ROAD TRIP: STOPOVER IN DALLAS [Jacqueline Carlysle, Steven Moore, SFX and poor George have made it out of Louisiana and into Texas. They have now stopped in Dallas to buy new equipment, clothes, and get a chance to sort things out. While the other three went out shopping, Steve stayed behind in his hotel room, planning to test his new superhuman powers.] ======================================================= ========== Chaos: Steven sits on the bed in the hotel room. Staring at the mirror. "Ok," he mumbles, "Firt let's see if I can just change a few things... hair color, size, my face..." He concentrates *hard* on controlling the use of his power, limiting any side effects/area of effect and changing only his body- not mind in anyway- as follows: red hair, 6' tall, 200 lbs but muscled, and altering his face a little. [If that works... and without turning the hotel upside down...] He surveys the results, then tries- concentrating *hard* again- on the same degree of control and restraint while trying to make other minor changes in his body only, e.g. blonde hair, shorter, different face. [If that works and without choas...] Finally, he sits and stares into the mirror again. "Ok. Put it off long enough. Time for the big experiment. Just think of it as that. Just a philosophy exercise or physics experiment. Question: what's will it be like for Steven to be a woman and will it help keep Mr. Nasty locked up? S***. That sounds stupid. Let's just get this over with." Again, concentrating *hard*, exercising as much control over it as he can, he tries to change his body only into an attractive black haired woman who does not look like himself or Stephy. [If that works...] **Oh geez, I can't believe I'm doing this. Or what I'm thinking of. But... I've got to get over this. This may be the only way. And given what's happened to me in the last day and a half... I'll probably end up this way sooner or later for a time. Might as well try to get used to it while I have alittle time alone.** He strips and examines his body closely. Then he takes a shower... letting explore this new body... trying to keep at least a part of his mind clear to assess if this form is less prone to anger, stress, etc., or not. [OOC: And, yes, he explores the sexuality of his (her?) new form. Call it a dose of shock treatment. Sides, how could anyone pass that up? Let's see what all happened because of this post before I do anything else. DAVID- Do you want to take that into private post for details or just say he did?] <><><><><> [GM to Steven] //Listen// the voice you've come to know as "Mr. Nasty" says, in a tone slightly more pleasant than before. //You're overreacting. I'm not a spineless wuss like you, but I'm not a raving psychopath either. If the b****'s theory is correct, I AM you, or a part of you. So I'm only as violent as YOU *want* to be, Stevie. Think about that.// Mr. Nasty chuckles. \\I am NOT a part of you, I'm *ME*, dammit!\\ comes Stephy's contribution to the discussion. * * * * * The first experiment with his powers in his hotel room; Steve stares into the mirror, and imagines himself, six feet tall, red-haired and buff. His body ripples, in that strange sensation like a wave passing through not only his physical substance, but the fabric of reality which currently encompasses him. As if he were just a painting on a canvas, and someone shook the canvas. \\Ooooh Baby!\\ coos Stephy approvingly, looking at the results through Steve's eyes. In the mirror, a muscular, red-headed hunk stares back at himself. His rice paper kimono has become a skimpy Speedo that Steve would be embarrassed to wear in his normal body. But Steve feels different in other ways as well. You're still Steve, with all his memories and his core personality. But Steve looking like he'd always wished he looked- you are truly a gorgeous hunk of manhood, as Stephy's giggling observations confirm- and you know it! This is how you always should have looked, this is how you can be forever! You have no doubt that Jackie will be drooling over you when she gets back, and that scrawny punk kid can eat his skinny heart out! Well yeah, you were *planning* on experimenting some more, but boy is it TEMPTING to go out and see how many chicks you can pick up, now that you're a REAL man! [Figure a combination of Lecherousness, Overconfidence, Jealousy and Vanity. Your basic self-centered, egotistical male beach bunny. You decide whether or not he's even going to try to hold to his orginal objective, and if so then I'll make a Will roll to see if he succeeds. ] <><><><><> Chaos: Steven grins hugely as he poses and surveys his new self. He _was_ thinking about experimenting further on himself, but... **Man, is this excellent! I'm a babe magnet. Jeez, I _hope_ this is real! Look at those abs! And I think," he looks at the bulge in the speedos, "I added 3 inches where it counts. Hair's kinda bogus, though. Oh well, I feel like I'm really getting the hang of this, so I can always change it later.** "Cool!", he says outloud. Flexing his arms, he thinks **As for Mr. Nasty... Well, the thought of being a woman scared him I think, but... I don't _want_ to be a woman. Hmmm... It might still be best... Naaaahh! Now that I'm Mr. Universe, surely I can handle him without doing _that_. Much rather chase babes than be one! Though if SFX keeps dis'g me over Stephy... he just might find it suddenly necessary to sit down when he pees.** He chuckled as he contemplates the sight of _that_. "So, what do you think, Stephy? Am I buff, or am I buff? Don't you think any chick would just come arunning to do the horizontal bop with me?", he says outloud to his reflection. He curls his fingers, breathes on the nails, then makes as if to buff them against his chest. **And, if there aren't any bodacious babes here... well, I'll just make a few. Now... lets go check out the raw material.** With a final look in the mirror, he leaves the room and makes his way to the hotel's pool. Once there, he zero's in on the most attractive woman there and approaches, saying, "Hey Babe... love the ." <><><><><> [GM] //Yeah, you're a hunk// Stephy says. //But it's hard to get all hot about my brother. Umm, you ARE still my brother, right?