GHOST.TXT
                          By Kristen O
                       Scene I - Farewell
     Rob took in a long breath and exhaled in a deep sigh.  He was
leaving his old neighborhood behind.  From the back seat of the old
'86 station wagon, he peered between the moving boxes and battered
suitcases through the back window.
    The large white house trimmed in cedar that he had been born in
and spent the first 15 years of his life began shrinking as the car
sped away.  He thoughts wandered through his favorite memories: 
his front yard where he played catch with his friends;  the tree
with an old tire suspended from a rope that he and his sisters took
turns swinging on after school;  the basketball hoop on top of the
garage door with a torn net - how he loved the times he spent with
his dad playing "HORSE" or "Around the World".  His home, like his
dad, will fade from his memory, he thought, as the station wagon
drew further and further away.  He was loosing his home, loosing
his friends, loosing his dad.  It was unfair.
                 Scene II - Fast Women, Fast Cars
     Jamie put her tongue in Paul's ear as they sped along.  Paul
laughed and cringed, causing the '74 Mustang Mach 1 to swerve. 
"Knock it off, Jamie!" Paul shouted as he gave the Mustang more
gas, "Save it until we reach the lake."  A pine scent wafted
through the open windows of the Mustang as it trekked through the
moonlit forest road.  "I don't think that I can wait." Jamie said
playfully as she batted her eyes at him.  The Mustang rounded a
bend in the road where there was a clearing.  In the distance, the
chimney of an old mansion just peaked out above some younger,
shorter trees.  A shimmering of the moonlight marked the location
of the lake they were headed to.
     Jamie turned the Mustang's rear view mirror on her and began
to touch up her lipstick.  Paul stole a quick glance at Jamie while
she was doing this.  He figured she was about 19, maybe 20 years
old.  From what his friends had told him, she was really wild and
would "go all the way" if you knew the right buttons to press.  She
looked every bit as wild as the rumors he had heard about her.  She
had a long, blond mane of hair which she wore teased up.  She wore
red cowboy boots which reached her knees; a blue, western-style
denim miniskirt which barely covered her long luscious legs; a
bone-colored see-through blouse - did she had ample to see!;  and
a blue denim vest which she wore unbuttoned.
                     Scene III - Flashback
     Anxiety and hopelessness danced around his mind.  There
probably wouldn't be any guys his age to pal around with.  Rob was
just going through an age where his hormones were crazy, passing
through the tail end of puberty and into the unknowns of the adult
world.  A few weeks ago, he was just experienced his first "real"
drink with his friend Bill, a shot of the hard stuff, Johnnie
Walker from one of those tiny airline bottles Bill had "borrowed"
from his Mom and Dad's extensive collection.
     Rob would also miss Tammy, but he didn't have the courage to
tell her goodby, or for that matter, hello.  Tammy sat in his high
school geometry class just one desk up and two rows over.  And not
just in geometry,... Rob had seen Tammy before in other classes,
but never really noticed her until she "blossomed".  How he yearned
to have the courage to sit next to her in class, for his eyes to
suddenly meet hers.  She would smile, he would smile, they would
exchange notes in class and finally, he would meet her after school
where he would ask her to be his date to a dance.  But that moment
would never come.  Rob fell into an uncomfortable sleep as the
station wagon moved east through the forested countryside.
                  Scene IV - The Rendezvous
     Paul had just met Jamie at Wilson's Twin View drive-in movie
theater, the only nightlife for teenagers in this town.  He thought
back on the moment.
    Paul had first arrived with his usual friends in tow.  Jamie
had entered with a date, but having grown tired of his typical
groping and boring dialog, walked out to find another ride back.
     She had recognized Paul from the In-N-Out Minimart that she
frequented.  She would flirt with him on each visit.  Now here he
was at the drive-in with some guys she did not recognize, but
wouldn't mind meeting later.  She walked up to the opened driver's
side window of Paul's Mustang and held her face close to Paul's,
almost touching him.  Paul flushed with embarrassment as he
recognized her.  "H-Hello, I'm Paul," he managed to speak as his
buddies made catcalls and wolf whistles.  "Hello, Paul, it's nice
to meet your acquaintance, finally," she replied coyishly, "I'm
Jamie, we've been meeting for too long without talking at the In-N-
Out."  Paul's friends began to roll out of the back seat, laughing
and whistling, leaving Paul and Jamie alone.
     Paul nodded his head toward the passenger door of the Mustang,
"Get in".  Jamie walked around and got in.  They made out during
the rest of the movie.
                  Scene V - Sisters
     Rob awoke with an elbow jabbed into his ribs.  One of his
older sisters, Kim was getting restless.  "Rob, get off my
shoulder, I'm trying to sleep!"  "Be good, you two!" his mother
replied, "Just a few more hours and we will be in our new home." 
His other sister, Susan was still asleep, having helped load the
wagon earlier.
     His sisters were twins, 23 years old and pushy.  They always
ganged up on him, constantly.  Rob remembered the good times when
his sisters left for college leaving him alone in peace with his
mom and dad.  He was finally able to get his father's full
attention and how he admired and loved his father.  But, when his
dad unexpectedly deserted them, taking the truck, their savings and
his salary with him, things changed quickly.
    Without the tuition to support them, his sisters came home. 
His mother had grown dejected and felt bitter.  It seemed that his
sisters were also upset.  At first, they all shared the same anger
and sadness.  But after a time, Rob began to feel some of the anger
directed towards him - he was a man like his father.  The strong
bond he had with his father became a focus for the scorn from his
mother and sisters.  And then the worst came, they had to move to
a less expensive home.
                  Scene VI - Destiny
     Tires screeched as the Mustang came around a bend.  Jamie
clung onto Paul with the look of exhilaration in her eyes.  Paul
saw the look and gave it more gas.  They were nearing the lake and
coming into an S-curve.  Paul had driven this before at a higher
speed during the day.  He saw a glint of his headlights off the
road surface by the lake, then he felt the car slide.  Time stood
still as the front tires of speeding Mustang lost their grip on the
road.  The steering wheel tore out of Paul's hands as the front
tires instantly regained traction on the road's shoulder,
scattering gravel in all directions.  Jamie screamed as the rear
end of the car seemed to twist around her.  Tree trunks flashed by,
lit up by the headlights and disappearing in the darkness, then
suddenly, a terrible, instantaneous, deafening scream of metal
twisting and contorting in protest, glass shattering, followed by
absolute silence.  After several seconds, a lone cricket began to
chirp.  Soon the forest noise resumed.
     Deputy Johnson was growing tired, nearing the end of his
shift.  He was driving back into town from the main highway when he
saw fresh skid-marks leading across the road.  Ben had seen this
happen on these mountain roads many times before - he knew what he
would find at the end of the skid marks.  He sighed, pulled his car
off of the road and got to work.
                 Scene VII - Chance Encounter
     Rob awoke when he noticed the wagon slowing. "Are we there?"
then Rob saw the flashing lights of several police cars and a
ambulance, and a vehicle with "Coroner" on it.  An officer
directing traffic walked grimly up to the car as Rob's mom lowered
the window.  "What happened here, Officer?"  "Please, Madame, just
move along," the officer replied.  "But I live in this house..."
