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Blue Moon
Blue Moon
by Donna Lamb

"W-what?" Jo asked.

Richard had stopped the limo in the driveway to get out, open the back door and stand there staring at her. "You don't look any different," he said after a bit.

"Should I?"

"I dunno, just don't make anymore wishes. Oh, and scoot over to the other side before you buckle up. That way you can get out on the sidewalk side when we get there and not risk stopping traffic." He closed the rear door, got back behind the wheel and buckled up, watching Jo in the mirror.

She slid across the seat a bit awkwardly, unsure of how to hold the mini-skirt down at the same time. She finally just grabbed the hem in front and pulled on it as she slid, then ran her hand under her butt when she'd settled in place. Snapping her belt closed, she said, "I'm all b-buckled in, Richard."

"Ay,caramba," said Richard. Keeping an eye on her while she struggled with the mini had been worth it.

"Do you really think I could?" she asked.

"Could what?"

"Stop traffic?"

"Sure. Those legs are a sigalert waiting to happen." He backed out onto the street, turning the big awkward car west.

"Are you going the wrong w-way?" Jo asked. She looked down at her legs. They did look nice. The idea of maybe dozens of men staring at her intrigued and frightened her at the same time.

"Hey, who's the driver here?" Minutes later, they both had hot coffees from the drive-thru Starbucks and were headed north to the 134 to take the 210 to Monrovia. Going against the flow of traffic, city center to suburbs meant that even on a Thursday, the busiest commute of the week, they made good time.

"Why don't you call and see if anyone's there yet? Find out if they're expecting you," Richard suggested.

"I don't have my cell phone," Jo pointed out. "All of m-my stuff disappeared, remember?"

Richard pressed a button on the dash, opening a compartment in front of Jo. "Use the carphone," he suggested.

"It's a real ph-f-fone," squeaked Jo, staring at the old-fashioned handset and receiver in the little cabinet.

"No, it just looks like one. Go ahead, call in." He didn't say it aloud but silently he added, See if they even know who you are.

Jo dialed, frowning in concentration.

"Bueno?" someone answered.

"Oops, wrong number." Jo redialed, the tip of her tongue appearing at the side of her mouth. "No answer," she told Richard after eight rings.

"Waddaya mean no answer, you've got an answering service, don't you?"

"Uh huh." Jo tried again. The phone dial seemed like an alien thing, the numbers in her mind slippery creatures.

"Hello?" someone said.

"Is this Assemblyman Aronhaus's office?" Jo asked.

"No." Click.

Richard could see her in the mirror; she looked about ready to cry. He almost stopped the car, right there on the freeway, to take her in his arms and comfort her. It would be so easy. He gritted his teeth.

Jo sniffled. "I keep f-f-m-m-m-f-f-fucking up the number."

"Don't cry," he said. "What's the number? I'll have Patch dial for me." He put his hand on the button to call limo dispatch on the radio.

Jo said nothing for a moment. "All I can think of is, it's six on m-my speed dial."

Richard pushed the button and said, "Dispatch, this is L23," into the hands-free microphone in the steering wheel.

"What you doing up so early, Ricky?" asked a voice.

"Oh, hi, Carmen. Got a deadhead to Monrovia, favor for my roomie. Can you patch me into Assemblyman Aronhaus's office there? I don't have a number."

"You know you've got a pickup in Burbank at eleven?"

"Yeah, I'll make it."

Carmen didn't keep him waiting long. "Here's your number." Click.

Richard didn't have his headset on or the barrier between front and back raised; Jo could hear everything.

"Assemblyman Aronhaus's office. May I help you?"

"Yes," said Richard. "I'm trying to reach Joel Messenger, does he work there?"

"Of course I w-work there," Jo muttered in the back seat. She tugged on her skirt and squeezed her knees together, distracted by the sound of Richard's voice and the look of the back of his head where the hair was clipped short.

"I'm sorry," said the voice. "Mr. Messenger passed away in November. Can someone else help you?"

Richard broke the connection. Shit, he thought.

