by Shrike

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Author's Note: It is recommended to read the stories Crescent & Crescent City2 before this story. Though this story is separate, it relies on things in those two stories. I'm not the author of those two, but in cooperation with The Professor who is the author, I was granted use of the characters.

Any author is allowed to use my character though I appreciate a heads up and a draft before posting.
 
 
The Lead Up

My father is a terrific specialist in his field of oil drilling. But his racism has always gotten him into trouble. And even worse he dragged me and my younger brother with him. He infused us with his ideas for so long that we were also racists. Even my mother didn't like people of other races that much. But she worked quite well enough with most of them.

Things changed a little a while ago, my dad's employer had enough of his racism and sent him to Louisiana, to New Orleans to be precise. My father was now partially in charge of the rigs in the gulf. But it meant he had to tone down on his beliefs because of the many black people living here. I also had to keep a lower profile in my expressions.

Still I got myself a scholarship to get into law school at Tulane. Why did I get the scholarship? Well first I was a big jock, capable of holding my own in a football game. But that isn't enough. You have to have a good throwing arm, running speed or a large mass to block. I didn't have all of that, but I had something else. A few years ago, I secretly did a Webster & Kline test. I scored only moderate in my magic abilities, but they said it is normal for a male. They said it was something about the Y-chromosome blocking magic. Females did far better in magic.

I did find out my magic talent or power. I didn't tell anyone though. You may ask why, well maybe the same reason that whisperers don't tell. If people know that you are a whisperer, and are aware, then your power doesn't work. I didn't have that problem, but I would be disqualified to play the sports that I did. You see, I'm a precognitive. I can see in the future. Not very far mind you, my power is just a weak one. And it isn't actually like seeing it. It is more a feeling or hunch to me. So somehow I just know where the ball is going to be or what a person is about to do. Because of this I could play a whole range of positions on the field. Mostly I was a wide receiver or running back. Sometimes I was backup quarterback, though my arm wasn't good enough to play full time in that position. Hell I could even play defense sometimes as an interceptor. Sometimes a coach used me just for that. I think they guessed my magic talent. Anyway it paid my way through college and I got a great physique doing the sports. Because of that I never lacked a girlfriend. Right now Elise Jameson, one of the cheerleaders had attached herself to me. And I really liked her too. I was making progress with her, but still hadn't gone past first base. That was ok with me, I was in no rush. I wasn't a virgin anymore, my previous girlfriends had seen to that. I didn't have them as friends anymore though. They were repulsed by my racist remarks that I sometimes uttered. Hopefully I didn't screw it up with Elise.

The day everything changed, I was barging my way through the hall in a hurry. I had just finished my morning run and showered. I didn't want to be too late for Professor Sanderson's lesson and my watch said that it was already too late.

I made my way without so much of a thought about other people. I didn't shy away from a fight anyway. Did I already mention that my magic talent is also very useful in a fight? Well it's very practical. But I digress. As I came to my destination, I noticed that I wasn't late at all, in fact I was early. The previous class was just exiting. I looked at my watch, the damn thing was apparently broken. I moved without watching towards the entrance and bumped into a cute little black girl.

Without thinking I said, "Watch it, Cocoa."

The big black guy next to her started to take offence, "Who do you think you are calling my girlfriend Cocoa."

I wasn't in a good mood and was looking for an outlet. So I looked back with a menacing grin.

"Bring it on, nigger." Now I really had him going.

He started coming at me, but the girl said, "No Brett, he's not worth it." Then she pulled him away from me. Where did she get to power to do that? Oh well I could find myself another victim later and went inside the classroom.

Sanderson started his class very soon after that and I forgot my issues when he started talking about faults. Now this had my interest. This was because of something I had experienced during a holiday in September in New York.

Soon there was an opportunity and I spoke up, "Professor. I have a friend with precognitive power. He was near the WMTC in New York on 9 September. He claimed to have a vision of a big grey cloud trying to smother him just before he fainted."

This started the discussion on the disturbance in New York. We arrived at a possible scenario that a big explosion or something happened in a parallel world, causing the disturbance in ours.

I really liked this class, it gave me possible answers on some of the visions I had been getting. Of course I didn't tell anyone I was the one having the vision. That would ruin my sports participation and my reputation. Imagine if someone knew I had fainted.

A few hours later I found my victim for a fight. I just finished lunch and was watching some of the girls. One girl in particular looked hot. She was Asian with a very revealing outfit. I know what you're thinking. If I'm such a racist, then why would I look at an Asian chick? Well the ideas were pumped in by my dad. But secretly some girls from other races looked very appealing. A few even looked better than white girls. Anyway some Asian guys didn't appreciate my leering stare and decided to do something about it.

"He gweijai, stop looking at my girl."

And I knew I had just found my fight. "I look where I want, gook."

"What did you call me?"

"Are you deaf as well as dumb, I said gook, you chink."

Now he was pissed. He swung his arm in a karate chop, but sensing it, I blocked and slapped his face hard. So hard actually that he fell down. He jumped up quickly enough and tried a high kick to my head. I stepped in and punched him hard in his stomach. This took the air and the fight right out of him, another easy victory for me. I left him crumpled on the ground and went to my next class while his buddy, a big guy, knelt down with him asking, "Lee, say something."

During that evening on football practice I noticed that guy Lee sitting on the bleachers. He was giving some conspiratorial looks at someone on the field. Of course I knew the defense players. One of them, Chao, was a big Asian guy. He was bigger than me and had been with Lee at the fight. So now I could expect a revenge attempt from his friend. During the practice run of a new play the coach was trying out, I caught the ball and sure enough I felt someone threatening to crash into me. Thank you Webster & Kline for giving me the precog sense magic.

With a quick sidestep like I was dancing, I slipped out of harms way and saw Chao slam into the ground. He expected to land on me, but now connected with the much harder and unforgiving turf.

With a glee I taunted, " Missed me."

He got up very quickly considering his bulk and was about to attack me again, when Coach Silver shouted, "Chao, quit foolin around. Get your butt over here."

Grumbling the big bruiser complied while I smiled at his failure to hurt me. I went back to my assigned space and threw the ball back to the quarterback. Later I walked to the locker rooms when the coach called me in his office.

"I know your talent, Wood. I don't mind using it, but don't flaunt it too much. And I know your problem also. I do not condone any racism here. So stop taunting others and no remarks either. Or you're off the team."

Shit, I had to be more careful. I still needed this football team membership to keep my scholarship. Fortune was with me though as I only got a warning. It was only too bad that I wasn't privy to the conversation taking place outside at the bleachers between Chao and Lee.

"I thought you said it would be easy to have Wood get into an accident. Why didn't you take him on harder."

Chao shrugged, "I can't just go out and punch him. Not with Coach and the guys watching. I would be off the team."

"So what now, we still owe a world of hurt to him," said Lee.

"I have something else in mind. It will not only get us even with Wood, but settle a score with someone else for me also."

Lee looked questioningly, "What are you up to?"

"Better you don't know. What you don't know you can't tell."
 
 
The Trap

A couple of days later early in the morning I was preparing to go to class. I just finished breakfast and reached for the doorknob when my warning sense from my precog power buzzed insistently. I jerked open the door expecting someone to attack me. Well I was half right anyway. I froze as I stared into the barrels of several guns. The police were right outside the house with their guns all pointing at me. I dropped my bag and slowly raised my hands to shoulder level holding my palms forward.

A guy in a suit to my right asked, "Are you Douglas Wood?"

I nodded, "Uh huh."

"Douglas Wood, you are under arrest for assault and rape."

Then he continued reading my rights while another police officer handcuffed me behind my back. Meanwhile my mind was working overtime. What did they mean with rape? I hadn't had sex in months. And as for assault, I had only defended myself against attackers. Granted I had provoked every one of them, but that wasn't assault. And I did know; I wasn't a law student for nothing.

My parents came looking alerted by the noise and got all upset about me being arrested. I told them that I didn't do anything wrong. The cops quickly put me in a car while dad shouted that he would do whatever it took to get me out. Soon I arrived at the station and was led to the booking desk. After removing all my pocket contents, shoelaces and other things like my watch, I got thrown in a jail cell to wait for interrogation. I guess they talked to some other people first, because I waited for quite some time. Of course without my watch, I just had to guess at the time by the position of the sun. I didn't get anything to eat from anyone, so I was quite hungry when they finally came for me. I was put in a bare concrete room with two detectives and a black mirror imbedded in the wall. That was probably the one way mirror, and people were watching us.

One detective had a beard and asked, "Tell me, boy, why did you rape Kathy? Was she unwilling or did you just not care that she didn't want to have sex." I just kept quiet.

