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Altered Fates: Just passing through
by Morpheus
Contact the author at morpheus@phuze.com
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After Faith, I decided to do something more with the medallion, showing how it passes from one person to another, in 3 short tales. I was in a rather dark mood as I wrote this one, so you've been warned.
Mother Catherine looked down her elderly nose towards the dirty old man sitting on the ground in front of her. Disgusting, she thought, that any human would let themselves sink down to such a state. To live homeless and in such misery. Though it was her duty to help these unfortunate people, she always felt that it was their own faults that they ended in such conditions. They were too lazy to work, and were probably sinners punished by God.
The homeless man twisted under her heavy scrutiny, even has she handed him a blanket, sensing that she had little pity or care to waste on them. Catherine tended to make those around her nervous with her strong opinions, and her willingness to share them. Though she was a nun, she was the type that gave people nightmares years later, of their days back in Catholic School. People seeing her tended to flinch automatically, as if expecting the harsh and swift strike of a ruler across their hands.
Swiftly, Mother Catherine hurried back to the church, wanting to make sure that the nuns had everything cleaned and read as it should be for when the Bishop came through several days later. She knew that if given half a chance, they wouldn't put all their effort into their work, and would slack off. And no way was she going to allow that, even if she had to keep them up scrubbing all night.
As she walked in, she looked around, noticing that things weren't as clean as they should be. "Sister Christine" she demanded loudly, watching as the churches youngest nun came hurrying over to her.
"Yes Mother Catherine" Sister Christine said humbly.
"I see that you were wasting time outside again, when the church needs cleaning" Catherine stated authoritatively, "I've told you before, we need to keep the Lords house clean and spotless, especially with the Bishop coming"
"But Mother Catherine" Sister Christine protested, "I was giving food to the needy. Some of them need food or they'll die"
Annoyed at this presumptuous girl, who'd only joined them several weeks earlier and thought she could instruct her, Mother Catherine over what was the proper priorities, Catherine snapped at the young nun, "Since you are so fond of spending your hours helping those who won't help themselves, I want you to scrub these floors" She gestured at the stone floors, "and ensure everything is spotless. I will check on your work in the morning, to see if it is satisfactory" With that, Mother Catherine turned around, walking off, knowing that it would take the girl almost all night to get the work done. After all, she should have been doing that all day in the first place, not wasting her efforts on the streets.
Mother Catherine carefully examined every niche and cranny, ensuring that indeed everything was clean. Smiling, she went to tell Sister Christine that she'd done an acceptable job. Not finding the girl, Catherine asked about her.
Father Atkins said, "Oh, she was working till the early hours, and finally retired for some sleep after finishing" obviously displeased with Mother Catherine's disciplinary choices, but feeling that it wasn't his place to question her over those nuns under authority.
"Hrumph" Mother Catherine snorted, storming towards the quarters. "That lazy girl" she muttered to herself, opening wide the door to Sister Christine's room, finding the lazy girl still in bed. "Wake up" she demanded, seeing Sister Christine open her eyes immediately, looking completely exhausted. "Get out and help with the chores" She demanded of the young girl, deciding that she might have the girl doing more cleaning again this evening since she was so slow to do her proper chores.
As she was turning around and walking out, she didn't notice the small medallion fall from the table's edge, onto the floor. As she stepped on it, hurrying out, it caught on her right shoe, and was dragged behind her.
Going into the kitchen, seeing that everything was being cleaned up, she smiled, thinking that the lazy girl obviously wasn't dedicated enough to the Lord, and deserved missing out on her breakfast. Carefully, she looked over the kitchen floor, seeing that it was swept clean, then happening to notice something around her ankle.
Bending over, she saw that it was some sort of medallion. Carefully, she picked it up, seeing that there was some sort of angel engraved on it. "Cheap junk" she snorted, slipping it into her belt for the moment, then forgetting about it as she saw Sister Mary Kate spill water all over floor.
At lunch, Mother Catherine went out to hand sandwiches out to the homeless, once again annoyed at having to waste time and food for those who were too lazy to do for themselves. However, she thought, it was her duty as a Christian to help those less fortunate then herself, and all these people were indeed unfortunate.
Bending over to hand a little boy a sandwich, trying to be quick so that she could get back to the church, she heard a clank, and looked down, startled to see the medallion. She'd forgotten all about it. Picking it up, she slipped it over her neck so that she wouldn't lose it again, then hurried on along her route.
Mother Catherine snorted, seeing a whore, standing alongside the road, brazenly flaunting her goods. How dare she, Catherine thought, disgusted that such people even lived on the same block as decent God fearing people.
