Some Things Never Change  
By: ROBO
 
   Matt took a sip of his 44-oz Coke. "Another fuckin' late shift," he 
thought. He was disgruntled that his manager had called him in again to 
cover for some idiot who didn't show up. He looked up at the clock on 
the wall, 3:25, it read. He had another two and a half hours before the 
dawn shift person would come and relieve him. He set the Coke down and 
picked up the latest issue of "Knockers" that had yet to be put on the 
shelf. The brunette centerfold was giving him a hard-on. He swallowed 
the rest of his twinkie and licked the cream from his fingers that had 
oozed out of the sponge cake.  
   He was flipping through the pages, from the middle (where the 
centerfold was) to the beginning of the mag. He came to the section 
where "readers" responded to previous issues and set it on the table to 
get more comfortable. It made for good reading in the wee hours of the 
night.  
   Truth to tell, he wasn't all that unhappy about working this shift. He 
didn't have a social life anyway. His hair was unkempt and as he stood 
up, his jeans showed his butt crack. They were too far below his waist. 
His giant beer-gut wouldn't allow for his pants to be pulled up any 
higher than they were. He belched and grabbed the magazine and settled 
back into his chair. Looking up at the clock again its digital read-out 
displayed: 3:31. He wanted to bring his small television and 
Playstation on these night shifts but thought about how that would look 
if his manager walked in. He would definitely be fired if his boss 
walked in and saw him playing video games when there was stocking and 
inventory to do. The only things he enjoyed doing, however, was reading 
these magazines and keeping bums from loitering around the building.  
   It was good working these late hours, hardly anyone came in.&;&;
Being on 
the outskirts of Los Angeles on the bad side of the city had its 
advantages. They paid him a little more for working this shift in this 
neighborhood. A whopping $8.10 an hour. The real reason why he found 
himself pulling so many late shifts was that the manager didn't like 
him. The manager, Mr. Robinson, had only been with the company, Quick 
Stop-n-Gas, for a little under a year compared to the eight years Matt 
had been working for the company. Matt thought he was a punk kid out of 
college. He was only twenty-six, some seventeen years younger than 
himself. The reason Mr. Robinson didn't want him pulling day shifts was 
he found Matt slightly repugnant. The night-shift was where the fat, 
stringy brown-haired man belonged. Hell, if Mr. Robinson could see him 
now, he'd notice that Matt hadn't even bothered to shave. The stubble 
on his face continued down his neck and became hair on his chest. Shit, 
even his back looked like a grizzly bear. Despite his requests to get 
Matt to at least change his employee uniform shirt at least three times 
a week, Matt just ignored him. By the weekend his shirt was filthy. 
Mr. Robinson had made it a point to make sure each employee had at least 
four employee shirts.  
   Time crept slowly in these hours and after standing up to stretch he 
sat back down again on the chair behind the cash register and flipped 
through another magazine. He heard a car outside sputtering as it came 
up through the entrance. As he gazed outside, he saw the car was 
jerking forward and then dying out. He chuckled at the poor fool as he 
realized it was last year's model of Jaguar. The windows were tinted. 
The car parked right beside his old gray VW van and the driver came out. 
He saw him reach in his pocket for something and then he started walking 
towards the door. He entered the door looking like he was disgusted by 
having to come into a convenience store.  
   "Do you have change for a $50?" he asked Matt.  
   "I can only open the door when you make a purchase," Matt said whimsically.  
   "Shit, man! I'll make a damn purchase then." He turned and walked to 
buy a bottle of water.  
   Matt put the magazine away and looked out towards the car. The
passenger side window began to roll down and he could make out a 
brunette with blonde highlights sitting in the seat. She looked hot. 
He could see she was wearing a shoulder-exposing dress which was held up 
by two thin straps going over her shoulders. He looked at the guy 
approaching him and saw he looked pretty spiffy as well.  
   "If only I was that thin. I'd get all the chicks for sure," he
thought. He looked out the window again to see the girl but felt his 
heart drop when two black guys and a Hispanic with tattoos on his arm 
appeared in the window. He had never had trouble before and didn't want 
to start now. He stood up straight and tried to look impressive so they 
wouldn't fuck with him. They entered and in what seemed like a flash 
one of them was holding a gun to his head.  
   "Open the fuckin' door to the safe. NOW!" he yelled.  
   Matt could feel spit on the side of his face and his anal
sphincter 
loosen up a little too much. The other two men headed towards the guy 
from the car.  
   "Whatever you guys want, I'll give it to you," he said boldly but 
feeling scared as a pussycat. The two guys took his watch, wallet, and 
gold necklace he was wearing.  
   "Open the god-damned door, you fat slob," the other one yelled even 
louder.  
   Matt said he couldn't open the safe because he didn't have the 
combination. It was a stupid attempt to get them to go away he realized 
a second too late, he shouldn't have opened his mouth. The guy stepped 
back and put a slug through his heart and then settled for whatever was 
in the cash register. Matt fell hard. Just then, one of the other men 
pulled out a gun and shot the video camera that was in the corner of the 
space behind the register. Then with lightening reflexes, turned around 
and shot the guy from the car, sending a bullet grazing past his temple 
and making him fall with a loud "thud" to the ground.  
   "Yo man, we need to get out of here."  
   "Hang on, I almost got all the cash."  
   The three men exited and saw the classic Jaguar. They all knew
instantly what kind of wheels they needed to make their escape.  
   One of the guys put his hand up to the window to look through
the tint and saw a girl sitting in the passenger seat.  
   "Open the door! NOW!"  
   She didn't know what to do but opening the door wasn't an option. Just 
then glass caved in towards her as a bullet came crashing in through the 
driver's side. One of the guys got in and pulled her towards him.  
   "Where the keys at?"  
   "I don't know. Get the hell out of here!" she yelled back only to find 
a gun's barrel shoved in her mouth. She reached for the car's club 
underneath her legs and tried to whack the guy on the side of the head 
but he blocked her with his left hand.  
   "I'm in no mood for games, Honey," he said with a smile as he pulled 
the trigger, "you're a good-looking bitch."  
   He tried to start the car but the engine wouldn't turn over and sirens 
were heard in the distance from the emergency button Matt had managed to 
press. The three ran off leaving the scene. The area surrounding the 
gas station was dead quiet only being lit by a flickering light. As the 
shadows in the parking lot seemed to dance, a man emerged from the side 
of the building walking towards the entrance. He was dressed in a dirty 
trench coat with rips and holes in it and old jeans. In his left hand 
he held a bottle of Jack, more than half empty. In his right, he held a 
small leather-bound book.  
   "Can't let the mood escape. Gotta cram an egg. Bouncing balls and 
falling stars. Fix up that playground," he mumbled to himself as he 
looked at the car with its open door and shattered window. He stood for 
a minute, in a daze, and then looked inside the store.  
   He entered the store and looked at the bleeding and unconscious 
employee. Walking around the aisles he looked at the other man and then 
gazed up to look at the girl outside. He shook his head and said, "No, 
this isn't right. It must be fixed. Then he pulled out the book from 
his pocket and read a passage. The sirens were heard getting closer now 
as the bum walking away mumbling and laughing to himself. 
 