// That's an odd thought; even the voices in your head aren't quite sure who you are now. The first woman you hit on is an attractive woman in her late 20s, who looks pretty good in a relatively modest bikini. She smiles a little uncertainly at your unsolicited advance, and you notice she's wearing a wedding ring. From the angry glare of the man walking around the edge of the pool towards you, you'd guess you're about to meet her husband. <><><><><> Chaos: Stephy's comment gives Steven pause... for about a millisecond. **Of course, I'm Steven Just new and improved** At the pool, Steven returns the woman's uncertain smile with a very confident grin. **Married, huh? No problem.** [Hmm, does that constitute 'better-off' for jealousy?] "So, what's your name babe?" {...} "Ahh... a name as pretty as you are, hon." When the husband arrives, Steven gives him a bit of a feral grin, thinking ** I'll just give him a gig. Unless the mrs. has other ideas.** Steven says, "Relax, dude, you'll live longer. Just chattin'. But, then who knows, maybe might prefer a _real_ man, now that one's finally here?" <><><><><> [GM] The man turns red and says "Look punk, if you don't stop harassing my wife, I'm gonna-" "Steve, please," the woman says, rising. You're startled, until you realize she's addressing her husband; apparently his name is Steve too. "Look, I'm sorry, but I'm really not interested," she says to you, with a frown, taking the other Steve by the arm and trying to lead him away before a fight breaks out. You can't help noticing a gleam in her eye though. Stephy giggles and says //Any chick who says it doesn't turn her on to have two guys fighting over her is lying!// <><><><><> Chaos: Steven stands about a second looking at the woman's retreating backside. He chuckles at Stephy's comment, replying **Yeah, you right sis. I can tell she wants me. But, this fight's gonna be _real_ unequal. First lets make her forget about him, and improve her looks while we're at it.** He concentrates hard on changing the woman as follows: make her 23, absolutely gorgeous, with body better than a Playboy centerfold, forget all about her husband, horny, a nympho and happy as all get out over it all and playing horizontal bop with him (basically his ultimate fantasy sex toy/girl). While that is happening, he concetrates on her husband, thinking **What's fitting for him? Doesn't deserve her. No gumption. Not a _real_ man like me. Hardly a man at all. Hmmm... Double your pleasure? yeah. Why not? Make her husband Steve just like the new girl his wife's gonna be.**, and wills it to happen. [Yeah, I know... But, its the overconfidence I figure, thinks he's a lot more 'competent' than I bet he is. Oh well, the results should be interesting.] <><><><><> [GM] You concentrate, and get the expected shimmering of air....but nothing happens to the woman or her husband. Your hand is suddenly covered with spiderwebs, though. //EEEEEEUUUWWWWWW!!!// says Stephy. You've also turned the chair the woman was sitting on into yarn. A lot of people are looking in your direction, realizing something odd is going on, but not sure what it is. The couple has turned around to look at you, and you see fear in the woman's eyes, wariness and hostility in the man's; they both seem to sense that *something* was directed at them, though they don't have the ability to sense what it was. <><><><><> Chaos: **Weird! Spider...!!** Steven's masculine yelp is added to Stephy's as he tries to shake, then finally wipes the sitcky webbing off onto to the yarn-chair. He feels the crowd's eyes on him and sees the couple's reaction. **Oh great! Guess it really doesn't work on other people. Which means it might well be real, after all, since surely I woulda rather had two playmate's than an angry husband. Gotta, misdirect these people though... Give 'em a real show before they start thinking of something else.** [Either that or it takes time to recharge, or for that to really manifest or any of a million other things, right David? ] "What are you staring at, whimp?", he yells at the man. "Just cause I talk to the babe and then appreciate that sweet bod of her's as she's walking away, your staring at me like I was the boogey man? I think your just chicken." Internally, he thinks **Now you stay down, Mr. Nasty. I don't need you, and don't want you. I bottled you before I can do it again. I just hope this works and nobody notices anything but a fight.** [If the man snaps back verbally, Steven will do the same. IF he attacks physically, Stven will respond. If they walk off, Steven will taunt him a little and then look for the best looking, _unmarried_ woman if he can and try a line on her.] [Power and lechery corrupt.] [Btw: does he notice anything else about the crowd, pool, etc.??] <><><><><> [GM] "You miserable little cockroach!" the man says. He steps towards you, ignoring his wife's pleas and attempts to restrain him. //Heh heh// says Mr. Nasty. //Cool, mop the floor with some poor schmuck on vacation with his wife. Yeah, this'll go over real well with Jackie-poo and the kid.// Steve notices that several large men in print shirts are coming from the hotel, apparently observing the developing situation. "Hey boss, somethin' wrong here?" one asks, a man with broad shoulders and a huge paunch. Two more are glaring at you as they walk over. "You want us to have a talk with this kid out in the parking lot?" They have pronounced New York accents. The cajun voice you heard once before speaks up now. //S'swell, pretty- boy, you di'n't jus' take on some schmuck wit' his wife, you got yourself a made man ticked off at you. You want to see how many guns you can turn into gumbo 'fore they blow holes in you?// <><><><><> Chaos: Seeing and hearing the men and the cajun, Steven tries some rapid thinking. **Shutup Nasty. He's a smuck like I'm Miss June. Well, actually... You shutup too, Cajun. I can handle this... I think. Your right about the guns though. If my damn power worked on other's it'd be a cinch. All I want was a nice peice of tail. Jeezuz, how'd I get myself into this. Ok. Need a distraction, run, then a quick change of bod.** "Wow! Sorry!," he says to 'Boss', his hands out palms open, "What is she, your wife or something? ... Uh... oh..." [Hopefully that distracted the men a little...] **Ok, weirdness time. Fog, mist, rain. All of them.