Michael

Michael arrived in the small town of Wika just one week ago; he had spent that time trying to get settled into his new place. It was small, only including a closet sized bedroom, a bathroom with only a stand-up shower with toilet, and a living area containing a travel fridge, sink and a two burner stove top.

The lady he was renting from had promised to let him use the few furniture items present and even produced on old television for him to use.

All in all, the place wasn’t bad, just small; Mrs. Johnson, or rather Aunt Jenny as she preferred to be called, had kept the tiny add-on well kept. It was clean and everything worked.

Michael had just finished putting away the house hold items he bought, at the one and only thrift store in town, when he heard Aunt Jenny knocking at the door.

“Hi Mrs. Joh...erm…I mean Aunt Jenny, thanks again for everything you’ve done, I really appreciate it.” He said with a warm smile, as he opened the door to let her in.

“It’s my pleasure.” She replied walking in, carrying a plate with a sandwich in one hand and a pulling a coke from her apron pocket. “Here” She presented, “I thought you might be hungry so I made you lunch.”

“Ahh…that’s so nice of you, but you really shouldn’t spoil me like this.” Michael said taking the gift from her, his stomach growling at the site.

“”Hehe, I like doing things like this for people.” Her smile widened.

Michael and Aunt Jenny bantered while he ate, stopping only after he noticed through the window, the loveliest women he had ever seen.

“Who’s that?” he asked, motioning toward the pretty girl.

“That’s Heather.” She replied, a small look of worry showing in her eyes. “I know she’s pretty but please be careful, I’ve lived here a long time, and I can tell you, there’s something strange about that one.”

Michael watched as Heather gathered groceries from her car. She was beautiful and graceful, her every movement made her look as if putting on a performance for an invisible crowd.

The sound of Aunt Jenny’s voice seemed far away as he walked to the window to get a better view, “She stunning.” He said under his breath, moving the curtain with one hand.

Those words were barely out of his mouth when he watched as Heather stopped what she was doing and turned her head in his direction. He could feel her eyes on him, looking into him; he felt a yearning for her and was surprised as she mouthed the words, “Thank you.”

Michael was pulled from his trance by the feeling of Aunt Jenny grabbing his arm, “Michael…Michael are you alright?” he heard her ask.

“Umm…Yes, yes, I’m sorry,” he stuttered, “I…I was just.”

“It’s quite alright,” Aunt Jenny retorted, “I was young once.” She smiled, the same look of caution in her eyes, “Just remember what I said, and be careful.”

“I will ma’am,” he said showing her to the door. “Thank you again for everything, and please feel free to visit with more food anytime.” He said jokingly and closed the door.

After saying his good-byes, Michael hurried back to the window, hoping to catch another glimpse of his new neighbor, but it was too late, she was gone.
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Michael spent the next three days trying to get another glance at the young woman across the way, but had no luck. He battled with the idea of just walking over and knocking on her door to introduce himself.

“She probably has a boyfriend,” he thought, and decided to give up his pursuit.

Just as he was about to close the curtain and walk away, he caught a glimpse of her walking to her car. She headed straight to her trunk and opened it. He watched as she lost her struggle to retrieve a heavy yellow bag from inside it.

“This was his chance,” he thought excitedly, “He could walk outside, ask if she needed help, and be her hero; what better way to meet her,” he reasoned.

Hurrying out the door he tried to calm down and act cool; pretending to walk down to the mailbox. Reaching the end of the road he cleared his throat and prepared to ask if she needed help when he heard her speak to him.

“Sir,” she said her voice flowing like a melody, “Could you help me please, I just can’t get this bag out, no matter how hard I try.”

“Ah…ah…umm” Michael stuttered, his “cool” facade crumbling. “Erm...Yes...Yes ill help,” he finally managed to get out.

Heather giggled softly as she watched him trip over his own feet, brush himself off, and then try, with little success, to walk confidently towards her.

“I’m Heather,” she stated, holding her hand out. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

Michael attempted to clear his throat, “Michael, I’m Michael,” he said taking her hand and shaking, “Yes good to meet you too.”

Michael’s face was red, he couldn’t believe how he was acting; in his mind he was trying to portray a sexy, cock-sure lover boy, but what was coming out, oh God, what was coming out was a total tool.