II.  
   Matt awoke and feeling tired and groggy. He could see he was in a 
hospital but when he tried to get up he discovered his ankles and wrists 
were tied down. He heard a nurse say, "Oh! Don't struggle . . . you 
have a concussion and those straps are in case you have a seizure." She 
came into view, smiled and said, "You gave us quite a scare, I'll get 
the doctor now, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm your biggest 
fan!" and she left the room. Matt was thinking, "What the hell did that 
mean? Biggest Fan? Who does she think I am?"  
   In a few minutes the doctor came into his field of view and said, "So 
you're awake!" He came over and started shinning a light into Matt's 
eyes. "Yes, it seems you have a concussion but I think you should make 
a full recovery. How do you feel?"  
   Matt tried to speak but his mouth was dry and he was still groggy but 
he managed a "fine" just out of habit.  
   "That's good. Patient is comprehensive," he said while writing onto 
some sort of folder.  
   The doctor continued, "you have a visitor."  
   The man that had come into the store ("last night maybe?" Matt 
thought.) came into the room. Matt thought, "well at least the guy 
seems to care."  
   The bearded man approached Matt in a way that Matt didn't know what to 
make of, "Oh, Baby, I'm glad you're gonna be okay. I was so worried."  
   Matt was horrified, as it was obvious this guy was gay or something. 
Then the door opened and a woman entered and gave the bearded guy a 
nasty look. She came over and her face took on a look of concern as she 
addressed Matt, "I came as quick as I could when I heard about the 
accident. Matt got enough of his voice back to ask a weak sounding, 
"Who are you?"  
   The woman looked stunned and slightly pulled back from the question. 
She uttered, almost with a tear in her eye, "Why Sweet-heart, I'm your 
mother."  
   "You're not my mother!" replied Matt as he struggled to say more.  
   The doctor came over and said, "I was hoping this wouldn't happen. I 
think she may have amnesia."  
   Matt thought, did the doctor just say SHE?  
   The doctor turned to the woman and said, "We can never tell till they 
wake up."  
   He then focused his attention towards Matt and said, "What is your name?"  
   Matt looked at him and said, "Matt. Matthew Jaspin."  
   The doctor and woman looked at each other and the doctor said, "I 
better get a specialist in for this as it may be more complicated than I 
thought."  
   Matt said, "Who do you think I am?" he frowned as his voice
sounded so 
soft and weak as he realized he must be in more serious of a condition 
than he realized.  
   The doctor said, "Don't worry, Ms. Carey. You're in a hospital being 
treated for head trauma." He took a penlight out of the pocket on his 
smock and pointed the light into Matt's eyes. "Everything's going to be 
all right. We just need you to rest while we get Dr. Smithers up here."  
   Matt looked at him and said, "I know who I am. Who the hell
are you 
guys?" Then he thought back to what the doctor had said as he began to 
gain a little more awareness, "Head trauma?"  
   The doctor held up a mirror to Matt's face and said, "try to
remember . 
. . "   
   Matt was shocked as the face was that of the girl in the nice car. He 
looked at it and couldn't believe it. Then he started to recognize the 
face. He hadn't noticed at first but he looked a lot like that singer . 
. . oh, what's her name?  
   The doctor said, "Your name is Mariah Carey and you've been in a

shooting incident. Can you tell me what you remember?"  
   Matt started to hyperventilate, the doctor told the nurse to get a 
sedative. Matt was starting to have a panic attack, he couldn't believe 
what was happening, "this must be a nightmare" kept resounding in his 
mind. It seemed like reality was twisting and speeding up. 
 
   The strange woman came over again and said, "calm down sweet heart, 
I'll help you get better."  
   The nurse returned and the doctor injected something into Matt's arm 
and Matt started to feel so sleepy as everything went dark. 
 
***************  
   Matt opened his eyes slowly and saw a strange woman sleeping in a chair 
across the room. He felt so odd, yet so . . . healthy. His breathing 
wasn't forced or labored but he also felt weaker. He could feel his 
hair underneath his head. "Jeez, how long have I been out?" he thought 
as he felt the sensation of hair pulling his scalp when he tilted his 
head to try to get a better view. Then he noticed a dull pain in his 
arm and he looked down to see an IV needle injected into . . . his THIN 
arm. He moved his fingers. His mind was perceiving the situation as 
surreal. It seemed like reality was in slow motion. He shook his head 
trying to clear up what was going on. Then he looked at the sleeping 
lady again. He remembered before when she had come towards him. It 
wasn't a dream. But who was she? Then he tried to remember how he got 
here . . .  
   The gunmen! The last thing he could remember was being held-up at the 
store. He was shot! He looked down as he reached up with both arms to 
his heart. There was no pain but what shocked him even more was the 
lack of fat that used to make up his belly . . . it was as if it had 
been displaced to his breasts. He gazed down and saw his hands with his 
fingernails painted red holding two breasts. He started 
hyperventilating again. He could feel his hands holding his chest 
through the thin hospital gown he was wearing. He had sensation. He 
looked down again. He was feeling two breasts! Then he saw his feet at 
the end of the bed. The toenails were painted as well. This wasn't his 
body. He propped his upper torso up and looked down at his body, or 
someone else's body rather. His mind began spinning as he grabbed for 
the rail. He had perfect control of his hands and feet and arms only it 
wasn't his body!  
   The cold sterile room and the weirdness of the situation made goose 
bumps appear on his arm. He wanted to take the needle out of his arm 
but his mind began to feel nausea. Again he noticed his hair. He 
reached up and felt it and pulled a lock so he could see it better. It 
was a light brown color with a slight wave to it. It was his hair! 
Then he reached up to his face and felt unfamiliar contours. Even his 
tongue felt his new teeth were not quite right inside his mouth. The 
curvature of teeth was different. Then he heard the door and saw a man 
walk in that he recognized only after he approached a little closer.  
   The man threw a little dust from the pocket of his trench coat onto the 
sleeping woman and then came closer to Matt. He waved his arm at the 
television set and it instantly came on showing only black and white 
static.  
   "It's you. You did this to me! Whatever you did, change me back!" 
Matt yelled in protest.  
   "Oh you wouldn't want that. Take a look up on the screen."  
   Matt looked up to the television screen as the image on the TV set 
began to show color and then an image with another flick of the old 
vagrant's hand. Matt saw himself lying on a gurney of some sort. Then 
a man dressed as a surgeon entered with a large knife and chest vice in 
his hand and cut into Matt's chest. There were no other doctor's 
present, just the lone surgeon.  
   "Where's the rest of the operating room team?" Matt asked, knowing that 
when surgeons operated there was a whole team to help him out. That 
much he knew from watching "e.r."  
   "Oh that's no doctor," the vagrant said. "That's the city coroner. 
He's just trying to remove the bullet for the LAPD." Then the screen 
went blank. "So, like I said before, I don't think you'll want your old 
body back." He then smiled and started walking towards the door.  
   "Wait.!" Matt yelled again, this time with a pleading resonance in his 
voice, "You can't leave me like this. What am I supposed to do?"  
   "Don't worry, my Pretty. I'm just showing you the kind of
mercy you 
never showed us. You kick us transients around without any regard to 
where we'll stay and leave us to the Fates. Now it's your turn. Have a 
good life!" He exited the room and walked down the hallway as the lady 
began to wake up. Matt wanted to follow him and make, no . . . force 
him to give him his body back but the I.V. needle kept him in his place.  
   As the vagrant walked down the hallway, an elder Black woman was

walking towards him in the hallway. It was Mariah's grandmother. As 
the two passed each other, the old lady sneered sensing something wrong 
with the man that had just passed her. She could also sense something 
wasn't right as she approached the room of her granddaughter. She 
walked into the room and saw her daughter-in-law and Matt. She could 
sense something was out of place, she just couldn't tell what. 
 
