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Title: Everything is Different (Nothing Has Changed)
Author: Elise Olisbos
Keywords/Codes: futanari/dickgirl, fingering, handjob, FF
Summary: A shapeshifting sex-worker specializes in giving her
clients exactly what they need.
Author's Notes: Written for the 2013 Writing Competition at
Futanari Palace. Just so you know, the comments/reviews were
generally positive, but a few folks indicated that the
shapeshifting and sex was vanilla, and the plot was predictable.
So you can use that as a warning, if you like.




Midge shouldered her way through Jonquil's bedroom door with an
armful of large drinks and food packaged in greasy paper bags;
she simply stood there for a long moment, staring with an
incredulous expression on her round face. Jonquil removed the
headset with a smile she hoped wasn't too guilty, and refrained
from hiding the game-controller under the heavy quilt.

"I left you here this morning, playing that game," Midge said,
finally coming in all the way to set everything down on the wide
desk set near the bed. "You haven't even moved, Jonnie. You could
have put on a shirt!"

Jonnie glanced down her own chest, giving her bared tits an
assessing gaze, before wrinkling her nose. "I think I deserve a
whole day of Imperial Thunder, don't you?" She offered a smile
even brighter than before, but Midge simply pulled a sandwich out
of one of the bags and tossed it in her direction. Jonne snatched
it out of the air, unwrapping it rapidly. She hadn't realised
she'd been so hungry.

"That last session you had, was it bad?" Midge's tone seemed
mostly casual as she located the remote under the bed and changed
the channel from Jonnie's paused game to a local station. She
pulled the swivel chair close, and sat to start on her meal.
Jonnie took a big bite of her sandwich and chewed, thinking.

"Nah," she conceded with a shrug. "Client wanted me young, that's
all. She spent a lot of time eating out hairless pussy, too."

"How young?" Midge didn't look in her direction, staring at the
news in a fixed manner. Jonnie pursed her lips; Midge was far too
overprotective, really. She should know by now that Jonnie was
perfectly capable of taking care of herself. In any case, Midge
had always been like that in the time they'd known each other.
She worried if Jonnie was eating right, or drinking enough water,
or even regaining her memory.

Ten years ago, Jonquil woke into the world not knowing who she
was. She had no idea of her age, or her real name, nor even her
true appearance. Jonquil shifted from one form to another with an
easy, almost simplistic grace; it had been an obviously
unsettling experience for most of the medical staff at the
hospital. Midge's father had been the one nurse who had treated
Jonquil with any equanimity, and the family took her in after she
had been discharged. These days she stuck to an appearance that
resembled Midge and the other Wallace siblings: softly shaped yet
sturdily built, wide-set dark eyes above a round nose and a soft
chin. She even arranged her hair to have the same texture as
Midge's: today, it was styled into fine black braids which fell
just past her shoulders.

She took a sip of her cold drink and asked, "Want to see how
young?"

Midge shook her head, her wavy hair brushing against her cheeks.
After a few beats, she nodded very slowly.

"Watch," Jonnie said and when Midge turned in a reluctant yet
curious manner, she let the familiar sensation of change flow
over her skin. Her breasts diminished in size and her frame
shrunk down. She didn't have a mirror nearby, but she felt sure
that she gained a very close approximation to the image that the
client had shown her. Once she took on a form, she found she
could replicate it with fair accuracy afterward. It was as if her
body had a keen sort of recall.

Midge squinted at the shape of the naked, young teenager,
red-haired and freckled, a wide smirk on newly thin lips. "That's
young," she agreed with a quick wrinkle of her nose. "She fuck
you?"

"Yeah." Jonnie finished her sandwich and licked the tasty grease
from her fingers, going back to her Wallace-family shape. The
shade of her fingers darkened to a mocha from the cream of the
client's young fantasy. "Blew her load in me like four times. She
probably took some shit to keep her dick going, she was like
sixty or something."

"Jonquil--" Midge started in a exasperated tone. Jonnie held up a
hand, cutting off the rest of the imminent lecture.

"I checked her chip, Margaret. Her nanos were up to date, okay?"
She took a long, pointed sip of her drink, slurping noisily. "My
contraceptive ones, too."