Rob's mom pointed to an old mansion next to the lake.  The officer
briefly glanced inside the wagon at Rob and his sisters and spoke
softly to his mom, "We're just cleaning up the single vehicle
accident.  There was one fatality,.. a girl.  The boy might live. 
Damned teenagers!" the officer shrugged.
     Rob's mom didn't say anything as she rolled up the window and
drove the wagon off the highway into the gravel driveway of the old
mansion.  As they drove past the accident scene, Rob peered through
the window.  Paramedics were just moving a stretcher into an
ambulance.  In the stretcher, he could just make out the victim's
figure, a young man.  His clothes were torn and visibly cut in some
places.  An IV bag hung from the stretcher.  His head was held down
on a traction board and another paramedic was holding an oxygen
mask on the victim's face.
     A policeman and a man in plainclothes were next to another
stretcher next to a black vehicle.  A sheet was pulled over this
victim's face.  Rob starred at the sheet as the policeman pulled
the stretcher around and into the back of the black vehicle, with
the plainclothes pushing from behind.  He saw the body begin to
stir.  The body sat up in the stretcher as they guided it around. 
The sheet slipped off of the victim's face.  Mesmerized, Rob
continued to stare.  The victim looked right into Rob's eyes. 
Their eyes locked together.  Rob found he couldn't look away.  She
was a young lady, very pretty looking, but very pale, almost
ghostly.  And she was starring right at Rob!  Rob felt he was
almost out of breath and chilled in every corner of his body.  He
blinked his eyes, and suddenly, he was starring at the sheet again,
the body lying in it's original position, unchanged, the policeman
and plainclothesman carrying on as if nothing out of the ordinary
had taken place.
     Rob continued to stare as the ambulance sped off, followed by
the coroner's vehicle.  He was startled when his mom shouted, "Were
here!"
               Scene IIX - A Ghostly Realization
     Jamie was confused.  She her consciousness, seemingly
disembodied, faded in and out.  She remembered trees flashing left
and right of the windshield of the Mustang.  Then a big tree trunk
emerged from the darkness directly in front of them.  She felt her
body being to fly into the windshield, then suddenly absolute
darkness, quiet, and calmness.
     When Jamie awoke, she could not see, so she slowly sat up. 
She could hear voices all around her and sense movement, yet these
voices seemed to be in another world.
     A sheet slide from her face as she sat up from the stretcher
which two men were pulling.  Something drew her attention away from
the stretcher to a station wagon passing slowly, nearby.  A force,
sort of an emotional magnet, drew her to look at a young man, about
15, peering through the passenger-side window of the wagon.
     She could see into his eyes, and her will seemed to easily
bore into his mind.  She saw that he was transfixed, staring at her
as she made eye contact with him.  But the contact began to fade as
the wagon drew further away from the accident scene.
     Jamie turned her attention to a stretcher being loaded into
the back of an ambulance.  She realized it was Paul, "Yes, now I
remember, the accident!"  Jamie laid back, knowing that these
rescue workers would take care of everything.  She noticed that her
stretcher was being taking to a black ambulance.  As the writing on
the side of the ambulance focused in her eyes, she screamed a blood
curdling scream.  It was a coroner vehicle.  She was DEAD!  The
scream had gone unnoticed by the attendants lifting her stretcher
into the back of the vehicle.
                  Scene IX - Home Sweet Home
     It was dark inside.  Rob's mom threw a switch in the foyer and
a light illuminated the entryway.  The interior of the mansion
looked old.  Moving crates were already inside, the movers having
transferred their furniture the day before.  And now they sat
around in their crates, casting erie shadows against the walls.
     His mom spoke, "Kim, your room is upstairs next to Susan's. 
Rob, yours is opposite Kim's.  Susan and I already unpacked your
bedrooms and made your beds.  So let's try get some sleep. 
Tomorrow we have a big day ahead, finishing unpacking."
     He followed his mom and sisters up a staircase which wrapped
around the foyer.  He opened the door to his room which still had
a few unopened boxes inside.  The familiar sight of his comfortable
bed made him sleepy.  He put on his pajamas, drew down the covers
and fell asleep.
     Suddenly, a horrible, piercing scream shocked Rob out of bed. 
Thinking the scream came from his sisters, he ran to there rooms,
and hurriedly knocked on their doors - they were just getting
undressed.  "Susan, Kim, are you O.K.?" "Get out of here, Rob!"
they replied.  His mom came into the hall from the master bedroom,
hearing the commotion, "Rob, leave your sisters alone, what's wrong
with you?" "But mom, I heard them scream!"  "We did not!" they
retorted.  His mom said, "Get back to bed Rob, you had a bad
dream."
     Rob was confused, it sounded so real.  He went back to his bed
and fell asleep again.
                  Scene X - The Discovery
     Jamie realized that she had died in the accident.  Yet her
disembodied persona lived on.  She had stepped off the stretcher
unnoticed, as the coroner's vehicle sped away into the darkness. 
There she was, standing their alone in the dark, not knowing where
to go or what to do.  Strangely, she began to feel a strong
compulsion or force, pulling her to the old mansion by the lake. 
It was as if the ancient life force that had accumulated there over
the decades was acting as a vacuum cleaner, gather any of the
wondering souls that got too close to its attraction.
     Jamie found the strongest attraction in the attic space above
one of the bedrooms.  As she due near, she detected a familiar
presence.  The young man that she saw in the wagon earlier.  She
had sensed something different about him.  She remembered at the
accident scene that the ambulance workers did not sense her
presence and everyone seemed to look right past her even if they
were staring in her direction.  But the young man, he had stared
right at her.  He could see her!  And she could sense some thought
of his mind, which seemed to be a torrent of confusion in contrast
to the calmness of the other family members.  Through this torrent,
she was able to reach out to him!
                 Scene XI - Communication
     Rob slept uneasily, the events of the night were disturbing
him on top of the emotional ordeal he was going through with his
father gone.  His mind faded out of its dream state and into
awareness as he sensed that he was not alone in his bedroom.  He
felt a chill come over him.  Then he saw what looked like a gas or
image first emerging from a corner of his room, then floating
beside his bed.  The image materialized into the form of a naked
young woman, the woman he remembered on the stretcher!  Hairs rose
on the back of his neck.  Before he could cry out, she reached out
and put her cupped hand over his mouth, muffling his cry.  Cold
sweat broke out on Rob's forehead as his eyes looked onto hers, not
knowing what to do next.
     "Shhhh!" she softly spoke, "My name is Jamie, I won't harm
you.  Please don't scream, O.K.?"  Rob nodded his head and Jamie
removed her hand.  Rob managed to speak in a broken voice, "W-What
do you want?...What are you? I-I saw you on the stretcher..."  "I
am Jamie," she repeated, "I guess I was killed in that car accident
that you saw.  This is important.  You're the only one that I can
talk to.  I don't know how or why.  I seem to be trapped inside
this mansion by some force.  I don't think that I can ever leave
here on my own."
     Rob, with some of his initial shock receding, began to calm
down.  "You're a ghost?  But I can see you, feel you, and hear you? 
This must be a nightmare."  He let his head fall back on his
pillow, but she shook him back up again.  "What's you name, tell me
about yourself - this is important to me!"  Rob sighed, "My name is
Rob.  I have two older sisters across the hall, Susan and Kim, and
my mom."  "Don't you have a father," she asked?  "No," he shrugged.
