Ultragreen -6- The Plan

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...always assuming that nothing went wrong.

Ultragreen
 
Ultragreen
6- The Plan
by Erin Halfelven

 

Shellie had always been precise. And analysis, calculation and method were how George dealt with the world. So of course, they made a plan.

First, they decided, they had to secure the lab, so no one else found out what they had been doing. Because if someone interfered, Shellie might be stuck as a girl. Security would be a continuing problem, but maybe they could eventually replace the locks with ones only they had keys to.

Second, they had to get back to school; they had permission to be off campus only until 7 p.m., even though curfew was 10, and they had to show up for evening roll call if they missed dinner in the mess hall. Shellie felt a pang of hunger, so it would be better to get back in time to eat.

Third, they had to figure out how to conceal the fact that Shellie was now a girl. At least until this wore off or they could reverse it.

Fourth was going to be figuring out how to tackle the reversal problem, though usually, they wouldn’t be able to get back to the mansion until next Saturday. Maybe they could come on Sunday this week?

Fifth had to be ordinary stuff like school work and maybe visits from parents and such. George’s folks would not be coming, Kansas was a long way away, and they weren’t rich. Shellie’s parents lived in Southern California, only a six-hour drive away, the speeds Shellie’s dad drove. They weren’t scheduled to come before the end of the term, but they had made unplanned trips before. And they had the money to fly in if they wanted to do so.

That pretty much covered the basics of the plan, always assuming that nothing went wrong.

Step one went as planned. They had done this before so cleaning up and locking everything down so no one would suspect they had been inside the mansion went without a hitch.

They mounted up on their bikes, taking along the few tools and their lunchboxes they were taking back to school and set off with plenty of time to reach the academy gate before seven. Along the way, they discussed what they saw as their problems.

It was a beautiful spring day in Thibido, the desert valley awash in new spring grass and the trees on the hills were dressed in new spring leaves. Higher up the slopes, the evergreens were evergreen still, and so the world seemed to be celebrating the discovery of green light.

Shellie had never felt more alive. It was all she could do not to ride along, whooping and hollering. Even George seemed affected by the light, staring around in his open-mouth way and grinning every time he and Shellie locked gazes.

It seemed like a glorious time to be alive. Shellie felt sure that her exuberance was fueled by the dose of that ultragreen light she had gotten during their experiment. Yeah, it had changed her sex instead of giving her superpowers but, wow, even that was something amazing, wasn’t it?

They pedaled on across the heights, even pedaling on downslopes to get up speed for the next upslope. Shellie felt at times that she had strength and energy she had never had before, and that was probably due to the green light, too.

They practically flew along the empty road. Carson Rogers Academy for Exceptional Boys lay behind the first rank of hills above the town at the end of a road constructed for one purpose, accessing the school. So there was almost no traffic on a late spring afternoon.

“It’s a boys only school,” George mentioned, subtracting the distortion caused by his speech impediments.

“You’re right,” said Shellie. “So we can’t let anyone know what happened or they’ll kick me out.”

“Huh, huh, huh,” George laughed.

“It’s not funny.”

‘Yes, it is, Shellie,” said George, still grinning his gargoyle grin.

“No, it isn’t! And don’t you dare call me Shellie at school,” she insisted.

“Huh, huh, huh,” laughed George. He’d gotten over his monstrous fright, knowing that his friend was all right. “I’m glad we didn’t kill you,” he said.

“Well,” Shellie admitted, “I’m rather pleased about that too.”

They both laughed, ironically and un-ironically because they felt good.

“Do you like being a girl?” George asked.

“Sh!” Shellie hushed him. “You should be thinking about how we’re going to change me back or how to keep it a secret until we can!”

They rode in thoughtful silence for a while. Carson Rogers was organized more like a college than any ordinary middle or high school. Shellie considered it lucky that he and George shared a room with only each other and that students at the school changed clothes in their own bunkrooms instead of a common gym locker area. They should be able to keep her secret for the rest of the term.

George commented, “I’ve never had a girl friend before.”

“I’m not your girlfriend,” squeaked Shellie, appalled. Another fortunate happenstance was that hardly anyone, besides herself, could understand George most of the time. “Don’t let anyone hear you say things like that!”

“Huh, uh, huh, huh,” laughed George.

They topped the crest of the last hill, the school gates lay directly ahead, and it was barely six p.m., they could even eat dinner if they wanted to. Saturday night was barbecued beef roast. Normally a light eater, Shellie’s mouth watered already. George, of course, would eat almost anything and lots of it. One of his nicknames at the school was, “Thirds.”

Beaming, George pulled even with Shellie and whispered. “It’s going to be strange having a girl for a bunkie.”

Sleeping in the same room with George’s snoring was always a challenge, but Shellie suddenly imagined George changing clothes in front of her. Wouldn’t he be too shy to do it? And what would Shellie wear to sleep in? She didn’t own any pajamas and usually slept in just undershorts.

When put that way, she guessed it was going to be strange for both of them.

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Sounds to me

like George has every reason not to change Shellie back.

Gee, it hasn't occurred to them...

Hypatia Littlewings's picture

... that Shellie may have been, both turned in to a girl, and got superpowers.

>i< ..:::

Trouble

They are going to get busted, what about showers and gym. She definitely needs pajas.

hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna

The eyes have it

Jamie Lee's picture

If she now has vivid green eyes, it won't be hard for someone to notice the change. And if at any time she has to get undressed anywhere other than her room, she's going to be the only one without the proper plumbing for the school.

Those two should now understand why messing with something unknown is not a good idea, unless the have the owners manual.

Others have feelings too.