"Just talk to us, son," said the other older man. "We already found her panties in your room."

They kept badgering me and asking me those questions and where I was last night for some time. Then Beard got relieved by another detective with a cross-eyed look. First this new guy just looked on as the old guy kept asking why I did it.

Then Cross-eye asked with a soft voice, "Why don't you just admit that you raped poor Kathy?"

At the first sound out of his mouth, my warning sense screamed 'bloody murder' and I braced myself for the whisper. I barely blocked it in time and with enough force.

I got really angry and yelled, "Don't you fucking try to whisper me into a confession."

Now Cross-eye was shaken. He didn't expect me to know about the whisper, much less block it.

But I was so pissed that I continued, "I don't know this Kathy. I didn't assault anyone. I don't know how those panties ended up in my room. I haven't been close with a girl except my girlfriend Elise and I haven't had any sex in months."

Two men entered the room during my tirade and as I finished. One of the men told Cross-eye to leave the room.

The other man said, "I'm your lawyer, Greg Heumer. I advise you to say no more to them and that we have a private talk first."

I concurred and asked if I could get something to eat. Greg was outraged that they hadn't given me anything to eat or drink and shortly later I was munching on a burger while we started talking about the case. He told me to answer truthfully to him and asked me to tell my side of the events. I outlined all the things I did the previous day and told him that I had no clue about the girl. He asked me about the found undergarments. I explained that I was only told that they found it in my room. Greg told me according to the file that the panty they found from the raped girl was torn up and lay in a corner of my room like it was tossed there. A half hour later we were both back in the interrogation room questioned by Beard, who identified himself now as Sergeant Vá¶ller and a Detective Baker.

Vá¶ller asked with his deep calm voice, "Douglas, I apologize for Rizman's try to whisper you into anything. He should not do that and will be punished. But we would like to know how you knew about his whisper and how you could resist him that easily."

Well it had been anything but easy. Damn, that man was powerful with his whisper.

"Well I kind of sensed it and got a headache blocking it."

Baker jumped in, "Are you a whisperer too, Douglas?"

"No," I answered coldly. "If I was, I would not be here accused of rape. Any girl would gladly sleep with me."

Vá¶ller responded, "Not all, if she resisted a whisper, then the attacker might rape her. But what is your magical talent then?"

"I am a precognitive, but I didn't score high on my test. Just between 50 and 60."

Baker interrupted, "So you couldn't whisper Kathy Hsu into having sex with you and you just did it the only other way, rape."

I fumed again, "Who is this Kathy Sue? I don't know her."

Greg intervened, "Let's stay calm and go over the events."

Vá¶ller agreed, "Why don't you just tell us about your day yesterday."

I closed my eyes for a second, taking in a long breath. "After classes I had football practice till about six thirty. Then I went home, had dinner and went to my room to study."

"You never went back down to the others or out of the house?"

"I did go down once to get a soda."

Baker asked again, "What time was that?"

"I don't exactly know the time. But I did see that someone scored a homerun in the game on TV. My dad can confirm that."

"I'm afraid that family members are not that much of use."

Greg asked, "Now who is the girl that Douglas supposedly raped?"

Vá¶ller answered, "Her name is Kathy Hsu, not Sue. She is the daughter of a Chinese restaurant owner. Douglas should know her she is a student at his college."

Greg gave me a sign to keep quiet. "Why is she so sure that Douglas attacked her? Did she see him clearly enough to identify him?"

"No, but she said that he told her 'For Douglas Wood all Chinese girls are just fuck toys'," said Vá¶ller.

I was about to blow up again, but Greg hushed me. Instead they kept asking questions about my whereabouts, trying to break my story. But I didn't stray from my story. Why should I? It was the truth. Then they said that they found the panties.

"You had her panties in your room; did you just toss it in the corner?"

"I don't rape girls and take their panties."

They didn't believe me of course and kept asking and accusing me. Later that night I got a visit from my father and brother in the jail. They told me that mom was too upset to come see me. They asked me about things and I told them in short explicit sentences what I was accused of and what really happened. They had some trouble with my story because of the evidence against me, but they did trust me enough to believe I was innocent. The police kept questioning me almost every day the next two days, but I never cracked. A few days later I was put on trial already.
 
 
The Trial

In the courtroom I saw Kathy Hsu for the first time consciously. She's a very good looking Asian girl. I had seen her a few times before at college, but I had never talked to her. She was put on the stand very early in the proceedings. With tears in her eyes she answered the questions of the prosecutor and repeated her earlier quote 'For Douglas Wood all Chinese girls are just fuck toys'. We all felt sorry for her and even I had doubts about my own innocence. Greg was totally professional though and had put together a good defense. He asked her to listen well and had me say the same line. Then he asked if my voice was the same as the one she heard. Kathy couldn't tell and Greg told the jury that anyone could have said that to implicate me. Then Greg asked if she had more reason to suspect me. Kathy said that the attacker was about my height, which meant towering over her. Some testimonies of crime investigators were heard after that and the panties were brought up as evidence against me. They already established that they had belonged to Kathy both by her confirmation and the outcome of the tests in the lab. Greg asked the investigator if there had been traces of me on the panties. They admitted that no epidermis or other cells had been found matching my DNA, so this evidence was made more or less harmless. Then the judge adjourned for the day. The next day I was put on the stand by Greg as the first person.

He asked me, "What do you think about the quote from Miss Hsu?"

In a calm tone I replied, "I would never say something like that because of three things. First: My mom taught me to respect girls. I would never attack one. Second: I would not say Chinese. I wouldn't know the difference between Chinese, Japanese, Korean or Vietnamese. I would have said Asian. Third: As a Law Student I would not be so stupid to say my own name. So someone just said that to implicate me."

Greg continued with, "How about the panties that the police found in your room."

"I don't know how the panties from Miss Hsu got into my room,. I do have a window open most of the time, so the panties could have been thrown in I guess. Again I can only emphasize that as a Law Student I wouldn't leave something like that in my room."

Greg asked me a few more questions and then it was the prosecutor's turn.

He paced a few times before me and then asked, "Doesn't Miss Hsu look hot to you?"

"Yes and no."

"Why do you say both, Douglas?"

I sighed, "Yes, she is a good looking girl. No, because I don't date Asian people."

The prosecutor turned to me, "Are you saying that you are a racist"

"I do not call myself a racist, but I just don't mingle with some other people."

The prosecutor tried to corner me more, but Greg objected and the Judge told the prosecutor to move on.

He looked into some papers and then asked, "Do you have a magic talent, Douglas?"

I hesitated with my answer, looking to Greg for what to say. He nodded affirmatively.

"Please answer the question," said the Judge.

"Yes, I do have a magic talent."

"And what is your specific talent? Is it perhaps whispering and didn't it work as well as you wanted?"

Again I was forced to answer, "I am a precognitive."

"Please elaborate for us ignorant people here."

"I can sense where someone is going to hit me and how. I can also feel a whisperer trying to goad me, like one of the policemen did."

The prosecutor ignored my accusation, "How about sports, do you use it there too?"

Now I was squirming, "Ok, I can feel where a ball is probably going and what my opponent will do."

Shit, now my football days were over.

"So you were cheating in the games that you played. What was your plan, get lots of money playing it?"

"No, I play for the sport and to go to school. It is not something I asked for, and it isn't that strong."

He tried to corner me again, but with Greg's help the Judge had him move on again.

After that there were some more trivial questions, which were anticlimactic. Some other witnesses were put on the stand, including my dad and brother. They confirmed my alibi, but the value wasn't that high it seemed. Everyone would expect my family to cover for me.
 
 
Punishment

The jury was sent out to deliberate on the verdict while we waited. It seemed like ages, but in fact they were back quite early. To my surprise I was found not guilty by the jury. The verdict was greeted with lots of booing from the public. About half of them were my classmates and most others were Asian people. I got escorted out of the courtroom and still didn't feel ok when I arrived home. I went straight to my room trying to read a bit in my class books.

My brother Gordon came in soon, "I don't believe you did it, Douglas."

"Thanks, Flash." I always called Gordon Flash whenever I meant it.

It started right after we saw the movie Flash Gordon. I accidentally hit him, and apologized sincerely. I called him Flash then jokingly for the first time. Since then I used it sparingly only whenever I really meant it and was serious.

A few days later I had to go back to school. I went there with lead in my shoes and with good reasons as I found out.

In short, my return to school was one big disaster. Wherever I walked, I got called racist and pervert behind my back. I didn't even try to look around anymore to spot who said it. My locker got spray painted with Racist and Rapist. Even worse, everyone I looked at, looked away or looked back with a menacing glare, disapproving looks or outright contempt.

