Author's Note: I've put To Dance With The Devil on hiatus for bit because I kind of hit a block with it. So I'm going to try something new and possibly a bit different than anything else I've written for this universe so far. This is going to be a Misty Curtis story, told in two ways. THe first is a storyline that takes place in the present and the other is a storyline told in flashbacks---the flashbacks detailing how she came to be. My hope is that the flashbacks will lead up to the beginning of the present storyline so that there are no gaps :) I'd like to thank djkauf for the wonderful editing and those many few people who were fortunate enough to read this chapter in every stage of development its gone through.

Oh yeah, almost forgot. It might be wise to read For The Fairest and My Dearest Daughter before reading this to get to know who Mike is and to read Season of the Witch to learn a little bit about Misty :) ~Enemyoffun.

ONE

March 17th 2012

The hot water flowed around my body, hitting every part of it and sending tingling jolts through my limbs. It danced off my skin in a way that as a guy it never would have. It was strange really. I’d probably taken a thousand showers in my lifetime, maybe more, but something about taking one now was a completely new experience. If there was one thing about this I was going to miss it was this feeling. The intense, overwhelming sensitivity of my skin, especially in the water. It was one of the few perks about this body I enjoyed. It was definitely one I was never going to feel again. Well unless I thought about using moisturizing body lotion and possibly shaving off all my body hair. I couldn’t help but laugh at that image. Me---Mike Curtis---hairless and as smooth as a baby’s ass.

No, this was going to be the last time I was going to feel like this.

I might as well savor it.

I didn’t bother counting away the minutes. Instead I closed my eyes and let the water wash over me. It took me a long time to savor all of this. If I had known months ago that I might actually enjoy some of this girl stuff now, I might have actually been better off. As it was though, things didn’t really work out. To say that I was a saint as a guy would be like saying the Bills were the best football team in the NFL. Looking back on it all I can see how much of an ass I really was, but there was something about it all that I completely blanked out. It was like watching a movie of your life but not being able to interact with it in the least. I knew it was wrong but I just couldn’t stop myself.

Stopping my revelry, I finally shut off the water. I forced myself to open my eyes and sighed. How many hours was it now. I peered around the corner. There was a clock on the far side of the locker room. I pulled the wet hair from my eyes and sighed. Less than fourteen hours now. In thirteen hours and twenty minutes to be precise, this new life of mine would be over and Mike’s life would be back. There was a small part of me that was thrilled but the rest of me couldn’t help but wonder if everything would go back to way it was. In the last few months, I’d really started to enjoy this new life. First, it was making friends with Kelly then it was the volleyball team. From there I managed to work my way into softball and track. I was once a boy who thought only of football and now I could consider myself a well-rounded athlete. I was afraid to give that up.

Gasping, I couldn’t help but be afraid that I was afraid. And I should be. I was a horrible person before and this was the punishing justice I deserved. It was the perfect poetic justice for all the pain and suffering Mike Curtis brought to the world. Mike was a plague and Misty, the well needed cure. I’m a different person now, a better person now. I had good friends, a good family and a life worth living. Mike had no one. I’m not sure if I could even go back to it. It was strange though. After the change happened, all I wanted was to be the man I’d been before. It was kind of amazing what five months could do to a girl.

6 Months Ago (October 2011)

“Mike, you’re hurting me”

“If you stop squirming babe, maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much.”

Britney was hot as hell, the best-looking piece of ass this shit hole had to offer. Ok, so maybe not the best but definitely the most desperate. There were other girls of course, quite a few before her in fact but she was the most gullible. The others had all ridden the Mike Train before and just couldn’t handle a second round trip on it. Britney had ridden it more than once. What can I say; the train is the best way to travel these days.

“Mike, I’m not in the mood.”

I groaned, trying once again to get my hands up the back of her shirt. My prize was her bra, the treasure inside was a chest so bountiful it put all others to shame. Not quite the D mountains of Jessica Stern from English but I could deal with a modest C. I liked my cups plentiful and thankfully, Britney had enough to satisfy. If I were to poll the male student body, Britney Hawkins would be on the top of their “Mountain list”. Well right below Jessica that is. She would be on the list for super easy girls too, but today for some reason she was playing hard to get.

She pushed me away again. “I told you no.”

“What the hell bitch?”

She pulled the scrunchie out of her long blonde hair, and then proceeded to pull it back again. I was never going to understand a girl’s need to look good all the time.

“That’s exactly it Mike” she said, fumbling into her purse. “You move from one girl to next, treating each of us like shit and then expect us to put out in the end.”

When the fuck did Britney, grow a backbone?

“Look babe I’m sorry.”

“Don’t look babe me, Mike Curtis.”

I sighed. Ok, I’ve played this game too. If I had to pretend to be the nice guy then so be it. “I’m sorry, I just thought that the way you were dressed and all, I figured you wanted to have a little fun.”

She scoffed. “There’s a difference between my fun and your fun.”

What the hell was with her today? Britney was usually one of the easiest girls in school so why all of this. I sighed heavily. Don’t tell me she was finally starting to grow a pair. I mean it was bad enough that Tonya Grant gave me the cold shoulder the other day, Heather Barnes too, but now Britney. It was like all these girls were conspiring against me or something. They were my ladies after all. I always bounced from one to the other and now they were all treating me like I had the plague. Me, Mike Curtis---the man with the plan---was being rejected over and over again.

I groaned. Now I wasn’t in the mood. I looked out the windshield. We were parked just outside of town, near the old Crowley place. It was strange really but most of the time the place didn’t bother me but tonight there was something about it. Looking up at that old rundown mansion with its overgrown lawn and boarded windows, I couldn’t help but feel a chill run up my spine. The locals said it was haunted, said they could hear voices and all that stuff. That was shit as far as I was concerned. Sure there was a certain amount of creepiness to the place but haunted, shit like that didn’t exist.

“Look put out or get out”

She huffed, pulling her jacket and purse from the back seat.

“You’re a real ass Mike Curtis,” she said, opening the door and stepping out into the rain.

I cursed. It was lightly raining outside. I might be an ass but there was no way I was going to make her walk home in the rain. We were half a mile from town. I pushed open my door, grumbling as I did so.

“Brit, get back in this car. You’ll freeze to death out here.”

She turned and gave me the finger. Fucking bitch. You try to do something nice for once and this is what you get. Fine, she could fucking freeze for all I cared. Shouting a string of profanities, I got back into the car. I made sure to rev the engine and found the biggest puddle I could as I blasted past her. I caught sight of her out of the side mirror just as the water splashed all over her.

Bitches don’t mess with Mike.

The tires burning rubber down the street, I couldn’t think straight. Damn Britney, putting me in a foul mood. Who the fuck did that bitch think she was? She knew what I wanted, knew what I needed. All she had to do was accommodate me and all was good. She was just like the others now. Damn all of those bitches. You’d think the whole student body was conspiring against me. That they were all seeing me as less of a man somehow. I knew where it was coming from too. It was that bitch Tracy. Stupid bitch had to go and kick my ass in front of everyone and now they were all looking down on me.

She made me look weak.

She was some kind of freak too. Where the hell did she come from anyway? She just popped up out of nowhere, looking all fine like that. A ripe piece of fruit for the taking and she spurned me. Fucking little bitch. Of course I was going to go after her. She was a 10+, girls like her belonged with guys like me. It was bad enough Dana wouldn’t give me the time of day but her, she was new she should have fallen for me in an instant. What the hell was wrong with that girl.

Thinking about it just made me angrier.

It made me want a drink.

Present

I don’t drink anymore. I hate the way it makes me feel. I hated the way it made me feel back then too. Drinking only led to problems. It was drinking that ultimately led me to my current problem. I sighed heavily, pulling the towel around my body the girl way as I walked to my locker. Ok, not my locker, but the one currently assigned to me. It was an away game so it was one of the visiting team lockers. I’d seen a lot of locker rooms in my day. The biggest surprise I think was the smell. Just like the girls room, this one didn’t smell like BO and piss.

Thankfully, I was the only one in the locker room now. All the other girls were showered and on the bus. They were most likely on their way back to Ravencrest by now. I tried not to shower and change with them. Seeing them all in their underwear, soaking wet and giggling, it brought back too many painful memories. I told my fellow teammates it was a health reason. Most of them were pretty cool with it. I’m just glad none of them were previous conquests. I’m not sure how I would have been able to deal with that. It was bad enough that I was having a hard time dealing with my only intimate bits but thinking about the bits of my new friends, it was quite unsettling.

Not that I did much thinking about that stuff anyway. It would seem that this new body of mine was all woman, one hundred percent in every way. Not that there was anything wrong with girls liking girls, I had a few new friends who were lesbians actually. It was just that I wasn’t one of them. I felt that way about a lot of girl things actually. Sure, I looked like one and walked like one, could even talk like one if I wanted but I felt like a fraud. I wasn’t really a girl. I was a paper doll that someone assembled. Sure, I was a realistic looking doll but I was a doll nonetheless.

I was one with an expiration date too.

Sighing I opened my “locker”, finding my clothes waiting inside for me. I paused for a moment as I reached for my bra, amused at the irony of it all. If someone were to tell me---Mike Curtis---that I’d be wearing a bra instead of taking them off, I would have punched them in the face. It was kind of funny how the world worked. It was strange how things seemed to change too. I was so angry back then, so violent and brutish. I didn’t care about anyone or anything. All I wanted to do was hit things, make people cry and hope whatever pain I had would go away. I used to kid myself and say it was for Mom. That every time I punched someone’s face in it was really the bastard who killed her. That every time I made someone feel bad it was to make me feel better because I was there and I was just too weak to stop it. Weakness pissed me off for the longest time. If you were weak, you were worthless and the worthless didn’t belong in the world.

The strangest part was that I was the weakest one of them all.

At the Bar

There were more than the fair share of bars in town so I had the pick of the litter. I generally avoided the busier establishments, especially Marvin’s---it was the bar my father frequented quite often. I gravitated more toward Marco Polo’s. It was a typical college hang out and being tall for my age, I looked old enough to get through the door. They didn’t tend to card me either. Being the Sheriff’s son had some perks after all. I’d only ever been stopped once and when the bouncer tried to throw me out, I quickly educated him on my relations. Dad had a certain reputation in town. He was known for two things: being a ruthless drunk off the job and a real hard ass on it. It always amazed me how he kept getting reelected year after year.

Sadly, the place was fairly quiet tonight.

Not that it was ever really jumping but there were always a few drunk Co-eds looking to score. Tonight it was filled with nothing but dudes. I scanned the crowd anyway. Hell I’d even settle for a lesbian at this point. I just needed some fine piece to help me get over Britney’s betrayal. I finally spotted an ideal prospect in the corner. I started to make my approach until I saw the tears. Shit, I hated chicks with baggage. One thing I didn’t need was to sit here all night listening to some girl wail out about all her damn problems. So defeated I headed to the bar.

The bartender was a former teammate. Dave Bly had been a senior when I was a freshman last year. He was one of the guys on the team that took me under his wing, showed me the ropes. He was a good guy. After graduating, he moved onto RU. He worked here in the bar to make ends meet. Dave always went out of his way to hook me up.

“Two drinks, Curtis,” he said, setting a glass of beer in front of me.

“Dude, Dave, seriously?”

“They’re cracking down hard man. They had someone in here the other night. Last week some kid at the university nearly drank himself to death. The boss is running scared.”

Shit.

I took my glass, making sure to savor it as long as I could. “Any good prospects tonight?”

“Not here” said Dave then he lowered his voice. “You might want to try The Guardian.”

“Fuck that shit.”

The Guardian was the best place to pick up chicks but I would be damned if I ever went near that place again. I wandered in there once out of curiosity. Sure, the place was loaded with a lot of delicious beauties but there was something about it that freaked me out. The girls were all over sexed and radiated danger. I ended up chatting one up for the night. She was really fucking hot but the bitch must have drugged my drink. The next thing I remembered, I was waking up in the back room the next morning in my boxers with a nasty headache. I swore it was the last time I was ever going to step foot in that place again.

Dave knew the story and liked to tease me about it.

“So you strike out tonight?”

The bar was dead enough that Dave had the time to chat.
“I don’t strike out.”

Dave laughed. “Hey we all have our bad days bro.”

“Go bother someone else” I grumbled.