***************  
   Matt looked at the old woman and thought, "if I don't start to 'act' 
like Mariah Carey they'll lock me up in a nut house."  
   The old woman frowned at her granddaughter. Something was not sitting 
right with her.  
   Just then the woman in the chair woke up and stretched and saw
her 
mother-in-law and said a polite "Hello". Then she turned her attention 
to her daughter and said, "Sweetheart, are you feeling better now?"  
   Matt thought, "well here goes nothing!" as he managed a little smile 
acknowledging he was feeling a lot better, "Yes, I'm feeling a little 
better, Mom."  
   The woman's face lit up and she began to cry.  
   At first Matt thought he had said something wrong but then realized 
they were tears of happiness. The woman said, "are you starting to 
remember things better now, Hon?"  
   Matt said, "Well things are really foggy but I am starting to
remember some things now."  
   "Oh, Sweet heart . . . and do you remember your name?  
   Matt swallowed hard on this one and said, "It's me, Mariah,
Mom!"  
   The woman jumped out if her chair and said, "praise the Lord,
you're 
gonna be all right! I'm going to get the doctor and be right back," as 
she hurried out of the room.  
   Matt let out a sigh of relief and saw the old woman standing
there with 
an icy stare. She came over shaking and grabbed Matt's thin arm and 
said, "I don't know who you are, but you are NOT MY GRAND DAUGHTER!"  
   Matt started to panic again as he tried to pull free of the
elder woman 
but his new body was weaker than his male body and he was still groggy 
from the drugs. He said, "I don't know what you mean?"  
   The woman glared at her and said, "You will not fool me, you 
hell-spawned demon!"  
   Matt was quickly becoming terrified of this woman. "How does she 
know?" was the first thing that ran through his mind. Not that he was 
some demon possessor, but that the old lady was able to know that she 
was not her granddaughter.  
   The door opened and the doctor came in followed by Mariah's mother, as 
the old woman whispered something to the mother and then left. The 
mother had frowned at what had been said but then shrugged it off. The 
doctor talked to Mariah for what seemed like hours but was closer to 
only 45 minutes, and then smiled and said, "Well, it looks like we won't 
need the psychiatrist now since it seems you have just simple amnesia  
from the head trauma. We'll keep you for the rest of the day for 
observation and then you can go home."  
   Matt smiled politely and wondered if he was getting in over his head. 
Mariah's mother leaned over and gave Matt a kiss on the forehead and 
said, "I'm gonna go now but I'll be back tomorrow to bring you home 
where you belong." She exited the room along with the doctor as he was 
signing her medical record.  
   Matt sighed and sat in the room alone wondering what to do now. He saw 
the mirror laying on the night table and picked it up and looked at 
himself, or rather herself now. He marveled at his new face and it's 
delicate features. He ran a hand across his face feeling it's new 
contours. Matt thought, "I'm a TOTAL BABE! She's gotta be rich so 
maybe this won't be so bad after all." He set the mirror down on the 
night stand and smiled as he thought, "besides I won't need those girlie 
mags anymore." He looked down at his chest, or breasts rather, and 
lifted up his hospital gown so he could get a good look at his tits as 
he began caressing them. "Who needs pictures when you can have the real  
thing whenever you want . . . only problem other than being the wrong 
sex is that Mariah's music sucks . . . I'm gonna have to change that."  
   Matt then realized he needed to pee, it was a familiar yet different 
feeling. He rose from the bed and walked towards the bathroom. 
Although he had complete control of his body it felt so different with 
the center of gravity and the hips that seemed to sway naturally. He 
made his way to the bathroom and faced the toilet and pulled up his gown 
 and went to grasp his penis and suddenly realized that of course he 
didn't have one. He sighed as he turned around and sat down. He looked 
down at his female mound and thought, "I wonder how this damn thing 
works." Then the pee started in more of a spray than a stream. Matt 
finished the thought, "I guess I'm suppose to sit and wipe myself." He 
wiped himself and dropped the toilet paper in the bowl. He then looked 
at his pussy, reached down and began to stroke it finding the sensation 
very good. He was startled by a knock at the door and replied to it  
with a nervous, "Yes?"  
   "Sorry to bother you, Ms. Carey, but you have a visitor," a nurse said.  
   "Just a second, I'll be right out," replied Matt nervously as if he had 
almost been caught in the act. He stood up and thought, "Now I gotta 
make sure I don't blow this so I can live the easy life as Mariah 
Carey." He left the bathroom and saw Mariah's boyfriend with a bouquet 
of flowers and a bag. "Oh God," he thought as he saw the man who had 
driven the car up that night, "I don't know if I can act that much like 
Mariah." 
 
