Becky finished practicing how she was going to approach her uncle James and had moved on to pacing silently about her room, fiddling inanely with whatever she was near. When her cell finally vibrated, she about jumped out of her skin fumbling to answer it. "Trish?"
"Yeah it's me. I don't know what the big secret is, but I'm parked out front. I got the stuff you asked for. I had to put it on my credit card, you owe me big time. Are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"Stay put. I'll be there in a sec!" Becky said. Hanging up, she hurried out front to Trish's car. Taking the passenger seat, Becky immediately began rummaging through the bags Trish had in the car.
Trish watched Becky as she withdrew each item and carefully checked the sizes and packaging. "I can make the fake transcript easily enough, I just need a little background. I can make up a previous school, but I need something to work with. What's this girl's name?"
"Uh, don't know yet." Becky mumbled without thinking, still focused on examining the clothes.
"How can you not know", Trish bellowed, finally getting Becky's full attention.
"Uhhh .... I know her name, Don't be silly. Of course I know her name it's ... uh ... it's ... Jammmmeeee. Jamie! It's Jamie!"
"Becky, what are you trying to pull? You're acting like some of the stories I've read about ... Holy crap! It can't be possible!" Trish whispered. "I've read some pretty wild stories. One in particular is kinky fantasy. But your weird behavior with these clothes, it's ... it's ... . Describe Jamie. Quick, What's she look like?"
"She's a girl, just a normal girl, sort of medium ... uh ... nothing unusual ... uh ... sort of ... uh ...", Becky stammered.
"Holy Mother of God! It's real, and you have it! You have the medallion!" Trish accused.
Becky's eyes grew huge as saucers and her face turned ashen as she momentarily froze before squeaking out an, "I don't know what you're talking about".
"This crazy behavior with the clothes and the secrecy suddenly makes sense now. Wait ... Oh my gawd! You're planning on getting your uncle James. He doesn't know does he? That's why you're out here in the car."
"Shh ... shush ... you can't, ... we need this!" Becky pleaded.
"Are you kidding? This is the chance of a life time. Besides, your uncle is a hunk. The very idea of turning him into, not just a girl, but our flier, well ... it's kinky! If these clothes work the way the stories say, it's going to be especially fun."