** He concentrates *hard* on creating a heavy fog, rain, etc., inside, over the mobsters to distract them and obsure their vision, starting with a clap or two of thunder. When it starts, he takes off running for the nearest cover. The minute he gets out of sight, he concentrates *real hard* on changing his body, no mental changes, as follows: totally different looking, human, super attractive, adult, and different but appropriate clothing. [If they're following, he's panicking, if they're shooting, he's freaking...] <><><><><> [GM] Steve waves his hands frantically in the air, and is rewarded with a cloud of blue gas which erupts around the wiseguy and his wife. Not quite the grand scale he was hoping for, but the two people immediately begin gagging and fall to their knees, sputtering a choking. "A &!%@$ STINK Boomblaaaahgghh!!" The three goons look startled, and the nearest one wrinkles his nose and backs away, fanning vapors away from himself. Then the man on the ground say "GET THAT @%^!%$ KID!" Steve is already running, and hears heavy, plodding footsteps beginning their pursuit. <><><><><> Chaos: Steven is running, the footsteps behind him pursuing. **Oh, s***! Great, now my power's on the firtz! What is this s***? When I don't need it I get a f**** brass band and turn into Venesssa Williams and Miss June before. But, when I _need_ them what do I get? F***** stinkbombs. Just great!** He makes a dash out of the pool area for the nearest deserted area, diving around corners, running like his life depends on it, which he now fully expects it does. His back between his shoulder blades is beginning to itch. **F****** smart, Steven! Can't go to the room. They'll follow. I need a change of body and I need it _now_. Not mind, not Stephy, just me and a different body.** He keeps running, concentrating very, very (every ounce of very ) hard on changing his body along previous perameters (attractive, as different looking as possible, adult, human). **I'd even take a woman, Miss June, what I tried to turn them into, whatever, just do it god damn it!** <><><><><> [GM] You feel your body ripple and shift again...it's a weird feeling, but not what you'd call unpleasant, just...weird. And now you're someone else. You come to a halt, rounding the corner of the hotel building nearest the pool- you're in an area between two wings of rooms, blocked off from the main parking lot and from the street, but in view of anyone who looks out the windows of the facing rooms. Looking down, you see you're female. //Bogus!// says the egotistical version of Steve that you just were. You're also naked. You can see that you have a luscious figure that's perfect in every detail, proportioned much like Stephy, but taller, and you have wavy black hair falling down almost to your waist. Not Miss June, not *quite* Steve's "fantasy girl", though close enough that Steve would probably have absolutely NO complaints about the slight variation..... One other thing though....your skin is blue. Deep, navy blue. Everything else is fine, but you're pretty sure the blue skin is a mistake. You're not supposed to be blue. Of course, it is kind of interesting, giving you a touch of the exotic...but right now isn't the time to see how many heads you can turn, something you normally enjoy. {Personality: You still have all Steve's memories, including everything that happened leading up to this transformation. You aren't Steve though, nor Stephy, but a new personality with the essential traits of the core personalities "painted over" by a few new fixations. You are arrogant and domineering, and have the vague sense that you're royalty of some kind....maybe not literal royalty, but you certainly grew up in the upper class and are accustomed to vast wealth. You're also accustomed to being treated with the utmost respect, and you're spoiled rotten. You have a raging libido (since almost every incarnation you manifest seems to have a certain amount of a fixation on sex....), but you want to be in CONTROL. Make men come crawling to you, and you'll please them only after they please YOU. Not that any man could possibly NOT desire you....your tastes run towards domination and control, and yes, whips and chains aren't out of the question. You also expect the absolutely most expensive EVERYTHING. This hotel is a pit, and there is NO WAY you're going to sleep in such a pig- sty. That RV is a rolling piece of garbage, it should have an on-board Jacuzzi and wet bar to even be considered tolerable. As soon as you can GET some clothes, they'd better be Dior or Armani. Hmm, wonder if you can conjure Armani clothes out of the air? [Bully, Intolerance: Of anyone beneath your station, which is nearly everyone, Jealousy, Lecherousness, Megalomania, Stubborness] [Try visualizing a combination of Cleopatra, Joan Collins and Alexis. ] Not that this is particularly relevant...you still know the current situation, and while you may be arrogant and spoiled, you're not stupid. You know these men chasing you intend to hurt....well, they DID intend to hurt Steve, or whatever version of Steve you just were. You don't know exactly how they'll react to a naked, beautiful woman standing out in the open, but you know you're not in a position of strength to be bossing them around, and seduction may be possible, but this isn't exactly the scenario you'd prefer... Maybe you can turn them into English butlers. Or toads. Then again, maybe you'd better try bluffing past them. Or just keep running. God, that red-headed muscle-bound idiot sure left you in a lousy position! //Yeah, well if you're such hot stuff, let's see you do better, you big blue bimbo!// <><><><><> Chaos: She looks down at herself, new personality manifesting. In response to Steven's 'bogus' comment, she replies internally, ** Shut up, little boy. You were happy to try to turn them into this. Well, despite your borishness, you _finally_ managed to get it right. Except the blue.** **Run? Naked and blue? Pul-ease! Still, they _do_ have guns...** She runs- well, trots is more like it- arms over generous breasts, looking for an open room, a closet or a room with a lone man in it. [Order of preference: Empty room, room with man, closet. If the first two, she will enter, with disdain at the 'furnishings'. If the last, she will go up to his room and request- almost demand- entry.] To the last comment, she thinks, ** Oh, I have _no_ doubt that I shall do _far_ betther than you, _boy_. After all, if I can just avoid making people want to shoot me, I'm already _far_ ahead of your feeble efforts.