     As Rob reflected on the events when his father left, Jamie
began to realized that this was a broken family.  The combination
of emotional events Rob was going through, his coming of age, his
parent's separation, and his mom and sisters hostility towards him,
somehow allowed her to talk to him.
     Then Jamie told her story, her wild life from high school to
college, her chance meeting with Paul, then the crash.  At the end
of her tale, she looked down and saw that Rob was asleep.  She
stared at him for awhile, and became somewhat attracted to him. 
She returned back to attic.
                 Scene XII - Dreams or Nightmares
     The next morning, Rob awoke wondering if he had dreamed that
ghostly dream.  He thought about the ghostly image and dismissed it
as a dream thinking, "Well, if I had to dream, at least she was
pretty and naked."
     The family spend the next few days unpacking and getting
settled in.  Rob had not seen Jamie during those days, and
concluded that he it was indeed a dream.  He did much of the moving
alone, his mom and sisters seemingly forming a click to which he
wasn't a part of.  He felt alone and went up to his room,
depressed.
                 Scene XIIV - Unfulfilled Desires
     When he closed his door, he felt suddenly chilled.  A form
materialized next to him.  "I feel your loneliness, Rob."  Rob
startled again, "It's you again!...  Yeah," he sighed, "things are
not going too well..."  He stared at her naked form, and she became
self-conscious.  She crossed her arms over her bosom.  Like him,
she felt lonely to, she wanted to be human again and to be held
close, to be held by him.
    She starred at him saw through his eyes that he wanted her. 
She held her arms out, wanting to be held, but his eyes suddenly
widened, his expression of disgust and distaste.  "You're a ghost,"
his eyes communicated.  Jamie felt hurt and frustrated.  If she
could only appear more human, she was sure she could reach Rob.
     She watched as Rob walked away towards a balcony adjoining to
his bedroom.  She began to return to the attic, but as Rob walked
out on the balcony, she thought to talk to Rob again.  But as Jamie
went outside, she unknowingly became invisible to Rob.  She tried
to touch his shoulder to attract his attention, but her hand past
right through him.  She became aware that she de-materialized when
outside.  Further, Jamie was startled by a realization.  She was
outside!
     During the first days she spent wandering around the house,
Jamie found, much to her dismay, that the house had a power over
her.  She could not wander beyond the walls of the house.  It was
as if some force held her in place.  Yet here she was now, outside! 
She tried to float further outside, but a magnetic force seemed to
stop her.  As Rob walked to the corner rail of the balcony, she
felt herself being gently tugged along.  Then, she realized that
somehow, She and Rob were linked together.  She could leave the
house only if Rob left the house.  When Rob left the house alone,
she was confined to the inside of the house.
               Scene XIV - Ghostly Yearnings
     Later that night, Rob's mom and sisters had left to visit some
friends in his old neighborhood.  He wanted to go too, but got a
strong negative impression when he asked.  So here he was, home
alone.
     Jamie saw this as her chance,  she materialized in Susan's
bedroom, putting on her clothes.  She wanted to appear human and
seductive for Rob.  She added some make-up and walked over to Rob,
who was in the living room, watching TV.
     Rob felt cold suddenly.  He looked up and saw Jamie wearing a
tight, black, mini-dress which outlined her seductive figure.  Her
long slender legs were encased in sheer, black stockings, ending in
delicate, black, high heel slippers.  He began to feel aroused
watching her move towards him.  He stammered, "How did you..?"  "I
borrowed a few things from your sister.  She won't mind," Jamie
said, eyeing him playfully.
     Jamie looked into his eyes and again, a look of distaste seem
to grow.  He pulled away and Jamie became frustrated and angry,
"What's the matter.  You don't like girls?" she shouted.  "No, I do
like girls.  It's just that, ah, just that you're a ghost."  She
retorted, "Well you're a weak-minded sissy.  I hate you.  I hate
being here and I can't leave."  "Please, Rob," she pleaded.  But
Rob laid down on the couch watching TV, ignoring her.
               Scene XV - Sinister Plotting
     Jamie felt angry and frustrated.  She watched as Rob slowly
fell asleep on the couch, bundled in a blanket.  Jamie, feeling her
efforts to look pretty were wasted, started taking off her borrowed
clothes.  She again looked a Rob, soundly asleep on the couch.
"What a wimp," she thought.  She looked at her clothes now lying in
a bundle at her feet, then a mischievous thought crossed her mind. 
Rob's mom and sisters torment him.  Why can't I?  And have some fun
at it, too.
               Scene XVI - Spirit's Revenge
     Rob began to awake, hearing a door open.  He heard his mom's
voice and some noise from the kitchen, "We're back Rob."  As Rob
started to get up from the couch, he felt different, or rather the
clothes on his body felt different.  He lifted his blanket to peer
underneath and was shocked!  He was wearing his sister's black
mini-dress, the one that Jamie had on.  He felt the constriction of
a bra on his chest and panties hugging his waist.  The sheer black
nylons that Jamie had worn were now clinging to his legs, ending in
the black high heel slippers that she had worn!
     His mind raced as he panicked.  He absolutely positively did
not want his mom and sisters to see him in their clothes.  They
would humiliate him forever.  And they were just in the next room,
the kitchen!  He hugged the blanket to himself as his mother walked
in.  "Hi, Rob."  I bought some groceries for you to unpack.  "Hi,
mom," Rob nervously replied.  His mom walked past him, up the
stairs into her bedroom.  His sisters also walked by, ignoring him. 
Susan walked into the bathroom downstairs, while Kim went to the
bathroom upstairs.
     Rob's heart raced.  His head felt hot and sweaty as he
cautiously got up, not altogether sure whether to stay under the
cover of the blanket, or to race upstairs to his bedroom.  He made
up his mind to race for the bedroom, hoping - no, willing none of
the bathroom doors would open-up giving them a glimpse of him
dressed up like a girl.
     He got up and slowly started to make his away across the hard
wood floor.  His sister's high heels began to make a telltale
"click, click, click" noise.  He stopped and took the heels off. 
He walked in his sister's stockings, holding her high heels in his
hand, past the downstairs bathroom door to the staircase.  He ran
up the staircase, nearly slipping in his stocking feet.
     His mom's door was partly closed, just a crack open.  The
bathroom door was closed, but Rob could hear his sister moving
about inside.  Any moment now and she could open the door, catching
him in his sister's clothes.  Rob panicked when he saw a flash of
movement from the crack in his mom's door.  His heart pounded as he
heard the bathroom door open downstairs and the footsteps of his
sister, coming up the stairwell.  In a matter of seconds, she would
see him in her dress.
     He jumped past his mom's door into his room, shutting his door
quickly behind him.  His mom glimpsed a black shape flash by her
door.  "Rob, I said that wanted you to unpack to groceries before
you go to sleep."  Rob quickly tried to reach around the back for
a zipper.  It was awkward, he could not seem to reach back far
enough.  He started to sweat and breath heavily.  He grabbed the
hem of the mini-dress with his hands and frantically started to
pull it up to his arms.  It stopped and did not seem to want to go
any farther.  He could hardly breath as the dress was pulled
tightly over his face and it felt like his arms were trapped.  He
did not want to force the dress over his head and tear it.  He
needed to hurry.  At any moment, someone could burst into his room
- his door did not have a lock - and they would find him in this
ridiculous position, his body in a bra, panties and stockings with
a black dress pulled up to his shoulders, covering his face like a
blindfold and pinning his arms.
