Chapter #32Michelle go round by: imaj   You are woken up by a hammering at the door.
“Kim,” shouts Kim’s dad. “Are you remembering about your job?”
You mumble a half thought out response.
“Are you OK Kim, you sound a little odd. Open the door and let me in.”
Your eyes snap open and you sit bolt upright in bed. Your heavy breasts swing freely, unconstrained by any clothes. Wait, heavy breasts? Well of course, you think, me and Eva have a couple of he nicest pairs in school.
Now that’s definitely not one of your thoughts. It’s not a Kim thought either. Why would it be, you think, you’r eJessica Garner after all. And finally your realise your mistake.
You switch back to Kim , passing your hand across your face. Hopping out of bed, you stumble across to the door. You manage to haphazardly pull on a large baggy tee, the kind Kim sleeps in, and unlock the door.
“Good morning Dad,” you say sticking your head round the door. “I forgot to tell you that I got a new job working for a college professor. I don’t need to get up as early now.”
“All right,” he says, in that special tone that fathers use to mean that it is, in fact, not all right at all.
“It’s going to really help with my college admission,” you beam. “I can get him to phone you and let you know the details.”
“Sure Kim,” says Kim’s father. “I have to go to work now though. Maybe he can phone this evening. Can you make yourself breakfast?”
“Of course I can silly,” you admonish him. “I’m not a little girl anymore.”
Not that you ever were anyway. Breakfast is the least of your concerns for the day. As soon as he leaves, you call up Keith on Michelle’s mobile.
“Hello Keith,” you say playfully.
“Will is that you? Or Kim? Or whatever you call yourself these days,” he says angrily. Not that his anger mounts to much. He breathes deeply before continuing in Michelle’s voice. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been left hanging here.”
“I’ve been sorting out the mess you made,” you reply. No sense telling Keith it’s not his fault. “Jessica found the sigil on her sisters shoe.”
“Shit,” replies Keith. His voice is barely recognisable as a girl’s now, let alone that of Michelle. “Double shit.”
“We’ll have to cut Michelle loose now. Her amnesia over the last couple of days will muddy the waters a little,”
“How the fuck do we do that,” he says, panicking.
“Can you meet me at the mall in, oh say, two hours? And call the other Keith Tilley and tell him to come too.”
You end the call before Keith can reply and walk over to Kim’s laptop. Two hours should leave you enough time to give Morgana Hollis’ Facebook a once over before you leave.
*****
Michelle, or rather Keith, is lurking in one of the more expensive clothing shops at the mall. In a vain attempt to be discreet, he’s chose to dress his Michelle body in a hooded top. With the hood up and wearing the huge pair of sunglasses, he might as well be carrying a sign around saying ‘look at me’.
“Take those off,” you snap. “It’s the middle of Fall. Where’s the other Keith.”
Michelle fumbles the sunglasses off before nodding vaguely in one direction. The golem is keeping its head down and doing a much better job of looking incognito than the real thing.
“Get him over,” you say, grabbing one of Michelle’s hands and drawing a complicated looking sigil on it with a felt tip pen. You repeat the process with the golem after it ambles over. “Into the changing rooms, now”
“What, the ladies ones,” asks the Keith golem, terror stricken and showing that he actually does possess some common sense despite all evidence to the contrary.
“Yes, don’t worry about being seen. It’s taken care of.”
The three of you traipse to the changing rooms. The Keith golem looks amazed as a shop worker starts to walk over, gets within a couple of metres and then thinks better of it and walks off in another direction.
“Simple fear spell,” you explain, pointing to the sticker attached to the door frame. “They don’t want to go near, they don’t want to think about going near. And they’ll blank out about anyone else going near. What I drew on your hand makes you immune.”
The changing rooms are unsurprisingly empty. You instruct the Keith golem to go in a booth and undress. It looks at its master pleadingly for a moment, but Michelle mere nods in agreement. She then enters the next booth and does the same herself. When the golem passes out its clothes, you pass them on. Within a few moments the real Keith exits his booth with a mask in one hand and a Michelle’s clothes in the other.
“Now what,” he asks.
“Watch,” you say enigmatically, drawing back the curtain to the golem’s booth.
You rip of the golem’s mask to reveal the real Michelle, lowering her onto the small bench set in one wall of the booth. Before she has a chance to come round, you take a pinch of knockout powder out of your bag and blow it into her face. Carefully, you take hold of her by the hair and sharply knock her head against the wall.
“Was that necessary,” asks Keith.
“A bump on the head makes her amnesia more believable,” you explain. “Now help me get he clothes on and we can get out of here.”
“And then,” asks Keith, struggling to put Michelle’s bra on her recumbent form.
“And then you go home,” you explain. “Enjoy the afternoon, whatever. You get yourself to Blackwell’s in the evening.”
“Why,” he asks, finally clipping the bra on properly.
You pull the anima band with Keith’s anima stored on it out you bag and wave it at him.
“To pick up your new face. And no complaining this time.”
“I wasn’t going to complain,” complains Keith.
“Yes you were,” you reply exasperatedly.
“How can you tell?”
“You opened your mouth.”
“Fuck you,” he exclaims.
“You wish,” you reply sarcastically. “At least you don’t have to spend the day running about the town looking for it.”
It is going to be difficult. Your web search earlier has given you a few leads to chase, but you might not be lucky enough to find Morgana before the evening.
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