"What are you looking at, penguin?" The hooker called over to her in a taunting voice, "Want me to show you how its done?"
"Quiet, you brazen hussy" Catherine snapped, angry at this woman for daring to talk to her like that.
"You don't know what you're missing" the hooker called to her, dirty lear on her face. Furious, Mother Catherine stormed up to the hooker, who laughed, then pulled something out of her purse, throwing it at Catherine. Catherine was too startled to dodge it, then looked down in disgust, seeing a bright red, frilly bra. She stared at it for a second, then turned back to the hooker, who was walking off, laughing.
Disgusted, Mother Catherine stormed off in the other direction. As she was walking, she felt funny somehow. She stopped, looking down at her hands, and gasped in surprise. They looked younger. Not just years younger, but decades younger. She stared at them amazed at they seemed to keep changing before her eyes, the nails even growing out longer.
It was then that she realized that her whole body felt different. All tingly. Her small breasts were at least twice their normal size, and as she grabbed hold of the, they seemed to still be growing, and getting firmer.
Horrified, she ducked into an alley, hoping that no one would notice her. She felt grotesque as her chest kept growing, pushing out more and more. Putting her hands to her face in shock, she found that she didn't feel any wrinkles there. Her skin felt smooth.
Confused, she stepped behind a trash dumpster, where no one could see her. Then she pulled her habit off, since it was too tight anyway in the chest. She stared in amazement, seeing that her whole body was younger. And more than that. She had large breasts, and a full figure, which she'd never had before in her life, even when she was young and in her prime.
Stunned, never having expected to have any such thing, she thanked God for the miracle, and started holding her breasts, amazed at the feelings they were giving her. She'd never felt anything like that. She found herself rubbing them, realizing that what she was doing was wrong, but not really caring. It felt too good.
Soon her hands were going between her legs, and she found herself moaning with pleasure, then writhing as her body spasmed in orgasm. She laid there gasping, unable to believe how good that felt. She loved it, and wanted more.
"Hey good looking" someone said, and she turned around, incredibly embarrassed, seeing some guy in his late teens or early twenties. Where just an hour before, she would have thought of him as a kid, now he looked a little mature. She gasped, feeling her body responding to his presence. Before she realized it, she was in a tight embrace with him, with him struggling with his pants.
"What am I doing?" She asked herself shocked, but not really caring too much, wanting more of that pleasure. She'd never felt anything like that. And for the first time in her life, she lost her virginity.
Two days later, Kitty found herself on a street corner, hating what she was doing, but unable to help herself. She was insatiable, and couldn't get enough men to satisfy her. To finish off her old life, she threw her old clothes, and even that stupid medallion into the dumpster, surprised when the guy had tossed her some money. As she looked at several young nuns walking past, she had mixed feelings, then smirked, thinking "They don't know what they're missing"
George Greggor peered into the dumpster, looking to see if there was anything worthwhile before he dumped it into his garbage truck. He never knew just what people would throw away, and he couldn't remember how many times he'd found useful things. Once he'd even found a working TV.
As he peered in, he ignored the familiar smell of stench, having long since grown used to it in his 15 years working as a garbage man. Something caught his eye, and he reached in, finding a pile of black cloth. He ignored the cloth, and pulled a small metal necklace from off the top of the clothes.
There was a crucifix next to it, which he put into his pocket, but the necklace, though even cheaper looking, somehow caught his eye. It looked as if it were bronze or something, and had a picture of someone on it, that looked like that person had wings. Maybe an angel or something he wondered to himself, slipping it over his head since his pockets were all full.
Scratching his balding head, he went back to work, ignoring the flies buzzing around.
As George was getting towards the end of his route, he was getting bored, and yawned. He looked around, seeing that he was real close to the all the nice houses. To where the rich people lived. He looked towards the mansions and nice houses, trying to image what it would be like to have money. Instead, all he had was himself, and whatever he could scrounge while on his route. And he made just enough to keep himself in that small grungy apartment he lived in.
Seeing the next dumpster, he stopped daydreaming, knowing that he needed to get back to work. Tired, he peered into the dumpster, pleasantly surprised to see some brightly colored cloth. It was a dress. A bright red dress, apparently a child's by its size. Something about it struck a chord in his memory, though he couldn't remember what it was.
He pulled the dress back a bit, hoping to find something good underneath it, but gasped in horror, seeing what had once been a human. The body had been badly gnawed on by rats, and was completely unrecognizable. Horrified, he jumped back, slipping and falling onto his back, the dress falling on top of him. He was too shocked to notice the slight tingle run through his body.