"Okay, fine." Midge crushed the paper wrapping and stuffed it
into the bag, reaching to collect Jonnie's trash as well. "Do you
have a session--"

"Shh, wait." Jonnie leaned forward, staring at the television.
Midge looked as well and huffed. A news' report displayed a few
members of the Imperium struggling with a group of bank robbers.
Flux, from Company Two, whirled on the screen as the newscaster
let out a stream of excited commentary. She ducked in under a
hail of bullets and grabbed onto one of thieves even as she
increased in size, using one massive hand to crush their shoulder
and force them to their knees. Strands of her short, smooth hair
lay against her sweat-damp forehead.

Her team-mate Naja had been at the location as well, fully
immobilizing some of the other burglars with the toxin in her
bite. The deep cowl she always wore served to conceal the
cobra-like appendages on either side of her face. Jonnie had read
in some article that in battle, her hood flared out; right now,
Jonnie barely made out the slitted, yellow pupils of the
superbeing. She didn't spot Kid Mercury or Therma, so they were
probably on-duty somewhere else.

"You know, you could fight crime like them," Midge pointed out,
"instead of using your powers for evil."

"Giving people what they want is not evil." Jonnie spoke with a
very absent tone, still focused on the news report. The footage
of the bank robbery now cut to a view of journalists crowding
closely. They clamoured to get a comment from either of the two
superbeings as they handed over the group of robbers to
non-powered city security and headed for their armoured vehicle.
Naja smiled dangerously, her sharp fangs flashing white in the
shadows of her cowl. The reporters hung back.

"Besides," Jonnie said, turning to smile at Midge as the news
switched to the sports section, "I'm not even half as strong as I
need to be registered in the Imperium. What use is a
shapeshifter, anyway?"

"You know, I heard the other day that there was this one super--"
Midge tried to say and glowered as Jonnie cut her off again.

"I forgot, I have a session booked for this evening!" Jonnie
bounced off the bed, scattering the pillows and sheets. She wore
a pair of scanty blue panties, and they barely covered the swell
of her ass. Jonnie threw her arms around her adoptive sister and
pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. "I'm gonna get ready,
sweetie."

"Make sure your phone is charged!" Midge yelled as Jonnie
scampered to the bathroom. "Don't make me worry like last time!"

+

Jonnie stepped out of the city public transport and blinked in
disbelief at the unassuming structure at the end of a large
plaza. The client had sent their address to the website which
Jonnie used for business; the location turned out to be Central,
the headquarters for the Imperium. The current companies of
superbeings assigned to this massive city were assigned here,
while their residences remained undisclosed. Central drew attacks
from many supervillains on a regular basis, but its outer
sheathing was constructed from nulltrinium; therefore, it
withstood most concussive assaults admirably. Despite this,
Jonnie saw the dark openings of the gun ports at every level of
the four-storey building.

Jonnie took her time in strolling towards the wide steps, past
the statues of former superbeings who had served the Imperium. On
the first level, the likenesses of the original companies stood,
proudly facing the rectangular plaza.

On the final step, just in front of the colonnade, a single
statue occupied a space to the left. It depicted a woman in long
robes; her clothing fluttered in an unseen wind as she held out
one arm, as if to ward off a blow or release some form of
generated power. The material of her robes flared up in front of
her face as well, obscuring her features. Jonnie sidled close,
and eyed the plaque beside the statue: The Mighty Metis, small
gold lettering declared. Jonnie wrinkled her nose; never heard of
that superbeing before.

She dug out her phone out of her satchel and checked the time,
and then took a moment to send a quick text to Midge: I'm at
Central! Client could be my first super! Under the colonnade, the
main doors slid open, revealing a surprisingly small reception
area. Jonnie paused as a wave of energy passed over her head and
travelled down to her feet; some kind of defensive check, she
figured, and she hurried to the long counter on the left.

"Hello," a young man with blue skin greeted her, his pale eyes
regarding her with cool wariness. "Welcome to Central. How may I
assist you?"

"Hi, I was told to meet someone here." Jonnie checked the message
which had come to her phone from the website. "KV?"

"Passcode?" the man asked, still giving her that frosty stare.

Jonnie squinted at the tiny screen. "Polar six seven epsilon?"
She hoped she said that right. The blue man nodded and raised his
hand to point down a narrow corridor.

"Step in elevator two, and punch in P67E on the panel. Have a
nice day." He turned away from her and returned his attention to
the main doorway. Jonnie did as she was told; after she punched
in the code, she frowned slightly when she didn't feel any
movement of the elevator.

As the doors slid open, Jonnie started to say, "Hey, I don't
think this went anyw--"

She stared. The view beyond the doors was that of a slightly
messy living room. It looked more like a house and not a
business-like corridor. Jonnie stepped out, looking around with
her lips parted in surprise.