Jo made fish noises in the backseat then blurted, "B-b-but I'm not dead. I'm right here. Richard, tell her I'm not dead!"



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Not exactly what I predicted, but not far off the mark.

So Richard has acquired a "dependant". What's next, tax deduction?

KJT

"A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to want to take it off you."
Francoise Sagan

Well I did, sort of

This was one of several possibilities my diabolical mind had calculated. Moving without any forwarding address was another.

The slow, gentle way you tease about Jo's changing desire is very cruel, Donna. Sophie would approve!

Sincerely,

Scott

~If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.~
Lazarus Long
Robert A. Heinlein's 'Time Enough for Love'

Sincerely,

Scott

Calvin: You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.

Addendum

I just said something similar to this regarding Erin's 'Urban Renewal' series at BC and it applies here as well.

What you are doing here is amazing to me, Donna. With each brief glimpse into Jo and Richard's plight, you tantalize the reader. The characters literally spring to life from the text, and even as we postulate about what will happen next we fear it as well. Your skill is immense, and I thank you whole heartedly for sharing it with us!

Personally I hope that Richard can avoid using that W word until Strangefellows day is past. I said before that he could easily be the hero of this piece, and it still applies. In truth, he has the makings of an excellent antihero, a rogue and a rake but yet someone with a true heart underneath it.

Sincerely,

Scott

~If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.~
Lazarus Long
Robert A. Heinlein's 'Time Enough for Love'

Sincerely,

Scott

Calvin: You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.

Me thinks the Devil has broken the rules

I think the devil has altered her personality and intelect, clear violations. Making her hot-to-trot would be pushing it but she is clearly fast becoming a helpless bimbo, this is not kosher, Donna.

She can't be the same person if she can't do her job or be productive. If she can't concentrate enough to dial a damn phone, how can she run/maintain a computer network? In making her more receptive to teasing/pleasing men -- she subconsicuosly is doing it already, the act of sliding in to her seat had Richard's attention -- Jo is no longer the personality or mind he/she was. He may have been a geek but he was competent. This girl I wouldn't trust to put her shoes and socks on in the right order. This girl is also timid in the extream and may be vain about her apearance. Joel/Jo was neither. He/she wasn't bold but wasn't this helpless waif who is developing signs of being oversexed and thick as a brick.

Where is our Clarence when we need one? Unless, of course, she can fight these tendencies and be the bright, respected computer guru she was but with the help of a good man to satisfy her distractingly powerful urges ... Oh, now that would be diabolical. Poor Rickard; is a frequent dose of *him* her prescription for maintaining her intelectual and emotional competence?

And if the devil has gone too far, how is he/she punished? And what of compensation for the victim's? Simply restoring Jo's mind after she and Richard do *it*, you know, nudge nudge, wink, wink, say no more, is not sufficent compensation particulary if she is carring a *little Richard."

Good Golly Ms Donna!

John in Wauwatosa

But you're not a scientist. Surely you believe in all this superstitious nonsense. (MAD Magazine)

Could be worse, could be raining. (Young Frankenstein)

But you're not a scientist. Surely you believe in all this superstitious nonsense. (MAD Magazine) Could be worse, could be raining. (Young Frankenstein)

I Protest

Let my play ... Devil's Advocate ...

The only clear violation thus far is the aforementioned manipulation of reality to alter the past. As this has already been acknowledged by both parties, and the Party of the First Part, henceforth known as 'the Big Three', has agreed that what's done is done, the Party of the Second Part, Miss Sophie Drake, is thereby free of any obligation or indeminification for the offense.

As to Ms. Messenger's second wish, the Advocate for the Big Three has stipulated that Ms. Messenger's 'consciousness of who she is' cannot be touched. Ms. Messenger is still quite conscious of who she is - she knows she is not dead for instance - so any alterations to her have not violated the conditions laid down by the Advocate for the opposition, no matter how they may have altered Ms. Messenger's personality, intellect or behavior. In short, Jo still knows that she is Joel Messenger, even if she is begininng to feel very differently.