Already the first day Coach Silver called me into his office. "Sorry, Douglas. But now that your secret of your magical talent is out, I can't keep you on the team. You are out of the football."

As I expected, the next call came from the head office. I already figured what they would say and went there sullenly.

"Douglas Wood, because your recent dismissal from the football team, we cannot allow you to keep your scholarship. I'm sorry, but we have no choice. You can of course finish this semester."

The semester was already mostly over, just a few weeks left. Well at least they didn't kick me out because of the false accusation. The first few days after this dreadful news, I still showed up in class, though it was uncomfortable being stared at by the others with their contempt and hatred. Even the teachers avoided me, they didn't speak openly to me anymore.

But as the days went by I grew more indifferent. I would never complete my education for passing the bar exams. I would not become a lawyer, my parents couldn't afford it and I would never get a loan to continue the school. Even if I had the prospects of paying it back.

So I had to look forward taking jobs as a worker in a factory or something menial. So it was no wonder that I started drinking. It started with a few beers in the bars, then a few more at home. It quickly wasn't enough and I changed over to the more potent stuff. Within a week I was more drunk than sober all day long.

My parents watched it with disgust and pity. But although they tried to keep me from drinking too much, they were far from successful. Gordon tried to keep me from drinking but even he gave up after I swore at him and tried to hit him. He knew I didn't mean to hurt him or his feelings, but he could do nothing more than see me going down to the level of the gutter.

Ever since I started drinking the hard liquor, I didn't bother to shave or shower much and soon I looked more like a hobo than a student. A couple of times I got thrown in jail again for public intoxication. It was fortunate that I didn't own a car or I might have faced more serious charges like for DUI or worse. During my weeks-long binge, Elise decided I wasn't good enough for her or any other girl and with a terrible fight we broke up. She told me that she would be gone for several weeks on a vacation and that I should be out of her life when she got back. Well she would get her wish, but not as anyone thought it would.

One night I was walking, well not exactly walking, more like staggering along some obscure street. I was very drunk again and lost in the city and my thoughts. I didn't know or didn't care where I was and where I was going. Then at some point my warning sense started to alert me that I was in danger. I didn't pay attention and ignored it. It got louder and louder, but my drunken stupor was so big that I still failed to react. Then it got so loud that my head started to hurt and finally I woke from my stupor. My reaction time was very slow in my drunken state, but even in peak performance I might not have escaped the attack. Someone froze me from behind. Then still from behind a bag was thrown over my head and I couldn't see a thing anymore. Someone started carrying me to another place and from the echoing sounds, I assumed it to be an abandoned building. I was strapped down to an inclining hard surface while a little feeling crept back into my nerves and muscles. After I was bound securely, the bag was pulled from my head and I could see barely that I lay on a sort of bench that had broken down on one end, making it angle to the floor. The bench was illuminated by some lamp outside, while the rest of the place stayed dark. Someone, presumably my attacker, put something up to my face while staying in the dark himself. Vaguely I could make out a form of another person further away, but I couldn't make out who or what it was. The something near my face turned out to be a cup with a foul smelling concoction. My mouth was forced open and the liquid was poured into my throat. I tried to block it, but had to swallow. As my face was released, I tried to heave, but I couldn't do it. A gravely throaty voice came from the man behind me.

"It's no use trying to get the potion out of you. By now it has already been absorbed. Now you get to feel what it is to be a fuck toy."

Now I was scared; were they planning to sodomize me? But then the man and the other person just left. I mean they just went away like that. They left me behind, tied up, alone without any help. It was then, thanks to the returning feeling in my extremities, that I noticed that my bonds weren't that tight. I twisted my right wrist and managed to free it. The freeze was wearing off well now and though I was still drunk, I relatively easily managed to free myself. I tottered out of the building, an abandoned factory it seemed, and made my way swaying and reeling towards a road. I almost made it when I started to feel sick. My guts felt like they were on fire and I started retching everything in my stomach. There wasn't much in there, but what there was came out. I was sobering up quickly now, but whatever disease I now had, made me still feel and look as awful like a drunk.

As I stumbled out into a road, a police car happened to pass by. The officers stopped and recognized me as the regular drunk kid. They took me in for another night in the holding tank to sober up. I just felt so sick that I rolled up into a fetal ball and stayed like that till they checked up on me. The officer looking in on me realized that I wasn't drunk but sick. He had me released and had a squad car drive me home. It was already well into the morning as I arrived home, and everyone in the house had gone to work or school. I had the place to myself.

I felt quite filthy and after throwing all my clothes into a hamper (was it my imagination or were my clothes bigger than they should be?), I took a long warm bath. I should have noticed that my height wasn't the same anymore or that my body hair wasn't as thick as it used to be. But I didn't pay attention, because although I still wasn't feeling well, it was getting better. After my bath, my skin got raw from rubbing it dry. Then I dove straight into bed and slept for a very long time. I slept through everyone coming home and dinner. I wasn't even hungry. My parents assumed that I already had a liquid dinner, so they didn't ask me to join them. The whole night I was engulfed in a restless sleep, filled with nightmares. I can recall all of them, which is weird, because before I never could remember any of my dreams. Though being dreams, I could not recall them exactly, more like wispy images.

Anyway, one type of dream was about me assaulting a girl. That was probably put into my head with the spells. So were the others put in also? Other types of dreams were about me being assaulted as a girl. Now this was strange. The few dreams that weren't about assaults on girls were about some people talking to me in a strange language. But I could kind of understand what they said. How weird, I don't even know what language they spoke.
 
 
The Change

The next morning I was still half asleep through the noise the family made. My mom started to enter my room, but stayed in the doorway.

"Douglas, we are going out of town to look for another house. We'll be gone for at least two days. You can make something to eat for yourself if you want." She paused for a moment and looked caringly at me. "I'm glad to see that you finally decided to shave, but you could use a haircut."

Her words didn't fully register with me and I just groaned. Mom closed the door and moments later I heard the car pull out. It took another five minutes before the words sank in and suddenly I jumped up with a start. What did she mean 'decided to shave'? I hadn't shaved last night. I should still have a day's beard. I stepped out of bed wearing only my boxer shorts and they promptly slid down my legs. I had to hold them up while I made my way to the bathroom. In the bathroom I looked closely in the mirror and saw my face, but it wasn't quite my face. All the hair on my cheeks and chin was gone. There was no trace whatsoever that I ever had a beard. Worse, my brows didn't look right. It seemed as if they had been plucked a bit. Then I noticed that my eyes weren't their usual blue, but were getting darker. And they didn't look as round anymore, more almond shaped. Then I stepped back a bit and it hit me like a sledgehammer. My muscles weren't as prominent anymore. My height seemed to have diminished and my skin looked as smooth as a...

Fuck, now I got the meaning of the words that the man had said. I was changing into a girl. I didn't realize yet how diabolical they were with all the spells they put on me, but I would find out soon enough. I was thinking hard and fast now. The almond shape of my eyes indicated that I would probably end up as an Asian, no make that Chinese girl. I now had a pretty good guess as to who the other person in the abandoned factory had been. It probably was the father or mother of Kathy. Maybe it even had been Kathy herself.

I had read up on transformation spells after a class about it. Some sensationalist newspapers said that boys were being turned into girls by attaching a spell or multiple spells to a virus. My readings also revealed that once a spell like that was in motion, it could not be stopped or countered. Even worse, a boy could be turned into a girl, but a girl could not be turned into a boy. So it meant that I would be stuck as a girl forever. Now I had something to worry about, my family would find an unknown girl instead of their son at home and it would be a Chinese girl to boot. My father would never accept it or me. I had to get away from here. I grabbed a few of my old clothes that I had outgrown. Now they fit me, they were even a bit too large. I then collected all my class books and notes and some personal items that I wanted to keep, including my cuddle toy Mr. Gorilla. I know, a grown young man with a cuddle toy? So what, laugh all you want, now as a girl it was perfectly all right to have it.

With difficulty I managed to get the boxes with my stuff into my personal storage, a small hiding place no one knew about. I went back in the house and scrounged the place for cash. My search came up empty, probably everyone thought to hide it from me so I wouldn't be able to buy booze. I didn't feel very hungry, but made myself an egg sandwich anyway. Slowly chewing my sandwich I pondered what to do now. I knew I couldn't stay here, so where could I go? I didn't have any friends I could trust with this. Then in an epiphany it came to me. I remembered word for word that Elise had said: "I will be gone for several weeks on a vacation and I expect you to be out of my life when I get back." Strange, I never had a memory that good before. Usually I had to write down things to remember them.