"Hey," a voice called out to the left and Jonnie whirled on her
heel, her mouth falling open a little more. Flux stood there
behind an armchair. "I'm KV. You can call me Kay, though. You
must be Jonnie?"

"Yeah! That's me, Jonquil Doe." Jonnie answered brightly, hoping
her surprise wasn't too apparent. Flux seemed a lot taller in
real life, and a little slimmer. She was dressed in civilian
clothes: a pair of black jeans and an old shirt, the loose collar
stretched wide; it was so different from the skin-tight uniform
of the Imperium. Her short hair was tussled, and her dark gaze
fixed intently on Jonnie's face.

Jonnie inhaled deeply and then let out her breath in a controlled
exhale. She put a hand on one hip and let a seductive tinge touch
the corners of her smile. "So, Kay. Who do you want me to be?"

Kay (and what an ordinary name that was for a super) just kept on
staring at her for a few uncomfortable beats, but Jonnie
withstood the weight of her regard. Then, Kay inclined her head
and walked towards a corridor, heading towards the left. Jonnie
hurried after, glancing over her shoulder to see if she could
spot the elevator doors.

They had disappeared.

+

"The elevators are really portal-shift systems," Flux--Kay
explained when Jonnie asked. She had a slight accent, and shaped
her vowels oddly. To Jonnie, it was a charming sound. "We're
connected to Central that way, but you need the passcodes, and
those change regularly. But I'm not in the mood to talk about
Central's security." Her expression was unreadable. "Let me show
you who you need to be."

Jonnie had wanted to know if Kay lived with the other members of
her team, for they had walked past a number of doors before
entering this large bedroom; muffled music had emanated from
behind one of them. She swallowed all her queries and took the
large photograph that Kay held out to her, setting down her
satchel on a nearby table.

The woman in the photo was slender and a good head taller than
Jonnie, matching Kay in height. She had skin the creamy shade of
aged lace; straight black hair that was cut in a straight fringe
across her forehead; and gorgeous brown eyes which tilted up
slightly at the edges. A slight smirk pulled at the sides of her
full lips. Jonnie studied it, nodded, and then handed back the
picture. Kay turned around to replace it in its frame. When she
faced Jonnie again, she inhaled sharply and blinked.

Jonnie smiled with the woman's mouth. This shape felt good,
comfortable. That was odd, because she had never tried it on
before. "Is this good?"

Kay swallowed hard. "Yes." Her voice was rough. "Perfect. Let's
check each other's chips, because I really need to kiss you."

Jonnie's throat went dry. She didn't usually kiss clients, but as
they pressed their right wrists against each other, she found
herself staring at Kay's mouth, wondering what she tasted like.
Information seeped into her mind from the chip: Kay was clean.

Kay grabbed onto her before she could say anything, kissing
Jonnie deeply. Her tongue flickered inside Jonnie's mouth,
drawing out moans with every curl of her tongue. She backed
Jonnie against the wall, one hand wrapped loosely around Jonnie's
throat. She easily supported Jonnie's weight as Jonnie hiked up
her short skirt and wrapped her legs around Kay's waist. As she
rolled her hips she felt the hard line of Kay's prick rubbing
against the plump mound of her pussy. Jonnie whimpered; her
juices dampened her panties.

She stumbled on her feet as Kay released her abruptly. The
superbeing pulled off her own shirt and shucked off her jeans;
she was muscular, but not exceedingly so. She wore no bra, and
her breasts were nicely shaped, two nice handfuls topped with
dark, erect nipples. Jonnie unbuttoned her long-sleeved shirt,
and wriggled out of her skirt. She stretched luxuriously, arms
arched above her head; this body felt really nice. She yelled in
wordless surprise when Kay grabbed her around the waist and spun
her around, depositing her on the bed. Jonnie bounced on the
thick mattress, parting her legs almost automatically to allow
Kay to settle between them. Kay's hips ground against hers as
they kissed, and Jonnie whimpered. She was so wet already.

Kay plundered her mouth with the same ruthlessness she showed
during battle. She pulled away, leaving Jonnie gasping, and
pulled down the frilly edge of her bra, sucking on a pert nipple.
The scraping sensation of her teeth seemed to race down to
Jonnie's pussy; she cried out in pleasure, grabbing at Kay's head
and tugging on the short strands.