George just sat on the ground, gasping for breath, trying to force himself to stay calm. It hadn't been the first time that he'd found some body, conveniently disposed of in a dumpster, but it had been the first one he'd seen in such horrible condition, and obviously that of a child.
For a long time, he just sat there, then finally made himself stand up, almost tripping love his own pant legs. "What the hell?" he said, startled. His pant legs were too long. Then he realized that his whole jumpsuit was too large for him, hanging on his frame. He stared down at his smaller hands in horror, not seeing the pudgy fingers he was so accustomed to seeing. He felt himself still shrinking, getting smaller and smaller. "My God, I'm shrinking" he cried out, startled to hear his voice sounding different. Higher pitched, like a little kids.
Finally, he seemed to stop shrinking, and his clothes were far too large for him. With great effort, he managed to get the front unzipped a little, and squirm out of his jumpsuit and all the other clothes that he'd also outgrown. Finally, he squeezed out, horrified at how small he was. He couldn't be even half his normal height.
Looking at his small hands, he realized that somehow, he'd been turned into child again. Into a little kid. Stunned at what this meant, he started examining his body, only to discover his penis was gone. In its place was a little slit. Somehow, he'd not only gotten younger, turned into a kid again, but turned into a little girl as well.
George looked around, feeling so small and helpless. So weak, and especially helpless without any clothes on. Looking at the little dress and little girls clothes with disgust, he reluctantly put them on, knowing that they were the only thing he had to wear. Finally dressed up, he fell to the ground, scared beyond belief. Scared, helpless and confused. He started crying into his hands, and was still crying when the police found him some time later.
As George was brought into a large, incredibly expensive mansion, he remembered where he knew that dress from. It was in that picture that they'd been passing around for the last few weeks. The one of that little girl who'd gone missing, and who's parents were millionaires. Oddly enough, he felt extremely comforted when the strange lady hugged him tightly to her, saying "Oh, my poor Brandy". He found himself hugging her back, for some reason, feeling protected by her, and no longer confused.
Sadly, he realized where the real Brandy was at, but knew that no one would ever believe him if he told them. Surrounded with the love of two desperate parents, George smiled, enjoying the comfort and emotions he'd been so long without. Maybe being their little girl would be the best for him as well.
Artie Cohen smirked at the cop behind the desk. What could that fat slob to do him. He was still a juvenile, and they didn't have much evidence that he'd broken into that store. Artie laughed at the cops disgust as he realized this too.
Another cop walked in, putting something down on the desk, in front of the fat cop. "Here's a few things that were found with that missing girl. Wanna put them where they belong?"
"Sure" The fat cop muttered, staring at the computer screen. Artie glanced at the cop, then down at the stuff on the table. It was just some smelly, dirty clothes, and some kind of metal necklace. Artie smiled to himself. That would be great he decided, thinking about how cool it would be to steal something right out of the police station. He'd be the envy of his friends.
When he was sure the cop wasn't watching him, he carefully slipped the medallion off the desk, and into his back pocket. He looked around, afraid for a moment that someone else had seen him, but felt relief when no one said anything, or gave any signs of seeing.
"All right" the cop said to him, "You're free to go. You're Dad will be here in a few minutes to pick you up" Artie smiled in triumph, not saying anything, smug in his knowledge that he outsmarted the cops yet again.
After Artie had gotten home, his Dad had grounded him, but he just laughed, slipping out of the apartment. Stupid drunk, he thought to himself, knowing that his Dad would be too drunk to do anything, or even care, in just a short while.
Hurrying outside, he slipped his prize around his neck, unable to wait to show it off to his friends. He held it up, looking at it briefly, disappointed. He'd thought it looked more expensive when he'd taken it, but still, it would make an awesome souvenir.
"Hey Buzz" he called over to his friend, walking up to him, "Look what I got" He held his new medallion up for his friend to see. Buzz wasn't impressed.
"Heard you got nabbed by the cops, man" Buzz said, still slightly stoned.
"Yeah, but they didn't have anything on me" Artie smirked, holding the medallion up again, "and I stole this right out from under their noses too" making Buzz start laughing.
"So, watcha wanna do?" Buzz asked lazily.
Artie smirked. "Lets go bust some windows" Buzz readily agreed, so they hurried over to Old Man Starkey's market, just bursting with anticipation. That old fart had screwed with them too often, and they were just looking forward to a little payback.
Artie and Buzz ran away, laughing at the broken windows. Just as they'd gone a short distance they heard "Freeze" and stopped, startled to see a cop standing there in front of them, gun in hand. Artie smirked, looking at her. She was some patrol cop rookie he'd seen around. Definitely fuckable, he decided.