Dave laughed even louder before wandering off to do whatever it was he was doing before I showed up. I didn’t really pay much attention. Instead, I sat there nursing my drink. I couldn’t help but think about Britney and the others. What the hell had gotten into them lately? Ever since that bitch Tracy kicked my ass, it was like all the girls around me were suddenly starting to see me as something else. Something less desirable. Fucking bitch. Next chance I got I’m going to make sure she pays. I should have jumped her at the movie theater the other night. I could have taken her slacker boy boyfriend in a heartbeat.

“Can I bother you, handsome?” asked a voice I was never going to forget.

Before I had a chance to say anything the most gorgeous thing in the world slipped onto the stool next to me. She was one of those girls you only dream about meeting. Straight out of Victoria’s Secret, she was perfect in every way. Long sexy legs, luscious raven black hair, sparkling green eyes that one could get lost in. And her outfit, who knew someone could wear so little and look so damn good doing it. Just looking at her sent my senses into over drive and set something else at immediate attention.

“Excuse me bar keep,” she said, waving her hand, summoning Dave almost immediately. “I’ll have whatever he’s drinking.”

“No you don’t, there’s no alcohol in his drink.”

I looked at my glass and cursed. No wonder I never got a buzz. Dave you fucking prick.

She smiled. “Bring us two of something special please.”

Dave nodded like a dumb puppy and disappeared to make our drinks.

“Thanks…ummm…”

“Alexis” she said, holding out her hand in a delicate, ladylike gesture.

I only managed to touch her long manicured nails before she pulled it away.

“I’m Mike”

“It’s nice to meet you, Michael.”

God I hated that. My teachers tried to call me Michael and it pissed me off. The only one who I liked calling me Michael was Mom. Every time I heard someone utter that name, it made me hurt all the more.

Dave returned with our drinks. I’m not sure what they were but they were green. Alexis took them and slipped off the stool. She didn’t even say anything as she turned and led me away. My eyes drifted to her butt for a moment before they became fixated on the angel wings tattooed on her shoulder blades. There was something mesmerizing about those white wings. I felt like I could follow those wings anywhere.

I did too. I followed them right to a table in the dark corner of the bar.

“So do you come to this place often, Michael?” she asked as we took the only seats at the table.

“It’s Mike and yeah I come here a lot.”

She smiled. “This is my first time. I saw this quaint little town and I just had to stop.”

I scoffed at that. No one sees Ravencrest and wants to stop. I’m not sure who this girl was but she was full of shit.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have too, Michael. I can see it in your eyes. You have the eyes of a man that doubts things.”

I liked that she called me a man. That’s what I was after all. I was a man and she was a woman. I was a man that needed a woman and I definitely needed her. The way she was looking at me, it was clear she needed me too. Of course this wasn’t the first time that a college girl like her had come on to me but it was the first time that one as good looking as her had. Come Monday morning I couldn’t wait to tell all my buddies about this.

“You’re not drinking, Michael?”

I looked at my class. “I’m not sure what it is.”

She laughed. She had the most wonderful laugh. “It’s called Divine Punishment.”

I’d never heard of a drink like that. Then again, there were so many different drinks out there that I was sure there were hundreds of one’s I’d never heard of. Shrugging, I guess it didn’t really matter. I wanted to get good and drunk tonight. I didn’t want to remember a damn thing about anything. I wanted to drown myself in drink and hope that tomorrow would turn into a better day than today. Here’s to wish fulfillment.

I grabbed the glass---thankfully it was tiny---and downed the drink in one gulp.

It burned and tingled slightly as it slid down my throat.

As soon as my glass was empty, I felt a little lightheaded. I couldn’t help but laugh. I’m not sure what was in this shit but whatever it was, it was powerful stuff.

“Can I have another?” I asked, my words already slurred.

“Sorry Michael, only one punishment per customer” Alexis laid her hand on mine.”Don’t worry sweetie. It might burn now but you’re going to love how it feels afterwards.”

She started to laugh and as she did, I could swear her eyes glowered a strange copper color. After that, everything was a blur though so I might have just imagined it. The room seemed to sway around me. I felt rough hands grab me from behind, lifting me from the chair then everything went black.

Present Again

My cell rang as I was leaving Brendsen High.

I was halfway to the parking lot when my back pocket started to vibrate. Cursing, I had to stop to pry it from the tight fabric. I’d been a girl for nearly six months now and I was never going to get used to jeans this tight. Sure, I used to love looking at them but it was entirely different wearing them. Lots of things were different of course and out of all of them, the clothes were the easiest to get used too believe it or not. Some of it was actually quite comfortable.

I managed to get the phone free and catch it on the last ring.

“Where the hell are you?”

Crap, Dad. It was kind of funny really. Back when I was Mike, Dad never gave two shits about where I was or what I was doing. Now that I was his daughter though, it was like the world had completely rewritten itself. Where once my father was a broken, violent alcoholic, he was now a caring, very sober pillar of the community. So I suppose that you could say two lives were changed forever that fateful night. Not that it mattered much though. Besides the two of us and people’s perceptions of us, everything else was pretty much the same. I guess that’s how these things worked. I still didn’t understand half of it of course, only that magic was somehow involved. Months ago, I would have laughed at such a thing but it was hard to laugh at it when it stared at me every morning in the mirror.

“Dad, I’m on my way to my car right now,” I said, sighing.

Single fathers of teenage daughters apparently had some built-in overprotective nature. It was kind of weird though. It was definitely a side of my father I never thought I’d see.

“You have any idea what time it is?”

I looked at the clock on my phone. “Its nine o’clock Dad. I’m only a few miles from home. I’ll be there in like an hour.”

“Nine o’clock in Brendsen is fine but after nine in Ravencrest is a different story altogether, young lady.”

There was definite truth in that statement. Everyone knows it’s not wise to be out after dark in Ravencrest. I knew it and I was a bad ass or at least thought I was. Now I knew the scary truth about the world we live in---I knew that there were things out there that couldn’t be explained. Scary things hiding in the dark places. My father knew too even if he played ignorant about them. It was hard to be Sheriff of a town like ours and not know there was something else out there than purse snatchers and J Walkers. I made a promise to him though. I told him that I would never let any of that stuff know I knew and in return, I would make sure to keep my nose out of trouble.

“I’m almost at my car now Dad” I said, pulling the keys from my pocket.

“Just head straight home as soon as possible, sweetheart”

“Yes Dad”

I clicked off the phone. It was strange to hear him call me “sweetheart” and the like. I know for him it was natural but for me it was still a little freaky. It should have felt natural, I was supposed to pretend it was natural but it felt fake too. Sure this was my life or rather it was the life that I would have led if I’d been born Melanie Curtis but it was still too weird for me. It might have been better if my memories of my old life were completely wiped out but of course, there was no way I could learn from this. I was being punished after all. I needed my old memories so I could feel the pain of being a big badass man and turning into a frail little girl.

That’s what I thought months ago anyway. I was frail and weak. I was tormented by the idea of going from All Star Football player to All Star…well I’m not sure I want to finish that sentence. Suffice to say I was meant to spend a lot of time on my knees. It’s amazing how a few months change things though. My life was completely different from how it started; my punishment was completely different from how it started too. I’m not sure how that happened actually but I’m not complaining. Maybe it was all a part of the punishment process or maybe there were other factors at work here. Whatever the reason, I was proud to know there was a different side of me. This was an eye opening experience I was never going to forget.

Sighing heavily, I returned my phone to my back pocket and made my way to my car. If there was one thing I didn’t like about all this it was the little red Prius I now drove. Before I had a Camaro. I loved that car. I put all my sweat and blood into that car. I used to spend hours in the garage working on it. It was the one truly good thing about my former life that I really loved and enjoyed. When the change happened and the punishment began, of course the Camaro had to be one of the things to go. Sure, I have grown to love my little Prius but I would give anything to have that Camaro back.

I pushed the button to unlock the trunk. I tossed my gym bag inside, slamming it quickly before using another button to unlock the door. I climbed in quickly, making sure the mirror and seat were adjusted. That was another thing I definitely missed. As Mike, I was six foot three. I never really knew how much of a treat that was until I lost it. I was five nine now which isn’t short for a girl but when you were six three before it’s quite a different. Sure, I could make myself taller with heels and things but it felt artificial somehow.

As I was starting my car, the damn cell buzzed again.

Son of a bitch. I cursed, shutting off the engine. I pulled the phone out of my back pocket, checking the caller ID. There was no number. I threw it on the dash but it wouldn’t stop buzzing. Fed up, I snatched it up and clicked it on.

“Seriously Dad!”

“I’m touched Michael” said a voice, a familiar voice.

“You!” I said, not bothering to mask my anger.

“Is that anyway to greet an old friend.”

“Funny, I don’t remember us ever being friends.”

She scoffed. “I was just being pleasant. I told you I’d be in contact with you again when your punishment was up, didn’t I?”

Yes she did. I knew this was coming. I’d been counting the days. Over the last week or so, I’d been kind of dreading it though.

“So how does this work exactly?” I asked, hoping it was quick and painless. “You snap your fingers and poof It’s a boy?”

She laughed. “Nothing ever comes that simple, Michael”

Her laugh didn’t come from the phone though. Confused I looked into the rear view mirror and sure enough, she was sitting in my back seat now. I nearly jumped at her appearance. She was dressed just like the first night we met. Unlike that first night though, I felt nothing for her. Sure she was still gorgeous but she didn’t send my blood pumping anymore. That was one of the only things I was going to welcome once I was back to being Mike. I hated not being attracted to girls. Sure, now that I’d walked a mile, in their shoes, things were going to be different but I just wanted the chance to be able to kiss one again and feel something when doing it.

“So how does this work exactly?”

“Drive” she said and suddenly she was in the passenger seat.

I jumped. Holy shit. How in the hell was she doing this shit?

“That’s not your concern. Your only concern is to prove to me that you’re not the same self centered pig as before. Do that and this whole experience will be like a bad dream.”

I nodded and started the car. She never told me where to drive to but it didn’t matter. I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Once on the main highway, things fell into silence. I kept looking at her out of the corner of my eye. It was strange that I didn’t feel anything for her anymore. Before there was something overly mysterious about her but now she just looked like any other girl. Sure she was gorgeous like I said. Her makeup was flawless, her hair was killer and how she managed to walk around in those heels was beyond me. I’d kill to look that good in that outfit too. I was a bit jealous that she was so put together actually.

She’s a Monster.

I shook my head. She was a monster though. She was a thing, a beast.

Kill the Monster.

I did want to kill her. I’d been wanting to kill her ever since she cursed me. A small part of me wanted to find the nearest bridge and drive the car off of it actually. I knew that was just crazy talk though. I would accomplish nothing by trying to kill myself too. I wanted this whole thing to be over with but I didn’t want to die to end it.

“Pull into that motel over there” she said, pointing to a small motel coming up on our left.

I did as I was told. I found a spot near the back of the lot. I’m not sure what we were doing here but I wanted to make sure we were as far away from people as possible.

“C’mon let’s get a room.”

Shit, this was getting out of hand.

“My father is expecting me.”

“He’s asleep now. You’ll be home before he wakes up. He’ll never know the difference. Now c’mon we’re getting a room.”

I did as she asked. We left the car and together we went to the little office. There was a burly looking guy at the counter. He gave both of us the once over. We must have made the striking pair. Her dressed like a slut and me looking like I just stepped out of the slob room. I could only imagine what he must have thought. It didn’t help matters that Alexis wrapped her arm around my waist, pulling me into her.

“We need a room.”

Almost as if in a trance, the guy handed her a key.

Alexis took it with a smile. She blew him a kiss then half led, half pulled me toward the door. As soon as she got outside, she left go of my waist. It was back to business with her now.

“What are we doing here?”

“We need lots of privacy,” she said, leading me to one of the rooms.

I looked at the door---number 6. She opened it with the key, pushing the door open; then ushered me inside. I didn’t waste any time, rushing into the room. It was a dingy little place with a bed and a dresser. It didn’t smell all that great either. Clearly, they didn’t know what a maid was. Alexis turned and locked the door behind us then quickly closed the curtains.

She turned to me. “Strip and get on the bed.”

“Wait what?”

She rolled her eyes. “You want to remain that way for the rest of your life?”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t move to take off my clothes either. She stared at me for a second then a small smile crept across her lips.

Her eyes widened slightly and she sighed. “What is it with Ravencrest? Do they put something in the water?”

I had no idea what she was talking about.

“You want to stay this way don’t you?”