One of Kay's hands wriggled between them, and pulled Jonnie's
panties to one side. Her fingers plunged into Jonnie's sopping
slit, rubbing on the stiff nub of her clit. Jonnie's hips jerked
and she stuck her hand into Kay's boring underwear. She wrapped
her fingers around the thick cock she found; the fleshy pole was
hot in her hand, and it throbbed as she swiped her thumb over the
dribbling slit.

"Fuck," Kay grunted out as Jonnie gave her cock a few strokes.
She took Jonnie's wrist in a grip that was only slightly painful,
considering her reputed strength, and pinned it to the side of
Jonnie's head.

"Yeah, baby. Shove it in me," Jonnie urged as Kay grabbed onto
her cock and wiped the wet head of it against Jonnie's pussy
lips, parting them. "Fuck, I want it so bad."

"Shut up," Kay groaned, and she pushed inside Jonnie's tight, hot
cunt. "Just shut up, or I'll come too fast."

"Nngghh!" Jonnie arched, damp thighs pressed tightly against
Kay's hips. Kay wasn't overly long, but she was thick; she seemed
to fill up all of Jonnie's insides. When she drew back, Jonnie
almost sobbed at the temporary loss of that rigid, pulsing girth.
Kay shoved in again, her arms now braced against the pillow on
either side of Jonnie's head for leverage. With every torrid
plunge, Jonnie felt as if all her breath pushed out of her in a
high-pitched whimper.

Kay's mouth found Jonnie's again as her cock drove into her in a
vivid rhythm. Jonnie couldn't dredge up a hint of dirty-talk as
she would with other clients; her whole being was bent towards
the feel of Kay's prick trouncing her pussy, their sweat-slick
stomachs rubbing together. She still had on her underwear, and
one of the leg-holes of her panties pulled tight against her
skin.

She gasped out, almost in disbelief, "You're gonna make me come,
Kay." One of her bra-straps slipped off her shoulder and down her
arm. Kay bit that shoulder and then pressed her lips to the curve
of Jonnie's ear.

"Yeah?"

Jonnie scrabbled at Kay's back and choked out, "I'm going
to--ah!" The walls of her cunt pulsed around Kay's cock.
Helplessly, she let out short, sharp cries. Kay's rhythm
stuttered into wild stabs, and Jonnie bucked underneath her even
more as she made one hard, grinding thrust and spunk flooded
Jonnie's quivering cunt in warm spurts.

Jonnie felt wrung out when her tremors died down. She hadn't
realised she had closed her eyes as she was coming. She opened
them when Kay pulled out of her, and their combined juices leaked
from between Jonnie's fucked-puffy labia.

"Whoa," Jonnie said, when she gained enough breath for words. Kay
let out a soft chuckle and pulled a case off one of the many
pillows, using it to wipe off her cock and then between Jonnie's
legs, very gently. Jonnie watched her as she got out of bed and
tossed the pillowcase into a doorway, probably a bathroom,
stooping to grab her t-shirt on the floor as she returned.

"I should probably get going," Jonnie said, even though she
really didn't want to. Kay glanced over her shoulder.

"You can stay the rest of the night," Kay answered and pulled her
shirt on, running her hand through her hair in a futile attempt
to neaten it. "If you want." She looked at Jonnie in that
piercing fashion of hers.

"That'll cost you," Jonnie said with a small smile. Kay's lips
twitched.

"I'm sure I can afford it."

Jonnie got up to dig her phone out of her bag. Spending the night
with the super. I'm fine, she texted.

Okay. Which super? Midge responded.

Tell you later, Jonnie sent and then dropped the phone in her
bag. Then, stripping off her bra and panties, she bounced into
bed.

"Hi," she said, wrapping her arms around Kay's neck.

"Hey." Kay pinched one of her nipples and grinned as Jonnie
moaned at her touch.

+

Jonnie moved slowly as she tugged out her back-up change of
clothes out of her satchel in Kay's bathroom, pulling them over
freshly showered skin. Her entire body had that boneless
well-fucked feeling that she rarely got after a session; most of
her clients didn't have Kay's stamina. She'd dozed in Kay's arms
last night after their first round, and had awoken some hours
later. She'd been lying on her side, one leg drawn up. Behind
her, Kay had been sliding in and out of her slick pussy, a slow
cadence that quickly evolved to frantic fucking. Jonnie had ended
on her arms and knees, gripping fistfuls of pillows as she yelled
hoarsely.