Elise had her own apartment, she had no roommates, it was secluded and I knew where she hid the spare key. I should be able to stay there till the changes were all finished. Then I could start making plans for the future if I still had any left.

I made my way to Elise's apartment as inconspicuously as I could and reached it quite uneventfully. As I arrived in her apartment, I felt tired and sleepy, so I plopped down on her bed and fell asleep in seconds. My sleep was still filled with nightmares that were similar as the ones I had before.

During the next few days I slept a lot, watched some TV and saw myself changing. My clothes didn't fit me anymore and since I was alone here I didn't bother trying anything on. I just went about the house naked. So I could see myself change very well all the time that I was awake and looked at parts of myself. My hair went from sandy brown to deep dark black and grew a lot longer.

The first day I cut it short, but it grew longer even faster so I decided no more cutting. I didn't try to cut my nails for the same reason. I soon developed breasts which to my observation were huge. Maybe it looked like that because I wasn't used to them and my body was getting a lot smaller. That might explain why I didn't feel hungry.

I noticed something more troubling in the days. I had a problem following the English on TV. Was I getting dumber? With some concentration I still could follow it well enough, but it was like hearing a foreign language.

One day I saw a newscast about me. It stated that I was reported missing and people were asked to search for me. Well good luck with that, I didn't look like that anymore.

Last to disappear was my penis. It shrunk everyday more and more, till it disappeared inside some delicate folds that I didn't want to probe just yet. I had done enough of it with some girlfriends, but doing it to myself? I waited one more day after that and since no more changes happened that I could detect, I figured that I had now finished changing. Still stark naked I stood before a wall size mirror and examined myself fully. I was small, really small compared to my previous height. My hair was deep dark black but unkempt and would need conditioning and brushing. Now where did that thought come from?

My face was quite nice to look at, but not spectacular, with some make up it could be beautiful. Aarrgh, another strange feminine thought. My breasts felt huge as I held them with my dainty feminine hands but looked like they fit just right with my new body. They were not too small, but not too big either. My tummy was flat and trim and my arms looked very femininely thin. All my muscles seemed to have disappeared, along with all my body hair. My legs looked very long and nice, leading up to wide female hips and a great looking ass. Through a neatly trimmed bush I could see the outer lips of my vagina and felt a cold creepy shiver go up my spine. I now had all the equipment to receive a man's cock inside me and produce babies. I almost felt like crying, when a thought entered my mind. Shouldn't I get aroused looking at such a hot looking naked girl? I didn't feel anything like that at all. Was I going to be attracted to boys now? I swallowed and tried to speak for the first time since my transformation.

I wanted to say, "Hello Douglas Wood." But in a melodious soprano voice it came out like, "Ná® há¢o Woo Sjia."

This was strange, I tried again, I still thought to say, "My name is Douglas." But I said, "Wo jiao Xia."

Suddenly it clicked in my mind, I wasn't thinking English, but Chinese. And I was talking Chinese. My name wasn't Douglas anymore, it was Xia Wu. I understood also were it came from, Wu meant something like sorcery among other things and Xia meaning Rosy clouds. Wu would be my family name and Xia my given name. I felt tears forming in my eyes. After losing my reputation and future, now I was robbed of my manhood and race among other things. Then I thought by myself, "Don't lose it now."

I wiped my beginning tears away and toughened myself up. I would do no good to succumb to self pity. I vowed to myself to find the ones responsible for all of this and make them pay.

God, I needed a drink right now. Maybe I shouldn't as I was a drunk just a week ago. Had it been that long already? I went to the liquor cabinet and poured myself a finger of scotch. I started drinking it, but the taste in my mouth was so foul, I spewed it back out almost immediately. I had already ingested some of it, and I puked my guts out to get it out of me. How could a little alcohol make me that sick? Did they put another spell on me making me sick from alcohol, so I couldn't hide myself in booze?

I would have to clean the mess I made up, but first I wanted to see if I could find something to wear. As I went to Elise's closet, my eye fell on a poster of a famous rock star on the wall. Now the really nasty spell that was put on me must have activated. I felt like saying something, but this was only a poster, so I kept quiet. But I did feel extremely horny. My hands started fondling my breasts, making me hot and tingly all over. My pussy was already so wet, it almost dribbled out of me. I just ached to have a cock buried inside it. I needed to be fucked now! Then I remembered that Elise had a multi speed vibrator in her bedroom drawer. In a hurry I grabbed it, flopped on the bed and inserted the thing. There was a short sharp pang of pain as the vibrator broke through my hymen, (God, was I still a virgin?), but then it started to feel so good.

Just inserting the phallic object wasn't enough. I needed more stimulation. I switched the vibrator on and without hesitation cranked it up to full speed. Soon I was writhing in pleasure on the bed and orgasmed within moments later. This left me feeling energetic but also a bit lazy and sleepy, and I forgot to turn the vibrator off. It hummed happily on, extending my orgasm and I felt a second wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over me. I realized that I had to take it out or continue having orgasms all day and night long making me very exhausted. Alas I was too late again, my fingers already touched the vibrator as it aroused me so much again that I couldn't make myself turn it off. I experienced my third orgasm as a young woman already and this time managed to switch the thing off. With trembling fingers I pulled the with juices coated vibrator out of my spasming pussy and lay back to catch my breath.

Hours later I woke up, (when did I fall asleep?) and discovered that my pussy, legs and sheets were all covered with dried juices. I took a shower trying to rub myself so clean that my skin got red. I guess I was trying to clean myself from the shame being so fucking horny and pleasuring myself. After I patted myself dry and discovered that I should do something with my hair besides drying it, I cleaned the bed, bedroom and everything else inside the house I had used or dirtied. After I was done, it looked like I had not even been there. I went back to Elise's closet, this time avoiding looking at any poster, I didn't want a repeat performance doing sexual acts. Almost all her clothes were too big for my new small frame, so I had to search for a long time. I found an old worn white skirt and a small see-through thong panty. Both were too small for Elise, so why did she have them? Well at least I could wear them well enough and together with a cut checkered halter blouse that tied in the back, I was dressed well enough to go out in public. I didn't bother with a bra, as Elise had much bigger breasts than I now sported. Besides, the blouse could hold my breasts in check well enough anyway. I had looked at her shoes but nothing would fit my tiny feet, till all the way in the back I found some very old white clogs. They were small enough for my feet and I needed them to go out. I felt the need to go out and see what had happened out there for myself. Besides how else would I find out who was responsible for all this. Little did I know what lay in store for me?

As I went out, it was already nearing dinnertime and the streets weren't that full, at least not in the part of town I was in. I didn't want to be noticed, so it was ok with me. I walked to my parents' home, but everything was quiet and dark. It looked like no one was home. That struck me as odd, but I didn't want to go there and ask now anyhow. Lost in my thoughts I wandered towards a park and on the way I only once saw another person. A woman was walking her dog and only glancing looked at me. Then in a secluded lane I met my first male person. As soon as I saw him, the nasty spell kicked in again and I sashayed over to him.

In a husky voice with very accented English I breathed, "You want fucky fucky? Me give you good time."

Now what did possess me to say that? That was the first time I said that so much hated sentence. And to make matters worse, the man's eyes glazed over like he was under a spell.

Then he answered, "Sure honey, start with blowing me."

He swiftly opened his fly and pulled his cock out. Totally out of control I sank on my knees and stroked and licked that thing. Soon I was sucking his inflating dick as if my life depended on it, till he started groaning.

Suddenly he pulled his big cock out of my mouth, saying, "Give me your cunt, babe."

I stood up, unable to resist and bent over leaning on a bench at the side of the lane. He didn't undress himself or me. He just hiked my skirt up and pulled my thong to the side. Then he shoved his big cock forcefully into my already very wet pussy. He untied my halter-top and began massaging my naked breasts. I should have felt repulsed, and in a small portion of my mind I did. But the feeling of being fucked was so good that it overrode all my inhibitions and made me moan and say obscene things like "harder" and "fuck me good."

I could do nothing but ride out the fucking and try to hang on to my sanity after it was over. I orgasmed first, and was already winding down from that, when he spurted his cum inside me making me orgasm again. As he pulled out, the spell wore off and I felt disgusted at myself. He put his cock back in his pants and walked away fast, like he had just peed and wanted to get back on his way. He didn't even say anything to me or cared about me. I felt so dirty and so very degraded. I tore a piece of my halter-top and tried to clean myself as well as I could before tying my top back on and straightening my thong and skirt. Then I sat down on the bench crying softly in my anguish. I didn't even hear the young couple walking towards me.

Only when the young woman said, "Hi miss, why are you crying?", did I look up.

