Message-ID: <16513eli$9810150708@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16513.txt> From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP TG: A Change of Direction (15/22) (Magic, TG) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tigger@alices.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3621f41c.823554@news.erols.com> A Change of Direction Part 15 by Tigger Copyright 1997, all rights reserved. Archiving/publication of this author's work on any system that requires payment in any form is prohibited by the author and is in violation of my copyright to Chapters 7 and beyond. No archiving or redistribution of this work is permitted without this copyright attribution included, intact and complete, in the posting/archiving. A Change of Direction Chapter 21 Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 1 year 4 weeks 1 day A. T. You know, I don't know why I insist on using the honorific "Miss" instead of the more trendy and politically correct "Ms." when I write in this book. Maybe it is a reaction to some of the girls at school who insisted that Jack call them "Ms.". Maybe I am just being pigheaded and trying to maintain something about me that is different from "real women". Maybe it just suits me. Got all the classes I wanted and at the times I wanted to take them. It is so great not having to take courses I don't really want to take. I have two computer science courses, a physics course, a chemistry course and calculus. This is *so* great! And one other course, too. Don't know about that one yet, or why I really signed up for it. My advisor is a really good guy, who only balked a little bit when I showed him my proposed schedule. He doesn't think I am going to hack it, though. We'll see about that. End Journal Entry Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 1 year 2 months A. T. First round of tests are all done, and I did pretty well. Now that the mountain of studying I needed to get done for them is over, I have a little time on my hands for the first time since school started. Some observations. There are other girls in all of my classes, but not one other girl who is in all my classes. Of course, there is no guy who is in all my classes either, although there is one who is in all but the one I won't talk about in here. I think he is really shy, though. He won't even say hi to me on his own. I'm glad for the non-technical course. It relaxes my head to do that reading when the other courses wear me down. Dammit. I *miss* Marcus. Why couldn't he come here instead of going so far away. I miss dancing with him, and I miss. . . . well, I miss a lot of things about him. In the evenings, now that I don't go out very much, Bronwyn has been drilling me in shape shifting. I did a fair job of changing my hair color the other night. When I tried to change my skin tone we ran into a little. . . minor glitch. I wanted to make it lighter like Bronwyn's, only I ended up looking like a human zebra. Bronwyn says I need work on "whole body visualization" before I begin my conjure. Maybe I should try to turn into Bonnie. I got really good at visualizing that hot bodied little tart during my senior year at school. (You know what they say about eavesdroppers, Bronwyn, and you were - both hot-bodied *and* a tart! You think I did not remember that you showed up on the scene right after Mum promised not to peak in here?) Well, tomorrow the unknown class starts studying one of the topics I signed up for the course to learn about. Hopefully, I will learn what I need to know. End Journal Entry Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 1 Year 2 Months 13 days A. T. Met a very interesting person today when I went to see Professor Stevens, my advisor. This guy owns a huge computer electronics firm and he is working to implement Professor Stevens' theories on quantum computing on a practical computer. In the meantime, as his part of the collaboration, this guy provides Dr. Stevens with all the latest and best computer hardware to use in his research. He has really strange eyes. Dr. Stevens introduced us and he gave me this really searching look, like he thought he recognized me from somewhere and was trying to remember when and where. It was a very disconcerting experience. I think I will plan to be elsewhere when he visits Dr. Stevens from now on. Marcus wrote me an email! I wonder how he found out my address? What *am* I going to do about him??? End Journal Entry ***************** The Brotherhood's Chief of Investigations sat silently in his chair. Lancaster had waved him into the seat opposite the huge desk when the Chief had first entered into the High Leader's Office. Lancaster had yet to say a word, but the Chief knew better than to say anything without direction. Finally, Lancaster leveled the fearsome power of his eyes on his subordinate. "My work with the college teacher is going in accordance with the plan. I also met the girl today. One would never know that a mere fifteen months ago she was a male." A malevolent grin lit his chiseled features. "I do not believe she liked me very much. In any case, as long as the professor is her program advisor, and I will see that he continues in that role, I will have a reliable source of information on what the girl is up to. She is still living at home?" The chief affirmed that she was. "And the other woman, Llewellyn, continues to visit regularly?" Again, the chief confirmed this. "Very well, relax the surveillance on the girl and her Mother. We will use the good professor as our surveillance asset for now. My hypnotic programming of him is complete and thorough. He will watch her for us and report on any unusual activities immediately." That over, he switched topics abruptly. "What about the other suspected Sister we have unearthed?" "Roberta Lawler lives in Austin, Texas. She has recently been observed visiting an obstetrics clinic near her home. We made a midnight reconnaissance of the office and ascertained that the woman is two to three months pregnant. She is expected to deliver in the March or April time frame." "Any indication of the sex of the child?" "None, although it is too early for sonogram determination of gender. If she is, as we believe, a member of the Sisterhood, then she would likely not feel the need for a sonogram merely to determine its sex." "Too bad. If it was a girl baby, we'd know for a fact that she was not a Sister. Very well. I want round the clock surveillance on the Lawler girl and an action response team in the area the moment the fetus becomes viable outside the womb. Muster the team as soon as the woman gives any signs of going into labor. I want them to take both the woman and the child as soon as we know the child is male and as soon after the actual birth as possible. Something about the birthing process is critical to the Sisterhood and we must know what that is before we can hope to deal with them effectively." Feeling that he must speak, but not wanting to, the chief cleared his throat. "It may simply be the celebration of birth, High Leader. Most Matriarchal Societies place great store on the creation and nurturing of new life through the birth experience." "It may very well be that, Chief, but somehow, I don't think so. The Sisterhood is not a classical matriarchal society since every member of that cursed group was at one time male. No, there is something more to it than just female life worship." His arguments made him even more certain. "Go set up the operation in Houston. Your piteous begging for the surcease of your own death will go unanswered for a very long time if you fail to capture the woman and her child alive." The man's fear was palpable as he hurriedly left the office to carry out his Master's orders. The taste of his emotion was sweet on Erich Lancaster's tongue, and he laughed at the pure, unadulterated pleasure of having been the cause of it. ~--------~ Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 1 Year 3 Months 5 days A. T. I don't know what to believe. On one hand, I have heard Mom and Bronwyn speak about things often enough that I am relatively confident that I understand many of their beliefs. But what I got from that class does not jive with what they have said when they did not think I was listening. I am going to the library right now to see if they have anything in the rare books sections that will help. Probably not since I don't read or speak foreign or dead languages. Cripes, why could not the old Celtic civilizations have written their stuff in "C" instead of Gaelic? Oh, well, I hope the translations are good. They will certainly be better than I could do, but will they be accurate enough for my needs? Hmmmm. I wonder if there are independent sources of information about this on the Internet? There is stuff about most every thing else, why not this? Yahoo, Alta Vista, Lycos - here comes Jacqui! End Journal Entry End Part 15; Continued in Part 16 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>