     He felt a cold draft through the lingerie he was wearing.  A
voice half giggled, "Poor baby.  Does my little girl need some help
undressing?"  Rob recognized the voice, it was Jamie, the person
responsible for his current predicament.  "Jamie, please, help me
get out of this, darn you!"  Just when Rob thought that Jamie would
open his bedroom door and push him out into the hallway, he felt
the dress being pulled over his head.  Rob immediately pulled the
bra straps off of his shoulders and quickly pulled the bra down to
his legs without unclasping it.  He hurriedly pulled the panties
and stockings down to his feet and stepped out of the small pile of
clothes.  He shoved the bundle beneath his bed and out of sight
just as his mother opened the door, "Rob, I asked you to do your
chores in the kitchen before you go to bed."  Rob stood next to his
bed with an embarrassed and guilty looking expression on his face. 
"Please, mom.  Can't I have any privacy? I was just changing." 
Rob's mom glared at him, which told him that he had better get to
work.  She left, closing the door behind her.
     Rob looked around his room for Jamie, but she was nowhere to
be seen.  "Jamie," he called in a hushed voice,"where are you.  Why
did you do this?  Don't you ever do this to me again!"  He was
answered with silence.
             Scene XVII - The Sweet Taste of Vengeance
     Back in the attic, Jamie felt satisfied.  She had humiliated
Rob after Rob had scorned her advances.  She felt in charge and
with a purpose...she now had something to occupy her time.  Someone
to torment in exchange for her being trapped here.  She found Rob's
"hot" button - humiliation.  She wondered what she would do next.
                   Scene XVII - Ghostbuster
    Rob woke up early in the morning.  Slowly, he lifted his covers
to look at his body.  To his relief, he was not wearing a woman's
negligee, only his pajamas.  He quickly got dressed and hid his
sister's clothes in the corner of his closet.  Rob decided he would
go to the county library that morning, and he set off, while his
mom and sisters were still sleeping.
     Rob was in front of the library.  Like the mansion that he
lived in, the library too looked old.  He walked up to an old lady
seated behind an antique desk.  She looked up at him, smiling "Yes,
may I help you young man?"  Rob spoke, "Can you help me find some
books?  I'm interested in reading about ghosts."  The old lady got
up and walked over to a card file.  After search for a few minutes,
she walked down the hall into an old section of the library.  Her
hand motioned to a large bookshelf against the wall, "You can begin
here.  Call me if you need me."
     Before Rob was a large selection of dusty, rather old books. 
Many had torn covers or spines, covered with symbols he could not
decipher.  As he browsed down a row, he chanced upon a book
entitled, "Poltergeists, Ghosts, and Hauntings - Guide to the
Spirit World." He took the book off of the shelf, found a chair and
desk, sat down and started to read.
     The book told of real life ghost tales, how hauntings focused
around old places where extreme emotional trauma occurred and
poltergeist activities centered around people.  Oftentimes,
poltergeist activities begin at haunted sites.  The afflicted
people usually had a history of psychological problems or were
emotionally disturbed.  Well, Rob thought, I certainly seem to fit
the profile.  He read on.  Poltergeists were mischievous ghosts
which would physically manifest themselves by moving objects,
making noises, sometimes even attacking their human hosts. 
Sometimes, poltergeist activity would just stop on it's own accord,
but in other cases, the poltergeist would actually follow an
individual around to different locations, constantly plaguing its
victim for years on end.  In some rare cases, poltergeists can
possess a victim's body.  The book concluded all and all, modern
day exorcism of ghosts, the solution to a haunting, poltergeist
activity, or possession rarely occurred.  Evidence of such
magnitude would be required and most spirits were crafty enough to
avoid detection.
     Rob had read enough.  He began to loose all hope.  As he
returned the book that he was reading back to the shelf,  another
smaller book next to it fell onto the floor, raising some dust. 
Rob bent down to look at the book.  Its title was, "Poltergeistich
Exorsichneight".  It was so old, it almost fell apart in his hands. 
He opened the book and saw parts of the book he could read, and
other parts written in a language foreign to him.  The pages were
yellow and brittle.  As he read the book, he began to realize that
the book was about performing exorcism rites to drive away
poltergeists.  Since Rob did not have a library card, he took the
book to a photocopy machine and copied every page.  He replaced the
book and went home, with a new hope.
                 Scene XIIX - Plot to Freedom
     Jamie was thinking in the attic about how to escape from the
mansion.  On her own, she seemed to be free to wander anywhere
throughout the house, except outside.  If she could get outside
with Rob, she could escape from the house, but she had to go
wherever Rob went.  Further, she could not "influence" Rob to go
where she wanted because she de-materialized, leaving her unable to
physically touch or talk to Rob.  Her thoughts were interrupted by
Jamie's mom and sisters driving away.  "So, I'm going to have Rob
all to myself again," she said in anticipation.  She began thinking
again, then a crafty grin formed on her face.  She spoke to
herself, "If I escape with Rob when he leaves the house, I cannot
control him...from the outside, but what if I entered his body?"
              Scene XIIX - Possessed and Transformed
     Rob returned home at about mid-afternoon and no one was home. 
A note on the refrigerator said that everyone had left and would
return that evening.  The mansion seemed peacefully quiet.  Rob
went up to his room and laid his notes down in his desk.  A loud
crash behind him startled him.  Jamie had knocked over his lamp. 
"Jamie!  Stop it and just leave me alone!  I'm warning you," he
challenged.  Jamie mocked him, "Well, big man.  What are you going
to do to me?"  Rob jumped out at Jamie, but Jamie quickly vanished. 
Rob bumped his head into the wall.  He sat down dazed as Jamie saw
her chance.  She materialized behind Rob and sat behind him, kind
of imitating his posture.  Then she slowly scooted up beside his
body, and then into it.
     Rob felt sort of funny.  Maybe, he thought, it was the bump on
his head.  He got up and walked into the bathroom that he shared
with his sisters.  He looked at his face in the mirror, then he
reached up with his arm to touch the bump on his head.  Oddly, his
arm did not seem to move.  Startled, Rob tried to move his other
hand, but it did not obey!  What's wrong with me, he thought. 
Jamie's laugh echoed in his head, "Ha, ha, ha!  I have complete
control of your body now, Rob."  As if to demonstrate her power,
she moved his arms to touch his face.  It felt to Rob like he was
disembodied, yet he could see, hear, smell and feel everything.
     "I planned to escape this mansion and have some fun.  I need
your body to escape.  Sorry, Rob."  Rob could not believe what he
was hearing inside of his mind.  He really began to panic as he
realized that he could not even blink, unless Jamie willed it so.
     Rob felt his arms begin to move, his hands, seemingly with a
mind all their own, began to unbutton his shirt.  "W-wait a minute!
What are you doing?" Rob said nervously.  Jamie replied, "You don't
expect me to have a girl's night on the town dressed like this, do
you?  Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!"  "Oh, no!  Please don't do this to me.  I'll
be nice to you from now on.  Just please don't do this," Rob
pleaded.  But his disembodied hands continued unbuttoning his
shirt.  He felt his shirt tails being tugged out of his pants.  An
arm opened his shirt, his other arm, slid through the sleeve and
the shirt fell to the ground.