I recognized her. She was in my school, actually both of them were, I remembered that I tried to have a fight with him. He was standing beside her and I felt the nasty spell activate again. Against my will I rose from the bench, put on a happy smile on my face while sauntering over to him.

Then I said that hated sentence again, "You want fucky fucky? Me give you good time."

The young black man first had an alarmed look in his eyes, like he noticed that I was under a spell or about to cast one to him. Then his eyes glazed over and he had fallen under the spell.

He said, "Sure honey, come here."

The woman saw it happen with disgust and surprise. Then she quickly acted, she slapped both her boyfriend and me, the pain waking us both out of the spells. Her slap was quite powerful and sent me reeling away from them. Immediately I started to cry again and sagged into a heap on the bench.

Meanwhile the young woman began arguing with her boyfriend, "What the hell was that all about, Brett?"

"Cassie, calm down please. It wasn't her fault," said Brett. "I can sense the spells inside her, I wasn't prepared for the really vicious one that just activated when she saw me. It's making her behave like a nymphomaniac and also causing her to cast a powerful combined attractor – whisper spell. There was nothing she - or I - could do. Fortunately you were able to break us out of it."

Cassie looked at me and than sat down beside me, "Hi, I am Cassie, who are you?"

I sniffed and said with a sobbing voice, "Wo shi Wu Xia."

Cassie frowned and asked, "English please, I don't speak Chinese."

I had to think very hard before I could answer slowly, "My name is Wu Xia."

"What happened to you, Wu?"

I had to formulate the English words meticulous again, "No, given name is Xia."

"Oh ok, Xia what happened to you?"

With my tears flowing I answered slowly in broken English, "Someone forced potion and changed me from boy in girl. Now lose all: self control, legal identity, name, maleness, family, money, education, career, race, friends and no staying permit."

I buried my head in my dainty hands, "I feel like slut, but can not help it. The spell stronger than will. I even lose magic talent."

Cassie put her arm around me and said in a soothing tone, "Your magic will come back in time, how long ago were you transformed?"

"Me finished day before yesterday I think."

Brett spoke up for the first time, "Who were you before you got changed?"

It took all my will power not to look up to him. I got very wet in my pussy already again from just hearing his voice. Fortunately the spell didn't activate as long as I didn't see him. Instead I concentrated on saying my old name, but it was so hard. If I tried to say it just like that it would come out Wu Xia.

Finally I managed to utter, "Douglas Wood."

Brett raged, "The rapist and troublemaker?"

I bowed my head down in shame, "I been racist and asshole, never rape. Now I other race self."

Cassie managed to calm down Brett a bit and said, "I believe that she was innocent. I know from personal experience what people will do to get revenge."

Brett toned down his anger, "Ok, he was found not guilty, I'll give you that."

"Don't you think that making him into an unwilling helpless slut is too much?"

Brett hesitated, but agreed again.

I didn't think anything could be done about my condition, so I said, "Guess I live with this, go to Jimmy Saxon work as whore."

Both Cassie and Brett exclaimed, "No you don't need to do that."

Cassie added, "We know a doctor who can reduce or eliminate some spells."

I looked up with a glimmer of hope in my tone, "Really? I would like that."

Brett went to get his car while Cassie guided me towards where he would pick us up. Meanwhile she asked me to describe all the spells that I had noticed on me. I told her that I now had both memories of my old life and a life as a girl. My English was now suppressed so that I had trouble speaking, reading, writing or understand it. Also I now had an extensive knowledge of Chinese Mandarin language. Then I told her about the urges I got from hearing or seeing a male, coupled with the nasty soliciting spell. And lastly I told her that I got sick from even tasting alcohol. By that time we reached the car with Brett waiting, I managed to get in and not look at him, though knowing that he was there drove me nuts with anticipation. I wanted to have sex with someone badly. I was squirming in the car the whole time and I was sure that my dribbling pussy gave off a very strong scent that everybody could smell. Well if they could smell it, they didn't say anything about it.
 
 
Saved

We drove to a secluded big house with a big garden and Cassie lead me to the house. Cassie greeted the man as Papa Bob, but I don't think it was her father. I didn't dare look at him for fear of the spell activating again. Cassie told him about all the spells that had been inflicted on me, and he didn't quite believe the soliciting spell. He approached me and I looked up to a distinguished gentleman who looked like a banker.

Immediately the spell activated and I took on a seductive pose, "You want fucky fucky? Me give you good time."

Even though he had been warned, he still fell victim to the attractor-whisper spell. Fortunately Cassie saw him succumb and came between us breaking the spell's effect. Papa Bob came back to his senses and said, "That really is a very devious spell, I've not seen something like this before."

My hopes got crushed as I thought that it could not be broken and I would be forced to live like a whore for the rest of my life. It must have shown on my face that I was so dejected, because he then added, "I think I can lift that spell though."

Papa Bob had me undress completely and then put me in some kind of trance. I vaguely remember him performing some rituals on me as I stood naked before him, but the first conscious thing I heard was: "Awake".

I woke up and wobbled on my legs as I crumbled into a heap. At least I would have, if not for the pair of hands that caught me. Both pair were female which made we wonder who else was there. I didn't get introduced yet though. My strength returned soon and Cassie gave me underwear including a bra, pants and a blouse. The clothes were a little too big, but I could wear them well enough. Cassie confirmed my suspicion that she gave me some of her clothes. Then the other woman who had been calling someone introduced herself as Helen Davis.

She said to Cassie, "I know you don't like them, but I think it is best if we involve the FBM in this."

"You're right, Helen, I don't like it, but maybe it is for the best for Xia. So if you don't mind I'll keep my distance."

I was about to ask what that was about, but Papa Bob entered the room. "Hi Xia, I managed to lift two of the spells, reduce the effects of two other spells but left the remaining two spells intact."

Before I could ask which spells he meant, he continued, "I can't lift the urges because it would make you frigid, but I reduced it to normal high levels of a girl. Also consuming alcohol will not make you sick anymore, though I think it will not taste good to you. The spell making you throw yourself at a man coupled with the attractor-whisper spell are gone. Your English is back at the level it was before. I left the memories of language and being a girl that were forced into you intact. First they are useful to you in this new life. Second I'm afraid that they may have interacted with your magic talent. You are a precog, right?"

I just nodded.

"I think they are permanently imprinted into you. I wouldn't be surprised that you have a better memory as well."

I thought about this and said softly, "I can word for word repeat what was said much earlier. Could I have a photographic memory now?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. The whisper part of the forced spell was quite strong, so don't be surprised if that shows up as a power too."

Now I got scared, "Could I be an attractor also?"

"I sincerely hope not for your sake. But please have yourself checked in a few days when your powers return, just to be safe."

Cassie had already left during my talk with Papa Bob, and Helen asked me to go with her. She drove me to an office building that I recognized as the FBM building. There I had to tell the whole story from my trial to now again. I only left out Papa Bob on insistence of Helen. The case detective said that they would look into it, to catch the spell maker - especially because of the potential harm the attractor-whisper spell could do. I told him that probably the Chinese family would know, and I would be willing to go undercover to find out who was responsible.

The detective told me, "Thanks, but no thanks."

He did provide me with a legal identity and a green card, for which I thanked him profusely. My name Xia Wu was now my legal name and I was listed as 17 years old, though probably I was more like 16. Then he gave me a little spending money to get myself on my feet again. Helen asked what my plans were.

"I don't know, I'm a bit younger now and don't have any proof of my education. I would still like to become a lawyer, but I don't have the money or scholarship to do the study. I don't even have a place to stay."

The detective said that the FBM could arrange for getting me into school again, but funding and residence would be my problem.

Helen escorted me out after that and said, "Come with me for a moment."

She drove us to an apartment, where Cassie was waiting for us. She welcomed me into Helen's apartment. We talked about my situation now, I told Cassie about my new identity and repeated that I didn't have money or prospects.

Cassie said, "How about I loan you the tuition?"

My jaw dropped, "I cannot accept that, it is too much."

Cassie just smiled, "I can afford it, besides the fact that you flat out refused to take it, shows me that you are a good person who needs some help."

Reluctantly I agreed, "But it is a loan, I will pay you back with interest."

Helen decided to put in her charity, "For the moment, you can stay here in this apartment for a few weeks, just till you find yourself a place to stay."

This time I had to object even stronger, "I really don't deserve this. Why are you helping me so much, because I was a bully and racist in the past."

Cassie replied for them, "That is it, it was in the past. And I think it had a lot to do with your upbringing, not who you really are."