I bit my lip and she laughed. Then she wagged her finger.

“Sorry sweetie, it’s a one way street. You don’t get to decide your Fate. Hell I don’t even get to decide that. It’s not my department. I’m the Punisher. I only have one job here. If Fate wanted you to stay a girl then it would intervene to keep you that way. Now strip and spread them, we need to get hot and heavy for this to work.”

Shit.

I slowly pulled off my shirt and started to unbutton my pants.

Alexis stepped out of her slinky little black dress. “Don’t look so sad sweetie; this is going to be fun.”

She took a step toward me and an arrow went through the window and right through her back. The head emerged from her chest, just below her breasts. It stopped her in mid-stride, a look of total surprise spread across her face before she dropped lifeless to the floor. Me, all I could do was stand there in shock and stare at the body of the girl who was supposed to make my life normal again.

What was it she said about Fate now?

To Be Continued...

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I Bump Back Part-2

Author:

Enemyoffun

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Serial Chapter

Genre:

Transformations

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

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I Bump Back
Part Two

by:
Enemyoffun

Misty Curtis' punishment is almost at an end
and her life might finally go back to normal,

that is if Fate doesn't interfere.

Author's Note: Ok so yeah its been a little while and I apologize for that. I wrote a blog which nicely explains what happened to me. Suffice to say I really do apologize for my two month absence. With that out of the way now, its time to get back into the head of a one Misty Curtis---enjoy. I'd like to thank djkauf for the excellent editing.~Enemyoffun.

TWO

Present

To say I was freaked would be like saying a Dalmatian had spots. Here I was about to have my life handed back to me and in one split second everything was gone. The strangest thing was I wasn’t sure if I was really happy or pissed off about it. Sure I loved being a guy, I loved looking at girls and having them look at me, I loved being tall, I loved my car; I loved being the big man on campus. Hell, I definitely loved peeing standing up but there was a lot I hated about me, too. I don’t think I needed to go into all of that again, suffice to say there would be a lot of people in this town that would truly rejoice if Mike Curtis never came back even if they didn’t remember him at the moment. I couldn’t help but wonder how many people there would be that would miss Misty?
It was all for naught now, though.

My one way to turn back, my only way to turn back was currently lying face first in her own blood in front of me. I sighed heavily, bending slowly to take a closer look. To say it was my first body would be a lie. This was Ravencrest after all. Ok, this particular motel wasn’t Ravencrest but I grew up in a town where this was pretty common. I didn’t bother to look at the blood; I’d seen enough of that lately. No my eyes went straight to the arrow protruding from her back. No not an arrow, a bolt. It was smaller than an arrow, thicker too. It was black in color and the tip was made to shred flesh. I’d seen something similar---very recently.

Cursing, I jumped to my feet.

They were close, too close. I thought they’d gotten the hint but apparently they were more determined now than ever. I just never thought they’d actively involve themselves in this mess. Sure they were bound and determined to get their hands on me but to actually stop my change back…it was starting to get out of hand. I tried to force the stray thoughts from my head. If they really wanted me then they would have poured right in here after me. As it was, it appeared they were only after her for the night. It was enough to keep me on my guard though.

I didn’t waste any time. I buttoned up my pants and found my shirt on the bed. Snatching it up, I pulled it over my head before making my way quickly out the door. I never looked back as I ran for my car. The mess would no doubt shock the maid when she found it but that was hardly my problem. Alexis was an Unseen, she was a monster. I’m not saying she got what she deserved but there was a certain bit of satisfaction watching that bitch die. Hey, she was the one who initially ruined my life. Sure, it was a hundred times better now, but I’d be a fool if I didn’t say I didn’t want her dead. I just never thought it was actually going to happen.

Fate, it seemed, had other plans for me.

Not that I believed in that crap.

I believed in what I could see and hear. Hey several months ago, I would have said that some of things I saw were total bullshit even when I saw them. Life has a way of changing. Especially waking up after one of the craziest fucking nights of my life.

The Morning After

I groaned as I opened my eyes, my head pounding, my body aching. It felt like I’d been hit by a truck and as far as I know I could have been. Pushing myself up off the floor, I cursed. That fucking bitch spiked my drink. I cursed, my body felt heavier than it did before. I’d been in a situation like this before, ok so no girl had ever drugged me but I’d been smashed before and it was hard to string two coherent thoughts together. One time after this really awesome game, me and some of the guys went out and got so drunk we couldn’t remember the day before at all. When I woke up from that morning, I puked forever and it took nearly the whole day to get rid of my headache.

Strangely, I didn’t feel like puking. Maybe I’d already done enough of it last night or something. Instead, I stretched, feeling that weight again. I looked down but everything was a little blurry. Whatever that bitch gave me; it was really fucking up my vision right now. I looked around at my surroundings. I could clearly see a dresser against one wall and a cheap looking bed. There were tacky prints on the wall and a large window with outdated curtains. It didn’t take a genius to figure out I was in some cheesy motel room. Hell, I’d been in several of these before. I bring a lot of girls to places like this when the back of my car just doesn’t cut it. In fact there was this tiny little hotel just outside of town, I’d been there so many times that manager actually had a room reserved for me.

Good times.

Some of my vision started to clear and I saw other things in the room. There was articles of clothing scattered all across the floor. I saw a purse, a pair of heels, a denim skirt and a pair of jeans. I touched my legs, realizing I wasn’t wearing any pants. I couldn’t smile like that. So I might have been drugged but at least I got lucky tonight. I couldn’t help but smile at that. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was a good lay. It pissed me off that I couldn’t remember. Alexis was so smoking hot there’s just no way, someone like her would have been anything but good. I smiled again. That’s when I heard the faint sound of rushing water.

I turned around, looking for the source. There was a slight bit of steam coming out from under the bathroom door. Holy shit she actually stayed. That was a first for me. Usually I’d bed them, get up early and bail before they ever knew I was there. Of course, with how much I apparently had to drink I guess that wasn’t an option this time. Then again, last night I’d been duped. Here I was thinking I was predator and I definitely turned out to be the prey. Fucking bitch, no one does that to Mike Curtis. Angered rising, I stormed to the bathroom door. I stopped momentarily to look at the halter top on the floor nearby before I yanked the bathroom door open.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” I demanded.

The bathroom in this particular motel didn’t have curtains; it had those glass sliding door things. I could just make out the silhouette of a person through the glass and as I did, I realized there was something totally wrong. The person behind the class was big, too big to be Alexis. It was a large shape, tall with broad shoulders and the way it moved was definitely not that of the seductress who drugged me last night. The glass door slid open and my vision finally cleared to reveal a body that definitely wasn’t Alexis. It was a guy, a college frat boy looking type of guy. A well muscled one to be exact, the type of guy you might see modeling underwear or something. What the fuck was this poser doing in my hotel room? I was about to voice my eternal question when he spoke.

“Hey babe, you ok?”

Babe? His words took a moment to sink in before I looked down. There were two large breasts hanging off my chest. Large naked breasts. What the fuck? A part of me was freaking out, screaming inside but another part of me---the larger part of me inside---was totally calm about this. How could I be calm, I had fucking breasts. I reached further down, feeling silk between my legs and nothing more. Looking past my giant globes, I saw panties and a very flat crotch. Other things seemed to click too. The fact that my hands were smaller and I had manicured pink nails and the long hair that now tickled my neck. My freak out factor should have been sailing through the roof by now and yet I was so calm. Why was I so fucking calm?

“Misty, you ok?”

Misty? Who the fuck was Misty?

The guy stepped out of the shower, shutting off the water as did so. I got a full look at him this time. At least six foot something; all chiseled and well, let’s just say that there was no way I could ever compete with a guy like him. He grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around his waist. Then he started walking toward me, I backed up but he kept coming. I didn’t want this guy anywhere near me and yet the jerk couldn’t get a fucking hint. He kept coming and I kept stepping backwards. It got to the point where I had nowhere to go as my butt hit the sink. He stood before me, a few inches taller. Shit, so I was shorter now. Then he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into a tight embrace, kissing me long and hard.

I tried pushing away, tried forcing him off me but he was too damn strong. Fuck, I hated this. Why the hell wasn’t I resisting more? Why wasn’t I grossed out either? What the fuck was going on here? I was a guy last night and now I’m some fucking chick. This didn’t make any sense, it shouldn’t be possible and yet here was the truth of it. When the kiss ended and he finally pulled away, he was smiling.

“I love that you taste like cherries.”

I smiled weakly. He smacked my butt, then stepped back.

“We gotta get going soon; I have class in an hour. So you do your business here, I’ll get dressed then we can head back to town.”

All I could do was nod like some dumb idiot.

He smiled, running his fingers through my hair. “You’re so beautiful” Then he turned and left the bathroom.

My heart skipped a beat at his words before my mind caught with everything. What the fuck is going on here? I was screaming inside my head and yet I wasn’t pissed off on the outside. That bitch, that bitch did something to me. I’d heard the stories about fucking Ravencrest, heard all those strange tales of things that didn’t make sense and didn’t quite fit. It was all supposed to be bullshit. I mean sure the town was a little fucked up but the shit that happened to me, there was no way this shit could be real, no way. Except that, it was and it made no fucking sense whatsoever. Guys just didn’t turn into girls overnight, it wasn’t fucking possible.

I looked down at my new boobs. Yet here I was, a dude turned chick. I spun around quickly, wanting to splash some water in my face. When I did so, I caught sight of the new me. It was hard not to, after all I was right in front of the mirror. I wiped away the condensation to get a better look and the face staring back at me startled me to say the least. Gone were the sharp features and dark hair of my father and in their place was a face I thought I’d never see again: Mom’s. Ok so not quite like her but very close. I had her fair skin, her blue eyes and her blonde hair. Most of it was marred by way too much smudged makeup but it was her nonetheless. Holy shit, I look like Mom. I saw a tear roll down my cheek, not even realizing I’d been crying. The only pictures I had of mom were in my head because the pain of her death had caused Dad to destroy the rest. Now here she was, more or less, staring back at me.

I reached up and touched the face in the mirror. The reflection mirrored my movement and the moment was gone. She wasn’t Mom though, she was me. Shit this is so fucked up.

“Misty, you done in there yet?” The voice of the Adonis shouted from the other room.

“Almost” I shouted back then gasped, touching my throat.

That was my voice now, fuck I sounded like a girl.

Fuck, I was a girl.

I stared at that girl for a few more minutes before Mother Nature started pressing on my bladder. Shit I cursed, realizing I had to pee. Ok, Curtis you can do this. I looked at the toilet and closed my eyes as I lifted the lid. I did it like pulling off a band-aid. Real quick like. Let me tell you after standing all my life to pee, sitting and peeing like a chick was definitely an experience. I found myself instinctively wiping afterwards before flushing. I thought about showering but I didn’t want to spend any more time here then I had to so instead I left the bathroom. Mr. Adonis was sitting on the bed, already dressed. He was in the processing of putting on his left shoe.

“C’mon” he said, having gathered my things and put them on the corner of the bed. “I have Bio Chem. in like 40 minutes now.”

I nodded quickly and went to my clothes. Well what little I had that is. A skirt and a top, no bra. It looks like I was a bit of tease in this new reality. Well that’s just fucking great. I managed to dress without too much of a problem; hey, I’d taken off plenty of halter-tops and skirts in my day. I just never in my wildest dreams thought I’d be wearing them. I felt a bit trashy too now that both were on me. My “date” didn’t seem to mind though, he was smiling real big. I smiled back as best I could without vomiting. Though his smile made me feel funny inside and not a good kind of funny either. It was a giddy, nauseating feeling, one that I was going to ignore forever if I could.

“So is this a date?” I asked softly, not really wanted to hear my voice fully yet.

He scoffed. “We don’t date remember?”

I nodded. So I was that kind of girl. This is fucking great. It was one thing to be a man whore but to be a…well….that. I cursed inwardly. Was this someone’s sick fucking joke.

“I keep asking though and you just keep denying, thanks for rubbing it in by the way.”

“Sorry” I said, meekly.

He gave me a strange look. “You ok?”

I nodded. “Fine, just a little hung over.”

He laughed. “I never thought I’d hear Misty Curtis admitting to being drunk.”