     Next, he felt his body bend down and his hands began to untie
his shoes.  A hand gripped his shoe as he felt his foot lift out of
it.  His other foot followed.  Next, his socks were peeled away
from his bare feet.  His body stood up again.  He saw in the
bathroom mirror as his hands moved to the belt of his pants,
undoing the buckle.  Jamie made his body dance and sway in a
feminine manner as she made his hand pull the belt away from his
pants.  At the same time, she laughed, singing a striptease song in
his mind.  It was humiliating for Rob to see his body, dancing
around in the bathroom and not being able to do anything about it.
     His hands undid the last button of the pants.  He felt his
fingers gripping the zipper.  His body spun around as he felt the
zipper being coaxed down.  He felt the coolness of the bathroom as
Rob's pants spilled down to his feet.  One of his feet stepped out,
while the other foot kicked, bouncing the pants up against the
bathroom mirror and back down on the floor.  Next, his hands
gripped at the elastic band on his boxer shorts.  Jamie made his
hips sway to her striptease song as he was doing this.  Slowly, she
slid the boxers down, past his manhood and to the floor: Rob was
completely naked now and helpless.
     He was unsure of what was going to happen next.  His hand slid
open the door to the shower and turned on the hot and cold water. 
His hand tested the water and adjusted the knob to a temperature
that he could bare.  His legs moved him inside.
     Having to share this bathroom with his sisters, the shower
contained some of his sisters things: depilatories, razors, scented
shampoos.  His hand took a can of depilatory.  Keeping out of the
stream of water, his hand sprayed the depilatory in a line from his
hip to his foot on each leg, his other hand spreading it out,
massaging it into the hairs on his legs.  The foam felt slightly
oily on his skin.  His hands continued, spreading foam on his chest
and arms.  His mouth starting humming, the way a girl would when
enjoying herself in the shower.  After a few minutes, the foam
began to sting a little.  Soon, his skin began to sting and itch
everywhere.  His body then moved into the shower, washing the foam
off.  Rob was skeptical that the depilatory would work on him in
that short time, but he winced as he saw his skin emerge from the
foam, hairless.  He saw out of the corner of his eyes, small clumps
of foam, mixed with clumps of his hair, slide down the shower
drain.
     His hand turn off the shower knobs and reached for a bath
towel.  As the towel slowly dried his body, his noticed his skin
felt smooth.  The towel did not tug at his skin the way it used to
when he had hair.  His hairless body seemed sensitive to the cold
air and tingled.  He cringed when he saw his bare legs, reminding
him of his sister Kim's legs which he saw whenever she wore shorts. 
     When his body was dried, he saw his hand reach towards the
vanity where a tray of Kim's things were.  His fingers grabbed a
file and a bottle of pink nail polish.  His fingers began to file
and smooth the nails on his toes expertly.  His fingers placed
tissue in between each of his toes as Rob knew what would come
next.  Jamie forced his fingers to shake the bottle of nail polish,
and open it.  He smelled the fumes as his fingers began carefully
brushing the polish on each toenail.  Each "dab" felt wet on his
toenails.
     Next, his fingers opened an acrylic nail package.  Rob
thought, "Oh, no!  She's not going to miss a detail."  Rob's
fingers opened a tube of adhesive and applied it to each nail.  One
by one, a nail extension was glued firmly in place on each his
fingers.  Again, Jamie guided the file expertly as Rob's fingers
filed down the edges of the extensions to match his nails.  Rob
thought that his now long fingernails would hamper Jamie's
manipulations of his hands, but Jamie, used to long fingernails in
her life, easily adapted.  He saw his fingers again grasping for
the pink nail polish, applying liberal coats to his long
fingernails.  When she was finished, she made him hold his hands
out away from his body, each finger spread apart, to examine her
work.  Rob shrugged, his hands looked like lady's hands.  The long
fingernails felt alien to him, like a parasite, clinging to his
fingers.  After 15 minutes, Rob's fingers began plucking away the
tissue between each of his toes.
     Jamie, determined to continue the transformation, moved his
body into the hallway up to Kim's closed door.  His hand reach for
the knob, and the door opened to reveal a feminine room decorated
to the tastes of a young, college-age lady.
     His body hesitated and Rob felt his eyes begin to scan the
room.  On his left he saw a dresser alongside a table and chair. 
The table had a large mirror on it, with makeup and jewelry
scattered about.  Directly in front was her unmade bed, a floral
patterned comforter lying crumpled across, two white pillows
trimmed with lace.  To his right was the sliding doors of Kim's
closet, one door halfway slid across the other, revealing dresses
of various sizes, shapes and colors, and lots of high heels
scattered across the floor inside.
     Rob shivered inside his mind, anxiously thinking, "Please
don't do this to me!" and wondering how he could stop this before
she went too far.
     Rob's body walked over to the dresser and began to open the
drawers, one at a time.  He saw the drawer on the upper left open
to reveal and assortment of negligee's.  His hand closed the
drawer.  The middle left opened to reveal bras, panties and nylons. 
His hand picked up a pink, cotton-candy colored, french cut panty
trimmed with french lace.  His hand opened the panty up for his
legs to slide through.  He saw his feet step into the panty one by
one, with his painted toenails shimmering in the room-light.  He
felt his hand raise the panty up his legs.  The panty slid smoothly
up his hairless legs, enveloping his male member and derriere.  The
waistband clinching high above his hips.  The silk panty that he
was wearing felt smooth and frail compared to his the cotton briefs
he was used to wearing.
     His hand picked up a matching pink bra, also trimmed with
french lace.  Rob noticed that the bra had a small pink flower with
a green stem and leaves, centered between the cups.  His arms slid
through the straps.  His hands felt around his back where he felt
his fingers grips each clasp on the bra.  He felt the bra tighten
around his chest as the clasps were hooked together.  His fingers
then followed the edge of the bra, straightening and adjusting the
straps.  He felt his long, polished fingernails brushing against
his skin, but not digging in.
     Rob noticed his body in mirror behind the dresser.  He thought
he looked ridiculous, like a young man dressed in women's lingerie. 
He noticed that the empty bra cups on his chest hung loosely, as
well as the panty, both of which were designed to fit the female
anatomy.  He predicted that Jamie would look around for some
padding next, but his body just stood still in front of the mirror. 
Strangely, the nipples on his chest, hips and derriere began to
tingle all at once.  He became alarmed as they came alive and
started to move.
     Jamie, not satisfied with Rob's male-looking figure, began
using her ghostly powers inside of Rob.  She found that if she
concentrated, she could push her basic bodyshape outward against
Rob's skin.  She felt Rob's skin expand in the directions that she
wanted for the desired effect.  She also felt the tissues in Rob's
body begin to compensate by absorbing water and fat cells in the
voids left by the expanding skin.
     Rob just stared in horror as he felt his chest begin to swell
until two perfectly shaped breasts slowly emerged, pouting at him
in the mirror.  He felt the soft lining of each bra cup begin to
engorge his new breasts, adding shape and support.  Likewise, his
hips began to grow and he felt the panty that he was wearing begin
to get tighter around his derriere.  Rob saw his contrasting
reflection in the mirror, his abrupt male face with close cropped
hair, then his body having a soft feminine, hour-glass shape,
standing still in front of a mirror in a bra and panties.