Still I wanted to object to taking up the room in Helen's apartment, but she said that she stayed with her boyfriend more often these days. Also it would be nice to have someone watch her apartment instead of it being empty and prone to break-in.

I felt so grateful that I just started to cry, but this time it was from happiness.
 
 
Undercover

Days later I found myself standing in front of the Chinese restaurant of the family Hsu. I was wearing new clothes consisting of skirt and blouse with 2 inch high heeled sandals. Helen and Cassie insisted on shopping with me. They bought me a whole new wardrobe. It was quite extensive for me, but they claimed it was just the basic necessities. It mostly consisted of skirts, blouses and dresses with just two pairs of pants among them. For some reason they felt constricting when I tried them on. It must have been the girl memories that were forced on me. Because my all too male mind balked at all the feminine clothes I now possessed. Helen also instructed me all about being, moving and acting like a girl, including putting on make up and such. But it was relatively easy, as my new memory as girl helped a lot with that. Now here I was, a young attractive girl dressed to impress, about to go into the lions' den. What waited for me there? Would they know who I was, or consider me a total stranger? Well only one way to find out.

The sign in the window said, 'Help wanted.' So I went in and greeted with apprehension the man I recognized as Kathy's father. I swallowed my nervousness and said, "Ná® há¢o, wo shi Wang Meili." I chose to use an assumed name, they might know my real new name.

He replied, "Ná® há¢o, huan yin."

We sat down and I switched to English, " I'm here for the job."

He told me that one of his waitresses got sick and that they were a little short handed. Soon I was accepted for the job and was asked to start right away. I changed into the uniform they used, a pretty red with gold embroidery Chinese dress, and waited on tables like I had done it all my life. Late that night I finished and prepared to go back to Helen's apartment, when Mr. Hsu said that they weren't happy with me going out into the night all alone. He asked where I lived and I told him I was staying with a friend till I could find a place. Then he offered for me to stay with them in a guest room. I hesitated, but on his insistence accepted. I did tell him that I would move the next day as I had to get my things first.

That night I called Helen about my exploits that day and that I would be staying with the family. She wasn't too happy about it. She told me that as it was already in progress, I could go ahead, but I had to be careful and call her if something went wrong. She applauded my resolve and guts, but warned me not to be too forward and rash in my actions. I just had a feeling - or was it a premonition? - that it would all work out well. The next day I moved into the guest room and noticed someone looking at me from a room with the door ajar. I knew that it was probably Kathy, so I didn't give any sign that I noticed her. After my shift ended I surprised her coming out of the bathroom. She looked a bit frightened, so I just shyly approached her.

"Hi, I'm Meili," I said and extended a hand towards her.

I must have looked innocent enough to her, because she shook my hand shortly, "Kathy." Then she quickly went back to her room closing the room in a hurry.

I went down to see her parents and asked, "I just saw a girl named Kathy."

Mrs. Hsu quickly replied, "She's our daughter. Kathy isn't feeling well, you'll have to excuse her."

I wanted to ask what was wrong with her, as if I didn't know already, but I could sense that I shouldn't ask now. So I kept quiet and retired for the night. In the next few days Kathy joined us more and more at the meals and social get-togethers. She got used to seeing me and even started to talk to me. We hit it off quite well and I learned that Kathy was a very intelligent and nice person. I wished I could have dated her when I was still a boy. She would have been the one I really could talk and connect with. Not like the girlfriends I had; they only were superficial and shallow. While we talked, I noticed that she still had lots of issues to deal with from being raped and violated. I pretended not to know, and she didn't open up on that subject yet. I did gain her confidence and we could talk about almost everything already.

Meanwhile I had a problem of my own. My new photographic memory wouldn't let me forget anything and I vividly remembered all the sexual acts I had performed. I didn't relish the memories, but they did make me horny at times. One night was really bad, as I was watching news footage on a celebrity party when I recognized the rock star as the one on the poster on the wall at Elise's bedroom. The memories of my first sexual adventure as a girl flooded back into my consciousness and I started to feel so very horny. I excused myself and went to my room to make myself orgasm again and again. As I was busy doing just that, Kathy suddenly came in and saw me fingering myself to an orgasm. Caught in the act I stared at her and tried to cover myself. She stared back at my half naked body and turned, fleeing back to her room. My arousal disappeared because of this and I cleaned myself quickly, then I donned my nightgown and went over to Kathy's room. I knocked on her door, but heard nothing. Slowly I opened the door and saw Kathy face down on her bed sobbing. I thought about leaving, but instead sat down next to her on her bed.

"Kathy, talk to me please. Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?"

Kathy sat up to face me with her tear stained eyes. "I'm sorry, Meili, I shouldn't be mad at you. It's just my past making me lash out at you."

I reached out to her, "Why don't you tell me about it? I heard that sharing bad experiences can make people feel better and deal better with the problems."

As I said it to her, I gently touched her hand. Big mistake on my part, as this was the moment my magic power chose to return. And it didn't just simply return at full power, but it overloaded me with a much increased raw power that was my cross to bear from now on. I knew that I couldn't see images from the past, but it seemed like that, when I saw Kathy being attacked and raped. The images flooded my mind, and kind of blurred, though I did see a large cartoonish bad guy figure doing the raping. The jumble of images scared me out of my mind and made me feel so vulnerable. Just as vulnerable as Kathy had been, and probably still was.

With a scream I jerked back, breaking the connection and my vision. I fell backwards on Kathy's bed closing my eyes and hoping my anxiety would soon go away. I already felt very sorry for Kathy as she had to go through this over and over in her mind. My vision slowly vanished and subsided, now I was afraid that my secret would come out and that Kathy's parents heard my scream. Kathy was looking worried and surprised at me when I opened my eyes, but was too stunned to ask me anything. Slowly I recovered enough to sit back up and compose myself. I think Kathy's parents didn't hear my cry, because they didn't show up.

Kathy was still staring at me when I asked her, "Why are you still reliving the attack?"

Kathy's eyes widened, "What are you, a telepath? Stay out of my head."

Now I looked away, "I'm not a telepath, I have premonitions. Usually from the future, so since your attack was in the past, I thought first that I saw that. But then I gathered that you still think of it all the time."

"How much did you see?" asked Kathy with a trembling voice.

"Mostly a jumble of images of the attack and the rape by a cartoon bad guy. It made me feel dirty, unsafe and vulnerable."

Kathy sighed, "That's pretty much how I feel."

In my mind I sighed, at least I took her thoughts away from my power. Softly I hugged her, "Maybe if you talk to someone about it, it can help you deal with things. I don't mean that you have to talk to me, but I'll listen if you want me to."

Kathy started crying again on my small shoulder. Then she poured her heart out to me. Her parents understood, but didn't really know how she felt. She still felt so degraded some times. I told her how I felt after I fell under the spell and fucked that a guy for the first time in the park and she knew that I could really relate to her feelings. After she stopped crying, we had become so much closer, I felt like I had a sister now. Kathy thanked me for being there for her.

I shrugged and said softly, "Any time."

For the next few weeks we grew even closer. We shared everything and talked about almost everything. Still I wasn't getting any closer to finding out whom the person was that changed me into my current body, or the one responsible for the rape and the whole damn affair.

I had looked through the papers to find a connection to the one who made the potion, but I could not find even a small clue.
 
 
The Truth

I dreaded the start of the new school season, as I had to tell Kathy that I had lied to her. I would have to reveal to her who I really was and am now. She would be able to guess I didn't tell her the truth after I started using my real name Xia Wu in the school. I knew I had to tell her soon, but I feared that we were going to have a fight or break up our sister-like relationship. Then my only apparent opportunity arose, as her parents went out for a weekend to some party at a relative's, leaving the two of us alone to watch the place. Kathy, cheerful as she was nowadays again, breezed into my room.

"Hi Meili, what do you want to do today?"

I looked with a glum face at her, "I need you to sit down. I have something to tell you."

With a crestfallen face Kathy sat down. "Are you going to leave?" asked Kathy, disappointment seeping through her voice.

Inadvertently I let a quick smile flash my pretty face. She was worried about losing me and our friendship, while I worried about losing hers.

"No Kathy, I'm not going away if you don't want me to."

I sighed between sentences, "I never want to hurt you, Kathy. You're like a sister to me. But I have to confess the truth to you about me and my past. Even if you'll hate me after what you are about to hear."

Kathy was now confused, anxious and more than a little frightened.

"What secrets do you have, Meili?"

"Kathy, I just recently look like this. I used to look quite different. My real name now is Wu Xia."

Kathy interrupted, "Why did you tell us your name was Meili, when it is Xia?"

I cast my eyes down, "I didn't want your parents to know my real name, because they or one of them hired the person responsible for changing me into this."

