Heather's story part 8

Heather's story
By Varian Milagro


Chapter 8

Heather woke up on Thursday morning snuggled up against Abigail, using her shoulder for a pillow and cupping one of her breasts through her nightgown. Their legs were intertwined and she could feel an intimate heat on her right thigh. Mr. Whiskers lay on the other side of Abigail. He stared at Heather through tiny slits while purring contentedly. Heather felt like joining him. Besides a strong craving for nicotine she felt at peace.

She knew that she should pull away, that she should be ashamed and horrified, that if nothing else she should let go of Abigail’s boob. But she had no desire to do so. She’d never known that a breast could feel so nice. Her own had never felt that good. And it wasn’t just because Abigail’s were larger. She felt intimately connected to her best friend and wanted to spend the entire day wrapped up in her arms.

Was she gay now?

According to her dream, Rebecca had participated in the ceremony on Sunday so that Heather would return her affections. Apparently it had affected her feelings for Abigail as well. Was she gay for all women now? Her attraction to Abigail seemed to have increased dramatically after they’d kissed yesterday, right after she’d turned Kathleen into a smoker. She’d remembered feeling the magic flow through her body, like it was alive. Had the magic altered Abigail’s feelings, too? Had she made Abigail gay? But that didn’t explain Kirk and Todd. It was Abigail’s idea for them to go on a double date with the two guys from bible study.

She thought about Kirk for a moment. He was still cute and she still liked him in a boy-girl way. Did that make her bi-sexual?

Could Pastor William make her a heterosexual again?

Her thoughts turned to Bulldog, making her cringe. She felt horrible about what she’d done to him, not that she’d had a choice. He would have raped her if she hadn’t used magic on him. Was that what she’d done to Vince, the trucker she’d met the night before? Had she made his penis and testicles disappear, too?

She didn’t feel as guilty about Vince; no one had set him up. He’d tried to force himself on her of his own free will. Maybe it was better that he went through life without a penis. In a way she’d done womankind a favor. The world was a better place now that he was a eunuch. Her thoughts soured when she remembered that the ends never justified the means and it was not her place to punish the wicked.

Speaking of wicked, just what had appeared in the chalk circle during the ceremony? She still had no memory of the ceremony itself, but in her dream Mary had made mention of a ‘thing’ that, based on the horror on her face, must have been terrifying. She had a vague memory of figure looming over her while people in dark robes chanted. It’d had a horrible voice, reminiscent of a snow shovel scraping against concrete, but deeper and evil. As she strained to recall the image, the magical force within her grew at a rapid rate, feeling like it might explode out of her.

Fearing for Abigail she changed her thoughts away from the ceremony. The magic’s intensity faded a little. She no longer felt like she was going to lash out, but she yearned to use magic. It was worse than her craving for a cigarette. She looked over at Mr. Whiskers, thinking that maybe she could use him as an outlet. Change something small like the length of his tail or the color of eyes. A sharp hiss broke her thoughts.

Mr. Whiskers faced her with his back arched, his tail high and his fangs bared. He let out a second hiss and then leapt off the bed.

“What the...”

Heather felt Abigail’s body stiffen beneath her. She closed her eyes and held her breath.

“Are you awake?”

“Yes”, Heather said in a small voice.

“Why are you holding my boob?”

“I don’t know.” She released Abigail’s breast. “I’m sorry. I woke up that way.”

“Don’t worry about it. It felt kinda nice actually.” Abigail lifted Heather’s chin. “Your body feels nice against mine.” She kissed Heather on the lips. Not getting the response she’d hoped for, she said,“What’s wrong? Did you have another one of those dreams?”

Heather pulled herself free from Abigail’s body. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It isn’t right.” She sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from Abigail. “We’re not gay. We’re straight. We have dates with two cute guys tonight. We should be cuddling with them, not each other.”

“We’re not doing anything wrong, Heather.”

Heather knew that wasn’t true. Starshine’s magic had made her gay for her best friend and now her magic was making Abigail gay, too. “I want us to be friends like we’ve always been. I’m scared that we’re going to mess up our friendship and you mean too much to me.”

Abigail slid up behind Heather and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I don’t want to lose you either.” She hugged Heather’s back. “If you’re not comfortable cuddling then we won’t.” She released Heather and then hopped out of bed. “We can take it slow. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Thank you. Do you want to walk to Hava Java? We can take your shortcut again.”

“You can smoke in my room. My mom won’t care.”

“I’m not comfortable with that. I was worried that your parents were going to catch me last night when I smoked in your room. Plus I hate stinking up your things.”

“A walk would be nice, I guess.”

As they dressed, Heather felt a pulling sensation coming from below Abigail’s bedroom. It felt like there was an invisible tether connected to her and something downstairs. Occasionally the tether would move as if whatever was connected to the other side was moving about. The whole thing reminded Heather of a compass. She was the compass and something downstairs was the north pole.

When they descend the stairs twenty minutes later the pulling sensation grew in strength, feeling less magnetic and more like a presence, something alive and familiar. As they neared the kitchen the sensation was joined by the overpowering odor of pine-sol, a scratching noise, and Kathleen singing along to Blind Melon’s “No Rain”.

Inside the kitchen they found Kathleen on her knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor. She was the north pole. To be certain, Heather walked to the other side of the kitchen; the pulling sensation stayed rooted on Abigail’s mother.

Abigail stared at her mother for nearly a minute, a look of confusion on her face.

“Is everything alright, pumpkin?” Kathleen asked as she stood.

Abigail’s expression softened. “Yeah, I had this weird memory that I was supposed to scrub the floors today.”

“I don’t want you wasting your time on household chores. You have better things to do.” Kathleen removed her apron and yellow rubber gloves. “I was just about to take a coffee break. Care to join me?”

“We’re walking to Hava Java,” Abigail replied.

“No need. I picked up a couple mochas while I was out.” Kathleen smiled as she pointed to a pair of Hava Java to-go cups sitting on the kitchen counter.

Heather and Abigail grabbed their mochas and then sat down at the kitchen table.

“Are they warm enough?” Kathleen asked while pouring herself a cup of drip coffee. “I can warm them in the microwave.”

“Mine’s fine, mom.”

Heather’s eyes were on the pack of cigarettes sitting on the kitchen table. Seeing them renewed her guilt over turning Kathleen into a smoker. They also made her crave a cigarette even more. She’d been looking forward to having a cigarette on their walk to the coffee shop. Now she’d have to wait until who knew when to get some relief.