Heather tried her best not to show she noticed his nervousness, and only smiled and pointed to the bag, “If you could grab that and follow me, I’ll show you where you can put it.”

Michael grabbed the bag with both hands and pulled hard expecting the package to try his strength, but instead he fell back on his bottom, the weight being far less than he expected.

He started to get angry, then hearing a soft giggle from Heather, looked up and smiled. “Guess I don’t know my own strength,” he said clearly, his first time not stuttering to talk to her.

“It’s my fault,” she said softly, “I should of told you it wasn’t really that heavy, I’m kinda embarrassed to say, but I just really wanted to meet you, can you forgive me?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Forgive…Meet me” he stammered. “Why would you want to meet me?” he finished, brushing himself off for the second time.

Heather’s own excitement was starting to show, she had waited so long to find someone, anyone she could read like Michael. Her heart had always felt like there was a hole it in, and yearned daily for it to be filled. She thought that day would never come.

Then it happened, three days ago after getting home with her shopping she had the strange feeling of being watched, no, watched wasn’t quite the right word, more of the feeling of something brushing against her soul. Looking around, she spotted a young man peering at her through a small window, then she felt his words call her stunning.

She remembered saying “thank you” then watched the boy turn away, she took that time to gather herself and hurry inside. Closing the door she dropped the groceries and leaned back against the door, tears of joy started to run down her cheeks, “finally, thank the Goddess,” she said excitedly, hurrying to find a tissue.

“Heather?” he said softly, breaking her reminiscing, “Why would you want to meet me?” he asked again.

Heather smiled brightly, “Come inside and I’ll tell ya.” She flirted, and hurried to open the door; Turning back towards Michael, “Well are you coming or are you going to make me sad.” She asked, again biting her lip.

Michael was standing like an idiot, his mouth open, not saying a thing. “She wants to meet me and wants me to go inside her house,” the idea was more then he hoped. He felt his legs move, almost on their own, and said, “Yes…Yes, I’m coming,” And followed her inside.

Heather showed him to the couch and they both sat down. She noticed how when he sat, he moved to give her plenty of space between them, heck, the only way he could of given her more room was if he sat on the arm.

They sat in silence for awhile, Heathers bright smile started to be replaced with one of worry, she had no idea where or how to start, if she jumped right into it, would it scare him away? Oh Goddess, she couldn’t bare that.

“You have a nice place.” Michael stated, breaking the silence.

“Thank you,” she replied, her mind still on the story she desperately wanted to tell. “I’m sure your place is nice too,” she added trying to stay off more of the uncomfortable quiet.

Michael laughed at that, “Thank you, but you haven’t been inside; your living room here is about as big as my entire apartment.”

Heather nodded, realizing how dumb her last statement was, “So you’re new in town, huh, planning on staying long.” She asked, still almost bursting to get to her tale.

“I’m not sure,” he answered. “I seem to be looking for something, I don’t know what, but I move to a town, get a job and make enough money to do it over and over again; I guess that sounds pretty stupid.”

“No… no it doesn’t at all,” she said moving closer to him on the couch. “Maybe you’re looking for a person,” she concluded, inching even closer.

“Maybe,” he said nervously, just noticing how close Heather had gotten.

Michael’s emotions were on a rollercoaster and he didn’t know why; he had sat and talked with many women throughout his journey to, “find something”, and never had he been so lost in ones presence; he wanted her to touch him, take him and never let go.

“I want that too”, Heather said reading his mind, and reached out and took his hand.

Heather sensed his fear at her reading his mind, “It’s ok, please calm down,” she soothed. “I need you to open your mind and relax, I’m going to get us some tea and when I come back I’m going to tell you everything.” She stood and walked into the kitchen.

Michael’s tension started to flow away as soon as Heather left the room. “Did she really just read my mind?” he wondered shaking his head. “Maybe he should get the heck out of there,” he thought, but made no move towards the door.

Thinking it over, he realized Heather was right; it had been a person he was looking for, this realization made him smile brightly, because he knew, Heather was her, and that his search was over.

Heather came back carrying a small silver platter with a ivory white tea set carefully arranged on it; placing it on the coffee table she looked up and saw Michael’s smile, he had finally calmed down and his mind was open again.

“You’re her aren’t you?” he asked meekly. “The thing…erm person I’ve been looking for.”