He finished putting on his shoes then handed me mine. I looked at the heels and gulped. There was at least three inches to them. They were stilettos as well. Whoever thought it was funny to give me stilettos so going to fucking pay. I sat on the bed though and slowly put them on. I took a deep breath then slowly stood up. I half expected to end up on my ass but I didn’t. I cursed, so I could walk in these fucking things. That was just great too. I dressed like a whore and apparently I could move like one too now. I wonder what other little secrets this new world of mine was going to throw at me.

“Here” he said, holding out the purse to me.

It was a little red clutch, I took it and smiled weakly again.

“You sure you’re ok,” he asked, shaking his head. “I mean it’s like you’re a whole new person this morning.”

I nodded. “Just hung over.”

“Let’s go then” he said, gently touching my shoulder.

I shied away from his touch, which caused him to give me another strange look. He pulled his arm away slowly and pointed toward the door. I nodded and the two of us left the room. He locked the door behind us, told me to wait a second while he paid for the night and returned the key. While he walked off, I scanned the parking lot for my Camaro. Sadly it was nowhere in sight. I cursed. So this world stole my body and my fucking car. Oh, that bitch was really going to pay for this. Whoever that bitch even was. I shook it off. Now was not the time to think about that. I needed to figure out this new reality first, a reality where I was a girl and things were completely different.

I absently reached into my purse and rummaged inside. I could feel things like makeup, a pack of cigs---yuck---, a lighter, a tampon---double yuck---then I found my little wallet. I pulled it out and went straight for my driver’s license. Thank god, I still had one and Thank God even more when I saw the name: Melanie Curtis, Age 16, Sex F. Ok so the female thing was a total fucking nightmare but at least my name wasn’t Misty. God I would hate going around with a bimbo name like that for the rest of whatever hell I was now living in.

“All done” said Mr. Adonis as he came back over. “C’mon let’s get you home before your Dad kicks my ass.”

Home. Dad. Oh, Shit this was going to be fun.

Present Again

My cell rang; it didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was. Taking one hand off the wheel, I pulled it from my bag and clicked it on.

“Hey Dad” I said, trying to make this whole thing sound better than it was.

“Don’t “Hey Dad” me young lady” he said, his voice a tad above angry. “You have any idea what time it is?”

I looked at the clock on the dash. It was only ten thirty, what the hell was he getting so worked up about. Ok so maybe I said I was going to be home an hour or so before but there were circumstances beyond my control at work. It’s not like I planned on still being me---well this me. I was hoping to be back to my old self, the one that had no curfew and a father who didn’t give a fuck what time he stayed out. Ok that bit I was going to miss. I liked this Dad. I liked the way we actually had a relationship now. I liked that he didn’t drink and didn’t scream at me all the time. It was kind of nice knowing that he gave a damn instead of whatever it was he did before.

“Sorry Dad, there was an accident.”

“An accident? You ok?”

I know it was a quick lie but it was the only thing I could think of. Sure being the Sheriff all Dad had to do was check and then I’d be in deep shit. I’m just not sure how well it would go over if I said “Gee, Dad, I was in some motel with this crazy chick who wanted to have sex with me and make me male again” Then of course there was the whole her getting shot in the back with a crossbow. Yeah that would have gone over real well.

“I wasn’t in the accident Dad” I said, digging myself into the lie more. I sighed. “It doesn’t matter; I’m on my way now.”

“I’m sending Gerard out to get you.”

I groaned. Gerard was one of Dad’s two deputies. He was a little overweight and a bit pervy but other than that, he was a decent enough guy. Why not Stephanie, at least with her I could pretend to care. I used to have a crush on her when I was Mike and why not, she was kind of hot. It helped that she was straight out of school and dripped sex appeal.

“Dad I’m fine.”

“I want him to follow you home. Pull over and wait on the side of road, Gerard will be there in less than ten.”

I didn’t need to tell Dad where I was, he had a GPS built into my car. It was a paranoid I know but I was also his pretty blonde sixteen-year-old daughter. Hell, if it were me, I’d do the same.

“Wait you’re worried about my safety and you want me to pull over on a dark road in the middle of nowhere?”

When Dad spoke, again there was agitation in his voice. “Just do it for me please?”

Now I was worried. “What’s wrong?”

Dad paused. “Your uncle is in town.”

Shit. Uncle Reginald was my Mom’s brother. When I was Mike, he was barely around. He lived in Europe and traveled a lot. Apparently, now that I was gender flipped, he was always coming to town to visit. Apparently we were close now. I reminded him of his baby sister and he wanted to make sure I was well taken care of. Not that Dad could not do that but Uncle Reg was loaded. He was always giving me presents and things like that. The last time I saw him was only a few months ago actually, shortly after my “change”. He showed up unannounced to talk to me. Suffice to say it didn’t go the way he planned. Thinking about it made my skin crawl so I decided not to. When it was all said and done, Dad told him to leave and never come back.

Apparently, my uncle didn’t listen very well.

“Does he still want me to go with him?”

I couldn’t see it but I know Dad was running his fingers through what was left of his thinning hair. He did that whenever he was stressed. “I don’t know. I have Steph sitting on his motel keeping an eye on him. The slime on that guy makes sewers look clean.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little.

Dad and I talked for a few minutes more before I made him hang up. I needed to concentrate on the road after all. I drove a little ways more before pulling over. It was the spot that Gerard was supposed to meet me. I was just outside the town limits now. Dad was concerned that driving through Ravencrest at night was a very bad thing. It made no sense to me. I’d done it hundreds of times as Mike but as Misty, he feared for my life. Go figure. The irony of it was that most of the things that lurked in the shadows weren’t after girls. As Mike, I was more of a target to them then Misty. Sure, I could never tell Dad that. He didn’t really know what was going on in his town but I think he had some ideas that there were some really bad shit out there.

Sure, there was bad shit like that all over the world but in our little town, it was multiplied by a thousand.

Sitting in the car like this with nothing to do was frustrating. I grabbed my purse, needed to do something with my hands. I opened it up, looking for something to preoccupy myself. I quit smoking a long time ago. It was strange really. When I found those cigarettes, I never actually ever had a craving for one. Sure I smoked one or two of them but it was never something I needed to keep doing. They were one of the first things to go. Second came the wardrobe then it was trying to piece together some kind of existence again. It’s funny because now I had everything where I wanted it and it was time for Misty to go away.

Sighing, I grabbed my phone again. I opened up my inbox and checked my texts. There were a few new ones. One from Maggie, asking me if I wanted to hang with her tomorrow night. The other two were from Mark. I kind of fluttered a bit at just seeing his name. It was strange really. Who would have thought that I might actually be interested in a guy and someone like him to boot. Every time he held me, it was like I melted into him and just fit. It was the stupidest thing in the world but I couldn’t help it. Here I had been hoping that some part of my sexually might remain but sadly that wasn’t the case. Sure, I still liked girls a lot but there was something about Mark that made me want to forget about changing back.

It didn’t help that he was the first one there. He was the first one to see the real me and not the fake that Alexis thought she created.

I groaned and cursed, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. What did it matter now? It was all supposed to be gone. I was supposed to be back to me. I’m not supposed to be this girl. I’m not supposed to feel vulnerable and all gushy over some guy. I’m---I mean I was---Mike Curtis. I’m the guy that gets to do the laying not the one who gets laid. Whoever killed that bitch tonight was really fucking up the whole universe. When and if I ever found them I was going to lay the serious smack down on their collective asses.

I ran my hands through my hair, cursing. I was supposed to have my life together but I felt like I was more of wreck now than ever. Things weren’t supposed to turn out this way. I was punished, I was supposed to live out that punishment then go back to normal. That’s what the letter said…

Home

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when we pulled up to the house. I guess I wasn’t expecting everything to look exactly the same. Hell, it wasn’t even a different color. We still had the same yellow siding, the same white shutters and broken fence. The driveway still needed to be shoveled; the old maple beside the house still had my tire swing. Everything was right where it was supposed to be. Ok so not everything. My car was gone. In its place was some disgusting little Prius. Whoever thought it was funny to replace my Camaro with that piece of shit was going to get a piece of my mind. It was the biggest fucking insult in the world.

“Here we go,” said Mr. Adonis, shutting off the car. “Safe and sound.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

He nodded. “You think we can…I mean you want to do this again real soon?”

I shrugged. “Do I usually do something like this again?”

He frowned. “I’ll see you in a few weeks then.”

We left it at that. It was kind of freaky. It was like I was getting dropped off on a date by myself. Ok so this guy wasn’t exactly like me but he was pretty damn close. He drove a muscle car, he was built like a brick house and he had this air about him that told me he was definitely the big man on campus. I’m not sure but I was pretty certain I wasn’t the only gir…only…well, you know.

I didn’t waste any time getting out of the car. I didn’t even look back when he drove away. There was no point. I was too freaked out by the whole thing. I’m not sure what the hell was going on. Maybe I was in some horrible nightmare or the fucking twilight zone. The whole car ride home I kept pinching myself, trying to wake myself up but to no avail. As far as I could tell this was as real as real could be. Hell even my big boobs were real, believe it or not. Ok so they were C cups but they were already too big for me. Thinking about them made my brain ache so I decided to just push forward and hope that this nightmare would end soon.

I pulled out my key and unlocked the door. It was early morning so hopefully Dad would be at the office…

“Young lady!”

Or not.

Dad came around the corner, dressed in his uniform. The look of fury on his face was not unfamiliar. I’d seen it several times before. What was unfamiliar was Dad. Gone was the overweight, severely bald drunk. In his place was a balding man, still very slim and trim like he was before Mom died and very sober. If I were to guess, I’d say this man had never had a drink in his life. What the hell was up with that?

“Hey Dad” I said, waiting for the beating that I knew might come.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Out” I said, without thinking.

“That is not an answer Melanie,” he said, strolling over to me, frowning. “I see you’re dressing like that still. I thought I told you not to dress like such a slut?” Before I could say anything, he pulled me into a hug, sighing heavily.

“You had me really worried, sweetie.”

Shit. Who the hell was this guy and what did he do with my father?

Dad held me for a while before he finally let me, shaking his head.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you Mel. I’ve tried, God knows I’ve tried. Groundings don’t work and taking away your car is futile. You gotta work with me here, honey; I can’t keep coming home at night to find your bed empty. This isn’t a safe town, you know, especially at night. It’s really dangerous out there.”

I nodded. I’d heard this all before. The crazy, dangerous Ravencrest. It was a load of crap as far as I was concerned. There was nothing crazy or dangerous about this place. It was the most dull place on the planet as far as I was concerned. Sure, there was some zaniness to it but there was that in every town. Dad was just overreacting which is really strange because the only emotion he ever showed me before was anger. This whole, overbearing, actually concerned for me father was kind of creeping me out a bit.

I pushed away from his embrace. “I’m good Dad. I’m sorry about before and I’ll try not to let it happen again.”

He gave me a strange look. “You ok, Mel?”

I nodded. “Just had too much to drink.”

He frowned. “At least tell me he had protection?”

Wow seriously. Way not the conversation I want to have with my father. Hell, not a conversation I wanted to have with anyone. This was all way too fucking messed up. Thankfully, Dad didn’t press the matter and had to leave for work. I watched him go before making my way up the stairs to my room. The door was shut so I took a deep breath and slowly opened it. Ok so I wasn’t as shocked as I thought I was going to be. Sure, it was different but it was strangely similar too. The wall color was now an off purple and the bed spread was done to match but everything looked remotely the same. It was still the same bed, the same dresser. My closet was still in the same place too. Gone was my entertainment system, flatscreen and free weights though. In their place were a vanity and a dollhouse that looked like it had seen better days. I slowly walked into the room, looking at the posters on the walls and smelling a faint flower fragrance in the air. That was definitely going to have to go. I took a sad deep breath as I dropped onto my bed.

So this is how a girl me likes to live. I guess I can survive it until I figure things out. I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before deciding to check out the vanity. It was covered with makeup and crap. I looked in the mirror, the constant reminder of my new life staring back at me. I stared a long time until something dawned on me: no pictures. I’d been in a lot of girls’ rooms and I always saw pictures all over the place. You know, them with family and friends but there were none to be found here. Did that mean that girl me had no friends? Great I was either a total loser or a real bitch…or….I looked down at myself and groaned. Clearly, girls didn’t want to hang out with this me because of the way I dressed.

So I think I’m the School Slut now too.

Thank you so fucking much, universe.

I turned to walk away from the vanity when I noticed an envelope sitting there. I was certain it wasn’t there a moment but who knows. The first thing I noticed was the name on it, which caused my heart to stop. It didn’t say Melanie or Misty, it said Mike. Meaning that someone in this fucked up new reality knew who I was still.

