From: "Charles Emig" Date: Sat, 22 Feb 1997 00:18:22 +0000 Subject: SRU - Sweet Revenge Forgive me if this story seem amateurish, because I really am an amateur. This is only my second posting to this list, even though I've been lurking for a looooooong time. My only other post was a story which I may continue some day. Anyway, this story has been floating around in my head for a couple of weeks. I was hoping it would go away, but it just wouldn't. So, without further ado... -------------------------- SRU - Sweet Revenge by Charles Emig (By the way, let me know if this title is already taken) The old man looked at the paper that mall security had slipped under the shop door. It didn't happen too often, but sometimes shoplifters managed to steal from enough stores that the mall owners got a little edgy about the store owners deciding to relocate to a better location. The kids must have stolen a lot to have the whole mall alerted. The old man just sighed and crumpled up the paper into a ball. He made a very agile hook shot into the waste basket at the end of the counter, despite his age. The ball of paper fell into the basket followed by a brief burst of flame. "That incinerator basket sure is convenient, but I do miss the paper shreader. I wonder where Nathan wondered off to anyway," the old man said to himself. The tinkle of the bell brought the old man out of his pondering. He wasn't at all surprised to see three boys of about 14 years walk in the door like they owned the place. "Can I help you with something?" the old man asked, purposely not using any names. If the boys suspected that he knew that they were planning on shoplifting, it would just ruin his fun. "Nah. We just saw your store and thought that we would look around," the boy that appeared to be the leader said. "Well, feel free to look around. I'll be in the back. If you see anything you like, just give me a yell," the old man said as he walked into the storeroom in the back of the shop. He had a good bit of cleaning to do after that nightmare of an inventory. "This place is stupid. There's nothing here worth taking," Bill said to the others. "I don't know. This pack of candy looks OK, but what's the deal with the name?" Jim replied. "Well take it and lets get out of here. That old guy gives me the creeps," the other said. The old man heard the bell ring from the storeroom. He could hardly wait to see how that spelled candy worked. He had just ordered it before inventory. Seeing that the candy was the only thing missing, the old man left out a maniacal little giggle. Later at Bill's house. "That place was a waste. All we got was a stupid bag of no-name candy," Bill said. "Bill, I don't know if I want to keep stealing things. I mean, well, sooner or later we're gonna' get caught," said Jim. "What's the matter? Are you chicken or something? We're kids. The worst the cops can do to us is put us in Juvenile for a couple of months." "Well, OK, I get your point. Lets see if this candy is any good. It looks like some knockoff of M&M's," Jim said as he tore the bag open. The candy spilled into his open hand. "Hey, what's the deal? Couldn't they afford any more than three colors, or did I swipe Halloween leftovers?" he said when he saw that the only three colors were yellow, black, and red. "I get the red ones. You guys can fight over the others," he said as he put a handful of red ones in his mouth. The other two fought over the others, dropping most of them on the floor. Bill managed to get some of the yellow ones, and Ted got some of the black. The conversation continued until Bill noticed that Jim's hair was slowly changing from brown to red. That wasn't the only change. Jim's face looked lighter and smoother, almost like a girl's. As Jim realized that something was going on, he put a hand to his face, but it wasn't the hand that he was familiar with. It was smaller and more delicate and had long nails to boot. He let out a gasp that was a lot higher pitched than it should have been. He felt a tickle at his neck. When he reached back to see what it was, he found that he now had shoulder length red hair. The tingle moved to his chest, and his eyes instinctively moved just in time to see two teenage breasts sprout from his body, pushing out gently on the fabric of his T-shirt. The tingle moved downward to his waist. His jeans suddenly got loose around his waist, but his hips grew outward to push his jeans to near the breaking point. After an instant of flaring pain in his groin, the tingling stopped. Jim just now noticed that his friends were undergoing a similar change. Bill, or at least who Jim thought was Bill, now had almost waist length blonde hair and by the looks of the bulges in his shirt, he had more than ample sized breasts. Ted didn't fare any better than his friends. Ted now had short raven colored hair. His muscle shirt now hung loosely on him everywhere but his chest. Suddenly, the world seemed to blur, and all three girls passed out. The sound of the clock radio woke the three girls the next day. Jamie was so glad that Billi had invited her and Teddie over for a slumber party. Jamie took her pillow and woke the others by hitting them over the head with it. "Come on girls. It's Saturday and you know what that means...Shopping!!!!" Jamie shouted. Back at the mall, the old man laughed. Those T&A's had worked perfectly. Now if only he could find Nathan, the day would be a complete success. -- Charles Emig (cle124@psu.edu) P.S. Please excuse any wrong words. I used a spell checker, but since its dictionary didn't even include the word "mall", I don't know how reliable it is. Thanks for understanding.