more!

He was just packing his pipe with a new dab when he heard it.

An engine that he had not heard for nearly twenty years but it was unmistakable! It couldn't be! Derek looked down at his weed. Maybe this stuff wasn't as good as he thought. When he looked up he saw it.

That white rusty looking Toyota. The 86 had virtually disappeared along with it's driver to legend almost twenty years ago. Yet here it was driving up to his booth. It couldn't be that car should have been nothing but a pile of dust by now. The 1986 Toyota Corolla had seen better days.

Unknown to most this particular Corolla was never really that rusted, it just looked that way. It's suspension and drive train had been upgraded to match the "japan only " model that made it a very sought after car in Japan for drifting. Technically the "modifications" were both stock and not stock. The fact the little dual ohc four cylinder was bored over, balanced to within insane tolerances with a custom fitted head from a different engine entirely would mean nothing to anyone but those in the know.

In simple terms it accelerated far faster than most cars and being a "balanced" car drove better especially around curves.

The owner had maintained it rather meticiously over the years while it was stored. Oil changed regularly, tires, and it got regular washings. some of the artfully spots on the trunk made to look like rust now actually were rust. However overall the car was still very sound. It's special little garage that looked like a half tipped over shed surrounded by overgrown shrubbery and trees went unnoticed for years being"in the bush". The inside of the garage would show people it wasn't abandoned by a long shot being built of steel and concrete. An interesting passive drain system kept the garage temperature at a dry twenty degrees Celsius. A few kids had, over the years, tried to break in but couldn't. So the 86 sat idle awaiting its turn to fly once again.

Then again so did it's driver.

Fox as she was known, mostly because the license plate said FOX 392, but also because on her face around her right eye was makeup in red that was in the shape of a foxes head. She had gotten the idea from a cartoon that had debuted in the 90s. A bit of hair coloring, some makeup and a judicious amount of padding, no longer needed, had given her a shape totally different from her normal one. Thus the perfect alter ego/ persona was born. One where she was free to fly around at speeds in the car.

Fox had made her debut by racing a few older muscle cars and beating them. Then she had started the drifting fad on the old road. Honestly when she stopped racing she had expected the fad to die out. It still surprised her that people still raced that way on the same old road.

What really had peaked her interest was when she received an anonymous text telling her that someone had not only broken her old record finally but did so in a red FD.

She had yet to see the FD but this girl she was following was bugging at her somehow. She had never seen the girl before but something about her just ....

Thus it had led her here to this old building were some of the less savory types she knew raced. When she rolled down her window, hand crank, she was surprised.

"Derek? Derek Chalmers is that you?"

Derek looked down at his pipe, the same pipe he had since highschool. She couldn't believe he still smoked that stuff.

"Yeah...Fox is it really you?"

"Yes Derek it's really..."

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" he exploded with tears in his eyes.

"Busy with life... uhm can you let me in?"

" Oh sure sure. Whatever you want Fox." and with that Derek let in the one woman he had always loved. However he found it strange just how much much she looked like that girl driving that hemi car.

"Couldn't be..." Derek shook his head then remembered his pipe and all thoughts about the two women escaped his mind as a haze formed in his brain and he remembered the good old days with a grin.

Melissa pulled up beside the 240 less than pleased with the car. The little stick, as she dubbed the engine, did okay but it wasn't right. She checked the menu again and found a listing for PT1. She remebered back to when they were working on the engine for the FD and she vaguely remembered Pete telling her that he had just finished rebuilding a piece of crap V6 for someone. Was it possible? But more to the point. Could he leave an engine alone stock?

She pressed the screen for PT1 and the Little stick sounded like a really old 1950's six at idle. But she could feel something. This wasn't the little stick anymore but more like the little monster. It didn't sound like it but it felt...right. Melissa just smiled.

Outside of the charger Brad and a number of his regulars noticed the cough and different sound of the charger. They all laughed but one, the woman who was still inside the Toyota. A grim look to her face and unheard by everyone, since they were laughing, was her comment of "That is one of Petes engines."

Inside the little monster with its stock radio and no cds Melissa started to look for some drivin music. Changing a few stations she set it to a local one. Q92 was a pop/rock station that played mostly eighties music. To those that listened to it you had to know that the owner/s were big fans of the old band that had debuted in 1970 as a "rhythm and blues band". As she turned to it she smiled just a little more as they introduced one of her favorite old songs but as an extended version.

Melissa pressed in the clutch and nodded outside to the flagger to give her readiness as the first very distinctive rumblings of an electric guitar started to play with the band saying "ah ah ah ahhya ya yah...ah ah ah ahhya ya yah..."

Brandy and Melony looked up from their commutative sobbing to the blaring of the radio with the first notes of AC/DC's Thunderstruck on the radio to see someone they really didn't want to see driving their car. The little girl in pigtails revved up the engine that shouldn't have been in the car but was. They clutched each other tighter and cried some more.

Brad looked over as the flag was raised and did a double take. The girl driving that car was different somehow. She was bobbing her head to what could only be Thunderstruck playing over the radio. Did she not take driving seriously? Was this some kind of game? Pigtails....why should she have pigtails? He shook his head and looked out just as the flag dropped.