Kathleen joined them at the table a minute later, carrying a small platter of assorted cookies. “I bought these from Janey Turner today. Her daughter’s soccer team is raising money for new equipment.” Kathleen lit a cigarette and then double pumped it. When she resumed talking smoke spurted from her mouth. “Christine Bradford stopped by earlier, too. She’s looking for someone to keep an eye on a repairman while their hot tub is fixed. I hope you don’t mind, but I volunteered you two.”

Abigail’s face lit up. She grabbed Heather’s arm. “Oh my god. You have to see their house. It’s so amazing. They have an indoor pool and the walk-in closet in the master bedroom is bigger than my bedroom.”

Heather smiled weakly. “Great.” Her focus was firmly on Kathleen’s cigarette. As soon as she’d caught a whiff of smoke her cravings had gone into overdrive, becoming more unbearable with each puff Kathleen took. Her salvation was just inches away, sitting beneath a baby blue lighter.

Kathleen followed Heather’s eyes to her pack of cigarettes as she exhaled a thick cone of smoke across the table. “Would you like a cigarette, Heather?”

Heather froze, her eyes wide and full of panic. She looked to Abigail for help, but she shrugged, as if to say “don’t look at me”.

“It’s okay to smoke in front of me.” Kathleen picked up the pack, holding them toward Heather. “You’re old enough now. Both of you are.”

Heather gazed at the pack, wanting to say yes desperately, but the thought of smoking in front of an adult felt so wrong. Her face grew increasingly warmer as she struggled with the offer. She wanted to smoke, but didn’t want to be a smoker. She’d only been smoking the last couple of days because her sister had given her the addiction of a pack a day smoker. Smoking in front of Kathleen was like declaring herself as a smoker, something she never wanted to be. In a small voice she said, “No thank you.”

“I won’t tell on you, if that’s what you’re worried about. Your secret is safe with us.”

That wasn’t what worried her. Both her mother and older sister smoked and her dad had a smoking fetish; they’d be thrilled at the news. She stared at the pack for a few moments longer, her desire increasing by the second. When she couldn’t take the torture any more she reached out with a trembling hand and removed a cigarette from the pack. She stared at the ground as she slowly placed it in her mouth. “Thank you, Mrs. Smith.”

“Call me Kathleen, dear,” she said as she lit Heather’s cigarette.

Heather blew her smoke off to the side and then took another drag. When she exhaled this time she sighed as the smoke did its thing to her withdrawals.

Kathleen smiled. “First cigarette of the morning is the best, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is.”

“How long have you been smoking?” Kathleen asked as she tapped her cigarette in a glass ashtray in the center of the table.

Heather thought back. Did sharing smokey kisses with Rebecca on Sunday count? She still didn’t have any memory of Monday morning, but since she hadn’t had any cravings later in the day she must have had at least one before coming to the Smith’s home. It would explain why she’d arrived smelling like cigarettes. “Four?”

“Four weeks? That makes sense. I figured you must have been smoking for some time to be able to inhale that well.”

“No, four cigarettes. This is the fourth.” She took a puff. It was starting to taste pretty good.

“You can’t be serious.” Kathleen said and then took a long drag. “No one smokes like that after four cigarettes.”

Heather shrugged, not knowing what to say. Her sister’s magic had given her an addiction to cigarettes, it was probably making her acclimate to them faster than normal, too. It was just as well. If she was going to smoke she might as well enjoy it. Gagging on smoke had been torture. She closed her eyes as she dragged this time, savoring the sensation of the nicotine flowing through her body, driving the cravings away.

“Would you care for a cigarette, pumpkin?”

Heather’s eyes flew open. Kathleen was holding the pack of cigarettes out toward her daughter. Abigail’s face was bright red and she was giving her mother a look like she’d just asked her to run naked in public.

“I don’t smoke, Mom.”

“There was a time when you didn’t drive or wear makeup, either.” Kathleen’s cheek hollowed as she sucked on her cigarette.

“You want me to start smoking? Smoking kills people and it tastes gross.”

“Do you know how many people die every year riding in cars? Are you going to walk everywhere?” She exhaled smoke through her nose and then said, “As for the taste, have you ever tried a cigarette? How would you know if it tastes gross?”

Abigail stared at the cigarettes like she was actually contemplating taking her mother up on her offer.

Heather wanted to intervene. This was her fault. Not only had she turned Kathleen into a smoker, but she was also pressuring her own daughter to smoke. She wrestled with herself, wanting to fix Kathleen, but not wanting to use magic. Using magic was wrong, but wasn’t it worse to leave someone cursed with magic? Yet in a way it was nicer now that Kathleen smoked. She no longer had to smoke in secret and then worry about smell. But what if Abigail took her mom up on her offer?

Thinking about her best friend smoking reminded her of sharing smoky kisses with Rebecca in the previous night’s dream. Imagines leapt into her mind of Abigail with tattoos and piercings like Rebecca’s, of her wearing black leather pants and a tiny bikini top with a lit cigarette dangling from red, sultry lips. Her panties grew warm and damp.

“I don’t want to smoke,” Abigail said weakly.

Heather took a drag off her cigarette, hoping it would hide her disappointment.

“That’s fine, pumpkin. Just know that if you change your mind you are welcome to my cigarettes.”

Once Heather finished her cigarette she and Abigail headed upstairs to prepare for the house sitting gig. She didn’t have a swimsuit with her, but Abigail loaned her a one piece. She’d turned down the offer of a two piece, despite Abigail’s insistence that she’d look great in it. Having her arms and legs bare around a repairman was going to be bad enough. Showing off her midriff wasn’t something she had any intention of doing in front of a man, no matter who he was.

As they exited the house and then walked across the cul de sac the invisible tether that connected Heather to Kathleen slowly faded in strength. When they reached the Bradford’s driveway it was gone entirely. She put the weird pulling sensation out of her mind; she had enough to worry about already.

Christine Bradford greeted them at the door with a smile that seemed to say to the world, “I’m more beautiful than you are”. She wore a peach colored dress that probably cost more than Gordon Smith made in a month. The diamond in her wedding ring looked big enough to choke on.

“Thank you so much for doing this for me, Abigail. I’m happy to see that you brought a friend to keep you company. You’re welcome to use the pool. Once the hot tub is fixed you can use that too or you can go home. I’ll show you how to set the alarm.” Christine turned and walked into the house. “I won’t be home until late, but Albert should be home by six. There’s leftover salmon mousse in the pantry fridge. It’s simply divine.”