In closing, I would point out once more the words of opposing counsel - 'consciouness of who she is'. By acknowledging that Ms. Messenger is, indeed, a female, this stipulation could be interpreted as to give tacit approval for the alteration of Ms. Messenger's mindset to one more appropriate to her gender.

Sincerely,

Scott

~If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.~
Lazarus Long
Robert A. Heinlein's 'Time Enough for Love'

Sincerely,

Scott

Calvin: You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.

No fun

As a sufferer of Dyslexia which is what Jo appears to have "wished" for it can be a royal pain in the caboose. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyslexia
It can be overcome but I can tell you it is not easy. Small things like double checking everything can help. It this is what Jo has for a computer programmer it will be hell. Some of the symptoms are forgetting right and left handedness. Sometimes I will try and type the left part of the keyboard with my right hand and visa versa. Instead of 'A' you get a ";" or "e" and "i". To just have this dropped in someones lap is just evil! Of course that is the point isn't it. No John this follows the rules but gives her a huge problem to beat.
Hugs!
grover

Plan? Ain't got no Plan!
"Beyond Thunder Dome"

Plan? Ain't got no Plan!
"Beyond Thunder Dome"

Never thought of myself as dyslexic...

...because I don't visually confuse handed images, p and q, or 6 and 9 for instance. But I do the keyboard thing pretty frequently, it's one of the first things I check for when proofing my own stuff. And on many common tasks, I can use either hand with equal clumsiness. :)

Other than playing pool or sorting cantaloupes (long story) I've never found this to be much advantage, though I used to take real delight in swapping hands while painting or drawing to confuse art teachers all of whom wanted to teach me various techniques for avoiding the problem of your hand covering up what you're trying to draw. :)

I did some reading on this and dyslexia and handedness do seem to be related to brain structure with a glitch in the cerebellum being inmplicated fairly frequently.

But, too, women's brains are organized slightly differently than men's brains: more side to side connections and fewer one-side-only specializations. (I just typed 'sedi' for side.) That might be part of Jo's confusion, too.

Then there are haptic and kinesthetic body maps in the brain: your brain maps your hands and face as being as big as all the rest of your body for some purposes. If the devil has re-mapped certain parts of Jo's anatomy as enormous, she's going to pay them more attention. :)

A brain is the Devil's ideal plaything!

- Erin

Reading in alot

I think you are reading too much into Jo's inability to recall a phone number. She's under an incredible amount of stress. In the last 24 hours he became a she, lost all her possessions, and is having to wear what is probably the defining sexy female garment - the legendary "Little Black Dress".

So she forgets a phone number. I do that all the time under much less stressful conditions. When that happens I pull out my cell and either use the preprogrammed number or read it from the display if I have to give it to someone else. I've even had to use it to give somebody my home number. But, whoops, Jo's cellphone is gone!

Frankly, a lot of guys I know would have to be sedated if this were to happen to them. Jo may be hanging on to the ragged edge of her sanity by her new incredible sexy and shapely nails, but she is hanging on!

You go girl!
Karen J.

"A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to want to take it off you."
Francoise Sagan

I agree with Karen

I've had the same thing happen to me. The night I separated from my wife, I couldn't remember the pin number for my debit card, despite having had the same one for at least ten years. I punched in the wrong number so many times they suspended the account until I called them to straighten it out. There is also the distinct possibility Jo did dial the number right one of those times, but it's not the same anymore.

Sincerely,

Scott

~If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.~
Lazarus Long
Robert A. Heinlein's 'Time Enough for Love'

Sincerely,

Scott

Calvin: You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.

The comments are longer than the chapter ::grin::

And almost everyone is a little bit right and a little bit wrong. :smile:

I like Erin's bit about brains ::zombievoice: brains!:: and mapping. Jo is small breasted in life (so far) but what if the devil has mapped her boobies in her brain as bigger than her head? ::lol::

Or her popo bigger than her bobo? And she can't say either of those!

Donna Lamb, flack

Donna Lamb, flack

I must admit...