Now, she checked the skin at her hips, to see if Kay had left any
marks where she had gripped Jonnie. There were none, and Jonnie
regretted that a little. She dressed quickly and slung her
satchel across her torso, then stepped out of the bedroom.

She made her way through the corridor and out into the living
area she'd first encountered.

"Morning," Kay said and Jonnie turned to see her peering out over
a counter which separated the living room from a combined kitchen
and dining area. "I'm making pancakes. Want some?"

"Oh, wow. Okay, sure!" Jonnie set her satchel in one of the
armchairs and sat on one of the swivel stools. "Never had
pancakes made by a super before."

Kay laughed a little and flipped another pancake onto the stack
set on a plate next to the pan. She wore what appeared to be an
Imperium training outfit: grey sweatpants and a tightly fitting
white shirt. She had a fantastic body and Jonnie resisted the
urge to go around the counter and kiss her.

"Do you live with the other members of your team?" she asked
instead. Kay nodded.

"Kid Mercury went to spend some time with her boyfriend. Therma
has some experiments she's keeping an eye, back at Central. And
Naja's in her room, she hardly comes out of there." Kay brought
the pancakes with an extra plate and some syrup. She divided the
stack in half and set the plate in front of Jonnie.

"Looks good!" Jonnie took the fork Kay offered, and collected the
syrup as well. "Thanks, Kay."

"My name's Kelly," Kay told her, coming around to sit beside
Jonnie. "Kelly Velasquez."

Jonnie choked a little on the forkful of pancake she had placed
in her mouth. "Are you sure you should be telling me that?"

"You can stick to Kay if you want," Kay said with a careless
twitch of her shoulders, seeming amused as Jonnie dabbed at her
watering eyes. "It's not like it's a big secret, anyway."

"Really?" Jonnie furrowed her brow in doubt. "Well...if you're
sure."

Kay poured syrup over her pancakes. "I'm sure."

They ate for some moments in a companionable silence, and when
Kay fetched some coffee, Jonnie ventured, "That person you wanted
me to shift into, who is she?" When Kay turned around with her
eyebrows raised, Jonnie said hurriedly, "You don't have to tell
me if you don't want to."

"It's fine," Kay said in a toneless manner. "You're still wearing
her body, by the way."

Jonnie glanced down at herself, a little shocked. It was true:
she hadn't shifted back to the Wallace-form and still wore the
slim frame of the woman in the photo.

"It's fine," Kay repeated when Jonnie looked up numbly. She set a
red cup of coffee in front of Jonnie and took a sip from her own
mug as she sat down again. "And she was the Mighty Metis."

Jonnie frowned in concentration. That name stroke a note in her
mind. "Wait, she has a statue outside of Central."

Kay's controlled expression contorted for a brief moment, and
then smoothed out before she answered. "Yeah. She was pretty
powerful."

"You knew her well?" Jonnie turned fully towards Kay, eyes wide.
Kay glanced at her and then smiled a little.

"I joined the Imperium right out of Central Training, and Metis
was assigned as my mentor. She taught me nearly everything I know
as a super."

"And then you started sleeping together," Jonnie guessed. Kay
rocked her head from side to side, her smile growing wider.

"Yeah. She was a huge pain in the ass," Kay said in a tone full
of exasperated but fond recollection, and Jonnie laughed out
loud. "She thought she was better than everybody, and I guess she
was. But she had a really keen sense of right and wrong. And she
was good at being exactly what you wanted." Kay turned and gazed
at Jonnie for a very long moment.

"What--" Jonnie paused to swallow. Her throat felt strangely
tight. "What were her powers?"

"Shapeshifter, like you," Kay answered promptly. "She could even
shift her DNA slightly, and avoid detection. And she had the
ability to mimic the powers of another super, as long as she had
skin contact. She was really amazing."

Jonnie shifted on her stool, not wanting to meet Kay's heavy
gaze. "I'm pretty positive that I'm not as amazing as Metis."

"The last battle she fought in was against the Tengu." Kay's
voice was very quiet, but it seemed to ring in Jonnie's ears.
"Running the aerial line of attack. She nearly had them when then
there was this...massive explosion."

Jonnie flinched. Her skin prickled in goosebumps and she hugged
herself, rubbing her arms. A tight knot of pain took rooted
itself in her temples.

"We never found her body," Kay continued in that serene tone yet
ringing manner. "That was ten years ago, near the South
Division."