The entry hall was covered with professional photos of Christine, most of them of her alone, but in others she was accompanied by a man quite a bit older than her. One of the photos was a wedding photo, leading Heather to believe that he was her husband and not her father. Between his silver hair and firm jaw he looked like could play a senator in a movie. His smile exuded experience, intelligence and sophistication.

“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like. Hopefully the repairman will be on time and won’t take too long. The theater is open for use, too. We have all of the latest movies and of course Netflix, HBO and all the rest.”

“We can’t stay past five tonight. We have dates.”

“Ah, how cute. Well. this shouldn’t take that long. If it looks like the repairman will be here past 5pm, text me and I’ll make my husband come home early.”

They entered a giant glass atrium that was half pool room and half green house. The hot tub sat up on small hill, overlooking a long rectangular pool with clear blue water. Several lounge chairs lined the glass wall, facing the immaculately landscaped backyard.

“The first and last doors on the left are changing rooms. The one in the middle is a sauna. You’ll probably want to use the closest, since it is the one I use. Help yourself to anything in there. Mi casa su casa” Christine turned and sashayed toward the door. “Text me if you have any questions.”

The changing room had a shower, a pair of immaculate sinks sitting beneath a large vanity mirror, and all sorts of hooks and cubbies for storing clothing and personal belongings. All the fixtures were bronze and the furniture built from solid oak. The sink area held an array of creams, lotions and hair products. A shelf by the shower held giant, fluffy towels and bathrobes.

Heather was not comfortable being naked in front of others, even Abigail. When she removed her dress she faced the wall, hoping to hide her shame and her new found desire. The urge to look at her best friend’s nakedness was nearly overpowering. To see the swell of her beautiful breasts, the curves along the small of her back, her perky buttocks.

She fought against the images in her mind, wishing that she’d think of something else, getting her wish when she pulled down her panties and saw her pubic hair. It was a trimmed into a neat little triangle. She’d never trimmed her pubic hair before, having never understand the point. Even if she were married, she wouldn’t do something as vain as trim the hair around her sex. She rarely shaved her legs. When had it happened? It hadn’t been shaved yesterday morning when she’d taken a shower.

“Oh my god! When did you get a tattoo?” Abigail asked.

Heather’s body stiffened. “What tattoo?”

“The spider on your butt; I’m surprised that I didn’t notice it before.”

Heather let her panties drop and then ran to the vanity mirror. By twisting her body, thrusting her butt out, and craning her neck, she was able to get a good look at her new tattoo. There had been a burning sensation on her butt cheek when she’d used magic on Vince. Did she gain the tattoo at that time? It made sense. The eyeliner had appeared after she’d changed Bulldog and her ears became pierced after using magic on Kathleen. Was something going to change every time she used magic? Was that what Starshine had meant when she’d said that Heather would start to look like Constance?

Abigail moved her face close to Heather’s butt cheek. “It’s so scary looking. It looks like a real spider.” Abigail ran a finger gently over the tattoo. “When did you get it?”

Heather shivered at Abigail’s touch, wishing her hand would linger awhile longer. “Bethany made me get it.” She hated lying to Abigail, though she rationalized to herself that it was only a half lie. It it wasn’t for Bethany she wouldn’t be changing others or herself.

“I swear that you didn’t have that on Monday.” Abigail’s frown was mixed with frustration and self doubt. “Is there anything you’re not telling me?”

Heather’s face burned. She stepped into her swimsuit and yanked it up her legs. “I…” She wanted to tell Abigail the truth. It ached to get out almost as much as the magic. “I can’t to talk about. I don’t want to lose you, too”

“You’re not going to lose me.” Tears filled Abigail’s eyes. “I don’t care that you smoke or have tattoos. I love you. You know that. Whatever it is we’ll go through it together.”

Seeing her best friend’s tears tore up Heather inside. She wanted to pull Abigail in her arms and hold her tight. She also wanted to kiss her and caress her breasts. “I want to believe that, really I do. I just...” Heather grabbed a towel and then hurried out of the dressing room.

When Abigail didn’t follow her out of the dressing room, she wanted to run back in and apologize, but conflicting desires immobilized her. Instead she slipped into the pool and swam its length, starting with the front crawl and then switching to the butterfly once she’d she’d warmed up.

She was on her second lap of breast strokes when she saw Abigail enter the pool room from the main house followed by a stout, balding man. He wore tan coveralls with “Frank” embroidered above his right breast pocket. The sticker on his toolbox read, “Benson Hot Tub Maintenance and Repair”. He headed toward the hot tub while Abigail walked right up to the pool and then dove in. Heather swam over to her.

“I’m sorry.” Heather gave Abigail a hug, their wet breasts sliding off each other, giving her an erotic thrill.

Abigail pulled back until their faces were a few inches apart. “I don’t like having secrets between us, but I’ll just deal with it. I’m not going to let it be a thing.”

Heather felt even guiltier. Still, she couldn’t risk their friendship. It was one thing to admit to smoking, but homosexuality and witchcraft? As she thought about it she realized that her fear of confessing had less to do with Abigail’s acceptance, than her own. She couldn’t accept these things in herself. How could she expect anyone else to accept them?

After swimming for another twenty minutes the girls exited the pool. They laid out on the lounge chairs. Heather covered herself with one of the fluffy bathrobes while Abigail basked in the sunlight streaming through the atrium’s glass ceiling, trying to get a tan. It was too cold outside to sunbathe, but the temperature in the pool room was in the mid 70s. Abigail closed her eyes, looking like she might fall asleep. Heather kept an eye on the man fixing the hot tub.

Frank kept stealing glances at them. At first Heather didn’t think much about it, but then she realized that he was checking out Abigail’s boobs. What a perv! The guy had to be in his forties.

Men like Frank were the reason why her mother had raised her daughters to be modest in their dress and appearance at all times, otherwise they’d tempt men unnecessarily. She’d told them many times that men were lustful creatures by nature and there wasn’t anything that could be done about it.

It occurred to Heather that she could do something about it. She’d used magic to remove a man’s penis; it should be easy to remove a man’s lust. All she had to do was get Abigail out of the room and she’d be free to give the man a mental, or even physical, makeover. Her insides grew warm as the magic swelled, preparing for its imminent use.

No! Magic was evil! She would resist its siren song.