III.  
   "Hi there!" said the man entering the room.  
   Matt smiled and gave a timid, "Hi," in return.  
   The man handed Matt the flowers and said, "these are from me . . ."  
   Matt took them and didn't really know how to act so he sniffed them and 
smiled and said they're beautiful." Matt turned to put them on the bed 
and heard the man finish his sentence, " . . . but they're not half as 
beautiful as you".  
   Matt was afraid of what those words meant as he bent over to
grab the card in the bouquet to read it:  
   To Mariah, 
     I miss you so much. 
   Love, Rick  
   Rick said, " . . . and these are from your Mom," while handing
Matt the bag.  
   Matt looked inside the bag and heard Rick say, "I'll wait in the
hall for you" and then heard the door shut behind him.  
   "Dammit! Couldn't my 'mom' have sent me some pants and a
t-shirt," 
Matt thought as he opened the bag that his new 'boyfriend' had brought. 
The contents had some thin pink panties with a matching bra, panty hose 
and a pink silk blouse with a deep-cut neckline and a short black skirt, 
and a pair of black 1 3/4 inch high heeled shoes.  
   Matt dumped the contents onto the bed and sighed, "Well I guess
I'm gonna have to get used to these clothes."  
   He reached down and held up the panties and then put them on. The 
panties did nothing to offer him much coverage. They weren't like 
boxers. They rode high on the sides and showed most of his leg as they 
went up in-between the cheeks of his butt. They did, however, feel very 
nice to wear. Matt stepped out of the hospital gown and picked up the 
bra. He struggled to get it on so his breasts would stay in the cups.  
   A nurse came who was cleaning up in the other room and peered through 
the open door. She came in and said, "here let me give you a hand with 
that," as she helped him fasten it in the back. As he moved around he 
instantly noticed just how much the bra kept his breasts in place. The 
nurse then turned to leave and said, "it's been nice to meet you, 
Mariah," and left the room.  
   Matt always felt they were talking to someone else but figured he would 
eventually get used to his new name. He then looked at the pantyhose 
and sighed. "I guess they're like tube socks," he thought as he bunched 
them down like he used to do with his tube socks. He got it on one foot 
then the other. He then pulled them up and gasped in delight as the 
 soft nylon slid effortlessly over his soft shapely smooth legs. It felt 
strange to have his legs encased in nylon but he had to admit his legs 
looked good and felt good too.&; He picked up the shiny pink silk blouse 
and put it on. It was hard to button since the buttons were inverted 
the wrong way around from what he was used to. The soft material felt 
good though but it showed far too much cleavage when all the buttons 
were done up. Matt then stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. He 
zipped it up in back and found it a tight yet comfortable fit. He then 
stepped into the high heeled shoes and wobbled around for a few seconds 
before being able to walk somewhat normal. He still felt naked and 
didn't want to go outside with so much of his . . . cleavage showing. 
Not only that, but he was used to wearing jeans and never showed his 
legs to the world. He felt uncomfortable with so much of his skin 
showing and felt like he was on display. "Oh well," Matt thought as he 
exited the room, "here goes nothing."  
   "Ready?," Rick asked Matt as he stood behind a wheelchair.  
   Matt realized it was customary to be wheeled out of a hospital so he 
managed a small nod of approval and sat down in it.  
   As he was being wheel-chaired through the hallways he saw bouquet upon 
bouquet of flowers lying on the side of the hallway from fans of Mariah. 
Somehow the word had leaked out that she was injured in a "car 
accident." Matt smiled at the staff that were in the hallway waiting to 
say their good-byes to such a big star.&; He managed a smile but 
couldn't help but think they could all see right through his facade. 
Then for the first time since the waking up he realized that Mariah was 
dead and he was now her for the rest of his life. His face took on a 
slightly somber tone. She was dead and he was now a girl! He couldn't 
just go back to his apartment and get away from this madness. He was 
going to somewhere where he had never been. He had to hang around 
people he had never met. The world seemed like it was spinning too fast 
and he wanted off.  
   The flowers made him realize just how special Mariah must have been.
But at least he was alive. He may have not liked her music, but he was 
now her. He couldn't see his old friends again, Jack or Bill. And his 
mother who was living near Riverside. What about her? He couldn't 
leave her thinking he was dead, could he?  
   He felt so small and petite as he was wheeled into the elevator
and down to the basement so he could avoid all the photographers and fans on 
the first floor. A limo waited on the side of the hospital where the 
laundry trucks usually came. He smiled as he looked at the long black 
car. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.  
   As he was being driven to his new home, he avoided any eye contact with
Rick who had wheeled him down. If felt awkward with him in the car with 
her. He kept thinking, "what exactly was their relationship?" He tried 
to think about other things and focused on his patient medical record 
that he had grabbed from the side of the bed and stuck with the rest of 
"his" personal belongings.  
Patient's name: Mariah Carey 
Date of birth: March 27, 1970. 
Place of birth: Long Island, New York. 
Height: 5' 9" 
Hair color: brown 
Eyes: brown 
weight: 125 lbs.  
   He looked over her vital stats and re-read them a few times as
well as the doctor's progress notes. If he was going to do this, he wanted to 
get it right. Obviously having amnesia would definitely help him out!  
   Finally the car pulled up to a nice big house and the man helped
her out. Matt looked at the house and smiled. "Yes, I knew Mariah had to 
be rich and now it's all mine," thought Matt. Rick put his arm around 
Matt's waist startling him. "Do you remember your house, Babe?"  
   Matt said, "not really" not liking a man's arm around him. He
also didn't like being called Babe! They entered the house and went inside.  
   "I'm so glad you're home, Baby," said Rick, "It's been lonely
here by myself."  
   Matt turned around to not show his look of shock and disgust
that was forming on his face. "Oh God, they live together," thought Matt "what 
am I gonna do now?"  
   Before Matt could do anything Rick came up behind Matt and put
his hands around his waist and pulled her back against his chest. He leaned 
over across the shoulder of the woman and whispered, "I've missed you 
most of all in bed," into Matt's ear. Matt was petrified and his mind 
was scrambling to find away out of this situation. Rick then began 
gently kissing the side of Matt's neck which he didn't want at all. 
Finally Matt said, "Rick, I'm sorry but this concussion has given me a 
really bad headache so could we do this another time when I'm feeling 
better?"  
   "Sure, Baby," replied Rick, but he still kept his arms around
Matt. 
"So baby, are you sure that you are feeling good enough to go to the 
Grammies?" asked Rick.  
   "Uh . . .," Matt was not sure what to say, "Yeah, I want to
go," he finally said not wanting to seem too uncooperative which might arise 
suspicion about him. Matt did not like having a man's arms around him 
as it made him feel so small and petite so he told Rick that she had to 
go powder her nose and broke away from his grip.  
   Later, Matt looked around the house and explored and liked what
he saw. 
It wasn't his taste in d&;cor but it looked like lots of expensive stuff. 
Matt thought ,"Now if I can only figure out what to do with that clingy 
boyfriend I'll be home free." 
 
***************  
   He came back from 'powdering his nose' and sat down on a sofa
totally ignoring Rick. He picked up a copy of "Vogue" that was sitting on the 
coffee table and proceeded to thumb through the pages.  
   "I'll let you get settled in now," Rick said as he stood by the
bar, "but I hope everything is good between us. I know we were having that . 
. . 'little' dispute before we pulled into that damned store but I wish 
you could know how much I worried about you while you were in a coma," 
Rick said suavely, trying to sound concerned. All he wanted was to get 
into her panties.  
   Matt looked up feeling a slight tinge of hope about there being 
friction between the two before and said, "I just need some time to 
myself. I need a few days."  
   Rick stared at the young beauty feeling the pain of rejection
eating him up, "All right. I'll give you some time . . . but just remember you 
have that video shoot in a couple of days and the Grammies are tomorrow 
night. The record label is counting on you to keep on schedule. The 
doctor said it was only a mild concussion so I'm going through with 
everything and keeping you on schedule. You know where to reach me if 
you need me and Lucia is in the maid-house if you need her," he said as 
he grabbed his coat and walked out of the house.  
   Matt felt overjoyed. For the first time since he had woken up
from his coma he was alone. Alone in this giant house. He jumped up from the 
sofa he was sitting on and ran towards the window where he peeked 
outside and saw Rick's car driving off. A wisp of hair fell into his 
face as he gave a broad smile seeing Rick leave. Then he slipped his 
shoes off and walked around the living room checking out his new  
entertainment system and the pictures on the wall. He seemed like he 
was walking in a museum since he felt like nothing belonged to him. He 
looked at pictures of him, or Mariah rather, and his new family and 
other people who he had no idea as to who they were. His heart was 
beating fast like he had just stumbled onto some treasure. Across the 
room he saw the kitchen and wandered in seeing what kind of food there 
was to eat. Nothing. Just a bunch of fruit sitting on the counter and 
some vegetables on the bottom shelf of the frig and some milk, juice, 
and eggs. He looked into the huge back yard and saw a swimming pool and 
Jacuzzi which brought a smile to his lovely face.  
   He made it to the main hallway checking out decorative silver 
containers and plates and candles sitting on small wooden tables. He 
poked his head into several rooms trying to find his room. He came to 
an exercise room loaded with a bike machine and free weights as well as 
other machines. A door leading him down stairs brought him to a room he 
recognized as a small recording studio with electronic consoles. 
Wandering back through the hallway he found several guest rooms. 
Finally he came to his new room and entered slowly, as if he were a 
burglar. His heart continued to race as he saw his giant bed and 
walk-in closet and large bathroom. Everything was so . . . frilly. 
Lace and pink were the two dominant features. Even the rug felt good on 
his bare feet.  
   As he looked into his drawers he smiled at his new undergarments. 
Panties and hose and even lingerie. Already he was getting used to the 
hose his 'mom' had sent him and was wearing right now, feeling their 
cool and sensuous touch on his legs. The only thing that he really 
wasn't quite used to yet was his mane of hair. "At least it's 
pony-tailed," he thought but he would definitely need a little time to 
get used to it. He poked around the top of her vanity mirror/dresser 
looking at more pictures and jewelry and other girl things.  
   He opened the closet and found a pair of jeans (amongst the
many) that didn't have any holes in them and slipped them followed by a tight, 
plain, white shirt. He thought back, "I guess I'll never get used to 
having tits either," he said smiling as he reached up and felt them with 
his hands. He left the clothes his mom had sent right on the floor 
where he dropped them and fell back on the bed. The bedspread felt cool  
and he pulled the tie from his hair so that his head would rest 
comfortably. He felt young and alive but his stomach began to growl. 
He reached down and slid his hands underneath his jeans and hose (he had 
left his hose on since he liked the feeling they provided him) and felt 
his pussy again. He began to writhe as his fingers caressed his clit 
and brought his left hand up to fondle his right breast. The feeling 
was incredible. Just then he heard a knock on the door.  
   "Ms. Carey? Hello?" Matt heard. He quickly pulled his hand
out from his jeans and sat up while an older Hispanic-looking woman opened the 
door all the way and came in.  
   "Hi, Ms. Carey. I was just wondering if I could make you any
thing to eat . . . "  
   "Yeah, do we have any hamburger or steak in the house?" Then
Matt realized she was his maid. "And if you could, next time you go shopping 
could you get some twinkies?"  
   "Twinkies?"  
   "Yes, twinkies and cookies and 2% milk too. As a matter of
fact let me make you a list." Matt handed her the list and she left the room 
leaving Matt smiling as he began thinking how good life was going to be. 
"Now I just need to memorize the song so I can lip-sync it in the 
video." 
 