"No." Jonnie staggered off her stool and backed away, one hand
held out as if trying to ward off Kay's words. "No."

"When we found out you were a shapeshifter, Therma did some
digging." Kay got up very slowly and took a single step. "The
hospital you woke up in was right on the edge of the South
Division. You're brilliant at hiding, you always were, Metis--"

"Don't call me that!" Jonnie screamed. Her head felt as if it was
it was splitting in two. She raised her hands, for she felt Kay
came too close, and then jumped when she struck the super. She
stared at her own arms. They had increased in size and length,
and her now-massive fists had shoved Kay against the opposite
wall, pinning her there. How did this happen? This was Flux's
power!

Kay said, "Only Metis copied my power so perfectly," and Jonnie
couldn't take anymore. She shook her arms, returning them to
their regular size without thought and fled towards the front
door, wrenching it open. She escaped out onto a lawn that needed
some trimming and headed for the road which meandered through the
quiet neighbourhood, ignoring Kay's shouts.

She ran even though the muscles in her thighs burned, tears
welling in her eyes. Some kind of force rolled over her at the
intersection, similar to the security scan at Central. She
stopped, wincing at the stitch in her side, and looked back. The
road on which she'd just raced was gone. A quiet copse of trees
stood there at the side of the road.

Midge had to pay for the taxi that took Jonnie home, and held her
as she curled in bed. A few times she asked, "Whose body is this,
Jonnie?" but she stopped when Jonnie's only response had been
violent shivers.

+

Jonnie sat in the middle of the couch, picking at a loose thread
in the pajamas she wore. A slight tremor coursed through her
fingers, Wallace-dark again. She felt tired and worn out; her
throat felt sore, and she still had no memory at all of being the
Mighty Metis.

"Are you sure?" Midge yelled from the kitchen. "I mean, if you
don't want to, you don't have to."

"I'm sure," Jonnie called back. "I need this, I guess."

The doorbell rang and Midge rushed to open the door. Jonnie heard
murmuring in the hallway but didn't raise her head. Footsteps
approached the living room and her satchel appeared in the corner
of her vision, deposited lightly on the cushion beside her.

"You left this by my place," Kay said and she smiled when Jonnie
finally met her gaze. "I should have probably done that
differently. Therma and Naja chewed me out for that." She
wrinkled her nose. "Kid Mercury too, and that was kind of unfair.
She joined our team three years ago, she didn't even know Metis."

Jonnie was surprised into a laugh. She lifted her bag, hugging to
her chest. Kay hooked a booted foot under a nearby footstool and
dragged it close to take a seat right in front of Jonnie. She
sighed, and opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm not sure what I can give you," Jonnie said before she could
say anything. "If I'm really her, I don't remember. I just
don't."

"That's fine," Kay said, but she sounded so hollow, and ancient.
"It doesn't matter. You're Jonquil Doe, now. I'm just really
happy you're okay."

Jonnie looked at her for a few long beats. Kay's expression was
soft and very open, so different from the stony cast of her face
when the reporters approached her. Ten years, she thought and she
held out her hand without thinking about what she was doing. Kay
blinked rapidly; when she took Jonnie's hand, Jonnie shifted to
that other comfortable shape, that of the Mighty Metis.

She tugged. Kay leaned forward willingly, and Jonnie met her
halfway in a surprisingly hesitant kiss, considering the
fantastic sex they'd had.

"You still owe me for last night," Jonnie whispered against Kay's
lips. Kay drew back a few inches, her eyes wide in astonishment.
"Double-time, too."

"Still a pain in the ass," Kay answered, fondness weaving in her
voice. She ducked in for another kiss, and paused at an urgent
beeping that emanated from a silver bracelet on her left wrist.
She sighed, and stood up. "Duty calls. See you around?" She asked
this last with a calculated nonchalance, but the skin at the
corners of her eyes seemed tight.

"See you around," Jonnie agreed, and then grinned widely. "And I
won't charge you a dime for that, either."

Kay laughed, a low, lovely sound. She closed her right hand over
the bracelet. "Good to know." Dark blue light spilled from
between her fingers and spread. It glowed as it covered her
completely, and then flashed a blinding white. When Jonnie
stopped squinting, Kay had disappeared.

"That is simultaneously creepy and cool," Midge observed from the
arched entry, a bowl of cereal in her hand. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Jonnie put her satchel on the couch and lay down, using
it as a pillow. She smiled, mostly to herself. "Just what I
needed."

the end

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