To those laughing outside the car at first they laughed but that joke of an engine changed again somehow. Gone was the old beater sound but in its place was the sound very similar to that of the older Porsche's. The laughs died down as the flag raised and as a one they all heard the car blaring Thunderstruck. Which somehow blended really well with the sound of the charger.

A few faces went white as they realized that they may have just bet badly on the wrong car.

As the flag dropped Brad punched it to get ahead. After all you couldn't lose if you were ahead in a drift race.

As the flag dropped Melissa let him go ahead, Brad knew the road better than she. However she could already tell that this would be boring. And he was slow. So she held in the reins of little monster and followed as close as she could. This race wasn't just all uphill.

Fox not only heard but felt the change in that charger. It had to have a Hemi in it. No way that was a V6 sxt car! This might be interesting after all. As they both took off she followed in the 86. After all it needed a good run. Besides aside from a few late night sneaks out it had been a long time since she had let the 86 run.

To all but one person watching the two cars take off in the race they believed that the old Toyota was a fool to try and butt in on a race. However John knew that car. It had to be Fox. But what was she doing here?

Brad felt that adrenaline rush that can only come from when your pushing the edge. He was excited and thrilled! Something about that girl had made him push the 240 to the edge right off the top. He had to have left her behind as he had already gone up two of the eight levels. Heck he was probably pushing his best time already. So when he looked up into the rear view mirror and not only saw the charger right behind him but another white car he started to panic just a little. He was ahead but something didn't feel right.

Melissa kept the reins on the little monster and followed as best she could. The car was doing okay so far but it wasn't really working quite right yet. The corners felt .. off. But...it was getting better!

Fox followed behind the two cars watching them as only another racer can from the best view. Right behind!. Still the 240 was doing okay. She would have passed him already but the charger was the one racing not her. Yet she felt like the charger was holding back. She couldn't have told you why but she felt it wasn't time.

As they came around the bend on the seventh floor, which was a repeat of every floor before it Melissa had had enough.

"Fuck this!" she said.

Brandy and Melony in the back seat screamed as one" Let us out!!!" Melissa ignored them and put the gear down a shift and floored it. The little monster sensed it's time and moved.

Brad was still in the lead and this was the seventh floor even if you wanted too you couldn't pass here not with that partial floor missing. He relaxed and looked over. He saw red creeping up. He yelled out loud " You can't pass here! There is now room!"

Of course he was unheard.

Fox saw the charger come to life and move. She smiled. "Finally!"

Melissa moved the charger to the outside and saw the floor, shrugged and turned the wheel just a little more sending the back of the car sliding sideways. Tires burned and slowly, ever so slowly, almost unnoticed except by Fox the front tire on the drivers side lifted just a little off the ground. The charger was effectively just riding on three wheels so that when the passenger wheel just cleared the edge of teh missing floor and the rears behind far enough away also cleared. It looked , for all intents and purposes, as if the car just flew right over the missing chunk of floor.

Fox smiled even more. She was good! "Gods how I miss this!"

Brad saw the charger fly over the missing floor. It should have crashed! There is no way that could happen! "I knew those bitches were fucking lying! That is a hemi car and it's tuned to perfection!" However that meant nothing. The red car was now faster moving and would be ahead of him.

Melissa pulled ahead and let the little monster play. It was almost time she could feel that it was getting easier to drift. Maybe the tires just needed to warm up? Oh I love this part of the song!

Normally at the top the small group there would let the others know that Brad was in the lead and the other car was either dead in the water or doing ok. Thus to see not only that the red charger was in the lead but flying faster and crazier than the 240 left them wondering what was going on. Brad never lost. This was his track and the charger hadn't run this before. However the rumors of a red headed wonder and a FD began to surface. Maybe, just maybe, Brad was going to lose?

Brad pushed the 240. He started to feel that it was losing grip. Surely the charger was the same yet why was it going faster? And why was there a white car on his other side not two feet away? He started to get angry that bitch played him for a fool! She was going to pay.

Unknown to Brad but in the moment he lost his temper he lost the race. Fortunately Fox realized this and moved to get around him before he trashed not only his car but hers as well. Besides she wanted to see what the charger would do one the down trip!

Brad saw that as he straightened out on the roof the white Toyota pass him by. He saw red and did the biggest mistake ever. He floored the car going into a corner. He realized his mistake when he couldn't turn. The front of the 240 caught the cement and dragged along the edge turning the car end for end slamming between two walls in a shower of sparks. The engine that had just been pushed to its max and let run free via a pushed in clutch threw a rod! The 240 billowed smoke from oil on hot exhaust as the engine slowly turned it's last to a freezing halt as the oil had dumped out quick leaving nothing on the overworked crankshaft.

While the car had slammed side to side Brad was first shocked to realize he lost but more importantly his life to this point flashed before his eyes. He realize two things. He was a big jerk. Yes Jessica was his baby but he had ruined it with Brandy. He saw her little face and his second realization was that despite everything, he loved that little girl. It was time he did something right. Thus as the car grinded to a halt billowing smoke a sad Brad sat in the car.

Fox rounded the bend to the seventh leaving the wreck she had foresaw behind to see no red charger.

"Dam that girl is fast!" She sped up!