** While 'running' she thinks: **This blue simply will _not_ do. Far too noticable.** She concentrates on changing her skin color- **And absolutely_nothing_ else**- to caucasian, **perhaps, with a nice San Trope' tan, hum?** [I don't think she'd think of changing anything else about herself, not with those disads/personality.] [Whether that works or not...] She then concentrates on some clothes, preferably the most stylish and expensive french or Italian possible. [Armani would do nice, but I'm afraid I'm not that up on women's clothes, certainly not the four and five figure price tag stuff, pretty much leave that to my girlfriends.] She tries to create- wearing (except the shoes, those should be in her hand) of course and with _absolutely_ no other changes to _her_ (doesn't really care about anyone else getting the backblast, I guess): a creme silk blouse; black silk half-thigh length skirt; sheer, smoky black nylons; panties, garterbelt and bra of appropriate and sexy color and design; black open-toed high-heels (3 inches probably, more height means more commanding). She also thinks of a new name for herself, finally settling on Stephenie for- **Though it _is_ a _bit_ common.** <><><><><> [GM] As you run, you concentrate on the skin color- //Oh boy, time to duck...// And your skin ripples and tingles in an almost sensual sensation. The blue has now been replaced with white....almost. Your skin is pale ivory white, but there is still a very slight blue tinge to it. From a distance, you'll look like an albino, except for the hair, your skin is so like porcelain. Close up, a keen-eyed observer might notice a bluish pallor, and wonder if you're suffering from hypothermia or loss of blood circulation. //Boy, you really showed me, didn't you? Now you look like a vampire....better check for fangs, bimbo!// {{STOP IT! CUT IT OUT! I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE! WHY ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE ARGUING IN MY HEAD? AM I GOING TO HAVE A NEW KIBITZER EVERY TIME I TURN INTO A NEW PERSONALITY? WHEN THIS HIGH & MIGHTY BITCH DISAPPEARS, IS SHE GOING TO STAY IN MY HEAD AND ADD IN HER OWN TWO CENTS TOO?}} **Hey Steve, like calm down, I think if those fat pricks shoot holes in "our" body, we're ALL gonna have problems...** The problem with selecting a room is that all the doors are closed, so you can't be sure which ones are occupied and which ones aren't. Those that aren't will certainly be locked. You can spot a few that are, because the curtains are partway open, or because a car is parked in front of the door. Meanwhile, your pursuers have rounded the corner, and skidded to a halt, looking around for "Steve" before staring at your retreating nude back. <><><><><> Chaos: She surveys her skin, satisfied for now that at least it isn't blue. **Actually, with my hair, and except for the slightly bluish tinge, I bet I look rather stunning.** In response to the internal dialogue she humphs a 'they wouldn't dare' humph at the vampire remark- but nonetheless runs her toungue over her teeth just toi make sure. As for the other remarks... **Oh I quite agree Steven, why don't _all_ of you shut up. In case you didn't notice, this is _my_ body. As far as this 'high and mighty bitch' is concerned, you are all just delusions in _my_ mind. Now, prove you aren't... or better yet just go away. And as for you 'Steven', I'd watch what you call me if I were you. As long as its up to _me_, I'm never going to change. Why in god's name would I want to change perfect? Except for a tan and some make-up of course. In fact, I think I'm going to teach you just how pig-headed you were over all 'oh god I'm a girl' nonsense." She smiles a nasty smile to herself at the thought of what that experience might do to all these 'he men' who insist on trying to intrude in her head. Seeing that the room doors are closed, and feeling pursuit close behind, she looks for the most expensive-looking (preferably sports) car in front of one with opened drapes (and if possible male clothes or something indicating a male owner in either) and knocks on the door. When it opens, she waltzes in regally, looking over its occupant (s?) and their possessions, closing the door behind her. <><><><><> [GM] Your teeth feel smooth and perfectly normal, which is a bit of a relief- you *do* remember that fanged, forked-tongued Vanessa Williams episode. None of the nattering voices in your head seem to appreciate the threats. //HEY! This is MY body, you're just....my power made you...I think...// Steve is understandably confused. Stephy is more direct though- \\You stuck-up bitch, sooner or later you're gonna screw up and lose control, and just wait and see if we let you out again!\\ The man who opens the door is a balding middle-aged man with a bit of a paunch- he makes you immediately think of an accountant. He's wearing slacks and a long-sleeved short, his jacket lying on the bed, and he's loosening his tie as he opens the door. His eyes almost bug out when he sees you, and you're already inside, with the door closed, before his sputtering takes anything like coherent form. "Who- What- whathehell!" He keeps staring at your voluptuous, naked body. <><><><><> Chaos: To Steven, she replies- rather snootily: **And how do you know it wasn't my power that made _you_? Unless you _really_ want to be a woman, that is?** To Stephy: **You're a fine one to talk about control, little girl. Practiclally throwing yourself at that boy. And not even getting anything out of it.** The man who opens the door is a balding middle-aged man with a bit of a paunch- he makes you immediately think of an accountant. He's wearing slacks and a long-sleeved short, his jacket lying on the bed, and he's loosening his tie as he opens the door. His eyes almost bug out when he sees you, and you're already inside, with the door closed, before his sputtering takes anything like coherent form. "Who- What- whathehell!" He keeps staring at your voluptuous, naked body. Seeing the accountant, she thinks **Oh what a winner. Not. Oh well, I need to experiment anyway. And I am _not_ in a position to be choosy right now.