Heathers heart leapt, he was ready, “Yes,” she replied, “But to be honest, I’ve been searching for you too.”

“You read my mind earlier, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Heather answered again.

“How? I mean, I thought that kind of thing only happens in movies.”

Heather could tell he was as ready as he was going to be so she started, “I’m a witch, well kinda, I can use magic…erm well magic flows through me, or rather, I can direct it…shoot, let’s just say I’m a witch, it’ll be easier.”

Michael was speechless, here he was, sitting beside the loveliest women he had ever seen, the person he had spent years trying to find, and she was off her rocker.

“I am not,” Heather blurted, “It’s true.”

Michael jumped a bit at her outburst, and then realized she had done it again. “You really are good at guessing what I’m thinking.”

Heather let out a tiny giggle, “Guessing huh,” she smiled. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, cause it’s sure taking you a while to catch on.” She teased.

Michael feigned a hurt look then grinned, “Ok…ok, I believe you,” he admitted, “So you can read everyone’s mind, I bet that’s fun.”

“No…I mean yes, it’s fun being able to read your mind, but I can’t read everyone’s. The thing is, you’re special, well special for me. That’s why I fooled you earlier with the bag; I had to meet you.”

“Special for you?” Michael queried.

“Yes, you see, we…erm…witches, can search life time after life time for a person we can read…umm share our magic on…with. I know this is all a bit much but I swear its true, the only other person in the world I’ve found I could read at all was another witch, and I can’t read her mind, just kinda sense it. With you though, Michael please listen, if you would allow me, we can share so much.”

“I don’t really understand what you’re talking about Heather,” Michael confessed. “But I do know this, I haven’t been able to think about anything but you from the first time I saw you, Magic, no magic, I don’t care; I just want to be part of your life and I’d do almost anything for that to happen.”

Heather threw her arms around him and kissed him softly on the cheek; “Thank you Michael, I promise that we will always be together, forever and ever.” She said excitably and continued to rattle on about how their new lives together were going to be great.

Michael’s expression changed, “Always, Forever” he thought and started to panic. He could still hear Heather chatting cheerfully, but her voice sounded far away. He was getting light headed and needed air, he tried to stand but fell down, a dark fog slowly crept over his eyes, he felt Heather grab him, then nothing, as the dark fog consumed him.

Michael slowly started to wake, the panic he had felt earlier having faded from his mind. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, “Wow”, he thought to himself, “Her house must be bigger than I thought, I didn’t noticed she had such high vaulted ceilings.”

He then tried to sit up, but found it impossible to move, “Oh God, I must of fell and broke my back, I’m paralyzed”, he concluded and struggled vainly to move even the smallest of muscles. This, not having any effect, he tried to call out for help, but found this just as impossible, for his lips wouldn’t move either.

Michaels fear started to rise, he knew his heart should be pounding right now but he couldn’t feel it, as a matter of fact he noticed, there were a number of things that didn’t add up. Michael started to calm down and take them all in.

Using his eye’s he looked back towards the ceiling, “There’s no way it could be so high”, he reasoned, it appeared to be ten stories up, next he noticed how out the corner of his eye he could tell he was on a bed, but not just any bed, It must have been the biggest bed ever to exist. Looking down, Oh man, looking down he could tell his clothes had been changed, and not into something he would have picked out himself. “This just can’t be happening”, he thought again, hoping to wake up quickly, from this strange, strange dream.

Heather stood quietly, just out of Michaels view, doing her best to shield her presence from him. She had no idea what to do. She hadn’t wanted to transform him so quickly or without his permission, especially for the first time, but he was falling and she didn’t want him to get hurt.

Still it would have been fine, Michael was unconscious, and hadn’t seen a thing so she figured she would just carry him up to her bed, change him back, and he would be none the wiser. That was her plan at least, but then Kimiko showed up just as she was laying Michael down.

There was no way she could let Kimiko know about him, not yet at least. To say Kimiko was unpredictable was an understatement, on top of that, she had a mean jealousy streak; Heather could only imagine what Kimiko would of done if she had seen a man in the bed they sometimes shared.

So she had left him like he was, cast a quick sleep spell on him, which would last about an hour, and ran to greet Kimiko before she made it to the bedroom.