***************  
   That evening, after his nap and dinner, Matt sat watching T.V.&;
He hadn't answered any phone calls, instead letting the maid take messages. 
He looked through Mariah's address book and was surprised at how many 
famous people's phone numbers he had. He set his empty beer bottle next 
to the two twinkie wrappers on the coffee table and thought about his 
luck as he flipped through the channels with the remote control. He  
finally settled on an X-rated channel as he opened another bottle of 
beer. Life was good! Then he thought about his real mom again. He had 
to tell her . . . tomorrow he would tell her! She was in poor health 
and sometimes a little senile, but tomorrow he would go and see her. 
Maybe even pay a visit to his old friend. "But what do I tell them? 
How do I tell them?" kept echoing in his mind.  
   He was buzzed only after a quarter of his second beer. The
images on the television were making him horny. He still liked women, as the 
sight of the nude chicks were making him hot and moist but as he 
squeezed his pussy muscles, he longed for the filling of his pussy. He 
got up and pulled his shorts down and inserted two of his fingers in and 
out, in and out. Then he brought them up to taste and smiled. In a lot 
of ways, this beat jacking-off, in fact, the more he thought about his 
old self, the more he realized how fat and gross he was. The sweat 
forming on his skin glistened as he looked at his arm and saw how 
healthy and tan his skin was compared to his old body. He was beginning 
to accept this new body although he was still a long way off from 
wanting a man to hold him. 
 
***************  
   The older Black woman exited from the store with a few books.&;
She hurried to catch her bus and sat down near the front. She opened the 
book and began reading. Her daughter-in-law had to believe what she 
suspected. The two didn't get along that well, but now her 
granddaughter's life was at hand. Somehow she had to make her believe. 
She opened the inside cover and saw the stamp of the store she had just 
come out of; Castor's Occult Book Store. 
 
IV.  
   Matt awoke in the morning as the beam of sunlight came through
the window and struck his pretty face. He reached up and stretched and then 
down caressing his body. He liked the way it felt, so nice and soft and 
smooth. He was becoming horny and wanted sex. The only problem was he 
wanted a woman and not a man. Matt got up and put on the jeans he had 
been wearing and the same T-shirt. The Maid knocked at the door and  
entered.  
   "Here is your dress for this evening, Ms. Carey. It looks so
lovely," 
the heavier woman said with a broad grin. "You'll look so lovely in 
it."  
   Matt took the dress and motioned for Lucia to leave. He looked
under the plastic cover to see a long black shiny dress that had many straps 
over the shoulders. Matt looked at this and sighed, thinking, "I hope I 
can figure out how to put this on tonight."  
   During the day Matt made a welcome discovery in the form of
Mariah's diary. He figured this would give him an inside edge to helping him 
assume her identity, after all he wasn't going to give all this money 
up. Matt spent most of the day reading and watching football and 
gorging on Twinkies, Chips, Cheese Puffs and Beer.  
   Lucia had warned him that he should be getting ready by five
o'clock for the Grammy's. He was kind of thrilled at getting the chance to go. 
He had always seen the even telecast on television with all the stars 
getting out of limos and walking up the red carpet. Despite living in 
L.A. all his life he had never seen a star. Now he was one.  
   The dress was not too hard to figure out and he got it on with
only a little difficulty which made him happy as his new life was becoming a 
little easier to live and soon no one would be able to figure out that 
he was not the real Mariah Carey. He could see his panty line showing 
through the thin fabric of the dress as the dress fit very snugly 
showing his beautiful hourglass figure. He stepped into his black high 
heels and marveled at his legs and set his hands on his hips. He put on 
only a little lipstick and was thankful he was beautiful enough not to 
need much make-up. He smiled as he saw the girl in the mirror with the 
long straight hair he had just combed. He was a knockout.  
   A limo pulled up in front and Matt saw Rick get out of the back
seat wearing a tuxedo. Matt sighed as he thought, "now I have to put up with 
this jerk again." He greeted Rick at the door and Rick said, "you're 
ready? That's a first, I usually have to wait,"  
   Matt replied, "Well . . . I'm excited so let's get going!"  
   The ride was quiet as Rick still couldn't get a handle on
Mariah. She seemed so moody. The limo pulled up and Rick took Matt's hand to help 
her out. There were photographers everywhere and Matt was blinded by 
the flashes. He again felt that maybe they could somehow see through 
him and see it was him and not Mariah Carey. He also felt very insecure 
about wearing a dress in public. In front of the mirror, at home, by 
himself was another story but here in front of the world, was 
intimidating.  
   Rick escorted him up and the two sat in the VIP area until the
show commenced. At last he heard his new name announced as a nomination but 
he ended up not winning anything which for some reason made him a little 
upset. Matt started to pick at his teeth and thought that he should 
have brushed them as he found some pieces of chips. He continued to 
pick and did not notice the camera doing a close up as his name was 
announced as a nomination.  
   The announcer said, "and the Winner for best Album is . . .
Mariah Carey!" Matt came out of his daze as every one jumped up around him and 
he realized that he had won something. The other women were hugging him 
which he liked and the men were kissing him which he didn't like at all. 
He made it up on stage and took the award and had to ask what it was for 
which made the audience quiet down a bit with some frowns. He then 
asked if he got any money and the audience went dead silent.&; He saw he 
had made a grievous error and said with a mixture of apology and 
joviality, "I guess I deserve this award. I'm glad to take it."  
   The audience gave some polite applause as he went back stage and
there was a lot of chatter in the audience as to what a jerk Mariah was and 
how arrogant she was. Meanwhile, all the Hollywood watchers were busy 
writing down what Mariah had said as they now had a new target to 
destroy with the tabloids. Mariah had always been such a good girl and 
now they had some dirt and they were going to make sure it stuck.  
   After staying only about twenty minutes at the backstage party,
Rick took Mariah home and was even more strangely silent than the ride to the 
awards. This time Matt could tell he was pissed. When they got home, 
Rick finally said, "What the hell did you think you were doing up 
there?"  
   Matt looked up at him with his beautiful eyes, "Up where?"  
   "Your acceptance speech, God damn it. Do you know how many
people you've offended? So many I can't even think of them all," Rick yelled.  
   "What do you mean?" asked Matt.  
   "Well . . . you didn't acknowledge the producer or record label,
you didn't give any credit to anyone who worked on the album. Plus you were 
acting like you were stupid and you were SO arrogant . . . You've worked 
so hard to get to where you are now, a respected female vocalist . . . 
Don't think this won't hurt your career you ungrateful little . . . ," 
he eased off from cussing the young woman out.  
   Matt looked at him and said, "I think you are blowing this all
out of proportion just because I won't sleep with you. Well, I don't think we 
should see each other anymore except on a professional basis." Matt 
opened the door and stormed into the house while Rick sat in the car for 
several minutes trying to figure out what to do about this 
self-destructive attitude that Mariah was in, and then headed home. 
"Tomorrow everything will be calmer," he kept telling himself, "then 
I'll try talking to her again." 
 