Kathy got really upset now, "What do you mean responsible? What are you talking about, what change?"

I couldn't back out now. I had to tell her everything. Like they say, after you say A, you have to say B.

"Kathy, listen to my story and please don't interrupt or walk away till the end. I hope you won't be mad or upset when you know the truth."

I felt a tear forming and rolling down my cheek.

With a trembling voice I started, "Kathy, I used to be Douglas Wood."

Kathy gasped in shock, and got up from the bed to go away. I tried to use a magic power that I might have now, Papa Bob said I might have whisper power now, so I said, "Please sit down, Kathy, and hear me out."

I could feel that I used my power, weak as it was. Kathy did sit down and then frowned. "Did you just whisper me into sitting down?"

I looked away, "Yes, since my transformation not only my precog power increased, but also I gained a weak whisper power. Sorry."

"It is ok, but don't do it again please, Xia."

I looked up to her and told her that I wouldn't. Then I told her all about the pitiful state I found myself in after the trial and the treatment at school. I explained that I was feeling broken and looked into a bottle for solace. Then I continued with that fateful night, how I got frozen and given the virus. I left out the jail time for being drunk, but told her once I got home I started noticing the changes and how I kept changing. I continued with the discovery of how I finally looked at Elise's place and the discovery of the curse. When I arrived at the rape fuck in the park, Kathy was also crying a little with me. I left out the identities of all the people that helped me, and just summarized how I got help. I told her about my resolve with the FBM to find the really guilty ones and why I went undercover working here.

As I finished Kathy asked, "So everything we shared was based on a lie."

I was crying again, "No Kathy, it is true that I used it to get close to you. But I really wanted to help you. I care a great deal about you."

I looked to the ground, "Wo ai ni."

I didn't dare look up to Kathy. She stood up, walked a few paces away and turned to return a pace. "Why did you decide to tell me all this now?" said Kathy.

I looked up to her again. "School starts soon. You would find out my real name and I don't want you to get upset with me. Besides I was already getting frustrated lying to you about my name and not tell you everything."

I turned away from her, "If you hate me now, I understand and hope that one day you can forgive me."

Kathy grabbed my arm and spun me around to face her. Then she hugged me tightly. "I already forgive you, my sister."

I hugged her back and whispered, "Thank you."

After we sat down again Kathy said that she wanted to help me with my search for the real culprits. I told her that it might get dangerous or remind her too much again of the experiences that plagued her in her dreams. Kathy was adamant and waved my objections away. We started making plans to look for and identify both the rapist and the potion maker. We suspected that the rapist went to school with us, so we would keep our eyes and ears open to other girls and observe the boys which fell into the category of our wanted man. Kathy said she would ask her parents subtly about their friends in the hope of finding out who hired the potion maker and find out his identity. I didn't think we had any chance of finding out, but I kept quiet about it.
 
 
Back in School

Once again I walked through the hallway as the center of attention. The difference was that this time the attitude towards me was quite different. When I walked here as Douglas after the trial, I was shunned and looked at with contempt. Now the boys looked admiring and gave me wolf whistles. The girls either looked at me as competition or a possible new friend. I ignored the whistles and just answered the hello's demurely. I'm sure a lot of the attention was also due to the dress I was wearing. I bought a new mini Cheongsam in gold silver color with a dragon motive. It showed all my body curves at their best and left my shoulders and back bare. That was just what I needed with the heat in the summer and autumn. During my parade in the hall I passed Kathy. Before we went there, we had a long debate whether we would pretend not to know each other or show that we were like sisters. I was more in favor of the first, as it increased our chances of finding out the rapist. He would be more hesitant to talk to me or around me if he knew that I was close to Kathy. Kathy really wanted to have my support there, and wanted to show that we were very close. She argued that we already would know each other, as I was living in the same house with her and I worked in the restaurant. The rapist could have seen me there and would know that Kathy and I knew each other. I conceded to that point, but made a compromise. We would act like we knew each other, but only as not too close friends. So I just gave her a nod and smile as I passed her.

In the weeks before school started, the school administration had a visit from the detective from the FBM. In strictest confidence they agreed to have my credits from last year transferred to me as coming from another school and to enroll me into my next semester although I was of a much younger age now. This enabled me to go to my classes and continue my studies as if I had never left.

The first few days were not so much different from last semester. Not counting the attention of the boys of course. More disturbing to me was that some boys looked good to me. And I caught myself staring at some of them a few times. Classes weren't that difficult with my new perfect memory, though it did cause me headaches if I didn't get enough sleep. But more problematic was my enhanced cognitive power. For each action I was about to take, an outcome would present itself in my mind. I really had to focus on blocking it, or I would keep seeing things all the time. Sometimes I didn't block it enough, and then I just didn't do anything. I just stood motionless for a while. I practiced a lot to keep my power in check and it paid off as my control grew. Still it kept draining me to focus.

But I enjoyed my time in classes again. Nobody knew who I used to be and life seemed good again. In the back of my mind however I kept thinking which of my fellow students did the crime that changed my whole life forever. I was certain that the real culprit was someone in the school. Unfortunately my previous self had too many enemies.

One morning early I just put some books into my locker and prepared to go to the study hall, when behind someone said, "Hello there, beautiful."

Damn didn't any of the guys get the hint? I already had turned down every boy asking me out on a date. I turned around and saw the big Chinese guy Chao standing in front of me. Shit, he tried to clobber me the last time we met. Oh I forgot, that was the old me. Apparently he thought that I was waiting for him to talk.

So he continued, "Let's go out tomorrow night. If you're not busy that is."

I puffed, "I am busy and even if I weren't, I still wouldn't go out with you."

His face changed from a leering smile to angrily astonishment. "What? You think you are too good for me? Just like the other?"

With that he grabbed my bare arm and Bingo, I got a forceful premonition. I saw him beat me senseless and then rape me. The scene was awfully familiar to me. I searched my brain for when I saw this before and my photographic memory obliged of course. It was almost the same scene as what I had seen in my premonition of Kathy.

I yanked my arm free and backed away from him. My voice trembled with fear and anger as I said, "You. You were the one that raped Kathy."

Chao's eyes widened as I said it, and looked around him to see if anyone had heard what I said. Because it was still so early, no one was within earshot and I realized my mistake in telling him my knowledge. He turned back towards me with a murderous glare in his eyes. Without hesitation I bolted from the spot and ran for my life as I heard him following me. My power wasn't much of a help now with me in a panic. I had chosen a wrong direction as there were only empty storage rooms and a flight of stairs. I quickly started down the stairs in the hope I would come across someone who could help me. Meanwhile I grabbed my cell phone and speed dialed Helen.

She answered soon enough and I yelled, "Helen, help me. I found him."

Then Chao was close enough to me to slap the phone out of my hand sending it skittering across a floor. I doubled my efforts going down the stairs till I reached the bottom. I raced to the doors leading outside, but they were locked. I didn't have much time to look around for my next direction, as Chao bounded down the stairs towards me.

In a blind panic I ran from the locked doors deeper into the building. Because of my panic I missed the turn to the emergency stairs and ended up running through the hallway towards the locker rooms. I soon realized my mistake as I passed the locker rooms and found myself in a blind alley. I turned around for another way out, but Chao already blocked the exit.

I managed to slip into the boys locker room and for a moment thought about hiding inside a locker. But it would take time to find an open locker. My precoq power wasn't showing me which locker was unlocked, but instead showed me a preview of me getting caught, being raped and killed. I shook myself out of those thoughts and continued into the PE court. Briefly touching the handlebar on the door confirmed to me that the emergency doors were locked as well, and I proceeded towards the other end of the court. Chao was coming towards me already, but breathing heavily, he didn't have the stamina for a long run. With my light weight I had a slight advantage. Chao was too close for me to hide out of sight, so I slipped between the bars of the collapsible bleachers. I knew his bulk was too great to follow me, so I was relatively safe.

Chao screamed out in frustration, "Damn it, I'm gonna get you, you rotten bitch."

I could catch my breath and think of my next move. I didn't get much time to think however, as I had to run for my life again. Chao was pushing the bleachers into their collapsed state against the wall, trying to squish me like a bug. I just cleared each section as it closed up, emerging at the far end moments later.

Chao was waiting for me there, "Now I've got you."

I didn't make a sound and could just slip between him and the wall towards the girls locker room. Almost out of breath I ran through the room, the fear giving me the incentive to keep on going. As I reached the door to the hallway, my luck ran out. The door was locked. Frantically I looked around for a place to hide or escape through, but there was nothing. Chao already reached the doorway to the room and closed off the only exit. Breathing heavily he paused for a moment with an evil grin on his face like a hideous mask. I backed up against the wall and my precog power decided to kick in with full force again.