Kimiko arrived at Heathers half worried half irritated; over the last couple of days every time she called, Heather had been a bit removed during their conversations. She pressed Heather to tell her what was on her mind but had been told she was, “Just busy,” and “I’m a little tired.”

Kimiko couldn’t stand it anymore so she had come to talk face to face. Heather might be able to act aloof on the phone but she was putty in Kimiko’s hand when they were together. Kimiko laughed at the thought. She might just have to try that later.

Walking inside Kimiko yelled out, “Heather, Heather where are you?”

“Right here,” Heather responded, running up to Kimiko and giving her a warm hug and a soft kiss on the lips. “What a wonderful surprise.”

Kimiko enjoyed the kiss but could tell instantly Heather was hiding something. “OK girlie spill it,” Kimiko demanded, not being fooled for a second.

Heather took a breath, looked deep into Kimiko’s eyes and replied casually, “Spill what Kimi?”

Kimiko hated having her name shortened, and Heather knew it. “Don’t call me Kimi.” She said through gritted teeth.

“Ahh…is my sexy Kimi getting mad?” Heather teased.

“I’m warning you,” Kimiko retorted, taking a step back from Heather.

Heather knew she was asking for it, but she had to keep up the distraction. “Oh no…Is my tiny little Kimi giving me a warning, I’m soo scared,” she winked playfully at Kimiko and slowly walked around her, pinching her bottom gingerly as she made her way around.

“That’s it, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Kimiko stated factually, then gathered a bit of power from within herself, focused on what she wanted to happen and directed the energy towards Heather.

Heather felt the energy flow through her and knew this transformation was different from the normal game playing the two ladies partook in; as usual Kimiko had done something to raise the bar.

Kimiko's magic worked quickly on Heathers body, she smiled impishly as she watched the years melt off her lover’s body, younger and younger she became, her clothes sagged at first, then fell away, pooling almost neatly at her feet. When the spell had finished, a perfectly cute little girl, wearing only a pair of over sized gloves was standing quite shocked, in front of her.

“Wha…what have you done Kimiko?” Heather stuttered.

Kimiko stared down at the little girl, “I warned you,” she started, a wry smile on her lips, “Guess I don’t look so tiny any more, do I, little Heather.”

Heather had played many games with Kimiko, but she had never been regressed, she was more than a little nervous, “This has to be an illusion,” her new high voice squeaked.

“Nope,” Kimiko replied, “It's very real; take a good look at yourself.” She said handing the scared child a mirror.

Heather grabbed it quickly and gazed unbelievingly at the image looking back at her, it was real, Kimiko had somehow given her the body of a cute little girl.

“Why the gloves?” Heather asked quietly, unable to tare her gaze away.

“To give you some prospective, I want you to see exactly how small you are, too know how fragile you’ve become. Kimiko explained.

“But why a child? This isn’t something we ever agreed on.” Heather questioned.

Kimiko walked over to the still-in-shock girl, kneeled down and turned Heather away from the mirror. Grabbing Heathers chin gently, she lifted it so their eyes met. “Because you were being bad girl,” she replied, her smile turning a little wicked, “And you know what happens to bad little girls….Don’t you, baby girl?”

Heathers eyes went wide, “You…you wouldn’t,” she stammered, her bottom lip starting to tremble.

“Oh yes, you know how I believe that sparing the rod will spoil the child.”

“Noo!” Heather screamed, trying to run away, but Kimiko was too close, and easily captured the tender girl.

Heather was Kicking and screaming trying to break free but it made no difference except to make Kimiko enjoy the situation all that much more. Kimiko sat down and laid the defiant child across her lap; she placed one hand on Heathers back, which was more than enough to keep her pinned, and raised the other in the air prepared to administer punishment.

Heather was going crazy to get away, and became even more frantic after being positioned with her naked, petite rear-end ready to be spanked.

Kimiko took a few seconds to drink in the sight of her girlfriend, the way she struggled, her little legs flailing about, hearing her pleas to be let go, “Mmmm…” she thought to herself, “How delicious.” Then with no warning at all she let her hand come down…Hard.

Heathers pleas to be let go, turned quickly to tears for Kimiko to stop; the pain and humiliation she felt was more than her now reverted emotions could handle; her tears flowed like raindrops onto the carpet below her.