     His hands again reached into Kim's open dresser drawer and
retrieved a plastic package containing a brand new pair of
pantyhose.  His long fingernails deftly opened the package and
pulled the pantyhose out.  Rob examined it as Jamie made his hands
hold it out.  The pantyhose were a beige, semi-transparent color. 
The panty part of the pantyhose was darker, trimmed with a delicate
lace at the top.  The crotch of the pantyhose was lined with a
white cotton material.  Each leg hung limply and wrinkled.  It
seemed obvious to Rob at this point that the pantyhose was way too
small to for him to fit into, but he felt his fingers carefully
gather a leg portion up, reaching the toe.  He felt the knee on his
left leg bending, raising his foot.  His foot and toes arched down
towards the ground.  His hands moved the gathered potion of the
pantyhose to his toe, and his fingers slowly worked the pantyhose
up his hairless calve to his knee.  Rob could still see his painted
toe nails through the hose.  The process was repeated for his right
leg, his fingers carefully working the pantyhose up to his knee. 
Then his hands and fingers methodically pulled and adjusted the
pantyhose over his thighs until finally, the panty portion was
pulled up over his now round hips to his waist.
     The pantyhose gave Rob the strangest feelings.  They clung
completely to his toes, feet, calves, knees, and thighs.  He could
feel it's silky tightness, hugging against his skin, but he could
also feel the coolness of the air on his legs, as if he wasn't
wearing anything.  Jamie moved Rob's hand up and down each leg,
making final adjustments.  Rob felt his hands gliding smoothly over
him, feeling the warmth of his legs through the coolness of the
nylons.  The spandex panty portion of the pantyhose pressed firmly
against his body, with the lace tinkling his body.
     Rob looked as his hand closed the middle left drawer and
reopened the upper left drawer to retrieve a full pink slip,
trimmed with french lace.  Rob saw as his hands gathering the slip
up from the bottom.  His right arm guided itself through one strap,
his left arm went through the other, then the slip was raised over
his head and released.  His vision was temporarily blocked as the
slip fell over his face to his chest, then slowly sliding down his
body, around his hips and over his smooth derriere, the lace
trimmed hem stopping to his mid-thigh level.  The slip felt flimsy
to Rob.  It gently cupped his bra and felt slippery against his
pantyhose.  The lace tickled his thighs and the exposed cleavage of
his breasts.
     He saw his hand close the dresser drawer and his body walked
to the closet door.  Rob felt Jamie adding a swing to his hips and
felt the slip he was wearing brush against his legs.  He felt the
slipperiness of silk on silk as the slip rubbed against his
derriere, hips and breasts.  He could feel the plush carpet tickle
his stocking feet.
     His hand pushed open the closet door to reveal a myriad of
dresses, skirts and suits.  His eyes carefully scanned each dress,
his hands feeling the smoothness of each delicate fabric until his
hand pick up a hanger holding a floral, knee-length, silk sundress. 
While holding the hanger with one hand, the other worked the zipper
down and removed the dress from the hanger.  His hands held the
back of the dress open as his left leg stepped into the skirt
portion, followed by his right.  Rob felt the dress being lifted up
around him, then each of his hands feeling for a sleeve of the
dress till his arms were through.  His hands moved in back,
locating the zipper.  As the zipper moved up his back, he felt the
dress enclosing around him.  Through his long fingernails, he could
feel a clasp at the top of the zipper being closed, as if sealing
him this dress for eternity.
     His body walked in front of a full length mirror mounted on
the closet door.  Jamie spun him around on his legs just like a
model, forcing Rob to look at his new clothes.  The sundress was
decorated with violet, lavender, and purple flowers with touches of
pink and yellow flowers mixed in.  The dress had short, loose
sleeves gathered at his elbows.  It was cut, exposing his shoulders
and showing more than a hint of his cleavage.  The bodice of the
dress was tailored tight, hugging his breasts and tapering inward
to his waist, then expanding outward again at his hips,
accentuating his female form.  The skirt part flowed away, ending
at just above the knee.
     His body again moved to the closet, where his hands selected
a pair of lavender-colored, kid-skinned high heel pumps.  Rob
noticed the inside of the pumps were lined with what looked like
silver foil.  He could see a faint impression of his sisters toes
worn into the foil.  His left knee bent, raising his foot and he
felt his toes brush over the edge of the pump, sliding inside, his
toes and feet bending and arching to the shape of the pump until
the heel of his stocking foot slid into the heel of the pump.  His
right foot slid into the other pump.  He felt his toes being
slightly compressed as they slid further into the toe part of the
pumps under the weight of his body.  His felt like his feet were at
an odd angle, barely balanced on the delicate heel portion of the
pumps as he stood up and minced to the full-length mirror.
     Jamie again modeled Rob's body for him as Rob saw his feet
encased in nylon and trapped in those delicate high heel pumps. 
The pumps gave the calves of his legs a graceful, feminine shape
enhanced by the translucent outline the pantyhose gave his legs.
     Now Jamie moved Rob's body to the make-up table.  His hand
pulled the chair out, and Rob's body sat, his hand simultaneously
guiding the loose folds of his dress underneath him.  He saw his
left leg lift up, sliding over his right leg, just the way a woman
naturally crosses her legs.  His felt his derriere slip slightly in
his dress.  His eyes then turned to the mirror and Rob felt Jamie
examining his face through his own eyes.  His hand reached up and
his fingers, long-pink nails and all, lightly caressed his chin and
cheek.  Although he was fifteen, Rob had almost no facial hair at
all, just a slight peach fuzz.  Jamie moved Rob's eyes to the make-
up on the table and spying a light shade of liquid facial covering,
began dabbing it on parts of Rob's face.  His hand retrieved a
make-up sponge and began blending the covering into his skin all
over his face.  His face felt kind of wet.  Next, his hand picked
up a medium-sized brush and opened a compact containing rouge.  His
hand dabbed the brush into the rouge and began to lightly powder
his cheek-bones with the brush motioning downward from the ends of
his ears.
     His hands began moving expertly to other items on the table as
his masculine features methodically vanished.  His right hand
picked up a weird-looking pincer-like devise made of metal wires. 
It opened and closed like scissors, clamping down on his eyelashes,
making them curl upward - an eyelash curler!  Next, his finger
grasped tweezers and began to pluck his eyebrows.  He felt sharp,
needle-like pains and tears well up in his eyes.  He imagined that
it hurt Jamie as much as it hurt him.  Rob saw in the mirror that
his eyebrows were shaped into graceful arches over his eyes and
wondered how he would ever hide his girlish-looking eyebrows from
his friends.  Next, his hand took a liquid eyeliner pencil and
began to line the lids of his eyes.  The pencil felt wet as it
began drawing graceful, prominent lines on his upper lids and
smaller lines on his lower lids.  Next, eyeshadow was brushed on
his eyelids, a light shade blending into a darker shade on his
lower lid with a very light shade on his upper lid below his
eyebrow.  His hand pulled a mascara brush free of its tube and
began to dab mascara on his lashes, twisting the brush with each
stroke, his lashes becoming longer and fuller with each stroke. 