The magical force continued to grow in power. She tried to ignore its lure and the repairman’s leering glances at her best friend. It wouldn’t be a sin to use magic to protect her friend, would it? Yes, it would. The end did not justify the means. Heather continued her internal struggle until she felt like she was going to explode and shower magic on everyone in the pool room, transforming them into who knew what.

She focused on the repairman. If she was going to use magic inadvertently, she’d at least direct it his way. It occurred to her that she should probably decide what she would do to him in case the worst happened. Better to have a plan than let the magic change the man willy nilly.

He seemed to think that it was okay to openly lust after another person. Maybe he’d act differently if he had a taste of his own medicine. She’d always been a firm believer in the golden rule: do unto others as you’d have them do unto you. He was fairly ugly so he’d need to be better looking for anyone to lust after him.

In her mind she imagined walking up to him and sending a blast of magic his way. His image lost weight quickly and his bald spot was quickly covered in rich, thick auburn hair. Since she’d need to see what she was doing she imagined his clothing away, leaving only his boxers. His pale loose flesh grew taut as muscles swelled beneath his skin and then darkened with a rich tan, making him look like a professional lifeguard. The years faded from his face until he looked like he was in his early twenties.

His underwear shifted into a baby blue pair of speedos. Heather frowned. He needed to do something that garnered more attention than just lifeguarding. The speedos became a thong. He could strip for a living. Then he’d know what it was like to be leered at. She’d fill him with her aversion to homosexuality and then make him dance for men. They’d lust after him and he’d hate every second of it.

Thinking of strippers made her think of Rebecca. In her mind the man’s hair darkened as it flowed down his back. Her heart pounded as the man’s pecs softened and swelled, his nipples lengthening into thick, erect nubs. She stifled a moan when his tits stopped growing; they were nearly as beautiful as Rebecca’s.

“I’d love to live in a house like this.”

“Huh?” Heather looked around. The repairman was up by the hot tub, still bald, rotund and entirely male.

“This is the kind of house I want,” Abigail said. “You know, indoor pool, giant kitchen, massive bathroom with a rain shower built into the ceiling.”

Heather took in the beauty of the pool room. She’d never imagined living in a home as nice as this one. It was so lavish. She’d always imagined living in a nice, quiet neighborhood in a modest home like her parents. Something normal. Not that normal was in the cards for her any more.

“I’m going to make some lunch,” Abigail said as she sat up.

“I’ll go too.”

“One of us has to stay here.” Abigail motioned with her head towards the hot tub.

“I’ll make lunch then.” Heather feared being alone with the repairman and inadvertently making her daydream into a reality.

She hurried into the house and then tried to remember how to get to the kitchen. She found the billiard room, a large library with a vaulted ceiling, and a small movie theater before she discovered the immense kitchen. It looked like the cover of a magazine: granite counters, cherry wood cabinets with glass fronts, brushed chrome fixtures and appliances. She fell in love instantly.

Before she’d finished pulling ingredients out of the massive viking refrigerator Abigail appeared in the kitchen and let her know that Frank had finished repairing the hot tub and had gone. After eating smoked salmon salads they cleaned up after themselves and then departed.

As they crossed the cul de sac, Heather was drawn to Abigail’s house again; her invisible tether to Kathleen reasserting itself. It seemed to have a range of about 100 yards.

Once they were back in her bedroom, Abigail started going through her clothes, trying to decide what she wanted to wear on her date with Todd. “What are you wearing tonight?” she called from deep in her walk-in closet.

“I’m going to wear my tan dress.”

Abigail poked her head out of the closet. “Really?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but that dress is kind of plain. It’s fine for hanging around the house or getting coffee, but you should wear something more flattering for a date.”

Heather rifled through her suitcase. “I don’t have a lot of options. This is all that I have and I’m not going home to get more clothes.”

“You can borrow anything of mine, you know that.”

Heather frowned, knowing the types of clothes that her friend tended to wear. “You know that I’m not comfortable showing off skin in public.”

“And that’s something you need to get over. It’s no sin to show your arms and legs in public. Why don’t you try this? Go through my closet and point at anything that catches your eye. Don’t over think it; go with your gut. If it looks pretty let me know and I’ll put it in a pile.”

Heather browsed her way through Abigail’s closet, gazing at the colorful array of skirts, blouses, slacks, tights, shoes and dresses. She pointed at different articles of clothing and Abigail whisked them away before Heather could change her mind. When she emerged from the closet Abigail had all of her selections arranged on her bed.

“Well, it’s a lot of blacks and purples.” Abigail chewed her lip in thought.

“Is that bad?”

“No, not necessarily.” Abigail looked from the clothes and then to Heather. A gleam came to her eyes. “We can make this work. Are you okay with a little jewelry?”

Looking in the mirror, she fingered the two tiny holes in her ears. “Yeah, I’m okay with it, but something small.”

“And some makeup? Just a little bit?”

“Okay, I guess.”

Abigail let out a squeal and then proceeded to dress her best friend, something she’d been dying to do for years. Knowing that this could be her only opportunity to dress up Heather, she wanted to go all out, but knowing that if she did go all out it would definitely the first and last time, she restrained herself. She sent Heather off to get showered and then looked over the clothes on the bed, trying to decide what would be best for Heather to wear on their double date.

When Heather emerged from the bathroom there was only one outfit remaining on the bed. Abigail had even picked out panties and bra for her. Once she donned the underwear Abigail started handing her clothes. First up was a purple, half sleeve blouse followed by a pair of black jeans. Abigail then helped her insert a pair of amber earrings into her ears. After that she got to work on her makeup, adding a delicate amount of eyeshadow and a touch of lipstick to her permanent eyeliner.

Abigail wouldn’t let Heather look into a mirror until she was completely finished. When Heather finally saw her reflection she gasped and then grimaced. The purple eye shadow and lipstick made her feel like a clown. It took both Abigail and Kathleen fifteen minutes of encouragement to convince her that the small amount of makeup made her looked pretty, not foolish.

The girls spent the remaining time talking in Abigail’s room.

Heather yearned for a cigarette, despite already smoking her daily, compulsory cigarette and being free of nicotine withdrawals. Because of Kathleen’s new habit, the smell of cigarette smoke filled the house. It also filled her with temptation and guilt, both of which fueled her anxiety, which in turn fueled the magic churning within her. A cigarette might calm her down, which would be good, but then she’d smell like a smoker on her date, which would be bad. She also fretted about the clothing and makeup that Abigail had talked her into wearing and the impending date, too.