I saw myself getting beaten to a pulp, viciously raped and could almost feel the big hands on me squeezing the life out of me. While this went on in my mind, I sagged down the wall crying, ending up in a puddle of misery and in a catatonic state. I was totally oblivious to the outside world now.
 
 
Redemption

Chao slowly pounded his way towards me, sure that he could have his way with such a helpless victim. It was still early enough that no one was around to disturb him. He intended to have some fun with the girl before killing this incriminating witness.

He was so caught up in his plans, that he didn't notice the people coming up behind him. He first noticed someone else was there when a hand fell heavily on his shoulder. By then it was too late for him as the agents of the FBM already put the handcuffs on him.

I was so caught in my premonition that I was oblivious to the event. I cringed even more when I felt a hand on my shoulder I expected pain, or my clothes torn. But strangely it didn't hurt. A soft voice tried to get through to me at that time. At first I didn't hear it well enough, but it was insistent.

Then I heard, "Xia it's all right. You're safe now."

It took me awhile to recognize the voice as Helen's voice. But once I did, it woke me out of my state of catatonic fear. I hugged Helen and cried again. This time I cried from happiness and relief that it was over.

Helen and an unknown man helped me to get up from the floor. I saw Chao being led away in cuffs. The man next to me introduced himself as Agent Duff.

He asked, "He isn't the one responsible for your change, right?"

Through my tears I answered, "Not directly no, but he is the reason everything happened. He raped Kathy Hsu instead of Douglas Wood."

It was strange but it felt better speaking of my past self in the third person. I am not him anymore. I still have the memories of him, but I'm the Chinese girl Xia Wu now.

Helen asked, "Are you sure about that, Xia?"

"Yes Helen, he told me, not asked, that he wanted to go out with me. When I refused, he got upset and said and I quote, 'You think you are too good for me? Just like the other?' Then he grabbed my arm and I had a premonition of him raping me. It was almost identical to what I saw from Kathy. I then made the mistake that I knew that he raped Kathy. He looked murderously at me, I ran and he chased after me."

As I gave my statement to Helen and the agent, Kathy appeared in the hallway and came running at me.

"Xia, are you all right? I heard someone was chasing you."

I hugged Kathy, "I'm fine now. I finally found the one responsible. It was Chao. He was the one that raped you and set me up for it. I just found out when he tried to take me out on a date. I refused and he intended to rape me as well. After I blurted that I knew, he came after me to kill me."

Kathy started crying now from anguish hearing my ordeal and relief that it was all over. She continued to hug me which I returned to her as well. Agent Duff interrupted, "Miss Hsu, Miss Wu, I know this might not be an opportune time, but I really need to know who was the spell maker that put the spells on Miss Wu."

I turned to him, "I have a pretty good idea. Kathy, do you mind that we tell everything to your parents and ask them now?"

Agent Duff asked a bit surprised to Kathy, "You knew already about the Miss Wu being the former Douglas Wood?"

I answered for her, "Before school started, I told Kathy everything. She knows who I used to be, how I became like this and has been trying to help me find the person that made the potion and spells."

Helen showed a little surprise on her face, while Agent Duff kept his face neutral.

"I see. I'm not sure that it was wise, but I guess you had your reasons. It's done, no use to complain. Now if you don't mind I would like to have a talk with Miss Hsu's parents. Another agent will accompany us. Miss Davis, would you like to be there as well?"

Helen confirmed and Agent Duff continued, "I would prefer to have the conversation at our office."

Helen didn't agree, "I think it is better not to intimidate the family too much. May I suggest that we go to the restaurant for our talk?"

I nodded my agreement and Kathy did also. Agent Duff grudgingly agreed and together with another agent we all set out to the restaurant. I didn't feel like taking any more lessons today anymore anyway.

At this hour the restaurant was still closed of course, but we let ourselves in. Kathy called for her parents, who came quickly a bit afraid of all the people accompanying us two girls. Kathy told them to sit down and listen first. On the way over I convinced the others that prior to asking them straight about the potion and spell maker, I would explain to them all about today's events and who I was.

I sat down opposite both parents and started.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hsu, please hear me out without interruption."

They looked puzzled towards both me and Kathy, but nodded in agreement.

I continued, "First I have a confession to make. My name isn't Wang Meili. It's Wu Xia."

Did I see a hint of recognition fly over Mr. Hsu's face? I couldn't be certain.

"I'm certain you have questions about why I used a fake name. Well it will become clear soon. Today by accident I found out the real culprit who raped Kathy. It was Henry Chao, not Douglas Wood."

Now the emotions were flashing across the faces of both parents. But Mr. Hsu looked a bit more concerned than distraught. He would be my best bet as the one who hired the spell maker.

"After I found out, Chao was going to rape me as well and then kill me. But Miss Davis here and agents of the FBM intervened just in time to prevent that from happening."

Mrs. Hsu was almost in tears by listening to my story. Now I came to the part of why we were here.

"As you understand by now, Douglas Wood was innocent of the crime he was accused of. But he was punished nonetheless."

Mrs. Hsu couldn't keep quiet anymore and spoke up, "What do you mean? He walked out of the court room a free man."

Mr. Hsu kept quiet, but his face showed all the signs of distress and guilt.

I raised my hand to stop Mrs. Hsu from speaking. "Douglas was shunned by everyone at school and started drinking. Then he got ambushed and was forced to drink a potion containing a spell virus."

Mrs. Hsu squinted her eyes hearing my statement.

"Those spells transformed him into a young Chinese girl, with some very nasty and devious spells making her a nymphomaniac and slut."

Mrs. Hsu was now totally in shock, while her husband bowed his head slightly.

"Fortunately a special doctor was able to change the spells so that I could live a normal life."

Mrs. Hsu opened her eyes wide from the shock, "You were Douglas Wood."

Grimly I answered, "Yes I was."

Both parents looked at Kathy, who responded, "Xia already confided in me some time ago."

Agent Duff spoke up, "We would like to know who put the spells on Douglas Wood."

Mrs. Hsu asked, "Why ask us?"

Softly I responded instead, "Because I saw someone in the building when the potion was forced on me. I'm pretty sure it was Mr. Hsu. Am I right?" and I looked intensely at him.

He cringed, while his wife turned to him, "Li is this true? Did you hire someone?"

Hsu Li sagged in his chair showing guilt on his face before speaking up. "Yes I hired a specialist from the old country. His name is Liaw Wen. He already returned to China and I don't know where he is now. I don't even know if there is any antidote for what he used."

Then he sagged even more in his chair. Mrs. Hsu started to curse and swear in Chinese till I said in Chinese for her to stop.

She asked, "Are you not angry at Li for what has been done to you?"

I looked down and said in a soft voice, "Yes I was, but I knew he did it for revenge of what was done to his daughter that he loves. He really believed I was guilty and had gotten away with it. At present I have reconciled myself to it. It is done and nothing can be done to undo it. I'm a Chinese woman till the day I die."

Both parents looked at me in shock. Mr. Hsu said, "I can't believe that it cannot be reversed."

Both Helen and Kathy said, "Believe it. The change is permanent and Xia can never become a man again."

Agent Duff added, "We just want those kinds of spells out of this world, they are too dangerous."

Mrs. Hsu asked, "What do you mean, Mr. Duff?"

I responded before he could, "Liaw Wen included a spell that made me go to any male in my sight and cast an Attractor / Whisper spell. This meant that every time I saw a man, I would get fucked and afterwards cast away like trash."

This statement drew even more gasps of astonishment from both parents.

I continued, "And coupled with my already existing power it gave me a photographic memory, so I can never forget what I did either."

After this Mr. Hsu gave all the information he had to agent Duff. The FBM agents soon after that left to file their reports. Helen Davis made sure I was ok with the family before departing as well. The restaurant stayed closed that day as we had a lot to discuss. Both parents insisted on making reparations and wanted to know what they could offer me.

I told them, "I lost everything I ever was and on top of that I lost my entire family. Now the first isn't all that bad, I wasn't a good boy. But I would have liked to say goodbye to my mom and brother. Unfortunately they moved away while I was changing."

I paused to wipe a tear from my cheek, "I think I'm happy now as a girl. And I have a best friend in Kathy."

Mrs. Hsu didn't agree with me. "No way you are going to be alone on this world. We will be your family from now on."

Kathy piped in, "I do think of you as the sister I never had, Xia."

Both her parents kept insisting that I accept their offer, so after thinking it over carefully, I found myself with a new family that would take care of me and support me in whatever I now would choose to do.
 

 

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