Rob's felt his eyelashes become wet and heavy, then stiff as the
mascara dried.  His hand found a lip liner pen.  Jamie made Rob's
mouth open, stretching his lips taunt over his teeth as Rob felt
his lips being outlined with the pen and slightly accentuating
them.  His hand picked up a lipstick tube, his fingers removing the
cap and twisting the base so the lipstick slowly popped up inches
away from his lips.  Rob felt his mouth being forces opened again
and felt a slick, oily sensation as the lipstick thoroughly coated
his lips.  The perfume scent of the lipstick reached his nose.
     His eyes slowly examined his face in the mirror.  Rob now knew
what it was like to be completely made up.  The style Jamie had
used was the "natural look" where the make-up accentuated his
feminine features.  Jamie made Rob's bat his long, full eyelashes
at himself.  His hand pulled a tissue out, folded it in half and he
pressed his painted lips to it, drawing off excess lipstick.  His
hand then took a big makeup brush, dabbing it in translucent
dusting power and brushed it all over his face, causing the make-up
to set.  Rob's hand then took a perfume atomizer and, much to his
humiliation, generously sprayed it on his neck, in his cleavage,
behind his knee, and on his ankle.
     Jamie did not feel that Rob was quite complete.  Spying a
needle on the table, she used Rob's hand to pick it up, dip it in
alcohol, then thrust it into each lobe of Rob's ears.  Examining
the jewelry, Rob's hand picked up white pearl earrings and fastened
them to each lobe.  Rob looked at himself in the mirror, horrified
at his image.  He thought he looked ridiculous.  Here he was, all
decked out, wearing his sister's make-up and clothes, looking the
image of her younger sister, except for his close-cropped haircut.
     He felt his legs uncross and he got up.  His body was guided
to his mom's door.  While he was walking, he was conscious of the
weight of his breasts shifting, bouncing up and down against the
bra that restraint them.  His hips moved back and forth, brushing
the slip and dress against his nylon-clad legs.  The feel of the
silk panties pressing up against his male member.  Rob felt the
coolness of the air through the pantyhose he was wearing.  His
calves and feet were fighting to maintain balance in his high heel
pumps as he walked.  The odd feeling in his fingertips from his
long nails and the sweet flowery fragrance of the makeup and
perfume he was now wearing threatened to overpower his senses.
     As he opened the door, he saw a scene similar to his sister's
room, a very feminine-style decor.  On a table two his right were
some wigs that his mom wore.  His body walked over, his hands
selecting a wig with shoulder length, wavy hair.  His fingers
inverted the wig, opening the wig cap lining then sliding the wig
over his head.  He felt the elasticized cap lining fit snugly to
his head.  His hand reached for a brush, and teased the hair into
place.  He strode over to a full length mirror and saw that he now
casted the reflection of a beautiful young lady.  Rob was shocked,
he could only recognized his own eyes, the rest of him looked like
a girl.  Rob immediately wanted to rip the clothes off, to wipe the
make-up off and get back into his own pants, but Jamie had other
intentions for his body!  The clothes, make-up and wig clung
tightly to his body, a constant reminder that he was completely
decked out as a girl, silently mocking him and he was powerless to
remove them.
     Jamie began to make Rob pose in the full length mirror, much
to his humiliation.  She pursed his painted lips erotically, arched
his back making his breasts more prominent and making his derriere
stick out.  The sunlight shining through his mom's window outlined
his legs through his dress.  Rob felt his right arm being lifted
over his head, his hand going behind his hair in a classic model's
pose.  He felt his hand tease his shoulder length hair up in the
air.  Both of his arms were forced to stretch upward and he pivoted
around on his lavender high heel pumps as a girlish giggle emerged
from his painted lips.
                  Scene XIX - Debutante
     Suddenly, Rob heard a noise from downstairs.  The garage door
was being opened!  Rob began to panic and tried to run away, but to
no avail:  Jamie was in control of his body.  Rob's thoughts hung
in immense shame as he imagined his mother and sisters
"discovering" him dressed from head to toe in Kim's clothes.  As if
in concert with Rob's thoughts, his body began to go downstairs,
some of his feminine garments clinging tightly to him and other
parts swishing loosely around.
     His heart skipped a beat as the door from the garage suddenly
loomed opened.  His mom and sisters stepped through, with his mom
saying, "Rob, were hooo..."  She stopped mid-sentence as she saw
what she barely recognized as her son wearing a dress and heels,
dressed to the hilt.  Her daughters were equally shocked.  Rob was
utterly humiliated as his eyes looked at the expression on his mom
and sisters, both slack-jawed and staring at him.  His body moved
to his mother saying in a girl's voice, "Rob isn't in control
anymore.  I'm Jamie and I've taken over for him."  Rob walked over
to Kim adding, "Kim, I hope you don't mind if Rob borrows this
dress and your underthings for a while.  Rob is going to have a
lady's night on the town, tonight."  Jamie made Rob's hand quickly
snatch the car keys that were still dangling in his shocked
mother's hand.  Rob's body stole past them into the garage, his
heels clicking on the garage floor.
     Rob's hand opened the door to the wagon, he slipped into the
driver's seat, started the car and backed out, watching his mother
collapse to the ground, his sisters trying to revive her.  Rob's
mind frantically echoed Jamie's words, "A lady's night on the
town...tell me it doesn't mean what I think it means," as the wagon
sped off.
                  Scene XX - Escape
     Jamie couldn't believe it, she finally escaped from that
cursed mansion.  She had to "borrow" a body to do it, namely Rob's
body.  It wasn't her original body, true, but the modification's
she made to it, and future ones that she planned would make her
feel complete.  She could sense Rob's presence in the recesses of
his mind that she commandeered, offering a weak, feeble resistance
to her actions.
     Rob's hand rolled down the window of the wagon as it sped down
the road, letting the wind blow inside, tugging at his shoulder
length hair, giving goosebumps to his legs, and stirring the loose
fabric of the sundress.  He felt the warmth of the sunlight on his
exposed shoulders and cleavage and through the nylons on his legs. 
A tavern was visible in the distance.
              Scene XX - Feminine Realization
     Rob's mom regained consciousness, "My goodness!  What has
happened to my son?"  Susan sarcastically replied, "Maybe what we
saw is the real Rob, coming out from the closet."  Kim added," I
don't believe this, not Rob.  I know he likes girls, but he's very
shy.  I know he would want to become one..."  Rob's mom
interrupted, "His voice and his gestures were so feminine.  It did
not sound like him at all!"  "I want to know how far gone he is,"
Susan said as she headed up to search his bedroom.
      Scene XXI - Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places
     The station wagon angled into the gravel parking lot, stopping
before an old, fallen telephone pole.  Rob's hand opened the door
to the wagon.  His legs twisted out of the seat and onto the gravel
of the parking lot.  He stood up out of the wagon, feeling his
dress fall into place around his legs.  Rob's mind was reeling, he
was going to be seen in public dressed-up as a girl!  He was like
a prisoner, being forced to obey Jamie's every command.  He stepped
up the wood porch, opened the screen door and stepped into the
dimly lit tavern.  It was half empty, still be daylight, many of
the regulars were still at work.  Rob saw all of the clientele were
males, many brawny-looking and as he walked inside, they all seemed
to pause their conversations to stare at him.  He felt self-
conscious, like their glare would see right through him, that he
was a male trapped in women's clothes, but Rob saw that most of the
stares reflected almost an animal-lust.  A few winked and grinned
at him as he slowly passed by and he felt the swish of his dress as
Jamie made him wag his hips seductively.  "Oh, no!" thought Rob,
"They must think that I'm a real girl, and I'm all decked out like
a sheep being led to the wolf's den."  Now Rob began to really
worry.