** She sees him staring at her and smiles. "You like?", she says walking up to him, draping her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his and planting a firm, inviting kiss on his lips. **Um... at least he's man.** Then, holding his head in both of her hands and kissing him again she concentrates _very_ hard on changing his mind _and_ nothing_about_herself_ so that he considers himself naturally and happily to be her slave. Breaking the kiss afterwards, she gazes into his eyes **Yech!** and says, "Are you my slave, little man?" {...} [Only if he says 'yes'...] She then says, "Then get on your knees and kiss my toes." <><><><><> [GM] The man is too stunned to move as you embrace him and kiss him. You focus your power on him and feel some kind of effect- you also feel his pulse quickening. You ask "Are you my slave, little man?" He starts stuttering and stammering. "Buh...wha, your slave? um. b- wh- I.." He looks confused and thoroughly off-balance. //Hey, good job, bimbo, you turned him into a babbling idiot! Yeah, that's useful!// <><><><><> Chaos: **Hmmph! Still, _something_ happened. A babbling idiot? Perhaps... though that's yet to be seen... And he's still farmore useful than _you_. But, God he's ugly...** She kisses him again breifly, then murmurs, "Close the shades, then..." She dances away from him, takes a look at herself in the mirror, moves to the bed and lays down, stretching very sensuously and seductively, pursing her lips at him and running a hand _slowly_ from the inside of her thigh up to one breast. **Oooo, that feel's goood!** "Then... come sit by me and tell me all about yourself." If he does, she questions him about his name, background, what he's doing here, his feelings and thoughts about himself, her and her presence here (basically everything). She is also trying to see if she can figure out just what she did to him. She also asks him to show her his wallet, and she looks at his license and notes credit cards and cash, commenting that he must be rich and trying to get an idea of his credit balance and wealth. Throughout, she touches herself and him occassionally and seductively. **Maybe it didn't work, but I hardly need that to make a slave of any man, let alone a nebbish like this.** <><><><><> [GM] He seems to have been somewhat entranced by you, but it's hard to tell how much was from your power and how much is just by your appearance, which is admittedly ravishing. His name is Jason Kelling, he's not an accountant but the owner of a chain of used car businesses, "spread all over Texas and even some up in Oklahoma" he says proudly. He shows you his wallet with a puzzled expression, revealing enough credit cards (including a VISA Gold) to indicate that he's at least moderately well off. And married, with children (not that that matters much to you! ) "Umm, I hate to bring this up," he says, "but, uh, just who ARE you and what are you doing here? I mean," he grins lasciviously, "not that I'm complainin', mind you, but gorgeous naked ladies don't show up at my door all the time." He's trying to put a hand on your breast. <><><><><> Chaos: She smiles a promise but reaches for his hand and taking it in her's, places it on the bed. "Who am I? Well, that depends. My _name_ is Stephenie. But, if your willing to do a few _little_ things for me, why I can be the woman of your dreams." **And you'll be the man of mine, just as soon as I make few changes in you.** She takes the hand in hers and brings it up to her breast as she rolls onto her back and wriggles her luscious ass into the bed getting comfortable. That this had the effect of setting her generous bosom swaying momentarily, is only a plus. She plants his hand on one breast, her own resting lightly on top of it. In a husky voice full of promised passion, she continues: "I can make you feel like you never felt before. You'll be convinced your ten years younger and the greatest stud in the world." She licks her lips provocatively, making bed room eye at him. "But, it all depends on how you treat me." "I had a little accident. All my clothes were ruined. Then this, this uncouth barbarian stole my purse and then the little bastard ripped my dress and lingerie off! Can you believe it? So now, here I am alone, with not a stitch of clothing, not even makeup, and... vulnerable." Meanwhile, she is concentrating very hard, using their touching as a conduit for it hopefully, on changing his body, but not his face, into a lean, hard, manly physique of 25 years old and doubling the size of his c***, but making _no_ other changes in him and _absolutely_ no changes _whatsoever_ in herself. <><><><><> [GM] He wrinkles his pudgy brow, his mind obviously snagging on a few of the gaping holes in your story. But your wriggling *is* a great distractor.... As his sweating palm presses against your breast, you try to unleash your power on him. You see him ripple, shimmer, and he seems highly disconcerted. "Wha...what is this?" he asks. What it is is pretty much what you visualized....his clothes hang loosely on his newly-compacted frame, but you see a broad chest and wide shoulders pressing against the inside of his sweat-stained shirt. It's hard to judge the success of your transformation since he's still clothed, but he definitely seems to be much less pudgy. His head, however, looks identical, giving you the ridiculous mental image of a balding, nebbishy used car salesman's head perched on the neck of a muscular young hard-body. Also, his skin is now pale and blue-tinged, like yours. <><><><><> Chaos: **Well, maybe I didn't make him a slave, maybe. But I _did_ make it work on others! Something no of you can do. Proving, of course, that this is _my_ body, and you are all just in my head. I just forgot some stuff... like exactly what it feels like to have sex. But, I that'll come once I ride the bicycle again. Though, its too bad he has to look like himself to use the license and cards. But, I don't want to lose the money if I can't completely control this thing. And, who says I have to look at his _face_...** She smiles sweetly at him. "'What is it?" She pulls him towards her, **Keep him distracted.