Whack! Kimiko’s hand came down again, Whack…Whack, two more swats, Kimiko listened as Heathers prayers for her to stop became an unintelligible noise of sobs and moans; she stopped her assault, holding her hand primed for another to examined how the soft white skin of Heathers heinie had become red and swollen, the outline of her fingers clearly visible.

The heat of Kimiko's anger was dissolving but a flash of remembrance shot through her fueling her anger long enough to give Heather two more swats.

Heather, for her part, had stopped fighting Kimiko midway through the spankings and now laid a wet quivering mess across Kimiko’s legs; her tiny bladder had given out during the last two surprise attacks causing her even more shame. She wanted nothing more than to just curl herself into a ball on the floor and cry herself to sleep.

Kimiko had felt the wetness on her legs, and her heart skipped a beat. Her anger and excitement were replaced with feeling of regret. “Had she gone too far again? Was Heather alright?” she thought, and carefully turned the broken girl over and looked her in the eyes, the sight of Heathers face made her want to cry.

Kimiko stood with Heather in her arms, walked her carefully to the couch and placed the teary eyed, soiled girl down. Closing her eyes, Kimiko found her power and used it to clean them, the carpet and now the couch of all the urine, next she directed her power to create a blanket big enough to cover the recovering child.

“I’m…I’m sorry…I…I cal..called you Kimi,” Heather fought to get out, her sobbing making it hard to speak.

Kimiko looked down at her precious girl, her heart breaking at the small girls whimpering. “That’s not why I did it.”

“Then…then wh…why?” Heather struggled again.

“Because I know you’re hiding something from me, I can feel you blocking me, Please, Please just tell me.” Kimiko’s said, her strong presence crumbling for a second.

Heather stared up at Kimiko, and started to speak but stopped, she needed time before she told her.

Kimiko could see the conflict in Heathers eyes, “Well you’re getting off lucky,” Kimiko stated her regular personality taking over again, “I would love to stay here all day playing more…Umm…games with you until I got the truth, but I have to fly out to Vegas for the next couple of weeks for work, I’m helping to put on a fashion show.”

Heather couldn’t even think straight, Kimiko had seen through her plan, spanked her, and now was talking like nothing happened.

“I know you’re feeling unbelievably vulnerable and scared, but you’ll feel much better in about ten minutes, it’s a side effect of the spell I used to give you that cute little body.” Kimiko bent over and kissed Heather on the forehead, “Tell the Sisters I'll be a couple days late for our get-together,” she continued and walked to the door.

“Heather,” Kimiko began, stopping short of walking out the door, “When I get back we Will finish our little talk, I hope that gives you enough time, I really do love you, but we did promise “no secrets” from each other.” Her serious tone disappearing, “Bye-bye, see you in two weeks.” She finished, walking out the door.

Heather didn’t move from the couch until Kimono’s spell had ended and she found herself back in her true form, thinking again with a clear head. She thought hard about what Kimiko had said and felt a bit guilty about not telling her about Michael, but she would tell her, she just needed time, she just hoped two weeks would be enough.

Back upstairs, Heather still stood totally quiet, her sore rear a reminder of Kimiko's visit, She knew Michael was awake and could feel him beginning to panic, She was out of time and she knew she had to approach him.

Michael, still staring at the ceiling, could now see Heather approaching out the corner of his eye, relief started to rush over him and then panic at Heathers massive size, “She was a giant,” he thought to himself.

Heather couldn’t help but let out a tiny giggle at Michael’s thought, “Hey there,” she smiled down at him, “I’m not a giant, it’s just your kinda small right now.”

“Small? Wha…what’s going on, what’s happened to me?”

“Well,” she began, I sorta changed you, I had to really, you were falling and I didn’t want you to get hurt.” she explained.

“Changed me?” he questioned, then stopped short realizing his lips still weren’t moving but they were talking anyway.

Heather smiled again at his revelation, “That right, we are,” she thought to him, her own lips remaining still, and slowly sat next to him.

With Heather sitting next to him, Michael could almost get a clear picture of exactly how small he was, “You weren’t kidding about you changing me, were you?” He asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“No, and I’m afraid it’s even worse then you know,” she said honestly, “Hold on, I didn’t really mean worse, the thing is, you were falling, and I didn’t have much time to think, so I just changed you into the first thing that came to mind.”

