Transformation Ch. 13

Finally tearing myself away from the window I jumped in the shower and got myself ready for the day. Jeans with black boots and a dark blue blouse covered a matching black silk bra and g-string. Tiffany had bought me a brown leather jacket that reached mid thigh and had fur lined cuffs and hood. Making sure I had everything I needed I headed down to grab breakfast before going to the hospital.

I was intending to just grab a bagel and a coffee when I heard someone calling my name from across the cafe. Turning around, I saw Jack standing up at a small table waving me over. He was dressed in a sharp grey business suit that looked to be as expensive as my jeep. Weaving my way through the restaurant I made my way over to his table.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Jack said as I slid into the chair across from him.

"Well I don't travel often so I decided to treat myself," I said sipping on my coffee, "and the view of the harbor this morning has already made the entire trip worthwhile."

"So am I going to get the chance to buy you that drink?" he asked.

"That depends," I said, "I'm not sure how long I'm going to be at the hospital for and you certainly look to have a full day ahead of you."

"I'll be done by six and I'm sure you'll probably be done by then," he said, "I'll tell you what. I'll meet you at the hotel bar at seven and buy that drink I promised."

"Sounds good," I said as I felt my panties growing damp knowing what came after the drinks. Polishing off the last of my bagel I picked up my jacket and coffee. "I'll see you at seven then," I said, "but I really should get going."

"Here take this," he said handing me a business card after writing something on the back, "That's my personal cell phone number in case you get finished early."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said before heading towards the valet to get my car. It only took a couple of minutes before the valet retrieved my car and I was on my way to St. Paul's Hospital. I had printed out directions before leaving Phoenix, but since the drive was less than ten minutes I didn't have any fear of getting terribly lost.

Pulling into the hospital's underground parking garage I pulled the car into a spot and headed for the elevator. I had the ID that Morgana had given me in my pocket but was hoping that I would be able to get in without having to use it. Reaching the main floor of the hospital I headed towards the information desk to try and find Frank.

"Hi can I help you?" the woman at the information desk said. A quick glance at her name badge told me her name was Nancy.

"Hi Nancy," I said, "I'm looking for a recently admitted patient, a Frank Thomas. He was admitted with what you could call a rather unusual condition." At the mention of an unusual condition I saw Nancy's eyes suddenly narrow and her demeanor turn rather cold. It was pretty obvious I wasn't going to be able to just walk my way in.

"I'm afraid that Mr. Thomas is on a restricted floor and is not currently receiving visitors," she said.

"Nancy," I said reaching into my pocket for the credentials, "I understand you're just doing your part to protect Frank but trust me it's important that I see him." Flipping the holder open and putting it so Nancy could see it I watched as her eyes widened and they flicked back and forth.

"I'm so sorry," she said all but jumping to her feet, "I had no idea. You look so young and well with the hair, I just never expected. With your accent I assumed you were just a nosy American, it's very convincing. Take that elevator right over there to the fourth floor and you'll see the infectious disease ward. He's in there and again I'm sorry for holding you up."

"Thank you Nancy," I said resisting the urge to look at exactly what the little credentials holder claimed I was. Stepping into the open elevator I waited until the doors were completely closed before flipping the little holder around. Staring back at me was a picture of myself in a suit and incredibly realistic looking credentials for the Canadian Security Intelligence Service. The only thing I seemed to be missing was a badge and a gun.

Stepping out onto my floor, I followed the signs and entered the infectious disease ward. I'm not sure what I was expecting but the ward appeared to be completely empty except a couple of nurses standing around the central nurse's station. As I moved through the ward one of them came out from behind her station and quickly walked towards me. "I'm sorry miss but this whole ward is off limits," she said her tone making it clear she expected to be obeyed.

Pulling my credentials out I flipped them open for her to look at. "Which room is Mr. Thomas in?" I asked. She appeared to be shocked speechless since the only response I got was a finger pointing towards an open room. "Thank you," I said before stepping around her and moving down the hall.

Entering the room I was impressed at how cheerful and non depressing they had tried to make it. The large hospital bed still dominated the room, but it was obvious they had tried to give as relaxing as an environment as they could. The double beep of the heart monitor seemed to be the only noise as I made my way towards the bed.

"Who are you?" a woman's voice said from the corner of the room.

"My name is Sara Riley," I said, "and I was asked to talk to Frank about what has happened to him."