     He reached at table in the center of the dimly lit tavern as
quiet conversation resumed again.  A man rose nearby and held the
seat out for Rob.  Jamie spoke through Rob's mouth, "Thank you,
Sugar," and batted an eyelash at him.  "Call me Jim.  Can I buy you
a drink?"  Jim said as he sat down beside Rob, "Tom Collins,
please," Rob spoke. "Let's make that two," Jim gestured to the
bartender.  "You must be new in these parts," Jim winked at him. 
Rob sickened as he felt a hand on his knee.  "Why yes, Sugar, I
am," Jamie made Rob beam coyishly.  Rob thought, "No...she's making
me come onto this man."  Rob almost jumped as the Jim's hand began
sliding up his thigh.  It was a weird experience for Rob, not used
to playing the female role in this flirting game.  Rob began to
think that this guy's hand is getting too close to my male
appendage.  What if his discovers...
           Scene XXII - Pieces of a Puzzle
     Susan opened to door to Rob's room, expecting to find a hidden
cachet of women's clothes and perhaps a diary revealing his secret
desires to be a girl.  Some papers hastily scattered across his
desk caught her eyes.
           Scene XXIIV - What Dresses Like a Girl, Acts Like
                   a Girl, but is Not a Girl
     ...Evidently, Jamie began thinking the same thing as she tried
to pull in Rob's appendage in the same manner that she used to
force Rob's body to sprout breasts, girlish hips and a round
derriere.  Rob felt a small, warm, tingly sensation in his
privates.  The sensation grew as he felt his privates slowly being
pulled inside him.  Rob felt his legs being crossed to thwart any
further exploration of Jim's hand until the process could be
complete.  Rob was bewildered, feeling the last ultimate vestige of
his manhood, slowly being sucked up inside of him.  But, strangely,
the process stopped before it was complete.  Completing the process
appeared to be too exhausting for Jamie.
     Distracted by this aborted process, Rob felt Jim's lips press
against his painted lips.  Jamie was caught unawares to, making
Rob's mouth gape open, allowing Jim's tongue to probe inside Rob's
mouth.  Simultaneously, Jim move his other hand to Rob's left
breast, squeezing it and caressing it through his dress.  Rob's
conscious cringed in absolute disgust.  He could taste the flavors
of beer and tobacco that Jim had, mixed in with his lipstick as
they lip-locked.  Then Rob felt Jim's hand reach his privates and
felt Jim's body stiffen with absolute revulsion.
     Jim's hands immediately withdrew.  Rob saw Jim's right hand
reach above him and he felt his wig being ripped off of his head. 
He felt a hand on his face slap him to the ground.  Rob heard Jim
shouting at him, "You're a F...en transvestite!  Get out of here! 
I'll kill you..."  Rob tried to brace for expected blows from Jim,
but none came.  His friends had restrained him.  The bartender
spoke to Rob, "We don't welcome your kind in this bar, now move!" 
Rob felt totally naked and sick to his stomach.  He felt Jamie move
his hands to frantically retrieve the wig, as if she had been the
one who was exposed.  He felt the wig cap being stretched over his
head again and the hair being hastily rearranged as Jamie moved his
body up off the floor of the tavern and outside to the wagon.
           Scene XXIV - A Piece Fits the Puzzle
"What is this?" thought Susan as she read further, "Mom! Come in
here..."
           Scene XXV - Down, But Not Defeated
     Rob felt tears streak down his eyes and saw the mascara
coating his lashes begin to run as he drove home: Jamie was crying! 
Rob felt his voice speak as Jamie talked to herself, "I'm a woman
inside, but I must be a complete woman once and for all.  Sorry,
Rob, but I'm going to have to get you a sex change operation.  Then
I'll finally be complete.  I'll have to borrow some money from your
dear mommy, Rob."
              Scene XXVI - The Homecoming
     The mansion looked deserted from the outside in the fading
daylight.  The lights were off and all was quiet, except for the
chirping noises of a few crickets.  Rob parked the wagon in front
of the house and got out.  He heard the "crunch, crunch" noise of
his high heels on the gravel driveway change to the delicate
"click, click" noise of his pumps on the front doorstep.  His hand
reached for the door latch and it was unlocked.  The foyer was dark
as his body moved inside.
     Suddenly,  candles lit up from three directions illuminating
the room.  His body froze, Jamie was caught by surprise.  The dim
candlelight illuminated the outline of a pentagram chalked beneath
Rob's high heeled feet.  Rob heard his mom's voice and the voices
of his sisters chanting a strange incantation.
    His body began to tremble uncontrollable.  He heard his voice,
first a female's voice, shouting, "No.  NO!  I'm not through with
this body yet.  I need to be free of this house!"  The chanting
continued, relentlessly.  His voice cracked, growing deeper, "NO!
NO! Stop! It's not fair!  His body is mine, now!  NO!  NOOOooooo!" 
Rob felt the voice change to his voice.
     Rob's mom and sisters starred in amazement as they saw a
glowing entity begin to emerge from Rob's body.  The entity took
the form of a young lady.  The entity stared directly at Rob's mom,
sending a piercing chill down her spine.  The entity gave a bone-
chilled scream, and shot through the ceiling of the mansion.
    Rob felt a lightness about him, like something was lifted from
him, and he collapsed to the ground.
              Scene XXVII - All's Well
     Rob heard a voice in the distant, "Rob, you're going to be
O.K. now."  Rob recognized his mom's voice, and slowly opened his
eyes.  Rob thought, "Was it a dream, a bad dream."  His vision
focused and he saw his mom and sisters staring down at him.  He was
laying down on the couch, wrapped up in a warm blanket.  His mom
spoke, "Everything's fine now.  Susan found your notes from that
book on exorcising ghosts.  I remembered that young girl killed in
the auto-accident and put two and two together.  Now she's gone." 
But Rob retorted, "No, mom!  What if she comes back."  Susan spoke,
"Rob, according to your book, the exorcism that we performed drives
the spirit out of the house, returning it back to the path it was
supposed to follow."  Rob felt relieved, that everything was going
to be fine.  Susan continued, "There is still one small problem,
Rob, er, shall I say Robbie."  Susan pulled the blanket off Rob and
Rob saw to his horror that he still had cleavage.  His hands felt
his chest:  he still had breasts!  His hands ran down his sides: 
he still had wide hips!  The changes were permanent!  He was still
in the sundress that Jamie had forced him to wear.
     Rob pulled his hands to his face, his long fingernails still
painted a bright pink color.  His body shook as he started to sob. 
His mom tried to comfort him, "There, there, Robbie.  We still love
you.  We'll take care of you."  Kim added, "I can share my clothes
with you now.  I'll show you how to do your own make-up and style
your hair."  Susan spoke, "Now, now.  Being a woman isn't so
bad..."
                             THE END
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