“Thing? You mean you didn’t just shrink me? I’m not me? What…what came to mind? What am I,” Michael thought, panic starting to overwhelm him again.

I’ll show you,” she began, “But be warned, When I touch you, you’re going to feel things a lot different than normal,” She smiled, “The fact is, I’m pretty sure you’re going to love it.”

“Love it?”

“Yes love it, though it might take you some time to admit it.” She finished to herself, and then gently ran her fingers across his new body.

Lights of every color flashed within Michael’s mind, Heather had to grip herself from all the pleasure he was feeling, She knew from her experiences with Kimiko that pleasure would be shared between the two of them, but it had never been to this extreme.

“Oh Goddess!,” she screamed, her body trembling from the afterglow of just the one touch. It took Heather several minutes and the sound of Michaels own moan’s before she could come back to herself.

“Heather, Heather,” Michael panted, “Please, please no more, I don’t think I could take it; I can’t please,” he stammered, almost on the verge of tears. “It felt….” Was all he could think before he blacked out.

Heather sat stunned, defiantly needing a shower, maybe a cool bath, she felt so hot. “How can that of happened,” she wondered, her mind drifting to that pulse of bliss; “Oh my Goddess how?” The bliss carried her to clarity and she knew. The bond Kimiko and she shared was strong, but nothing compared to what she and Michael had, so to share the Joy, the two girl’s had gotten into the habit of adding a sort of pleasure booster. She had inadvertently done the same when transforming Michael.

“Guess I’ll need to be more careful next time,” Heather laughed and called forth the power to remove the booster, she considered returning Michael to his human form, but that thought was pushed aside after hearing his return to consciousness.

“Heath…Heather.” He stammered, “What just happened, it hurt…felt good, I…I don’t know, My head…Heather, what’s going on?”

Heather could feel his fear and confusion, easily washing away the feelings of pleasure she felt just moments ago. “I’ll show you,” she replied, then stood, walked to her dresser, and retrieved a small hand mirror.

Taking as small as steps as possible, afraid of what Michaels reaction was going to be, she finally stood over him again. She reached down to position him so he could more easily see his reflection, when she stopped suddenly, hearing him begin to whimper softly and feeling his fear rise.

“Oh God please no,” he cried, “Please Heather don’t touch me again.”

Heathers heart was breaking, “Shhh…It’s going to be ok, what happened before was an accident, I promise, I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally.”

Heathers gentle tone and hurt look helped to calm Michael, allowing her to continue; she carefully lifted him, causing a small shudder of pleasure to run through them both, and placed the looking-glass in front of him.

Heather remained motionless, straining her abilities to the limit, trying to make out all the thoughts and emotions Michaels new for was producing as he stared transfixed on the image in front of him.

Looking into the mirror Michael searched in vain for his familiar face, but instead saw the impossible; a pair of emerald green, glass eyes, attached to a smooth, shiny plastic face, returned his gaze. Tiny pearl earrings adorned his/her new ears, while blue eye shadow and pink painted lips finished off a cute brunette head.

“This…this can’t be real,” he softly spoke, noticing how his pouty lips never moved.

“Oh Michael, it’s very real, I’m so very sorry, I never meant to do this without your permission, but you were falling, and I didn’t want you to get hurt. And as far as being what you are, it’s that I collect dolls, and love them, and well, it just sorta popped into my head. Please…please forgive me,” she pleaded.

Michaels mind and emotions were on overload, he wanted to jump up and run away, far away, but his plastic body wouldn’t move, his mind was screamed at his toy legs, “Move! Move damit!,” but nothing happened, but then again how could they, they weren’t real. He screamed out desperate for this nightmare to end.

Heather was trying, unsuccessfully, to calm the distraught boy down, but it was of no use, his mind was so full of fear and panic she just couldn’t through to him. Crying softly, she closed her eyes and cast the same sleep spell she had used before, causing him to slip into unconsciousness. Crying harder now, she lifted the small doll to her chest, then while hugging it tightly, allowed her soft sobs to become a heart wrenching downpour.

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Michael awoke with a start, almost falling out of his bed. He looked around franticly, only to find he was safe and sound at home. “A dream? He questioned aloud, “No way was that a dream, but…but there’s no way that could have been real. “His mind still battling for the truth, he jumped out of bed and ran to the window. Looking out, he could have sworn, that just for a second, he saw Heathers tear soaked face staring back at him.