**, unbuttoning his shirt. "It's magic...", she makes her voice _very_ passionate and finishes, "lover. Dreams and magic." "You know what would make me really _hot_, lover? Let me call you slave and you call me mistress." She runs his hand down her body from her breast to half-way down her tummy, pointedly not letting him go any further. "You _do_ want to make me hot, don't you slave? Oooo, just saying it makes me feel soooo..." she moves his hand a faction of an inch down towards her crotch. "Just accept it, Jason, my lovely (**Blech!!**) slave, and have fun. Haven't you ever had a woman make you," she removes his shirt as she coaxes him completely onto the bed, looking at the results, "feel younger, stronger, like a king? Well, slave, ooo I looove that," she moves his hand another fraction of an inch towards her crotch, "Well, honey-slave, you've just met a woman who's very, very good at it. Now, isn't that just wonderful?" "Now, slave...", she unfastens his belt and pants and begins pulling his pants and underwear down, "want to help with this?" Once he's naked she examines the full extent of the transformation. She does not allow him to touch her sex, instead moving his hands back to her breasts, saying, "First you have to satisfy mistress, slave. Fully satisy me. Then..." She leaves the promise hanging. <><><><><> [GM] Jason still seems a bit befuddled, but his lechery is certainly intact. He responds with drooling eagerness when you begin your contortions and strip tease....and as you remove his clothing, you're a bit surprised to find that apparently you altered them as well...they pull off with surprising ease, and after a moment, you realize they're made of ultra- light material and held on merely with a few ties....in other words, a strippers' costume. //Neat!// giggles Stephie. //At least that's one useful trick you learned. And the body-makeover. Not bad, except you left his head all bald and ugly. Studly bod, though...wonder if I can do that to SFX?// Jason indeed has a "studly" bod....you have created a physique suitable for a Chippendale's dancer. He frowns slightly at the "Master" and "Slave" request, but then shrugs and smiles. "Ok....Mistress," he says, "I'll be your slave, but I hope you treat your slaves reeeealll nice...." His hands move lower down your body- and you hear a rumbling outside, which you ignore at first, but then gradually focus in on, as it seems disturbingly familiar.... The RV! The RV that you came in, with the short-tempered ex-con, the scuzzy little rat, and the wise-ass punk kid.....it's starting up outside, in the parking lot. <><><><><> Chaos: Stephenie notes the altered clothing with interest. **Odd, but nice. Obviously, my subconscious had a few ideas of its own.** **I would think, girl,** she replies off-hand to Stephy, **that your first problem with that child is that you're just a figment of my imagination. And if you weren't, you'd still have the problem of his reaction to my becoming a- yech!!- male. In case you didn't notice, little girl, you weren't going to get anywhere with him after that... unless you altered his mind, of course.** Stephenie laughs at Jason's remark, replying, "Hope? Slave, you _dare_ question you're mistress?", running her hand lightly down his altered chest. "But... If you do exactly what I say _and_ you doing very, very well, I think I can guarantee you'll love it." She begins rrunning her hand up to his head, preparing to pull it down to her crotch when... "Oh damn." She'd as just as soon leave them _And_ that rolling white- trash pit. But... she _will_ need allies to accomplish her destiny-- once she rememebers what that is-- and they are the only other people with powers she knows of. "We'll have to pick this back up later, slave," she says as she pushes Jason off her and rolls up to a sitting position. "Right now, lover," she strips the bedspread off the other bed and wraps it around herself. "You need to put some clothes on, get whatever other valuables you have and then come outside to the RV with me. We're going to take a little road trip. But...," she gives him a passionate kiss on the lips, "there's a bedroom- such as it is- in the RV and I promise we'll pick this up where we left off as soon as we can." She then concentrates- as hard as necessary- on changing the bedspead- but absolutely nothing about hereself- into the outfit she tried to create earlier (the most stylish and expensive french or Italian possible, creme silk blouse; black silk half-thigh length skirt; sheer, smoky black nylons; garterbelt and bra (no panties at the moment ) of appropriate and sexy color and design; black open-toed high-heels - in her hand). [Whether it works or not...] She takes Jason's wallet and then goes outside, to the RV, hailing whoever of Jackie, SFX or George is there, or if no one is there knocking and then opening the door, and demanding they stop and wait for her and her friend, identifying herself for them. [Who else would know their names?] ======================================================= ========= [MEANWHILE] Jacqueline: Jackie gets Steven's sizes and drags the other two gentlemen along for a shopping trip. First order of business is to do a makeover on George, a new haircut, and a few dark fitted suits. Get that boy some style and maybe some backbone with it. Pick up some casual clothes, without metal. Sweats, velcro sneakers, clothing with plastic buttons. Also get some nice Eurotrash killer businesswoman outfits. Wander around with the Kid to get his junk, soft disk, whatever. make sure he picks up some conservative neat clothes to fit the image. Go to a printshop and get some business cards made up, my new ID name as president and the Kid (whatever name he wants) as VP or consultant, anythin that sounds good. Get a logo made up to be fastened on the RV. The company name..."Quantum Cats. Bringing tomorrow's reality Today" Pick up a few books on yoga, zen and that kind of crap for Steven, also National Enquirer and the real trashy stuff, maybe we can get a lead on some bozos since these rags usually print non mainstream stuff. Hit a bar, something upscale and order some beers for George an me, a Dr. Pepper for the Kid, "So what do you think?" <><><><><> [GM] "I think I'm bein' hunted by Nazis with machine guns who are secretly sponsored by some superhuman conspiracy, we got a