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Ultragreen 6 - The Plan
🕑 Added 2019-01-05 12:38:32 +0000 UTC
Shellie had always been methodical. And analysis, calculation and method were how George dealt with the world. So of course, they made a plan.
First, they decided, they had to secure the lab so no one else could interrupt what they had been doing. Because if someone interfered, Shellie might be stuck as a girl.
Second, they had to get back to school, they had permision to be off campus only until 7 p.m., even though curfew was 10, and they had to show up for evening roll call if they missed dinner in the mess hall.
Third, they had to figure out how to conceal the fact that Shellie was now a girl. At least until this wore off or they could reverse it.
Fourth was going to be figuring out how to tackle the reversal problem, though they wouldn’t be able to get back to the mansion until next Saturday.
Fifth had to be ordinary stuff like school work and maybe visits from parents and such.
Always assuming that nothing went wrong.
Step one went as planned, they had done this before so cleaning up and locking everything down so no one would suspect they had been inside the mansion went without a hitch.
They mounted up on their bikes, taking along the few tools and their lunchboxes they were taking back to school and set off with plenty of time to reach the academy gate before seven. Along the way, they discussed what they saw as their problems.
It was a beautiful spring day in Thibido, the desert valley awash in new spring grass and the trees on the hills were dressed in new spring leaves. Higher up the slopes, the evergreens were evergreen still and so the world seemed to be celebrating the discovery of green light.
Carson Rogers Academy lay behind the first rank of hills above the town at the end of a road constructed for one purpose, accessing the school. So there was almost no traffic on a late spring afternoon.
“It’s a boys only school,” George mentioned, subtracting the distortion caused by his speech impediments.
“You’re right,” said Shellie. “So we can’t let anyone know what happened or they’ll kick me out.”
“Huh, huh, huh,” George laughed.
“It’s not funny.”
‘Yes, it is, Shellie,” said George.
“No it isn’t. And don’t you dare call me Shellie at school,” she insisted.
“Huh, huh, huh,” laughed George. He’d gotten over his monstrous fright, knowing that his friend was all right. “I’m glad we didn’t kill you,” he said.
“Well,” Shellie admitted, “I’m rather pleased about that too.”
“Do you like being a girl?” George asked.
“Sh!” Shellie hushed him. “You should be thinking about how we’re going to change me back or how to keep it a secret until we can!”
They rode in thoughtful silence for a while. Carson Rogers was organized more like a college than any ordinary middle or high school. Shellie considered it lucky that he and George shared a room with only each other and that students at the school changed clothes in their own bunkrooms instead of a common gym locker area. They should be able to keep her secret for the rest of the term.
George commented, “I’ve never had a girl friend before.”
“I’m not your girlfriend,” squeaked Shellie. Anther fortunate happenstance was that hardly anyone, besides herself, could understand George. “Don’t let anyone hear you say things like that!”
They topped the crest of the hill, the school gates lay directly ahead and it was barely six p.m., they could even eat dinner if they wanted to.
Beaming, George pulled even with Shellie and whispered. “It’s going to be strange having a girl for a bunkie.”
When he put it that way, I guessed it was going to be strange for both of us.
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Shadowsmage
well the train is on the track, looking forward to the wreck because what else could go wrong :)