Time seemed to stand still for both of them; the last few days had been the most miserable of their lives. It had been raining nonstop since Michael had looked out his window and saw Heather crying all those days ago.

Michael sat inside his small hovel going over everything again and again. Was it real or not? He just couldn’t figure it out. If it was real, why wasn’t he hi-tailing it out of there, and if it wasn’t why couldn’t he just go to her. He wanted too, wanted it with all of his heart, but he was terrified.

Heather lay on her bed crying, she was tired, but she couldn’t sleep. The thought of having run her “One” off was eating her up inside. She would start towards the door to go and talk to him but she couldn’t muster up the strength to turn the handle, Instead she would take her worn out body back up the stairs and cry some more.

Kimiko had called twice, and could tell instantly something was very wrong with Heather, but she kept meeting resistance every time she asked her what was going on. It was really pissing her off that she wasn’t being open with her, but she held her tongue, realizing how much pain was behind her lover’s voice and not wanting to add to Heathers sadness. Kimiko resolved to finish her assignment as quickly as possible and fly back and spend as much time as needed to help her sad Sister.

Michael paced, still trying to figure out what to do. The smartest thing, in his opinion, to do, was to pack up, and get the hell out of dodge, but his heart just wasn’t in it. He felt a pull, a yearning for her that was starting to squelch his fears.

He played through the event again, trying to remember it all. He remembered helping her with a bag, chatting, her smile, something about tea, darkness, a giant Heather, then her touch, that painfully pleasurable touch, “Shit,” he said looking down at his arm, “Three days and I still get Goosebumps when I think about that touch,” gathering himself, he continued, his reflection, looking into that mirror and seeing a child’s play thing, freaking out, then waking up.

But there was something else, Wasn’t there? Focusing his mind, he tried, tried to remember, then all at once his fog of fear cleared. He remembered her trying to reach out to him, her voice in his head trying to comfort him, and…and Omg, she was crying. He could remember the tears falling around him.

For the first time in three days all of his fear was gone, clearing his soul, and making it possible for him to feel something far away, something sad, no, not something…someone, “Heather,” he said aloud, he could feel her tears, her broken heart, the pain was intense. Without another thought he headed out the door.

Heather lay in her bed still crying and preying, “Oh Goddess,” she whimpered, “I’ve found my “One” and now I’ve lost him forever, How can I live knowing he’s gone.” Tear after tear rolled down her cheeks onto her silk covered pillow. After the last three days it would be impossible to find a single dry spot on its soft, giving body.

How could she fix this? How can she make him understand? Her thought were so full and her feelings so out-of-control she barely heard the hard knock coming from her house door.

Michael ran as fast as he could taking no notice of the rain, or to the half buried sprinkler head that was coming closer with every stride. “Son-of-a-bi#$%,” he hollered, seconds before tripping over the small obstacle. He landed hard, falling into one of the many puddles that had formed during the three day rain fest. Lifting himself out of his hazard, he continued his journey across the street, stopping just short of running into Heathers door. Without hesitation he raised a wet fist and knocked loudly upon the hard door.

Heathers tears slowed then stopped at the sound of the rapping down-stairs. “It couldn’t be,” she spoke softly, allowing her body and mind to calm. She reached out and could feel him, her heart leapt and a tiny squeal escaped her lips. She jumped up and ran down the stairs as fast as her soft, bare feet could take her.

Reaching the door, Heather placed a hand on the knob, but stopped short of opening it, fear starting to replace the joy she felt moments ago.

“What if he’s here to yell at me, or call me a freak? Oh Goddess, what if he’s here to tell me to stay away, that he doesn’t want to see me again,” she began to panic and her body felt numb. “Please Goddess give me strength,” she prayed, and then with hope, opened the door.

Heather looked at her “One”, and all of her worries faded away; Standing in front of her was a sad sight to behold. Michael was standing in front of her cover from head to toe in mud; tiny droplets of blood were forming on fresh scratches on his hands and arms. He look at her through rain soaked matted hair and smiled a smile that warmed her soul. Heather needed no invitation, she stepped down onto the porch, wrapped her arms around her dirty “One” and kissed him with all the love she had inside.

Right at that moment, The rain stopped.