*****************  
   Matt fell asleep on the couch after eating some Ben-and-Jerries
ice cream. He awoke still wearing the evening dress and decided he should 
change into his regular clothes and go see his old family to tell them 
he was OK.  
   Matt went upstairs and stripped down throwing the clothes on the
floor and proceeded to take a shower. He enjoyed it as he could caress 
himself again, alone and away from the world, and now that he was rid of 
that Rick he could look for someone else, preferably female. He 
lathered up and rinsed off noticing the tan lines he had on his body. 
He left the shower and went to get his jeans and t-shirt but they were 
gone. Matt called for Lucia and asked where her clothes were.  
   "I am sorry Ms. Carey you have worn them two days in a row so I
put them in the wash.&; Would you like me to pick out something else for 
you?"  
   "No . . . that's all right. I'll pick out something else
myself. He turned around and went in the walk-in closet and looked at the clothes. 
"God damn it," he thought, "I think those were the only pair of jeans 
without rips or holes in she has. There were other pants but they 
weren't jeans.  
   Finally Matt decided to put on some black panties and a matching
bra and some nylons since he liked the way they felt on his shapely legs. 
He then returned to the closet and looked at the clothes. He found a 
tight black T-shirt and put it on only to discover it showed his tummy. 
He decided it was either this or some frilly thing so decided to go with 
the T-shirt. He then found some black pants so to speak. He put them 
on and found they were tight and then noticed the bottoms were flared 
and the zipper was on the side. He then looked inside the closet for 
some shoes and marveled at how many pairs there were. How could one 
person wear so many? Tennis shoes, high heels, pumps, running shoes, 
cross-trainers, and probably another fifteen pairs that were just . . . 
"stylish," even a pair of rollerblades were sitting in the back of the 
closet. He decided to wear some black flat shoes and went to the 
kitchen to get the keys.  
   Matt drove to his home and wasn't sure how he was going to
explain that he was a woman now, not alone someone famous. He got out of the car and 
saw his old van in the drive-way.&; He opened it (the damn thing's doors 
hadn't been able to lock in a long time since it had been broken into 
several times and the locks were screwed up) and looked inside. He saw 
how filthy it was but he also saw his old cassette carrier which he 
pulled out as well as a plastic bag from under his seat. He set them in 
his new car and then went up towards the door of the house.  
   After ringing the doorbell his brother Dave answered the door.&;
His hulking brother looked a lot like he used to, only with shorter hair and 
a little less fat. He wasn't quite the loser his brother was since he 
at least made good money as a bouncer at a strip bar near LAX 
International airport.  
   "Well well well. What have we here? My God," he exclaimed
,"you're Mariah Carey!"  
   "Ah . . . yeah," Matt said hesitantly, "Is your mother home?"&;
Now he for sure thought his own blood relative could see through him and 
realize who he was.  
   "Uh . . . please . . . come in," said Dave smiling at his
fortune.  
   As Matt entered the house he felt Dave's hand graze against his
ass. 
He spun around and said, "what the hell are you doing?"  
   Dave approached her, "Well Sweet Thing, you're so tasty I just
can't 
keep my hands off you," and put a hand on each of the cheeks of Matt's 
bum. Matt back-pedaled asking again where his mom was.  
   Dave said, "she's out and won't be home till late. But that's
good, Baby. At least we can be alone." Matt was worried now as Dave had 
always considered himself a lady's man and now Matt was a lady and 
Dave's prey.  
   "Listen . . . I'm not who you think I am, Dave."  
   Dave lunged and grabbed her and then pulled her tight to him and
said, "Well you can be anyone you want cause you'll still be beautiful."  
   Matt twisted free, ran out of the house and drove away. He
decided he could never go back to his old life since even his own ass-hole brother 
saw him as a babe. Matt decided he had only one life to live now and 
that was the life of Mariah Carey, and she had a video to make. He sped 
out of his old neighborhood listening to the song which he would have to 
lip-sync to soon. He still couldn't believe he had been forced out of 
his own house. If his own brother wouldn't listen to him, could his 
mother believe him? or his friends? He drove by his old apartment and 
saw a "Now renting" sign in the front yard. "There's no going back . . 
. ," he realized as he got on the free-way and headed towards his new 
home. 
 
***********  
   Matt opened the gate with the remote control sitting on the dash
and pulled up into his drive-way. He entered his house and hit the frig so 
he could drink a can of Pepsi. He sat on the sofa and called Mariah to 
bring him his calendar. He could see his appointments and the note near 
the phone said a car would be by to pick him up tomorrow at 8am to begin 
shooting on the video. At least he knew half the lyrics. He had tried 
to sing in the car but he couldn't hit those high notes like Mariah 
could. He barely had the rhythm and tempo to sing along to the whole 
song. At least he was beginning to at least tolerate the kind of music  
she sang though.  
   He felt sick with a stomach ache and set his Pepsi down. He
felt his stomach was bloated and he also felt a lot of gas so he went to the 
toilet and took a dump. He took the plastic bag he had pulled from 
under his seat with him and pulled out two magazines from the bag which 
was filled with probably another twelve. He sat reading the latest 
issue of "Busty Babes over 40" and began to get turned on. He finished 
and reached for the toilet paper roll. It was finished so he opened up 
the door under the sink to find another one. Sure enough there was 
another one, behind a box of Tampax and about fifteen different shampoos 
and conditioners. He had forgotten all about the fact that women had 
periods. It also made him realize he could be a mother now. What a 
concept! It blew his mind, even more so than when he had first realized 
he was in a new body. Finally he made it to his bedroom. He inserted 
into the stereo in his room a cassette from the cassette carrier from 
his van and continued to read/gaze at the pictures in the magazine.  
   It was good having a maid to make your bed and straighten your
room up. 
He stood up and pulled his black pants off so that he could only be in 
his panties. He loved the now familiar feel of nylons as he laid back 
in bed and continued reading. Before long he fell asleep. 
 