shape-changin', reality-alterin' gender-switchin' nutcase back in our hotel room, and I gotta sit here an' drink pop while you two are havin' brews!" SFX declares indignantly. Simmering down a bit, on a more serious note he says "That logo's cute an' all, but do we really want somethin' that weird and noticeable painted on the side of our RV?" "Next question; what do we do with fruitloops? If we gotta deal with more magic chocolate an' baby-talk-rappin' bears alla way ta Vegas, we're ALL gonna be nuts by the time we get there!" <><><><><> Jacqueline: Jackie shrugs, "Yeah, it's a little noticeable, but we are definitely goin to stand out regardless. Instead of a bunch of mix matched people drivin around, we are right in front of their faces, but hidden by virtue of our standing out. Sort of like the _Purloined Letter_, I guess. Mebbe you can send the word out on the BBS' stuff or whatever that we are lookin for news stories. I mean with all the weirdos roamin around with superpowers, is it hard to swallow some people might want to cash in on this? We could pretend to be those people. Like that movie Ghostbusters, put some ads out, people would maybe be willin to talk if they thought we were experts. I dunno, it's a little weak, but we play our cards right they can only get in touch with us by computer or phone. Maybe a reward, 10k for an interview with an Ace. I wanted to run it by you kid before I started puttin your butt on the line. As for the fruitloop. I don't think he's put this weirdness in perspective. I mean you coped pretty good, me, I don't know why I accept it so easy, maybe I think I deserve it after all the S*** I been through. I been thinkin some weird stuff. I been thinkin how to make money and do some sort of good. Put some back in the kitty, as it were. I bet there's plenty of places who'd want to use our services. Some sort of civilian think tank, but made of people like us. Give us a lobby or clout, not a super hero team, but a company. An agency. Lendin our services to anythin. I bet there's plenty of places who'd pay to have heavy metals and metallic nuclear waste rubbed out, permanently. Special effects for movies, salvagin, rescues, all kinds of stuff. All along I'm thinkin these powers are goin away, it's a fluke, an accident, but maybe not. I wanted to make money quick, by stealin. Maybe we don't. We could make millions! Millions, clout, gather others like ourselve for protection and try to help this screwed up world. Kid, you don't have to look at me like I'm talkin out of my As****e, but it could work. I learned no free lunches in this world. You want somethin to work, you do it. That's why we are goin to Vegas, a little nest money." Jackie shuts up, a little embarassed at her little speech, obviously talking about things she has little experience. <><><><><> [GM] SFX grins and chuckles quietly. "Whaddaya know, Miss Robin Hood really does have a social conscience. And they say prison don't rehabilitate people." At the sudden flare in Jackie's eyes (George looks like he's about to duck), the kid holds up his hands and says "Easy, white girl, I'm just kiddin'. But seriously, that ain't a bad idea, you're right that usin' your powers to steal cars an' jewelry is like usin' an anti-aircraft cannon to hunt ducks, an' you're prob'ly right that we could make all kinds of money in somethin' legit. But we still gotta be careful; just 'cause it ain't illegal to be an Ace- yet, don't mean it's safe to let everyone know you are one." Thinking, he says "I like the idea of findin' others. Safety in numbers an' all that, and maybe get rich t'boot. Sounds cool, how do we get started?" <><><><><> Jacqueline: Jackie smiles that the Kid can read her tempers before they get going. Have to remember that. "I dunno Kid, we got the logo and business cards. I don't know too much about computers, but you could put a ad or somethin about "the Cats", willin to glorify Aces. I mean we could pretend to be authors/reporters or a new news magazine to find them. I could take out a full page ad or two in USA Today or some rag like that get some attention. Do everythin through a lawyer or agent, lawyer is better, ethical confidentiality and all," Jackie grins. "Then maybe a 800 number to get people back to us, with a cash reward if the source links us to a real Ace. This is all new to me, but we can start the little stuff now...puttin the word out, you bein our research man. Hell, can't you see George bein our public agent? He'd do the 'no comment' routine real good!" Jackie pokes George good naturedly. "I like bein in the shadows better, but if we go public, it might protect us until we can build up some clout and overexposure. A few more Aces and we'll be set. Hell, I could make money legit now, scopin for minin claims and junk, but that's no fun. And I wouldn't have you two backin me up, feels almost like family again. Comin to Dallas wasn't no accident, I got scores to settle. George knows what I'm talkin. Stuff that goes back even before I was locked away. I don't expect either of you to stop me neither." Jackie takes a pull from the beer and lights up a fresh Cuban with her new Dunhill lighter. "So George you still in? You're part of this, what you think boy? Never thought you'd make it big time didja?" <><><><><> [GM] George smiles slightly, but looks uncomfortable. SFX also looks uncomfortable. "Scores?" he asks. "Whaddayou mean, 'scores to settle'? You ain't goin' after someone, are you? I thought you wanted to be legit an' all now. Is this some kinda vengeance thing?" <><><><><> Jacqueline: Jackie lowers her voice considerably, "Yeah kid. Back ten years ago I was livin off the streets here. It went ok for a while until this pimp thought he could make me one of his bi*****. He...he beat me up pretty bad and got me strung out on heroin, I guess to make me, um...manageable." Pausing for an awkward minute, you don't think she's going to continue," That didn't work though, not at all. I refused to work for him in any way. He didn't like that...the pigs found me in....well that was before... f*** it!" Her hands start to tremble a bit and she turns her head away, "I promised that sumbi*** I'd..." She drops a few bills on the table and walks out. <><><><><> [GM] After a moment, SFX comes out after Jackie, followed at a safe distance by