That I like reading the comments nearly as much as the story! It's kewl as John would say to see others take on what I just read and a joy to shoot ideas on what may happen at each other. :)
This is fun!
hugs!

Plan? Ain't got no Plan!
"Beyond Thunder Dome"

Plan? Ain't got no Plan!
"Beyond Thunder Dome"

I object! Sort of

Scott,
......Sophie smiled. "So I can define those two words to suit me?"

Ted winced. "Yes. But you cannot alter her consciousness of who she is, only her body parts and environment and no playing with the Wayback Machine."

She shrugged, thinking. "I can live with that."

Ted stared at her a moment. "We expect you to try to cheat, you know."

"Of course." She nodded. "That's the fun of these contests. Cheating within the rules."

Jo's clarence sighed. "May I ask what you're going to do? What do you intend to treat the words as meaning?"

Sophie grinned. "I think when she said 'this all' she meant 'my virtue.'".....

I don't think the Devil can alter her much pysically IF it alters her perception of herself. Thus no stripper breats and the like and her intelect needs to stay as it was.

As to increasing her responsiveness to her senses and to making her *comfortable as a female* with those senses... fair game. Thus she can be attracted to a hunk like Richard *the Dick* and enjoy it-- sex with men --, even come to admit it's logical now she's a woman. Her job can't change because of this clause,

......consciousness of who she is, only her body parts and environment and no playing with the Wayback Machine.".....

but they can treat her like a the sexy woman she is now at work, thus she may still be in the same position and as competent and important as before but gets harassed and hit on by the guys.I don'rt see her as having fucked her way into her job, though.

Watch it, Scott, or I'll hire Perry Mason.

John in Wauwatosa

But you're not a scientist. Surely you believe in all this superstitious nonsense. (MAD Magazine)

Could be worse, could be raining. (Young Frankenstein)

But you're not a scientist. Surely you believe in all this superstitious nonsense. (MAD Magazine) Could be worse, could be raining. (Young Frankenstein)

My esteemed colleague forgets ...

"It is the position of my Superior, that you have to abide strictly by the words of the wish. And since she phrased her desire in the proper subjunctive, that you cannot alter the past this time. We think you cheated on that first wish; the man, Richard also used the subjunctive and you should not have altered the past."

Sophie smiled."I didn't at first, and I only altered time as far back as last Strangefellows Day in my second intervention, just two months." She laughed. "The poor booby hasn't discovered what I did yet."

The clarence waggled a finger at her. "No more of that. Your justification for the second intervention violated several rules; Joel did not actually make a wish in simply agreeing with Richard's and you changed time. It is the position of my Principal that what is done is done and what is undone is undone, so no more mucking about with time."

The argument about 'breaking the rules' only applies to Ms. Messengers latest wish. The clarence ... er, Advocate for the Opposition has already conceded on the point of any prior violation.

The demise of Joel and the loss of his job occurred do to Ms. Drake's second intervention, where she did indeed alter time and reality. That action, however, falls under the category of 'what is done is done and what is undone is undone'. In fact, one could interpret that to say that Joel is indeed dead, and his life cannot be restored at this point. To correct it Ms. Drake would have to 'muck about with time' again, which she has been expressly forbidden to do.

As for extreme body modifications, I have already stated that such could lead to a fundamental alteration of Ms. Messenger's psyche. However, much hinges on how the phrase 'consciousness of who she is' is defined. One definition would be that Ms. Drake cannot make Ms. Messenger forget that she was once Joel Messenger, a man.

However, the use of the word 'she' by opposing counsel could be read as an admission that Ms. Messenger is now female, and therefore making 'her' perceive herself as female would not be altering her 'consciousness of who she is', but rather correcting it.

Her treatment at work is a moot point - she has no job. The clause you cite has no bearing on this because it was introduced after the fact, and thus has no bearing on previous actions.

As for Mr. Mason ... bring him on ...

Sincerely,

Scott

~If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.~
Lazarus Long
Robert A. Heinlein's 'Time Enough for Love'

Sincerely,

Scott

Calvin: You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.