My heart skipped a beat as I picked it up and slowly opened it.

Side of the Road

Where the fuck was Gerard?

I looked at the clock on my cell; it was nearly quarter after eleven. I thought the little perv was supposed to be here by now. I cursed, rolling down the window. I stuck my head out, hoping to see if I could at least see him coming. It was strange really but sometimes in Ravencrest, headlights didn’t. It wasn’t something that happened all the time; it was just something that occurred randomly. Like the freaking time thing or how it sometimes felt like forever when you were only going a few blocks. Lots of people in town said it was just your mind playing tricks on you. I thought so too until I started to notice things, strange things. All of it started to happen after my “change” too. It was like the whole world around me was suddenly opened up.

I’m not really sure how else to explain it.

It didn’t really matter now anyway. What mattered now was trying to figure out where the hell Gerard was. Dad was going to kill him making me wait out here this long. I thought about calling Dad, telling him his dutiful deputy fucked up but that wouldn’t solve anything. Dad would just get worried and Gerard would probably be fired. I didn’t want anyone to lose their job over this. Hell, I didn’t even want any of this. I could have been home by now. It was just Dad’s stupid paranoia. Now the shit was starting to rub off on me.

I cursed, looking at my cell again.

That’s it, I’m calling it in.

I started to dial when I saw the lights. I sighed and shut off my phone. It only occurred to me a moment later that the lights were actually coming from a different direction. What the hell is this now? The car was coming up real slow until it was almost behind mine. It was a blue sedan; I didn’t really know the make or model. I watched it stop then saw a tall bald man get out. He was pretty normal looking if a bit underdressed for the weather. He was wearing a light black coat and nothing more. When he got closer, I found myself instinctively making fists. Something about him told me to run even though I knew for a fact that there was nothing monstrous about him.

“You Ok, Miss?” he asked, bending so his face was in front of my window.

That’s when I saw it, the white collar. I let out a slight sigh and unclenched my fists. This guy was a priest. There was nothing sinister and evil about them. Though I couldn’t quite shake this feeling that something was off.

“I’m good; I’m waiting for my Dad’s deputy.”

He nodded. “Your father is the sheriff?” I nodded. He was quiet for a moment then spoke again. “You sure you’re not in any trouble. I can drive you into town, I’m going there myself.”

That piqued my interests. Sure, there was a church in town but it rarely had any outside clergy visiting. “You here to see Father Dan?”

He laughed and nodded. “We’re old friends actually. He wanted me to come in and help him with some upcoming charity work.”

I smiled and nodded. “He sure likes his charities.”

“My name is Father Mitchell,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake.

I was about to do so but something told me not to.

I smiled instead. “I’m sure Gerard will be along any minute now”

He smiled and nodded. “I’ll wait with you until he comes.”

“That’s ok, I’m good.”

“No I insist,” he said cordially. “What kind of man of the cloth would I be if I left a young girl such as yourself alone this late at night? I mean you never know what kinds of things lurk in the dark.”

I was about to say something to counter that when I heard the sirens. I saw the lights a moment later and suddenly Gerard’s ranger was there. I’m not sure where the hell he’d been but boy was I glad to see him. He pulled up real slow; the headlight’s bathing both our cars. Father Mitchell shielded his eyes from them. A moment later, Gerard got out of the front seat. He instinctively put his hand to his hip, most likely keeping it close to his gun.

“Everything ok, Misty?”

I stuck my head out of the window. “I’m good; the Father here was just keeping me company until you arrived.”

Gerard nodded. “Thank you, Father, but I’ve got things from here.”

Father Mitchell smiled. “I’ll be on my way then, it was nice talking to you, Misty.”

He headed back to his car. I found myself relaxing as soon as I saw him get in and pull away. It was funny but I never even realized I tensed up until he was gone. The car headed straight for town, I watched until it was out of sight. Gerard watched too, never taking his hand off his hip the whole time.

“Wow” he said as the car disappeared. “I never thought I’d be creeped out by a priest before.”

I nodded. “Me too.”

I had a right to be creeped out too. I’m not sure who he was but there was no way he was here to see Father Dan. For one thing, Father Dan didn’t do charities of any kind and for another, Father Dan didn’t exist. I called his bluff. I’m not sure if he caught on but he seemed like the kind of guy who made it his habit of knowing things. Well now, he knew I was on to him, whatever it was he was up too that is. I couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t going to be my last run in with Father Mitchell.

I turned to Gerard, giving him a look. “And where the hell were you?”

“Someone called in a prowler,” he said sheepishly. “Which was bogus. I got there and whoever it was, he was long gone. Waste of my time if you ask me.”

Waste of time indeed.

I’m not sure what the hell was going on but why did I have this funny feeling it had something to do with Uncle Reg coming back into town.

To Be Continued...

Thanks in advance...~Enemyoffun.

I Bump Back Part-3

Author:

Enemyoffun

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Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Serial Chapter

Genre:

Transformations

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

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I Bump Back
Part Three

by:
Enemyoffun

Misty Curtis' punishment is almost at an end
and her life might finally go back to normal,

that is if Fate doesn't interfere.

Author's Note:Here's Ch.3. I understand that a few of you thought my flashbacks a bit confusing but I'm sad to say that they're not going on anywhere anytime soon. They're important to this story. Writer's try new things all the time to break up the monotony of writing the same every single time they write. However this isn't the first time I've written this way and it won't be the last. I'd like to thank djkauf for the excellent editing.~Enemyoffun.

THREE

Present

March 19th

I couldn’t get the other day’s encounter out of my head. It wasn’t just the whole screwy “not turning back” thing either. Sure that was in my mind as well but foremost in my thoughts was Father Mitchell aka “The Fake Priest”. I say fake priest because I did a little research into the matter after I got home. Ok, in the morning, and after a stern talking from my father but I digress. It turns out he didn’t exist, at least not as far as any church knew. I made a few phone calls. Ok, so actually Father Marcus made a few calls. He’s the actual priest of Ravencrest. We don’t have a huge parish in town and the church is kind of small but Father Marcus was able to make the proper calls. One of his professors at the seminary he went to had a direct line to the Vatican.

Father Mitchell was not a member of any parish within several hundred miles of Ravencrest or New York for that matter. Father Marcus’ friend said he’d do more digging into the matter but it was clear that whoever he was, he wasn’t here in town on church business. I knew there was something off about him the moment I talked to him. He had this vibe that sent chills down my spine. Whoever the slime was, Gerard had a sketch artist working on his face now. If he was in Ravencrest to cause problems then he was in for it for sure.

Not that there was anyone stupid enough to cause problems in this town.

Sure Dad and his deputies were on top of things, of course, but they weren’t the real power behind taking care of things.

I sighed, trying not to think about it. I was told to leave it alone and that’s exactly what I was going to do. There were things in this town---things all over the world----and most people didn’t even know were there. They were the Unseen things, the things that hid in the shadows and the nightmares of children. Sure a lot of them were dangerous but it was clear that most of them just wanted to be left alone. Ravencrest was apparently home to a lot of these things. When I first learned the truth about it, it scared the fuck out of me. I thought it was pretty fucking crazy too.

There are things that bump in the night…

The ringing of my phone interrupted my thoughts. I pushed myself up from my bed, sighing heavily. Without even looking, I snatched the cell from my bedside table and clicked it on.

“Hey babe.”

Hearing Mark’s voice made my heart skip a beat. It was so good to hear him talk. It was really strange to think that I would even think of a guy the way I do now but I couldn’t help it. When he held me in those big strong arms of his, I melted. Out of all the things about turning back into Mike, he was the biggest thing I was going to miss.

“I miss you,” I said, choking up a bit.

Mark was only a part time student at RU. He came and went like the wind, his words, not mine. His family lived about fifty miles away. He was only in town for three days a week before he went back home to work. His parents owned a small printing business there and he spent all the time not in school there. He was going to school to be a writer. It’s funny really; I never was really into the brainy ones as Mike but I knew it impressed the hell out of me. Of course, as Mike I wasn’t into guys at all. I was all about the dumb sluts who could put out for me. Sure I pined for the smart ones---girls like Dana---but I always knew they were way out of my league. Apparently Mark was as well. Or he was before.

It was weird really. I had my memories of course but there were also memories of the Misty me too. I knew for instance that “she” liked Mark a lot but felt she wasn’t good enough for him. She also felt the only way to have a real relationship with him was to fuck him then push him away. It was the way she handled things apparently. I’m not really sure why though. It was like a piece of her was missing. There had to be something there but whatever it was, I didn’t have access to that little bit of “her” psyche.

“How did the meet go?”

I smiled. “We won of course.”

I quickly filled him in on the events of the other day. Of course, I left out the encounter with both Alexis and Father Mitchell. Mark and I had no secrets of course but there were just some things I was sure not even he could handle.

“You ok, babe?” he asked after I was done. “You sound a little distant.”

“A lot on my mind.”

“Spill.”

“It’s stupid.”

“Mel, we’ve been officially dating for what two months now. We promised we’d tell each other everything remember?”

“Its just stuff….my uncle…school….the usual.”

“Your uncle” There was an edge in his voice when he spoke. “He’s not back is he?”

“Dad says he came back into town the other night. He’s got Stephanie watching him though. So there’s no need for you to worry. Trust me, I promise I won’t go anywhere near him.”

“You better not, the last time…”

“I know, I know.”

The last time had been a disaster. It was small on my list of things to worry about though. Uncle Reg was practically harmless. Sure, he creeped me out the first time but after Dad ran him off everything was fine. Him I could handle, it was everything else. Though it wasn’t bothering me when I was awake, every time I closed my eyes I couldn’t help but see Alexis’s face. Well actually the look on her face when that crossbow bolt went through the window and killed her. She looked surprised. I mean she was this Thing, this Thing powerful enough to change my gender and alter reality and then she was gone. It was the scariest thing I’d ever seen. There had been so much blood too.

Last night and the night before I barely slept. When I did, there was the dreams. The horrible nightmares of living it over and over. The craziest thing was that in my dreams I was the one who fired the crossbow that killed her. The scariest part though was that I was happy she was dead. Sure she was the bitch that did this to me in the first place---changed me into a girl and ruined my life but she was also the one who saved it. It was strange really. Back then---after the change----I was so scared and confused, I hated everyone and everything. I lashed out. I wanted to die in fact. I was convinced my life was over and no one could help me.

Things changed of course but not before I was lost.

Lost

I felt like I was trapped in that Alice Cooper song. I was in a twisted nightmare and I sure as hell wasn’t enjoying it.

I’d been this “Misty” for a few days now and it was the worst few days of my life. As it turns out, I was right about my new life. Misty was indeed the school slut, a slut that every guy seemed to want to bang or supposedly had. Everyone hated me too. The girls thought I was a tramp and the guys thought I was an easy lay. It didn’t help that my wardrobe reflected that. There wasn’t a single piece of clothing that I owned that could even be considered normal. Don’t even get me started on my friends or rather former friends. In this reality, I was, of course, never on the football team and all of my friends were now assholes to me. What’s worse, all of my former conquests were bitches too.

So I was a friendless slut that everyone hated.

What’s worse was all the staring.

Here I was sitting in Math class and doing everything, I possibly could not to get noticed. It was kind of hard considering the halter top and jean skirt I was compelled to wear this morning. That’s right, compelled. It turns out that I couldn’t keep myself from wearing this shit. It was horrible. The last few nights I’d literally cried myself to sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried and here I was doing it nonstop now. Fucking female hormones. I was being punished though. At least that’s what the fucking note said. After finding it on my vanity, I tore open the envelope and found a simple written card inside. There was a short message: “Your punishment begins now. You have four months, see ya soon sweetie.” That was it, no other clue as to who or what was going on. I had a pretty good feeling that it was that bitch from the bar but I couldn’t be certain. Hell I couldn’t even figure out what the fuck was happening to me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of my cell, signaling a text. I quickly reached into my purse---groan. I pulled out the pink razor phone---gag me. I checked the text and wanted to gag ever more: HEY BABE. WE STILL ON FOR TONIGHT-J. Who the hell was J and why was he asking me if we were still on? Ok I’m pretty sure I knew the answer to the second question even if it made me want to hurl. There was no way in hell I was going to hook up with anybody. It was bad enough I woke up in that motel room with Mr. Rock Hard Abs.