************  
   "I tell you something is wrong with that daughter of yours,"
Mariah's grandmother said on the phone to Mariah's mother. "She's cursed I tell 
you."  
   "What the hell are you talking about? She just came out of the
hospital, what do you expect?" her mother replied getting annoyed with 
her mother-in-law.  
   "I'm going to her house today and getting to the root of this
problem."  
   "Wait. You leave her alone. I don't want you disturbing her
now that she's healing and trying to get her life back on track."  
   "There are things you don't know about. If you were any kind
of mother 
at all you'd know something was wrong with your daughter," she said as 
she slammed the phone down. Then she picked up her book and headed out 
the door.  
   Mariah's mom set her receiver back on the hook and then thought
a minute. Then she picked it up and called her the maid's house which was 
a complex on the side of Mariah's house.  
   "Hello." answered the kindly maid.  
   "Hi, Lucia. Is Mariah there?"  
   "She is, but she's sleeping."  
   "That's O.K. Don't wake her! Have you noticed anything
different about her?"  
   "Like what, ma'am?"  
   "Well, is she acting normal?"  
   "Oh, yes ma'am. But she's eating a lot now. I can't seem to
keep the refrigerator filled with enough milk or soda. She's also listening to 
some strange music."  
   "What do you mean?"  
   "Well, it's not R & B, that's for sure."  
   "Anything else, Lucia?"  
   "Not really. I've been keeping an eye on her though since
she's got back from the hospital. I'll let you know if anything is wrong."  
   "Thank you, Lucia, you're wonderful. Bye." 
 