When it was finally time to leave it came as something of a relief; she was that much closer to the night being over. Now, if she could just make it through the night without accidentally unleashing the magic on another innocent person she’d be happy.

Todd and Kirk were already at the restaurant when the girls arrived and they spent the first few minutes telling the girls how nice they looked. Heather started to relax. The restaurant was small and quaint and had delicious food. The girls shared a plate of fish tacos while the guys each ate a Mondo Burrito. Their conversation was lively and it was a good time. Heather hopes that the night wouldn’t end in disaster began to rise.

After dinner, at Todd’s suggestion, they took a walk in the park that bordered Prairie Dog Lake.

The sun was setting, turning the lake and horizon a fiery orange. The park was deserted and eerily quiet, making Heather feel like they were the only four people left in the world. Within five minutes of arriving Abigail and Todd found a park bench and started making out. Heather and Kirk continued their journey along the concrete path, stopping to stare at the lake after a few minutes. He picked up a small rock and skipped it on the water. She picked up her own stone and gave it a toss. It sank upon contact.

“You have to throw it parallel to the water.” He threw a stone side arm, skipping it five times before it sank into the lake.

She tossed another stone. It landed with a single kerplunk.

“Try leaning to the side when you throw the stone.” Kirk moved behind her, putting one hand on her shoulder and the other on her opposite arm. He moved her arm in a swinging motion. “More like that.”

She turned in his embrace and faced him. They gazed at each other for a moment and then kissed. It was a chaste kiss and did not involve tongues or any groping, but it did wondrous things to Heather’s body, sending electric sensations straight to her toes. It was her first kiss by a boy and it couldn’t have been more romantic.

Their second kiss lasted longer. The electric sensation returned, this time hitting her nipples, causing them to tighten. When it hit her sex the power began to grow.

She ignored it at first, but the magic continued to swell within her. Her thoughts kept switching to Rebecca. She tried to keep her focus on Kirk, but when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, reminding her of the way Rebecca had kissed her, his image began to change in her mind. His features softened and his hair grew in length. When she began imagining that he had breasts she broke the kiss.

“We should find the others,” she said, staring at Kirk’s gorgeous lips, wanting them against hers, yet fearing what might happen if they kissed again. She liked that he was male and wanted him to stay that way.

“Okay.” He looked disappointed, but he took her hand in his and then led her back to the way they’d come.

Abigail and Todd were still making out when they rejoined them a few minutes later. Heather cleared her throat and the couple broke apart.

“I think we should head home,” Heather said.

“You guys should come over to our place,” Todd said. “We have a killer setup in the basement. We can watch ‘The Hobbit’ on DVD.”

“What do you think, Heather?” Abigail flashed her a “please say yes” look.

“Okay,” Heather said meekly.

Kirk and Todd rented a three bedroom house on the outskirts of town along with another guy named Byron. It was small, didn’t have a garage, and was in bad need of a paint job. The guys gave the girls a brief tour of the upstairs. It was clean, had a masculine smell about it, and the walls were bare except for a crooked “Iron Man” poster. The carpet and drapes look like they’d been installed when the house was built back in the 1970s.

The basement was one giant room and looked like it had been refurbished in the last few years; new carpet, blinds and paint. Four overstuffed recliners sat in front of a 60” television on the far end of the room. A small bar with three matching stools stood close to the stairs. A couch and two love seats created a conversation area in the middle of the room.

“Pretty nice, huh?” Todd said. “Why don’t you ladies make yourselves comfortable while Kirk and I will make some drinks? Do you like fruit smoothies?”

What Heather really wanted was a cigarette, but she said, “That would be nice.”

Abigail laid her hand on Todd’s bicep. “I’d love a smoothie.”

“I need to talk to you.” Heather said in Abigail’s ear. The power was on the rise again. She’d hoped that it would diminish once she’d stopped kissing Kirk. Instead it had grown steadily on the ride over as she worried about what might happen if they were left alone again.

“Hey guys, why don’t you go upstairs and make the drinks?” Abigail said.

“All of the supplies are down here,” Todd said.

Kirk punched Todd’s arm. “They want to be alone; they probably want to talk about what a moron you are.” He grabbed the blender and a bowl of fruit before heading upstairs with Todd in tow.

“What’s the matter, Heather? Don’t you like Kirk? He definitely likes you.”

“He’s real sweet. It has nothing to do with him. It’s just…Well, when I’m alone with him there’s these feelings in me and they start to get real intense. I’m afraid that if we’re alone together I’ll lose control and do something I’ll regret later.”

“I know what you’re talking about. Todd makes me feel that way sometimes, too. We’re here together and we can keep each other safe, okay? I trust Todd and Kirk to stop when we say stop.”

“I guess.”

“I won’t let you do anything with Kirk tonight.” Abigail pulled Heather into a hug.

Heather closed her eyes and melted into Abigail’s embrace, relishing her friend’s empathy. Rebecca’s image entered her mind again, and she started enjoying Abigail’s hug in a new way, her soft cheek against hers, their breasts rubbing together. As her nipples tightened, Heather pulled her head back and gazed at Abigail, her desire to kiss her friend nearly unbearable. A look of desire spread across Abigail’s face. She leaned forward, her lips parting. They stopped abruptly when they heard a creak on the stairs.

“Don’t stop on our account,” Todd said from the doorway. “I’m sure Kirk would love to see two beautiful girls make out, too.”

“Don’t be gross, Todd,” Abigail said as she let go of Heather.

“Come on. You two were just about to kiss. Why don’t you? It would be hot.”

Heather felt her face flush. “Maybe we should just go.”

Abigail glared at Todd, her arms crossed over her chest. “Why do you have to be such a jerk?”

“Leave them alone, Todd,” Kirk said as he descended the stairs. “Although, you are right. It would be hot seeing them kiss.”

Abigail ran over and pushed Todd. “Get out of here. We’re not done talking.”

Todd pushed back. “Don’t push me!”

Abigail stumbled backwards, crashing into the door.

Heather’s vision narrowed. The magic started flowing through her arms as she marched up to Todd. She grabbed him by the back of the neck. “You want kissing?”

Todd struggled to break free from Heather’s grip. “Let go!”

When Kirk rushed over to intervene she grabbed him by the neck, too. “You two kiss.” She shoved their faces together.

The magic surged through her hands into the boy’s bodies. They stopped resisting and allowed Heather to push their faces together. When she felt her nails dig into their necks she let go and then hurried to Abigail’s side, trying to ignore the dampness between her legs.