I ignored the text. Unfortunately, another one buzzed a few seconds later.

I NEED AN ANSWER BABE.

Who the fuck was this prick.

I was about to stick the phone back into my purse when it buzzed a third time. I didn’t even bother to look at it though.

“Miss Curtis, are we interrupting you?”

The reality may have shifted but regardless of that, Miss Dawkins was still an old hag.

“No ma’am.”

I shoved my phone in my purse, shutting it off as I did so.

The rest of the class was pretty uneventful. I kept getting the feeling that I was being watched though. It was like several eyes were burning into the back of head. I couldn’t help but feel that there was something else too, something unnatural. I glanced around a bit to see but there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Try as I might though, I couldn’t shake the feeling. Thankfully though as soon as the bell rang to end class, I rushed out into the hall with the rest of my “peers”. As soon as I was in the hallway, the feeling went away.

I started toward my locker, keeping my head down as I did. I was halfway there when I got that strange feeling again. It was this overwhelming sense that something didn’t feel right or someone didn’t feel right. I raised my head slightly, looking at the faces as I passed them. Everyone looked normal but there were a few people that seemed to make me feel something. It was this slight twinge in the pit of stomach, almost like a cramp. I tried to push the feeling away and was successful until I passed by a group of girls by their lockers. I looked directly at them and cringed.

It was that bitch Tracy Locke and her psychotic freak of a friend.

Malice still dressed like one of those Goth freaks. Believe it or not, things might have been different now but no matter what reality, she was still a bitch. I was about to make a snide comment when I noticed something. It was subtle and very quick but I saw it nevertheless. For a split second, Tracy’s face seemed to change before my eyes. First, I saw the face of her loser brother Trevor---my former punching bag---then I saw something else, something feral. Her eyes flashed yellow and her face morphed into that of a dog. It happened so quick that I thought I was seeing things. I blinked a few times but whatever it was, it was gone.

Freak. Beast. Sissy.

What the hell was that?

I continued to stare at them, wondering if whatever it was I saw might come back but it didn’t. Thankfully, neither of them noticed me so I moved back into the crowd and made my way toward my locker. I was a few feet away when I noticed I had a visitor. Jason and I were friends as long as I could remember. His family---the Wrights---lived down the street from me. Our mothers used to car pool with one another. I had a lot of friends as Mike but Jason was probably the closest one I had, I guess you could call that a best friend. Growing up the two of us were inseparable, sadly things were a bit different. Sure, he was the quarterback on the team and sure we still hung out on a regular basis but our friendship was not like it used to be.

Thankfully, it looked like we might have some kind of relationship in this reality too.

I smiled as I approached my locker.

“Hey Jay” I said, hoping we were that informal.

He smiled. “You have a minute, Mist?”

I nodded. He smiled and started walking, so I obediently followed. We didn’t walk far though. He stopped in front of the janitor’s closet, knocking on the door before he opened it. I felt something in the pit of my stomach, something I didn’t like. Before I could act on that something though, he grabbed my arm and pushed me inside. Shit. I banged into the back wall, my head hitting the racks of shit there. It hurt. Jason shut the door behind him, locking it as he did so.

“You ignored me” he said, an edge to his voice.

Ignored him? Shit, the texts. So “J” was Jason. I should have known. Of course, this new life wouldn’t give me any friends. The note said I was being punished so this was just another twisted part of it. Just great.

“I was in class.”

He snorted. “That’s never stopped you before.”

“Sorry, it’s my time of the month” I said, lying quickly.

Girls use that excuse with me a lot. It was their attempt to get out of sex. Of course, it never really worked on me.

Jason smirked. I guess it didn’t work on him either.

“You make me so hot and bothered,” he said, closing the distance between us rather quickly.

I tried to move but he put both of his arms on either side of me, blocking my escape. As the quarterback, he was strong. I mean I was pretty strong too or at least I was but Jason had arms that were like pistons. There was no way I was going to get out of this unless I did something drastic. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to do something that might cause further harm to myself.

“I mean you dress like that and you strut around like that,” he said, his face inches from mine, running his hand through my hair. “You make me want to do unthinkable things.”

“Maybe before but not anymore.”

The edge returned to his voice. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

His hand snapped from my hair to my shoulder. He gave it a hard squeeze, shooting pain through my entire left side.

“Jason you’re hurting me.”

“Saying those things hurt me too babe. We’re good together. Sure I can’t bring you home to Mom and dad but let’s face it; you and I are going to be nothing more than casual fuck buddies. It just hurts me when you think you can break it off when you want to.”

Shit. So this reality’s Jason was the complete opposite. Jay was always a decent guy, sure he was a little possessive with things but I never thought he was like this with girls too?

“I’m not into it anymore.”

He laughed. “We both know that’s a lie.”

He started to unbutton his pants with his free hand. Was this son of a bitch actually going to try to do me here? I shook my head, not on my watch. Misty Curtis might have been some kind of easy whore but, news flash, I wasn’t her. Whoever she might have been---whoever she was in the past----I wasn’t her. I was Mike Curtis and no one and I mean no one fucked with me.

I started to struggle but his hand was still holding tightly to me.

He laughed. “It’s almost like you don’t want this, bitch.”

“News flash asshole, I don’t.”

What I did next I wasn’t proud of because it broke the unwritten rules of guyhood but right now I wasn’t a guy. So kneeing him in the nuts seemed like the right thing to do. It worked real well too. Jason groaned as his eyes practically popped out of his head. I didn’t just knee him; I put everything I had behind the kneeing so he really got it. I’m sure it didn’t help that his pants were around his ankles and the only thing protecting his boys were his boxers. He doubled over in pain regardless, letting me go and giving me a chance to flee. I took the opportunity by pushing his ass into the far wall and making a break for the door. I fumbled with the lock before pulling open the door and rushing into the hall. As soon as I got out into the hallway, I burst into tears.

I’m not sure how I ended up in the bathroom but that’s where I found myself a moment later. I went into one of the stalls, hoping that no one would find me there. I think I sat there the whole period crying which blew my mind. I’m Mike Curtis, I wasn’t some sissy. I wasn’t some freak like Trevor Locke. Trevor, where the hell was that little twerp anyway. I knew I twigged on it before. How he disappeared and that bitch of a sister showed up. She actually rejected me too. A girl like that turning down me? A girl…girl?...wait where did she come from anyway. For that matter, where did that Cindy Harper come from too?

I saw her on the field the other day, practicing with the girls. She was so hot and cute; she made me stiff in all the right places. But she just came out of nowhere too. She just popped up like Tracy, arriving just as her cousin Craig seemed to disappear. Cindy and Tracy, Craig and Trevor. Oh God, was it that? It was crazy but it was also the only thing. Were they like me? It was weird how two guys just disappeared and two girls who happened to be related just showed up days afterwards. How in the hell did no one else not notice?

Locke really was a freak. He was a freak who was now somehow a girl.

A girl like me.

What the fuck was going on in this town?

I heard the bell ring in the distance. I missed a whole class. Big fucking deal. It wasn’t the first time and it wasn’t the last. Besides if things were still slightly the same then I had that class with that stupid motherfucker Jason. I started to cry again, crap why the fuck was I crying so damn much.

I heard the bathroom door open a second later. Why the fuck didn’t I lock that?

Someone came into the room. I heard them walk toward one of the stalls then stop; I saw their feet outside of my stall. Then they knocked gently on my door.

“Go away” I sobbed, not realizing I’d been crying that much.

“I can’t do that,” said a voice and the door opened.

Great, Tracy fucking Locke. Just what I needed.

“Its you” I snapped. “What the fuck do you want?”

There was a pause before she spoke and as soon as the words came out of her mouth; my whole world seemed to crash around me.

“You ok, Mike?”

Mike, did she just call me Mike. Did someone else know who I was? How was that even possible? I felt that feeling again, that tingling in my gut. Then I saw her face change. First, I saw Trevor then I saw the beast again, the dog hidden beneath her skin.

What the fuck was going on?

Our conversation spread out from there a bit. Of course, I was freaked that she knew who I was and of course, she denied it. I couldn’t help but think there was more to it than that. I jumped to a few conclusions, calling Malice a witch and blaming her for everything. Hey, I was angry. Besides who’s to say she wasn’t involved with this somehow. I lost it even more when she suggested I go to the nurse’s office, making it sound like I was crazy. I wasn’t crazy. I know what was happening here. I was a guy and now I’m a girl and somehow magic was involved. Yes magic, it was the only explanation.

Anger got the better of me as I pushed past her and out into the hall.

I heard the bell for the next class ring but I didn’t feel much like going. I started down the hall, toward the nearest exit. Maybe if I got home and figured things out, lied down or something. As I headed for the door, I couldn’t help but pass a few other kids. Though most were normal, one of them gave me a bad feeling again. She was that singing girl, the one that came here over the summer. When I brushed past her, I could swear I saw she had gills or something. What the fuck was going on here? My head started to pound and I suddenly felt very faint.

Shit, don’t tell me I’m going to be one of those losers who passes out in the hall.

I shook my head and turned around, trying to make it to the nurses after all. After a few feet though, my feet felt like lead then the whole world seemed to fall out from under me. I vaguely remember hearing someone scream then everything went black.

Present

“A priest, are you sure?”

I nodded and Maggie looked confused.

It was strange what a few precious months did to a person. Before I never even would have considered someone like Maggie Wilkes as friend material but she was cool in her own weird way. Our friendship had blossomed quite a bit since Kelly left too. She was the one who got us together of course. You could almost say she was the catalyst that set both our lives on the right track. I told her that every day when we video chatted on Skype. It was cool to know that though my life was hell, Kelly refused to accept what others thought of me and befriended me regardless. Maggie had been the same way. Of course, that led other people into friending me as well. Sure Mike was a popular guy but that was because I knew how to catch a ball well. As Misty, I had friends because they wanted to hang out with me, not because I was good at something. Sure, I was still an athlete---both volleyball and track, but it was more than that. I was different person now and I was damn certain Kelly had something to do with that.

“Why would a priest come into this town, I mean sure we’re a little weird but we’re not worthy of having more than one.”

“But he’s not a priest.”

She nodded and looked even more confused.

Maggie and I were a few of the Norms in town that were in the “know”. We tried not to talk about it but every once and a while something just didn’t feel right to keep it bottle up inside. The priest thing for instance. Of course, I didn’t tell her about the whole Alexis thing. The only ones who knew who I really was before were the Unseen and they liked to talk about those things even less than I liked thinking about them.

“Did you tell your Dad, I mean did you tell him how you found out the guy wasn’t a priest?”

I shook my head. Sure Dad was a lot cooler now but he made it pretty clear that he wanted me to concentrate on being a teenager and leave the adult stuff to the adults. I’m sure Gerard told him about Father Mitchell but there was more important things around here than investigating strange priests who came wandering into town. I thought about contacting one of Them, using the emergency number they gave me but I wasn’t ready for that. Besides, They gave me the willies. Sure they were supposed to be the good guys but there was something about Them that rubbed me the wrong way.
I was pretty certain it was nothing too.

Ok, that was a lie but it was a lie that made me feel better.

“Maybe I’m just being paranoid.”

Maggie bit her lip. “You want me to ask Tracy to….”

“No” I snapped and then quickly apologized. “Sorry, I just don’t want her help.”

Maggie frowned. “You two need to get over whatever it is that happened. Tracy is a cool person. She’d see that you were too if you gave her a chance.”

Sure and the fact that I was the bully that terrorized her for years. Yeah not happening any time soon. Sure, I felt a great deal of remorse over it now but there weren’t enough sorries to make up for all the shit I did to her. No, Tracy Locke and I never were going to be friends and I was ok with that. Besides, I don’t think I could actually be friends with one of Them anyway. Anytime I got too close, I started to feel sick and I hated when that happened.

“I’ll figure it out on my own.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Beats the hell out of me.”

We changed subjects after that. Maggie had really become a different person since hanging with me. Well ok, Kelly probably had a great deal to do with that as well. It was strange how much she had an effect on both of us. Before Maggie was kind of shy and barely spoke; now she was very outgoing and extremely popular. She slipped in and out of all the clichés like she was a born politician. I’d changed quite a bit too but it was more subtle I think. I’m not sure what overall effect Kelly might have left other than the fact that she showed me just because I was different didn’t mean I couldn’t try to change myself. That’s why I agreed to join the volleyball and why I eventually accepted Mark’s date invitation. Just because I was being punished, it didn’t me I should be punishing myself too.
After talking about clothes and boys for the next twenty minutes, the bell ending lunch finally rang. I took our trays to the trash. On my way there, I saw a few more of Them. Thankfully my “Freak Sense” started tingling and I was able to avoid looking at them directly. It was worse when I looked in their faces. I’m not sure what the hell was wrong with me but whatever it was, it allowed me to see what was hidden. It was a really creepy.