George. After walking just behind her for a few paces, the kid says, "Look, I can understand you wantin' to take this creep down, but ain't that kinda counter-productive to our other plans? I mean, do we need this kinda complication while tryin' to deal with fruitloops back at the hotel?" Sighing, he says "Look, just how far you plan to go gettin' back at this slimeball...even assuming you can still find 'im after ten years. I mean, I ain't no goody two-shoes, I'll do what I have to if someone's shootin' at me, but I ain't real big on goin' around lookin' for people to blow away, even if maybe they do deserve it." <><><><><> Jacqueline: Jackie slowly turns around and looks at SFX, "Kid who says any of this is goin' to work? I ain't real sure it will. Like you said before I ain't your ma. Maybe Honey ain't here. Maybe we'll all die on the road. Maybe your folks never made it out of New Orleans alive. Maybe, maybe, maybe." Looking at George, she smiles, "Ah know your in for the money George. Shee**." "I don't know Kid, I don't. You can't just turn your life on and off like a faucet. This group isn't real strong to begin with, hell why go on? George'll run the first sign of trouble, Steven'll go back to a loony bin and you'll try not to get killed, probably work too...for a while. I'm just so tired of playing like I got the answers, I need a break." Jackie takes a few breaths and shrugs, "Ok, I'll hold off a little on Honey, but you gotta do somethin'. I want you to find out some stuff about what you told me, we might need it. Ok, this guy, the Terminator, you said he killed a few people. How? It might help to try and keep up on these bozos. You said you knew a few Aces over the BBS thin'. Are they in a position to join us or help? What about Wizard? Hear anythin' from him at all? Maybe we make him a priority, he'd be d**n useful. I want some answers when I get back to the room. I'm goin' for some more stuff, metal supplies. Meet you in the hotel restaurant in an hour or two." Go off and grab a few books of metallurgy and such. Start bar hoppin and see if any word of Honey, the pimp will surface. Money isn't an object. <><><><><> [GM] SFX says "Hey, chill, I didn't say I ain't with you. If you need help, I'll help you. Just make sure you're thinkin' about what we're here for- if we're a team, then we don't wanna go off on our own little tangents, right? OK, I'll go back to the hotel, check on fruitloops, then get to work on that other stuff. I'll see you back there in a coupla hours, right?" George is coughing and shuffling nervously, not sure what to do or who to accompany. <><><><><> Jacqueline: Jackie nods to SFX, she's now clearly torn whether to keep plugging along with these hare-brained schemes that they seem to think so reasonable. *Hell it's a kid, GEORGE and a nut farmer. They don't know any better. Damn. Why's this so difficult? Wake up girl, you owe that bastard big time. Do you want to lead these two into it? It's personal right?* She looks at the two of them and nods again, "Yeah...meet you in a few hours. George you go to, your the driver watch our transportation... I'm ok, really." Walk around looking for any hookers, see if they know a "Mr. Honey". *Know what you're doin? No. The streets got their own justice, he's deservin of...don't know do you? Maybe he isn't around...* <><><><><> [GM] Finding hookers isn't a problem, but none of them have heard of "Honey". Of course, not many last in this lifestyle for 10 years in the same place. You don't find word of him at any of his old haunts. Dallas seems to have far less energy, but no less filth, than it did ten years ago. The economy hasn't been kind to the city, and it seems there are only more poor and desperate people, filling the streets and engaged in the same acts of desperation, degradation and violence that you became all too familiar with back then. Your only two probable sources of information would be the police, or one of the gangs, or organized crime families, that keeps track of lower level "businessmen" like Honey. <><><><><> Jacqueline: *Ah have to know, I have to* Check with the pimps in Downtown and see if they will tell me who's runnin them, perhaps with a bit of coaxin' with Ben Franklin? *Been away a loong time, the Mob would be good for this place* Try to find a Mob connection to speak with or see, if there is anyone they'll know the competition better than the two bit hoods and hustlers. If the pimps don't know try some of the better bars and clubs for a lead. <><><><><> [GM] It takes a while, but you finally find someone who remembers Honey, a pimp who doesn't seem to be much better than him. A couple of bills, and he's willing to talk, while eying you lasciviously. "Honey, yeah, he did a coupla years for possession, got out, came back, but couldn't squeeze back in, lost all his territory. I think he ended up heading north. Chicago or Minneapolis or Milwaukee, somewhere up there." He leers at you and asks "Honey an old boyfriend of yours? Hey, you don't need him, he was a total dirtbag, shoulda gone to prison for the chick he carved up, they just never connected it to him. But *I* could make you real happy...." <><><><><> Jacqueline: Looking at the pimp with sheer disgust, turn down his come ons. *Should have known girl, that scum was into rough trade. Lucky you still alive and all considerin* Make way back to the hotel, out of habit come in a side door away from prying eyes. <><><><><> [GM] You find SFX in your hotel room, looking at you in frustration and disgust. "The nutcase is gone!" he says angrily. "I been lookin' all over for him, and no sign!" <><><><><> Jacqueline: *Sigh. Can't even leave for a few hours. This is enough. I'm not a babysitter* "Kid pack everythin' up into the RV and get us rooms in another hotel. If this idiot wants to go explorin' without thinkin' what his antics will do to us, well screw him." *Hypocrite aren't you?* "We'll leave a message at the desk for him to call the cellular phone, then we can decide whether he's worth the trouble." Get the RV loaded up, leave a note with the front desk and check out of the rooms. Get the RV packed up and move to another hotel, still someplace nice, a lower level suite. Try to get the Kid to work in the new hotel and order a nice room service dinner with champagne.