The boys faces were inches apart, gazing into each other’s eyes like they were truly seeing the other for the first time. Kirk raised a hand, brushed Todd’s cheek and then leaned forward, kissing him gently. They pulled apart, their half lidded eyes glued to each other’s lips, a sliver of blue tinted saliva linking their mouths. A moment later they locked lips again, kissing with a fiery passion.

“Holy moly,” Abigail said. “They were right, that is hot.”

Heather nodded. Despite the horror over using her magic again she had to admit that seeing the guys kiss was kind of hot.

Todd and Kirk broke their kiss, standing side by side, their shoulders touching, their heads leaning slightly toward the other.

“Okay, your turn,” Kirk said with a sly smile.

Heather ran her hand along Abigail’s cheek and then tucked her blonde hair behind her ear.

“Oh my god, your nails!” Abigail grabbed Heather’s left hand.

Heather stared at her fingernails. They extended at least an inch past her fingertips and were painted a dark, iridescent purple.

“Hey, you can discuss your manicures later,” Todd said. “You two owe us some lip action.”

“How in the heck did that happen?” Abigail said.

Heather couldn’t remember seeing her friend so frightened. It broke her heart. “Come with me.” She ran up the stairs.

“Hey what about the kiss?” Todd yelled after them.

“What the frick is going on, Heather?” Abigail said once they were upstairs. “How did you make Todd and Kirk kiss? How did your nails grow and paint themselves?”

“It’s Bethany. I don’t know how she did it, but she made it so that I can perform magic on people now. I can’t remember much, but I’ve been remembering parts of what she did to me. You remember that picture I have of the Goth woman with purple hair? Bethany and this other lady performed a weird ritual and I’m becoming that woman. She had magic powers and now so do I. Every time I use the magic something about me changes. That’s where I got the eyeliner and the tattoo.”

“You’re saying that you’re a witch?” Abigail looked at Heather’s long, painted fingernails. “Like a real one?”

“I guess. I mean I’m still me. I have these powers now, but I’m still me inside. I wish Pastor William was around. He could fix this.”

“Wow. Real magic?” Abigail sat down on the guy’s ragged couch. “This is a lot to take in.”

Heather sat next to her friend. She folded her hands in her lap and stared at the worn carpet. She looked up when Abigail took a hold of her left hand.

“So, your fingernails changed when you made when Todd and Kirk kiss. How did you get the eyeliner and the other stuff?”

“Bethany made me change a bouncer. He was going to rape me and I made his penis disappear. That’s how I got the eyeliner. I got the tattoo a couple nights ago when I snuck out to smoke I accidentally did the same to a trucker.”

“Oh my god.”

“I didn’t mean to, but he was getting real aggressive and giving off a serious rapey vibe. I guess I panicked.” Heather paused and looked back at the ground. “My ears got pierced when I changed your mom.”

“My mom? She hasn’t changed. She never changes.”

“I don’t know why no one noticed the change in your mom. The trucker guy sure noticed that he no longer had a penis.”

Abigail stiffened. “What did you do to her?”

“You remember when she slapped you?” Heather tried to make her voice stop shaking. “Well, I freaked and I used magic on her. I didn’t want her to call my mom because I smoked and I wanted her to stop making you clean the house all the time. I didn’t mean to turn her into a smoker.”

“My mom has been smoking for as long as I can remember.”

“That’s what you and your dad remember, but she started smoking yesterday afternoon. Do you remember when you said that you had a strange feeling that your mom just started smoking.”

“Yeah.”

“Why did you say that?”

Abigail scrunched her face. “I don’t know. I guess that when I think about it, I can’t really remember seeing her smoke before Wednesday, but I know that she’s smoked all my life, too.”

Heather was relieved that Abigail had reacted to the revelation of her magic in a positive way, but she was still nervous about what she needed to say next. ”I think that I used magic on you too”

“What do you mean?” Abigail asked with a leeriness in her voice.

“After I used magic on your mom, we kissed. The magic was still at the surface. I think that...well…we’ve never kissed like that before and now it’s different between us. The way we woke up this morning and the way we almost kissed downstairs.”

“Oh, that.” Abigail’s body relaxed and her face brightened. She squeezed Heather’s hand. “Relationships change and I’m totally okay where ours is going, aren’t you?”

“Well, yes, but you were never into girls before and neither was I. I think that it’s the magic making us feel this way.”

Abigail ran a hand through Heather’s hair. “I’ll agree that it’s magical. But I’m not into girls, I’m into you.”

Heather wanted to kiss Abigail in the worst way. “Maybe we should go back to your house.”

Abigail’s smile grew. “Let’s go say goodbye.”

The overhead lights were off when they entered the basement, the light from the giant television providing the only illumination. It was enough to see Todd and Kirk sitting together on the couch, sharing a blanket and watching the movie.

“It’s getting late, so we’re going to go home,” Abigail said.

“Are you sure?” Kirk hopped up and hurried over to Heather. “I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable earlier when we teased you about kissing.”

“It’s not that,” Heather said. “I’m just tired.”

“Can I have a goodnight kiss?”

Heather nodded and Kirk pulled her into a kiss. It was a sweet, gentle kiss that made her wish she were kissing Abigail. When they finished they made small talk while waiting for Todd and Abigail to finish their kiss. The guys went back to the couch while the girls let themselves out of the house.

“Why don’t you use your magic to get Jimmy and Donna out of town?” Abigail asked once they were in the car and headed home.

Heather dug in her purse. “I don’t think it works that way. I think I can only change people. I don’t think that I can teleport them across the country.” She pulled out her cigarettes and then said, “Do you mind if I smoke in your car?”

“Go ahead,” Abigail said as she rolled down her window. “You could make them older. If they were eighteen like we are they wouldn’t have to worry about school. Plus, they’d be adults so they could get a motel room.”

Heather lit her cigarette. “I don’t know how to control the magic. I accidentally turned your mom into a smoker.” She exhaled her smoke out the window. “Did you see Todd and Kirk before we left? They were practically cuddling on the couch. I don’t want to make things worse for my brother and sister.”

“Yeah, but that was spontaneous; you were reacting and didn’t have a plan. If you use your magic purposefully maybe you could control it better.”

“I don’t want to gamble my brother’s and sister’s lives on a ‘probably’.”

“You can test it first. Try and age someone else and see how it goes?”

Heather wasn’t sure she liked where the conversation was going. “And who am I supposed to test it on?”