The two girls I passed looked at me strangely. I smiled and dumped our crap.

As I turned to follow the flood of students out of the cafeteria, I could sight of a figure at the end of the hall. At first, I thought he was Bernie, the janitor but as I pushed further out of the cafeteria, I realized I knew exactly who it was. It was Father Mitchell. He was at the end of the hall, just standing there like he belonged there. I looked to the other students to see if they noticed but if they did, no one seemed to react. The two of us stared at one another for the longest time, sizing each other up, waiting for the other to make the first move.

I broke the stalemate and started pushing toward him.

I got a lot of rude comments as I practically shoved people out of the way to get to him. When I got closer, I saw a smirk spread across his smug face before he headed toward one of the exits. I made a rush to follow. I was almost at the door when one of the teachers stopped me.

“Miss Curtis, where the hell do you think you’re going?”

It was Mr. Spencer, one of the physics teachers.

“I saw some creepy looking dude at the end of the hall, he was staring at me. At the other girls too.”

The look on Spencer’s face was priceless. Teachers didn’t take too kindly to hearing that there were strange men on the school grounds, especially ones staring at their female students. Spencer urged me to go to class and told me he’d take care of it. I smiled and nodded, turning and heading back the other way. I peered over my shoulder as Spencer rushed toward the exit. What bothered me about it was Mitchell. He was right outside Spencer’s classroom. He was practically ten feet from the door and yet Spencer never saw him there?

Who the hell was this guy anyway and what the hell did he want in my town.

To Be Continued...

Thanks in advance...~Enemyoffun.

I Bump Back Part-4

Author:

Enemyoffun

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Serial Chapter

Genre:

Transformations

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

I Bump Back
Part Four

by:
Enemyoffun

Misty Curtis' punishment is almost at an end
and her life might finally go back to normal,

that is if Fate doesn't interfere.

Author's Note:So guess who's back! Not only is this a new Misty chapter, its also the return of me! I'd like to thank everyone who understood my need for a break and I'm glad to be. I did a lot of thinking and brainstorming in my time. I came to the conclusion that I'm going to be putting the DRU on the back burner but that I wanted to finish this and Kelly's sequel before I stopped writing the DRU. I have some new stuff planned in the future that I'm really excited for :)I'd like to thank djkauf for the excellent editing.~Enemyoffun.

FOUR

Possibly, Found?

When I opened my eyes, I thought for sure the last few days had been just some horrible nightmare and everything was back to the way things were meant to be. The woman in the bar, turning into a slutty girl, waking up in the motel room, all the crap at school…everything. I mean this wasn’t some fucked up movie; guys didn’t turn into girls overnight. The idea of it was the craziest fucking thing in the world. I mean sure there were surgeries and things for people who wanted that stuff but I was Mike Curtis, I was more guy than most of the guys at school. Me turning into a girl, which was the craziest fucking thing in the world.

Then I opened my eyes and the evidence was staring right at me.

Two bumps on my chest.

The nightmare continues.

However, it was continuing in a very strange place. Looking around I was a bit disoriented at first. The room I was in had white walls and bright lights. I blinked a few times; then ran my tongue over my dry lips. I was on a cot, the soft surface the only thing that was comforting me at the moment. Sitting up, I saw once again the offending foreign bodies on my chest. I tried not to think about the skimpy little shirt I was wearing nor the denim skirt. Like I said, new me was a slut. A slut whose wardrobe was severely lacking. All part of whatever fucked up punishment this was. Why didn’t that bitch just kill me, why’d she to do this to me. Sure I didn’t want to die but the alternative…

What the hell am I thinking? Life was more important than death even if it meant living a fucked up one now.
I took a better look around the room. Besides the overwhelming whiteness, I noticed the tacky Feel Good posters on the walls, the bookshelf in the corner, the filing cabinets and the desk. There was a rather large window, the blinds up, allowing a great deal of light to pour into the room. The nurse’s office, I’d been here once or twice. I sprained my ankle last year during practice and the coach sent me here. Then there was the year before when I nearly broke my finger during gym class. Of course, back then the nurse hadn’t been so hot.

The door on the far side of the room started to open.

Speaking of hot nurse…

Nurse Williams was an eleven on the scale. She had perfect everything---hair, boobs, body and face----the whole packet. It helped a lot that she always seemed to flaunt it without trying. The pants she wore were tight but not too much and her tops always seemed to show off just enough cleavage to tease. Today was no different, though the white doctor’s coat seemed to throw things off a bit. It didn’t shatter the illusion but it didn’t help. It was just a shame that there wasn’t some kind of school dress code for the nurse because I could only imagine how good she would look in one of those cute white outfits.

“Good afternoon Miss Curtis” she said with a smile, slipping into the chair nearby.

The way she said “miss” made me want to kiss her. There was no content in voice like most of the other adults around me. Even when my father talked to me, it was in a tone that said he loved me but was repulsed too. It was a bit unsettling and to tell you the truth, it was starting to make me want to jump in front of a bus.

“What am I doing here?”
I tried to remember what happened but things were a bit of a blur. The last thing I could remember was going into the girl’s bathroom in tears. If I ever saw that fucking bastard Jason again I was going to run his ass over with my new car---well new old car.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

There was no way I was going to tell her what that son of a bitch tried to do to me so I simply shrugged. “I was on my way out of the bathroom,” I said, hoping it was enough.

She nodded. She had a pad of paper with her and wrote something down. “One of your fellow students found you passed out in the hallway. Do you remember that?”

Now that she mentioned it, some things were starting to come back to me. I was getting vague recollections. Something about Tracy Locke in the bathroom then leaving, feeling really dizzy then passing out. Sadly that’s all I had. It’s all I could remember anyway. I told the nurse---Melissa---that. She asked us to call her by her first name, said it was easier. It helped that she wasn’t that much older than us. I guess the school didn’t mind either because no one in authority complained about it.

Melissa stared a long time at me. Her gaze was starting to make me feel extremely uncomfortable. There was something else too, something tingling. It was in my head, starting to make me feel dizzy. As I watched her stare, I couldn’t help but think there was something about her, something different.

WITCH.

The thought just popped into my head. I’m not sure where it came from.

WITCH.

There it was again. I tried to shake it off the tingling wouldn’t go away. I rubbed my temples, hoping she didn’t notice. If she did, she didn’t say. However what she did, say nearly knocked me off the cot:

“What about the other problem?”

“What other problem?” I asked, feeling a bit hot.

“The spontaneous gender change, Michael.”

Holy shit, how in the hell did she know that?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I managed to stammer out.

What the hell was going on here? First, it was that psycho that did this to me then Locke and now her. Locke, of course. In the bathroom, I remember now. She was there, Tracy---Trevor’s “sister”. She wasn’t his sister though, she was Trevor. That little prick. Maybe they were all in on this together. First Locke talks that psycho bitch into turning him into a girl then “she” talks the psycho into doing the same to me. Now Melissa was here to finish the job. Maybe they were going to fuck with my mind, make me think I was always this way. Well there was no way I was going to let them fuck with me anymore.

My heart racing, I threw myself up off the cot. I took a swing at the nurse, trying to connect with her face. In an inhuman amount of speed she easily threw off my punch, blocking it like it was nothing. I took another swing but she deflected that as well. Realizing I couldn’t beat her in a straight up fight, I decided to make a break for the door. I got about two feet before my entire body froze. I tried to move but it was as if my body was literally frozen in place. The only thing I could move were eyes. I watched as Melissa slowly got out of her chair and walked around so she was facing me.

“I know you’re scared Michael” she said in a soothing voice “but I’m not going to harm. I want to help you in fact.”

I looked her in the eyes. There was something funky about them. They had this glow. It was radiating out from behind them, almost as if her entire body glowed on the inside except I could only see it through her eyes. She didn’t seem to know though because she didn’t act any different. Of course, maybe she did know and just didn’t care. Regardless it was clear that she was just like that bitch from the bar. The two of them had to be in on this together.

WITCH.

There it was again and now it all made sense.

“I’m using a simple paralysis spell,” she said, taking a step toward me. “I’m going to allow you to speak. I need you to calm down.”

She waved her hand and suddenly I knew my mouth could work.

“HELP!” I screamed as loud as I could. “HELP! THE NURSE IS A FUCKING FREAK!”

She sighed. “They can’t hear you, the room is cushioned. The only ones here now are you and me.”

She took another step closer to me, raising her hand. When she did, she frowned.

“Get the fuck away from me you freak!”

I wasn’t shouting anymore but I clearly wanted her to know that I was going to kick her ass as soon as she let me go.

“Interesting” she said, not even acknowledging my insult. She walked around me, her hair still raised. When she got to my front again, she was frowning still.

“Tell me, when did your gender change?”

“A few days ago.”

A few days, had it only been a few days? It felt like weeks, even months.

“You want to tell me about it?”

“No”

I said no but somehow I found myself spilling my guts to her. I’m not sure how it happened actually but as soon as I started, I couldn’t stop. It felt really good too, like a huge weight had been lifted from me. As I talked, I found myself crying. When I finally got to the end, I completely broke down. I ended up in Melissa’s arms, not even sure when she removed her freeze spell from me. As I cried on her shoulder, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell kind of world did I really live in. Magic existed, witches existed? It was messed up and crazy and all I wanted to do was crawl into a whole and hide.

When I finally finished crying, Melissa stroked my hair.

Mom used to do that. It’d been so long since I cried like that and even longer since someone held me like that.

“Its ok, we’re going to figure all of this out.”

“How?”

She gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “That should help. It will kill this compulsion of yours, this predisposition to dress and act a certain way. I can’t change people’s opinions of you but at least that’s a start.”

“For real?” I asked, not feeling any different.

She nodded. “The Compulsion was not a part of the original curse, just an added bonus.”

“What about the other part, the girl thing?”

She shook her head. “Way beyond me. I know some people who might be willing to help though if you’re willing?”

I nodded. Anything to get to the bottom of this and return to normal.

“I’ll make a few calls; then contact you as soon as I get things organized.”

I wanted to kiss her. “Thank you, you have no idea…”

I started to cry again and she held me again.

I closed my eyes and just for a slight moment, I thought of Mom.

March 20th

“Did you get a vibe from him?”

I shook my head, sitting calmly across from Melissa in her living room. After debating it all day yesterday, I knew I had to tell someone about my new “friend”. That someone just happened to be Melissa. Not that I really had a lot of options. I knew I couldn’t go to Dad, he would just tell me there was some kind of mistake. I was right to suspect that Gerard didn’t report it either. I asked him about it when I saw him yesterday after school. He apparently didn’t see anything too suspicious about a priest traveling through town. That’s what it was, too. As far as anyone was concerned, Father Mitchell had come and gone. I did a little recon of my own too and sure enough, I couldn’t find the man anywhere. I even checked with our one motel---Kenny the manager crumbled to my “wits”. He checked the database and found no one.

Hey being a girl had its advantages.

Melissa had been my only option left. If she and her people could find Mitchell then that was one last problem, I had to worry about. Of course, there was still the huge elephant in the room but we barely ever discussed that one.

I answered her question with a shake of my head. “He’s not one of you. At least not one that I was able to discern.”

Melissa was the only other person around who knew exactly what I could do. It was really hard to put into words but I guess I was like some kind of Unseen Detector. I’m not sure how it worked exactly but somehow when I was near one of Them I got this strange sick, tingling feeling. In the case of some of them---like Witches---I saw beyond their human guises. Not that they looked anything other than human but Witches for instance had this internal glow about them. Thankfully, it was something I had learned to control. It was a bit of a pain in the ass during those early days though.

It helped to have someone like her as a confidant though.

“We can look into it but I’m not sure what you want us to do. He didn’t outwardly threaten you or anyone else and as far as you can tell, the only thing strange he did was linger around the school.”

I sighed. I figured she’d say that. Hey maybe I was being paranoid and it was nothing. Sure, the guy creeped me out majorly but it was possible that he was completely harmless. There was something about him though, something I didn’t like in the least. It was the way he approached me the other night, the way he talked to me. Every time I thought about it sent shivers down my spine. Then there was the timing of it all too. It seemed very coincidental that this guy just happens to show up mere minutes after someone kills the only thing out there that could change me back.