************  
   Lucia knocked on the door the next morning and woke Matt up for
his video shoot. "Time to get up, Mariah, today's a big day for you."  
   The groggy Matt woke up and hurriedly stuck the magazine he was
reading under the covers as Lucia walked in. You're breakfast will be ready by 
the time you make it downstairs. The limo will be here in an hour and a 
half," she said as she walked over to the closet and pulled out a 
matching skirt set for Matt to wear. "I'm so happy for you. You get to 
ride a horse in this video. I know how much you love horses," she said 
as she began walking out of the room. "Oh, and the big post-video party 
afterwards. All of your friends will be there. What a big day you have 
ahead of you."  
   Matt rolled out from under the covers and remained laying in
bed, staring at the ceiling. He took his nylons off since he knew he had to 
hop in the shower and felt the stubble on his legs. He hadn't shaved 
them since he became a woman and realized he'd have to shave them now. 
Looking under his underarms he came to the same conclusion. He was 
feeling a little nervous about the video since he had no idea what to 
expect but he had to give it a try. With any luck he'd be making a lot 
more videos in his lifetime.  
   Fifteen minutes passed and he finally got out of bed and took a
shower. 
He shaved his legs from his ankles to about two inches above his knee 
since he had always liked when women did that. He also saw where Mariah 
used to shave her pubic hair around her pussy so it wouldn't show when 
she wore a bathing suit but he left it alone since he also liked hairy 
pussys. He hopped out of the shower and got dressed in a t-shirt with 
showing her midriff and the pair of jeans Lucia had washed since he 
still wasn't totally comfortable about wearing the clothes that Lucia 
had set out for him. He struggled to pull the jeans up and button them 
and thought they must have shrunk a little in the drier. He went down 
stairs and had Lucia prepare him bacon and eggs, with sausages and toast 
& butter. The limo came up and Matt left the house still a hesitant 
doing the video shoot. The chauffeur opened the door and Matt got in 
the car and saw an attractive blonde sitting inside.  
   "Hi," Matt greeted slightly taken back by the woman's beauty.  
   "Hi, I'm Tina," said the obviously taller woman, "I'll be your 
assistant today Ms. Carey, if you need anything just ask me and I'll be 
happy to get if for you."  
   "Call me Mariah," Matt said trying to get the formality out of
the way.  
   During the drive the two were silent after Tina told Matt what
the schedule was for the day. Matt kept staring at the woman marveling at 
how beautiful she was. The sweet perfume she was wearing made Matt want 
to lick her from head to toe. For the first half of the ride he kept 
staring at her like a man check's out a woman, trying to be as subtle as 
possible. The woman began to blush a little. "You're a very beautiful 
woman," said Matt. The lady seemed a little surprised by the statement.  
   "Thank you . . .?" she answered back with a little
trepidation. The remark sounded a little more than a person complementing another 
person's beauty. The drive continued and Matt began wondering if he 
shouldn't have opened his mouth.  
   Tina looked at Mariah and said, trying to make friendly
conversation, "What's the matter? You haven't said much the whole trip. Man 
 troubles?"  
   "No, well yeah, maybe. You know."  
   "I know what you mean. Men are such pigs. I just broke up
with my fianc e last month. Two years of living together gone out the window. 
It pisses me off. But what are you going to do? You find another one 
and you live with 'em the best you can. I hate men, there such 
bastards!."  
   The atmosphere between the two eased up a little bit as the two
laughed lightly and Matt took an initiative he never would have done but just 
seemed natural at the moment. He reached his hand to the woman's thigh 
and moved a little closer. She felt the woman tense up a little and 
then ease.  
   "Don't worry, Tina, if there's ever anything I can do, just let
me know."  
   The car pulled up to the front gate of the record company's lot
where a security guard checked with the driver.  
   "I will," Tina said, "and you let me know as well. Here's my
card and I'll write my home phone number on back."  
   Matt was delighted with what had just happened. He never would
have gotten a phone number from a babe when he was in his old body. He 
thought, "What would it be like to have lesbian sex?" Matt had always 
enjoyed Lesbian Porno Tapes and now saw the possibility of being able to 
participate in such a relationship. Then he looked at Tina again and a 
smile came to his face as he envisioned the tall leggy blonde nude. She 
wasn't his type since she looked like a bitch and never would have given 
him the time of day while he was in his old body, but there was no 
denying she was beautiful and the expensive clothes she was wearing were 
tailored perfectly to her body's curves. Matt wanted to run her hands 
over Tina's beige nylon-clad legs and find out where her legs met under 
that skirt.  
   They arrived at the video set and the driver, who could not see
or hear what the two had talked about due to the partition, opened the door for 
both of them as a few gentlemen hurried from the building and greeted 
Mariah and Tina. Matt was given a storyboard for the video shoot and 
told that they would shoot it later after she had sung the song in the 
sound studio so that they could have the new version for dubbing into 
the video. Matt began to panic. He knew the words to the song but had 
not planned on actually singing it. Now he had no choice as he was 
lead along with Tina into the sound studio.  
   Matt walked into the sound room and looked at the big microphone
on a boom. A person sitting amongst the crowd of about ten people behind the 
slightly tinted large glass window turned on a speaker and said, "Ok, 
Mariah . . . put on your headset and we'll take it from the top so we 
can get you to the video part."  
   The day seemed to last forever for Matt as he sang and re-sang 
different parts of the song. After three hours of singing and breaks 
they finally called it a day. The director came in and said, "What the 
hell is going on? Sound recordings never take this long! I have a 
video to shoot and you took up the whole morning doing the audio?"  
   The sound engineer replied, "Well we just spent three hours of
hell 
listening to her screech in there and still don't have anything we can 
use."  
   "What?" the director responded furiously.  
   "Yeah, you heard me, she can't sing. Sure she has the wide
range in 
her voice but she has no rhythm and she's been singing off key all day. 
At first we thought she was joking but it turns out she's not, so now I 
have to phone the producer and tell him what happened. It just must be 
that time of the month for her or something."  
   The director flashed a look of disgruntlement at the snide
remark but 
called his assistant to get Mariah ready for the video. Then he walked 
over to Mariah and Tina who were in the corner talking and yelled openly 
at the young singer. Tina stepped in and told the producer to give her 
a break as Matt fled from the studio to the outside. Tina followed and 
led the distraught woman to her trailer.  
   Matt was upset about what happened but was happy Tina was with
him.  
   "Don't worry. We'll get you through this shoot then you can go
home 
and pretend this day never happened."  
   She was right. The rest of the day went by relatively smooth
and Matt 
rode a horse for the first time in his life. It was fun and he even 
stayed for the first hour of the video wrap-up party. The main group of 
people were standing and drinking in a park adjacent to the recording 
studio building while Matt and Tina were off standing alone by a tree 
talking. In some bushes a photographer was hiding with his telescopic 
lens taking pictures of the two. A few men in suits had approached the 
two but were brushed off by the two beautiful women. Matt was just 
happy to be talking to the tall woman and Tina knew she was scoring 
points being with a famous celebrity.&; She wanted to make it to the top 
of the corporate ladder of the record company and being in the presence 
of celebrities was a sure way of doing it. Matt and Tina slyly slipped 
away from the party for a more "quiet place to talk".  
   The limo pulled up to Mariah's house and Matt and Tina exited
the car. 
Mariah led Tina into the living room and then proceeded to the kitchen 
to find some wine. A classy babe like this needed to be wined. She 
looked throughout the kitchen and finally found a small wine holder and 
pulled out a bottle of cabernet sauvignon. She was feeling lucky as she 
reached up to grab two wine glasses.  
   Mariah's grandmother used her key to open the lock of the gate
leading 
to Mariah's house and pushed the gate open. She walked up in her usual 
hobbled gait and went around the side of the house looking for a window 
where she could see her "granddaughter." At last she came upon a window 
where she saw Mariah and Tina sitting in the living room. An eerie 
sensation washed over her as she recognized a familiar feeling. It was 
a second too late.  
   "We can't let you interfere!" the old bum in the trench coat
said as he 
reached his hand into a pocket and sprinkled some yellowish dust on the 
old lady. Immediately she fell over. He took her home and put her in 
her bed. Then he spoke, "I'm sorry I had to stop you but Matt is at 
another cross road's in is life and his decision on which way to go must 
be made by him and him alone. I am Fate and I gave Matt this second 
chance at a better life and I shall see what he does with it. He then 
left quietly while the woman slept.  
   Tina set her glass on the table. Already the two of them had
nearly 
polished off the bottle. Combined with the champagne they were drinking 
earlier, both women felt slightly inebriated. Then she looked at Mariah 
and her face and voice took on a professional stare, "How would you like 
it if I took over your career? You know, became your manager. I 
understand you're . . . shall we say 'in between managers' right now. 
You've gone through Rick already, and then there was that idiot before 
him."  
   Matt took another sip and thought about how easy it would make
it if he 
had someone new to begin his career, rather than Rick. At least this 
way Tina wouldn't know what Mariah used to be like and how different he 
was from her, "That would be great," realizing it would probably be the 
best thing he could now right now, especially after putting out that 
video today.  
   "Good. Then I'll have the paperwork ready for you to sign
tomorrow. 
Now I propose a toast: 'To new relationships'." The two women lifted 
their glasses to "ding" them together. Tina smirked secretly inside. 
She could sense that she had Mariah right where she wanted her.  
   Matt took the initiative and crossed her arm around Tina's while
moving 
closer to her. She drank from Tina's glass and moved her arm to Tina's 
mouth so that Tina could drink from her glass. The two women took a sip 
and smiled. Matt was ecstatic. He had broken the ice and now leant 
forward. Tina pulled back a little by Mariah's forwardness, but it was 
too late. Mariah's lips were almost touching hers and she couldn't 
escape the mood. "What the hell," she thought, "I'll get to the top 
even if I have to sleep my way there, even if it is with a woman."  
   "Don't worry. This'll be O.K.," Matt said as he set his glass
down and 
gently reached behind Tina's head to pull her forward. Matt's luscious 
lips touched Tina's gently at first as the two women gazed into each 
other's eyes. Then Tina moved forward and inserted her tongue into 
Matt's mouth. 
 
**************  
   The next day Matt signed the papers giving Tina control over Mariah's
career. After that Matt tried to get another date with Tina but she was 
always busy. In fact Matt hardly saw her at all anymore. Then one day 
he got the news. It seemed that things had not gone the way Tina had 
planned in her career after some pictures came out in the National 
Enquirer showing her and Mariah in some compromising positions. After 
that her career and reputation was ruined and she had withdrawn all of 
Mariah's money and left the country to Europe.  
   Matt was depressed now and gorged on food almost 24 hours a
day. He 
had to get some new clothes because his old ones didn't fit anymore. He 
was forced to sell the house and fire Lucia after he was sued for breech 
of contract by the record company for failing to complete the video. 
The lesbian relationship and the weight gain were also factors in 
the record labels decision. All of Mariah's relatives had shunned her 
as they couldn't believe that she was a lesbian but the photos in the 
paper showed the truth. Matt felt her world spinning. Could everything 
be gone?  
   Matt was flat broke now with only about $1,000 in net worth.
He was approached by "Jugs" magazine to do a photo shoot. He took them up on 
the offer since he was over-weight now and this would likely be the only 
magazine that would want him. He made enough money from the photo shoot 
that he rented a small apartment in a run down building.  
   Matt knew she had to get a job to support herself and there was
only 
one thing that he knew how to do. Matt stood in his uniform at the 
counter serving customers. "Thank-you for shopping at Quick 
Stop-n-Gas" she said as the customers left. She looked around at the 
familiar store that this whole ordeal had started at. Now she was back 
in her old job, only working the day shift with the manager, Mr. 
Robinson, who now insisted she call him Hector. He sighed, and thought 
"some things never change." Then she felt Hector's hand caress her 
butt, which he was doing more and more frequently now, and sighed again 
thinking, "then again, some things do change."  
   Outside the convenience store, the vagrant shook his head and
said, "such a waste."  
   "I gave Matt a second chance at life and it was his choices that
lead him to this destiny." He thought to himself then walked away looking
in his little book.

THE END