“Let’s drive around and see if anyone inspires us.”

“Okay, but I don’t want to be mean to anyone. I want to help someone.” Heather took another long drag, loving how much the cigarette was relaxing her.

Neither girl was sure what, exactly, they were looking for. Abigail drove them into Cheyenne. It was late and the only places that seemed to be open were bars and night clubs. One of the clubs had a long line outside the door. A large neon sign proclaiming the name of the club as “Club Fascination” illuminated shivering women dressed in body hugging dresses, high heels and little else, along with muscular men wearing silk dress shirts and expensive slacks.

After driving for another twenty minutes Abigail stopped for gas. While she filled the tank, Heather noticed a brunette girl standing off to the side of the small convenience store. The girl wore her brown hair in a ponytail and was dressed in a dark hoodie and skinny jeans. All she needed was a skateboard and she’d fit right in at a skate park. She stopped a middle aged man as he approached the store and asked him to buy her some beer. Abigail, seeing the same thing Heather saw, pointed to the brunette and flashed Heather a conspiratorial grin.

While Abigail finished pumping gas, Heather approached the brunette.

“I can help you get some beer,” Heather said. “But first, can you tell me how old you are?”

The girl took a step backwards. “What are you, a cop?”

“No, I’m not a cop, but I need to know how old you are.”

“I’m eighteen.” The girl sneered at Heather. “I don’t see how you’re going to buy beer. There’s no way you’re 21.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Heather focused on bringing the magic to the forefront. “What’s your name.”

“Chloe.” She eyed Heather with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

“I’m Heather.” She could feel the magic just below the surface, but it wasn’t rising like it had before.

“So, how are you going to get my beer?” Chloe looked at Heather warily, like she was being set up.

“I’m not going to buy it, you are.” The magic stayed dormant. Heather tried to remember how she’d felt when she’d used magic on Todd and Kirk earlier in the evening. So far she’d only used her magic spontaneously when scared or mad. She wasn’t sure how to use it purposefully.

Chloe folded her her arms over her chest. “If I could buy beer I wouldn’t be standing out in the cold asking strangers to do it for me.”

“Just give me a second.” Heather’s frustration grew by the second. When she didn’t want to use magic it tried to force its way out of her. Now that she wanted to use it--nothing. It was so annoying! Her belly started growing warmer.

“Listen, I don’t know what your deal is, but I’m leaving.” Chloe turned and walked toward the entrance of the store where the lighting was better.

“Wait a second.” Heather grabbed Chloe’s arm. “I just need a few more seconds.”

“Let go of me, you crazy bitch!” Chloe said as she hit Heather with her free arm.

The magic surged to the forefront along with Heather’s anger. Images of older women flashed through her mind, ranging from their early twenties and up into their eighties. She struggled for control on the visions in her mind. Remembering the women at the nightclub, she decided to use one of them as a template.

Chloe shook her head as the magic entered into her body, her hair lengthening and lightening into a honey blonde. Her clothing was the next to change. Her hoodie and jeans fused together, forming into a golden, body hugging club dress that showed off a lot of flesh, above and below. She shot up several inches as her sneakers became a pair of high heels. Golden jewelry appeared on her ears, neck and wrists just as makeup painted her face, making her lips look fuller and her cheekbones more pronounced. Her boobs thrust out which surprised Heather since she hadn’t intended to make her bustier, but then she realized that it was mostly due to the tight dress and the improvement in Chloe’s posture. The magic ceased with a stabbing sensation in Heather’s belly button.

Chloe opened her purse and pulled out a set of keys. “Listen, I’d love to stay and chat, but I need to get going. I’m meeting some friends at a club downtown.”

“Aren’t you going to buy some beer?” Heather hadn’t really meant to change Chloe’s clothing or hair color. She’d only intended to make her as old as the women waiting to get into Club Fascination, not dress like them too.

Chloe let out a condescending laugh. “I don’t buy alcohol at gas stations. I have some taste.”

“If you don’t mind, can I ask how old you are?”

“Twenty-two.”

“Do you smoke or feel like smoking?”

“No. Smoking is disgusting.” Chloe pushed a button on her car key. The headlights of a Mazda Miata flashed. “I’ll see you around, Heather.”

Heather walked back to the car slowly, trying to remember if there had been a Mazda Miata in the parking lot when she’d approached Chloe. Other than the unintended changes to Chloe’s wardrobe she considered the test successful; the girl had gained 4 years and didn’t want to smoke. It made her feel a little better about using magic on her brother and sister, but she still worried that something would go wrong.

“That was amazing!” Abigail said when Heather entered car. “Did you change again?”

Heather thought about the pain in her belly. “I think my bellybutton is pierced now.”

The lights were off in Abigail’s home when they arrived thirty minutes later. Thanks to her link with Kathleen, Heather knew that she was in her bedroom. Based on the smell of fresh cigarette smoke in the house, she must have gone to bed recently. The smell made Heather want another cigarette. While she had no real cravings she knew that she’d enjoy smoking and it would help take her mind of her worries over Jimmy and Donna if only for a few minutes. She chastised herself for even considering smoking; she’d smoked less than two hours ago.

“I have something I want you to try on,” Abigail said once she’d closed her bedroom door. After a minute of rooting through her dresser she pulled out a handful of black silky material and then handed it to Heather. “You don’t have to wear it for long, but I really want to see you in it.”

Heather entered the bathroom and laid the garments on the counter. There were two items, a pair of silk panties trimmed in lace and a sheer nightie. Heather stared at the black panties. She’d never worn anything that racy before; white cotton panties with pink hearts was daring for her. Was she really going to wear them? It went against so much that she believed in. But it was a favor for Abigail and she’d been so understanding about the magic and the smoking.

With a heavy sigh she picked up the panties and slid them up her legs. She loved the silky feeling of the panties against her skin. The sheer nightie fell to the tops of her thighs and hid nothing except for her breasts. She could even see had a new hole, just above her navel. She’d been correct earlier; her belly button was now pierced.

Looking at the face in the mirror she was surprised that it wasn’t redder than it was. She sighed and then exited the bathroom.

Abigail wore a nearly identical outfit, except hers was white. They stood, facing each other, neither speaking.

“You look beautiful,” Heather said eventually. When Abigail took a step toward her, she veered to the side and went for her purse. “I need a cigarette.” Of the two sins she’d been contemplating, smoking seemed the lesser.