Artie jumped to the side starting to run again, but she jumped right at him, grabbing the medallion around his neck and pulling him down. Buzz used the distraction to run off, leaving Artie fuming that he was being left behind. And he'd just gotten out of jail too.
The cop held the gun at him, gesturing for Artie to get up. "You're under arrest.." She started saying, but Artie grabbed a rock by his feet, and turned around rapidly, hitting the cop in the face, knocking her backwards. He picked up the gun, and gestured with it, for her to go behind the store, where no one could see them. He smirked, thinking of the fun he was going to have with her.
Taking one of her handcuffs, he locked her to a chain link fence, ignoring her demands to be let go. He scratched at his chest, feeling kind of funny, but ignored it and started pulling his pants down. "WHAT THE?" He stared in shock at his dick. It was only half the size it usually was, and wouldn't get up.
The cop started laughing, and said something about little boys. Angrily, he smacked her, then looked at her again, smirking. "God, you're not nearly as good looking as I thought" She didn't look quite right.
Artie scratched at his chest again, and noticed that it felt sort of swollen. He squirmed in his clothes, feeling uncomfortable. As he looked over at the cop, he stopped, staring even harder. He knew it couldn't be his imagination. She was a brunette just a little bit ago, but now, she seemed to be turning paler, almost blonde. And her hair looked shorter. At this, he realized his own hair seemed to be longer, and reached behind grabbing it in shock.
He reached for his groin again, and found it was even smaller. "What the Hell?" He asked, getting very afraid. He didn't like this at all. Scratching at his chest again, he realized that it was definitely swollen. Staring down at them, he could swear that they looked like a small pair of tits. Like a woman's. "Shit" he said, staring at the cops, noticing that her chest seemed smaller, and her hair shorter. Then he noticed her face. It wasn't right either.
Horrified, he shifted his vision back and forth between that cop, and himself, seeing that they were both changing. She seemed to notice it too now, and was getting equally nervous. "What did you do to me you bastard?" She screamed at him, coming out in a odd tone.
As Artie stared at the cop, he realized that she was beginning to look familiar. With a dread, he realized that she was starting to look like the image he saw every morning in the mirror. Then that means, he realized, unable to finish that thought, only staring at his now slender, feminine fingers.
Quickly, Artie made the cop strip, taking off all of her clothes, making her furious at him, but unable to do otherwise with him holding the gun on her. He had to uncuff her for a moment so that she could get her uniform off, but he was careful, so she didn't surprise him. When she was locked up again, he took off his own clothes, which no longer fit him right.
Finally, the changes stopped, and he stared down at his crotch in horror, seeing that he had a pussy. And these tits. He cringed, thinking "I don't want to be a bitch" The cop was equally horrified, but seemed to find it at least amusing that he wasn't't in any position to rape her anymore. Artie gritted his teeth, trying to decide what to do.
His eyes landed on the medallion, and he wondered if this was what caused this all to happen. Unsure, he touched it to her, while still wearing it. Nothing happened. He concentrated on it, wishing to turn back to normal. Again, nothing. "Shit" he muttered, realizing that it couldn't be the medallion. But he didn't know what else it could be.
Artie froze, hearing police sirens just a short ways away, while the cop smiled up at him. He glared at her, "Shut up" he demanded, surprised at the woman's voice coming out of his mouth. He couldn't believe this. Somehow, he was stuck looking like this cop, and he didn't think he could change back. He didn't know what even caused it.
Looking down at the cop, he smiled, beginning to have an idea.
Artie smiled, satisfied that his uniform was on straight and that he looked like a professional cop. He smirked over at the cop, watching him horrified from a short distance away, now dressed in his clothes, hands cuffed behind her back, and bleeding from the mouth. He chuckled, remembering how she cried out as he broke her jaw with a brick, just to make sure she wouldn't be talking for awhile.
Chuckling, Artie thought how funny it was. He was going to arrest and bring her in. As he gestured for her to move, he saw the tears in her eyes, making him laugh harder. He'd already told her that no one would believe her, thinking she was just some drugged out kid or something, and by the defeated look in her eyes, he knew he'd won.
He looked down, seeing the breasts and the cops uniform, thinking that it was really unfortunate that he'd turned into a chick, and that he'd gotten a few years older, but he consoled himself with the knowledge that now he was an adult. He could go into bars, and buy all the booze and cigarettes he wanted. And he was even a cop to boot.
Looking at the medallion, he tossed it as far as he could, realizing that it wouldn't be good to be caught with that stolen evidence on him. Leading his new prisoner towards the jail, Artie was ready to begin his new life.
The End.
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