“Maybe I’m just overreacting” I sighed again, admitting my frustration with it all.

At least I was to the point of admitting when I was wrong. Months ago, there was no way I’d ever do that. In some ways, this gender change was the best thing for me, in others I’d never fully get used to it. Now I didn’t have that option, I was Melanie for life.

“It’s good to be cautious and paranoid every once in a while” she said with a smile.

I nodded. “So what do we do if he turns out to be something else?”

“It gets handled.”

“I want to help.”

“That’s not a good idea.”

We left it at that. I knew there was no point trying to argue the matter. If this was an Unseen thing, it was none of my business anyway. I agreed long ago not to get involved with their problems. It was bad enough that I stumbled onto them in the first place. For a while, they couldn’t quite figure out what they wanted to do with me. After all, it’s not like they could make me forget them. If they did, I’d just rediscover them with my “gift”. I think that really pissed them all off. Here I was---a Norm with a way to see them and there was nothing they could do about it. Sure there were threats but they were still pretty idle.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that most of them wanted me gone.

Melissa and I sat there for a while after that. We weren’t friends. Sure she was my only connection to this world besides Maggie of course but I only came to her when something felt off. There were a few times over the last couple of months that I’d come running. Every time she took my info and passed it on to her superiors. I never found out what became of it because as far they were concerned it wasn’t my concern. That never bothered me in the least. I had a gift and they were going to use me as they saw fit. If I helped them great, if it was useless I never helped either way. It was pretty shitty but who was I to complain. I wasn’t one of Them and was glad of that.

“So do you want to talk about it?” she asked after our long period of silence.

I knew exactly what the “it” was.

“Not particularly.”

Melissa nodded. “They’re going to notice you know. There was a plan here, a time table and a deadline. You know what might happen if…”

I cut her off. “I know and I don’t care.”

Her expression changed. If there was one thing I liked about her was that she cared too much. It was good because she cared about me more than anyone else in my life. Sure Dad was overprotective of this me but I’m not sure he cared as much as she did. Melissa was that kind of person and I loved her for it. I hated her for it too. That caring made it too hard for me. I really wanted to fold, to collapse into a puddle and open myself wide. I wanted to tell her about all my doubts and fears. I wanted to cry into her shoulder for hours but there was just no way I could let myself become that person.

She reached to touch my arm and I quickly pulled away. “I’m good.”

“If you need someone to…”

“I’m good” I said a little more sternly.

She nodded. She regained a sense of composure. “Is there anything else you’d like to discuss?”

Sure there was…a whole shit load.

“Nope I’m good.”

She nodded again. “I’ll inform them about your priest. If anything comes of it…”

“I won’t know,” I said, cutting her off. “I know the drill.”

I stood up and grabbed my coat, not even bothering to say good bye as I left her little apartment. I kept my composure in the elevator. I kept it all the way, until I got in my car. As soon as I shut the door, though I let out the loudest fucking scream. Son of a bitch, I’m an idiot. Why didn’t I tell her about that bitch, why didn’t I tell her what happened. Sure, she was pretty freaked when I knocked on her door and she opened it to see me standing there. I was supposed to be Mike now; I was supposed to be normal now. It was the plan; it was what I told them.

It’s what she told me.

Blessed

Things were different after Melissa helped me. With the compulsion now gone, I was able to get my life back---well some semblance of it. I was still a girl of course but at least I didn’t have to dress like a slut anymore. That didn’t stop people from thinking I was one of course. For the next week afterwards, I still got the calls and texts, all of which I ignored. Thankfully, the only good thing about all of this was that most of the students in school left me alone. Sure, it stung that most of my former friends were now former fuck buddies but I’d get over. It was kind of eye opening to see them from a different point of view as well. Once I thought them to be my compatriots and now I saw them for who they really were---a bunch of assholes. The way they treated others, especially women was atrocious. What’s worse, I used to be just like them. I know slowly began to understand what that bitch Alexis meant when she called this a punishment. Sure she meant for me to be treated like the girls I used to man handle but because of this new life, I was beginning to see how horrible my old one had been.

Whereas life in school was horrible, life at home was refreshing. Melanie’s Dad---the man who my father never was---was the kindest, sweetest man. It blew my mind how someone could change so drastically. Sure Mom was still dead and still had died in the same way but it was as if having a daughter somehow changed how my father reacted to it. I knew from my new memories he still fell to drink but unlike my former self, this new me actually helped him through the hard times. I got him to join a support group both for his drinking and for the loss of his spouse. It helped a lot. Ironically, it was Melanie who fell apart. It didn’t take long for her to fall into a bad crowd, finding her own brand of punishment by turning a good life around.

I call her Melanie because she wasn’t me, not really anyway. As far as I was concerned, I was still Mike, at least partially anyway. The last few weeks had been sobering to say the least.

My new friends were helping.

I did intend to make friends. I wanted to be left alone but that didn’t seem to deter them from trying. First, it was the new girl, Kelly. It was funny; I thought she was a boy at first. I think she might have been actually but this being the town that it is; I’m not going to judge especially given my situation. What surprised me though was her nature---she was one of Them. Of course she didn’t know I knew but it was hard not to. She glowed inside just like Melissa did. It was strange actually. I never actually thought I could be friends with a Witch and yet I couldn’t stop being friends with her.

Then there was Maggie.

Back when I was Mike, I used to torment the poor girl. Maybe not as bad as I did Trevor but Maggie got a lot of it. I was a dick and I wish I could apologize for it but of course, she couldn’t remember. Maggie was a Norm and somehow whatever reality altering thing that Alexis did made her think I was a girl just like everyone else. I knew from Melanie’s memories that she and Maggie had never been friends. Melanie never even knew Maggie existed in fact. The only friends she ever really had were the guys she screwed around with. The only real friends I had turned out to be the very same ones. So Maggie and Kelly were like a breath of fresh air to me. I actually forgot what it was like to be around people and actually have them care about you.

Then there was Mr. Adonis aka Mark.

I’m not even going to go there. It was clear that Melanie hadn’t thought of him as anything more than a fuck buddy but he seemed to think a great deal of her---of me too apparently. Ever since waking up in that motel room with him, he hasn’t stopped texting. First, it was asking when we could get together again and then when I didn’t respond it was several inquiries about my health. It was strange but I think he genuinely cared about her, I mean me, I mean…oh hell.

It was the middle of November when things took an interesting turn.

I got a summons to report to Melissa’s office at the end of school. I was a little anxious because the last time I’d been in there she told me about the punishment curse. I was a little surprised when I showed up to find the principal, Ms. Craven, and an older woman already waiting with Melissa. When I stepped into the room, Ms. Craven shut the door. Turning to her, I noticed the glow hidden within her. I noticed that a few days ago actually but it was still a little unsettling. I wish I could find a way to turn it off. The old woman had the glow too, hers much stronger than Melissa and the principal but not as strong as the nasty look she was giving me.

That look sent chills up my spine.

“There’s no reason to be afraid Melanie,” said Melissa with a smile. “This is Mrs. Crawford; she’s the head of the Coven here in Ravencrest.”

Coven---that meant witches.

“She’s here to take a look at that curse of yours,” continued Melissa.

I figured as much. I tried to remain calm but it was hard too when the old woman kept staring at me like that. She had this cold blank look.

“You’re Kelly’s grandmother?” I asked but she didn’t say anything.

Melissa nodded her head though.

Great, I’d heard nothing but horrible things about this woman.

Mrs. Crawford took a step toward me then she slowly walked around me much as Melissa did before. After that, she continued to stare for a while longer. After what felt like an eternity, she let out a long sigh before turning toward Ms. Craven.

“You can call them and tell them we won’t need the Inquisitor.”

Ms. Craven seemed to sigh herself before quickly leaving the room.

Mrs. Crawford turned to address Melissa. “You’re right; I’ve never seen the like. You say that every Norm in the whole town believes him to be this girl?”

Melissa nodded. “Whoever cast it sure did a fantastic job. I was only able to remove the compulsion; the curse itself was too interwoven into the fabric of things for me to even try to tamper with it.”

“It’s not a Curse, it’s a Punishment.”

“Punishment?”

Mrs. Crawford looked as if she was about to swallow her tongue. “I could try to remove it but I think I’d do more harm than good. No we’re going to have to let this one run its course.”

“How long do you think that’ll be?” I asked, finding my voice finally.

“From what I’ve been able to ascertain” said Mrs. Crawford, still speaking to Melissa. “He has a few more months; this should run its course by March.”

“Will reality reset itself for her?”

“I don’t know,” said the old woman “I do know that the Caster has to remove it themselves.” She finally turned to me. “Tell me about this person.”

I quickly told her everything I could remember about the woman in the bar---Alexis. When I finished it looked as if the color had drained from the old woman. She didn’t say so but it was clear she knew who Alexis was. Her hand even trembled but only for a second. I don’t think she thought anyone saw but when I did, it didn’t make me feel any more secure. If this super witch was terrified then I knew I was in deep trouble.

“There’s nothing we can do about that,” said the old woman with a sigh. “It’s the other unsettling problem that we need to take care.”

“What other problem?”

Mrs. Crawford reached into her handbag and took out a smooth black stone. She ordered me to hold my hand out and when I did, she placed the stone in it. It was cold to touch and surprisingly heavy. The more I held it though the heavier it got. Then it started to burn. The heat got so intense that I nearly dropped it. The old woman watched with baited interest until she finally snatched the stone away from me. I half expected to see a nasty burn on my palm but there was nothing there. She stuck the stone back into her purse and took a quick in-take of breath.

“A Blessed”.

Melissa looked surprised. “Are you sure?”

“The stone never lies.”

A Blessed, what the hell was she talking about?

“Here in Ravencrest? But how and why?”

Mrs. Crawford turned on me. “You what’s your last name?”

“Curtis.”

She shook her head. “Your mother, what was her maiden name?”

I had to think about it before I answered. “Ummm….it was Cane.”

Mrs. Crawford cursed. “I should have known.”

What the hell was going on?

“I want you to call the rest of the Coven; we need to bind her immediately.”

“Won’t that have severe damage? I’ve read about binding them, it’s not easy. It’s dangerous in fact.”

“If what you say is true and she can see us for what we are, we have no choice. If the others find out about her, especially Wisteria, there’s no telling what might happen. We need to nip this in the bud and fast.”

“She can help us.”

Mrs. Crawford scoffed. “No Cane has ever given a damn about us…you know what they are…you know what they call them.”

“She’s not like them.”

Mrs. Crawford turned to me, glaring. “I know this one, she’s exactly like them.”

The old woman advanced on me.

I felt my heart jump into my throat. I’m not sure what was going on but I knew I was in trouble. I could only guess that this old bat meant me some harm.

KILL, KILL.

“I’ll take responsibility for her,” said Melissa quickly.

Mrs. Crawford snapped around, glaring at her now. “You’ll do no such thing.”

“She’s not a threat to us. She hasn’t done anything to harm us. She’s friends with your granddaughter even. She knows what we are but has told no one. I know what you think of the Canes, I know what the community as a whole thinks of them too but she’s not like them. Give her some time to prove it to you.”

Mrs. Crawford rubbed her temples then smiled. “Until March, by then it won’t matter regardless. When the Punishment is lifted, so too will the Blessed nature of her blood. She’s in your charge until then. If she steps out of line before then…”

She didn’t finish her sentence but I was pretty certain it wouldn’t have been good.

Mrs. Crawford then turned and swept out the door, not even looking back. I was more confused as ever as I watched her go.

I looked at Melissa. “What just happened?”

She sighed, slumping into her chair. “I think I just saved your life.”

“Ummm thanks I think.”

“Don’t thank me until March.”

I nodded. I was still confused as hell. What the hell was a Blessed and what did any of it have to do with me. I looked at Melissa, ready to ask but it was clear she was no longer in a talking mood. Not that I blamed her, that woman had drained me too. She was definitely a force to be reckoned with, it was no wonder Kelly hated her so much.

I found myself sitting in Melissa’s office with her for a while, neither one of us said a thing to one another for a long time.

“So what do we do now?”

She didn’t answer.

Good, because I was kind of afraid of what she might say.

To Be Continued...

Thanks in advance...~Enemyoffun.