After opening the bedroom window she lit a cigarette and then sat on Abigail’s bed. As she enjoyed her third cigarette of the day she began to understood why her mom now smoked. Cigarettes tasted pretty good once you got used to them. She also liked the way the smoke flew out of her mouth when she exhaled.

“Looks like you’re really enjoying smoking,” Abigail sat down on the bed next to her friend.

“Yeah, it’s starting to taste pretty good.”

“Can you to teach me how to smoke?” Abigail asked quietly.

“What?”

“I’ve been thinking about what my mom said earlier today and I want to try it.”

“Are you sure?” A tumult of emotions rolled through Heather at the thought of Abigail smoking; guilt, excitement, lust, horror. “Wouldn’t it be better if I changed your mom back into a non-smoker?”

“Probably, but today when I saw you smoking with my mom, it made me really jealous. My mom and I used to be closer. We used to do all sorts of things together. I kind of want something that I can share with her. Something adult, something that we can do where we’re equals.”

Heather took a drag as she considered Abigail’s words. Despite knowing that it was terribly wrong, she couldn’t shake the image of a cigarette dangling from Abigail’s mouth. She couldn’t deny how much it turned her on. Handing the cigarette to Abigail she said, “Okay, take a tiny puff and hold it in your mouth. Just suck on the cigarette like you’re drinking soda through a straw.”

Abigail held the cigarette between her thumb and forefinger as she brought it slowly to her mouth. The tip glowed briefly before she spat the out the un-inhaled smoke. “Gross. How can you do that?”

“It tastes better eventually,” Heather said, remembering her own initial experience with smoking just a couple days prior.

“I’m not sure I can make it through the learning phase. I didn’t know it would taste that bad.”

Heather reached for her cigarette. “It’s probably for the best. You don’t want to get addicted to smoking. We can think of something else for you to do with your mom.”

Abigail brought the cigarette toward her mouth. “I want to try again.” She pulled a bit of smoke into her mouth and held it.

“Now, breathe in.”

She choked on the smoke. After a minute she tried inhaling again, with the same result. She held the cigarette out to Heather. “I give up. I don’t think I’m cut out to be a smoker.”

Heather took a long drag on her cigarette. Part of her rejoiced, knowing that based on this bad initial experience it was likely that Abigail would never try smoking again. Even if she did, it was likely that she’d choke again, thus further cementing negative feelings toward smoking. The other part of her remembered Rebecca’s smoky kisses. The pleasures from the kisses had offset the unpleasantness of the smoke. A few smoky kisses might get Abigail over the hump and on her way to a nice nicotine addiction. The thought sent a tidal wave of erotic heat through her body.

“I have an idea. I’ll take a drag and then blow it into your mouth. The smoke will be diluted and easier to handle.”

Heather drew on the cigarette, leaned forward until her lips brushed Abigail’s and blew her smoke straight into Abigail’s mouth, finishing with a gentle kiss. Abigail coughed lightly as she blew out a faint stream of smoke.

“I did it!” Her hands flew over her mouth. She looked to the bedroom door, expecting to hear her parents stomping down the hall to yell at her for waking them. After a few seconds she whispered, “That wasn’t nearly as nasty as smoking the cigarette directly. Let’s do it again.”

Heather took a longer drag, holding it in her lungs for only a second before bringing her lips to Abigail’s and releasing the smoke. Abigail took in nearly all of it. When she exhaled the smoke was thick and opaque.

“Whoa, that made me dizzy,” she said with a smile on her face.

“Maybe we should stop.”

“No, let’s do one more.”

Heather held out the cigarette. “Do you want to try one on your own again?”

Abigail stared at Heather’s lips. “No, I want you to feed me the smoke again.”

Heather once again filled her lungs and then blew her smoke into Abigail’s mouth. This time, Abigail grabbed the back of Heather’s head and pulled her into a kiss. Their tongues danced as they traded smoke back and forth for the next minute.

When they broke apart, Heather crushed out the cigarette. They crawled into bed and then started making out. They hands roamed each other’s bodies, but stayed above the waist. Heather’s hands spent most of their time worshiping Abigail’s breasts.

Heather’s dream that night was hazy and faint, unlike her other dreams, which had been clear and life-like. It started inside the bedroom with her hovering a few feet above the bed. Down below her, she and Abigail were spooning together, their white and black outfits reminiscent of the yin and yang symbol.

She floated through the bedroom wall and into the master bedroom. Kathleen and Gordon were making love. She was on top, rocking back and forth on his erection, running a feather duster over his chest, causing him to squirm as he thrust into her from below.

After lingering for a moment she sailed out through the window and into the night air. Up, up she went, high above the town. The moon was out, casting everything in an eerie, yet beautiful silver glow. Below her she saw Donna’s school, Hava Java and Grace church. When she saw the Todd’s and Kirk’s rambler she descended and then entered the home.

In the first bedroom she saw a man laying on his back snoring. In the next bedroom she spotted Kirk’s dress shirt lying on the floor, but the bedroom was empty, as was the next bedroom. Down into the basement she floated. Todd was asleep on the couch, dressed only in a pair of boxers, spooning with Kirk, who was similarly dressed, a look of contentment on both of their faces.

Her next stop was in Cheyenne at the Newgrounds strip club. Rebecca sat on a man’s lap, grinding her ass into his crotch while they watched the dancer on stage undulate around the stripper pole. The stripper had a trim body, poofy hair, big ass, bigger boobs, and a tattoo of a bulldog on her neck.

It was onto Club Fascination which still had a long line outside its doors. She bypassed the line by floating straight through the outer wall. The club was packed with beautiful men and women grinding against each other to flashing lights and heart thumping house music. In one of the booths that encircled the massive dance floor reclined a man with a look of rapture on his face. A woman with honey blonde hair and a golden club dress bobbed her head over his crotch at a frenetic pace.

She sailed east down I-80 at a tremendous speed, the lights of passing towns reminding her of the strobe lights in Club Fascination. After countless miles she began to slow. She hovered next to the window of a green Kenworth. The driver, a large, manish woman, bobbed her head to a country song.

She flew in an arc and then headed west, even faster than before. When she slowed enough to make out the details of her surroundings she realized that she was above Abigail’s cul de sac. It was light out. The sun was low on the eastern horizon. She noticed Barbara, the woman from the homeowner's meeting, standing on her back porch, smoking a cigarette.

She entered Abigail’s bedroom, descended into her body and then woke up.

Heather's story - chapter 9