"Who asked you to talk to him? What are you, some kind of American reporter that snuck your way in?" she said immediately getting in my face, "Here to do a story about my husband and make money off his condition? Get the hell out before I call security."

"No ma'am," I said, "I am an American, but the reason I'm here is because what happened to Frank happened to me." A look of shock came upon her face every as what I said registered.

"Melissa what did she just say?" a young girl's voice said from the bed. Turning to look at her for the first time I couldn't help but feel my anger spiking. Gandalf had taken a mid forties welder, judging from his wife, and turned him into a girl who appeared to be no more than fifteen. Long blonde hair fell past her shoulders and she would have been very pretty if not for the angry scowl on her face. Tubes of every sort went from her arms to a battery of machines and an oxygen tube ran under her nose.

"I said what happened to you happened to me," I said.

"How is this even possible?" Melissa said, "The doctors can't find a single thing that would have caused something like this to happen." A soft metallic clicking began to emanate from the direction of the bed and when I glanced over I saw that Frank had an old Zippo lighter in his hand and he was opening and closing it over and over.

"A lot of what I'm going to tell you you're going to have to take on faith," I said, "I was able to accept what happened to me fairly easily, but that's just in my nature. You may find some of this difficult to swallow."

"Don't sugarcoat the bullshit honey," Frank said, "I'm really not in the mood for it." Closing the door I spent the next few hours relaying the facts about his situation. Melissa's face paled and looked at her husband as I explained about being Gandalf's personal porn stars. The entire time Frank's expression never changed and the clicking of the lighter never ceased. When I finished the room was dead silent except for the beeps of the heart monitor and the clicking of the lighter.

"I don't get any say in this whatsoever, do I?" Frank asked after several minutes of silence.

"Unfortunately no," I said.

"What about our children?" Melissa said a look of despair on her face, "What am I supposed to tell them now that their father looks like his son's girlfriend?" There had been no mention of children to this point and I found myself even angrier than before.

"You tell them I died," Frank said, "You let them think I died from some horrible disease. It's better than them knowing the truth that their father has been turned into some sex crazed freak."

"I think it's time that you left now," Melissa said, "We thank you for the truth but we need to decide as a couple how to best deal with this."

"I'm sorry this has happened," I said picking up my jacket, "and I wish I had better news for you. I can leave you my number if you'd like."

"No thank you," Melissa said, "I think you've done quite enough."

Nodding my head I made my way out of the room and headed towards the elevators. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so emotionally drained. Even though I knew they didn't, part of me felt as if they were blaming me for Gandalf's choice to turn Frank. I know it's easiest to blame the messenger and I was the messenger.

Climbing into the car I started the engine and let it warm up for a bit before pulling out of the garage. As I began the short drive back to the hotel I started to think the weather was far worse than I thought when I realized tears were filling my eyes. Pulling over to the side of the road I found myself wracked with sobs as I thought about Frank. When Gandalf changed me he also reprogrammed my mind to be more accepting of the situation, Frank appears to have gotten no such adjustment. I sat there on the side of the road until the tears finally dried and I was in more control of myself.

Digging out my cell phone, I placed a call to Elisa. "Hey Sara," Elisa answered, "I was hoping to hear from you today. How did everything go with Frank?"

"Badly," I said, "Did you know he was married with kids?"

"Oh fuck, really?" she said, "That son of a bitch loves his games."

"Elisa it's worse than that," I said starting to get upset again, "At least with me he adjusted my mindset to be accepting of what happened. Frank didn't get that option. He's just an angry confused guy trapped in a fifteen year olds body. The whole time his expression never changed and he just kept clicking his lighter open and closed. I felt like they were blaming me for it happening."

"Sara this is not your fault," she said, "You didn't pick Frank and you certainly didn't change him. This is just another of Gandalf's games, destroying lives so he can watch them try and pick up the pieces."

"I know," I said, "It just makes me so mad I want to strangle him."

"Believe me I've been there," Elisa said, "This isn't the first time he hasn't bothered to adjust the mind. I'll be honest these never end well when he does this."

"So what do I do?" I asked.

"There isn't anything you can do," she said, "I'll be in Vancouver two days from now and we'll monitor how things are going. You just get back to Rob and Tiffany. When is your flight back?"

"My plane leaves at one tomorrow afternoon."

"Ok well until then just relax, maybe do some shopping," she said, "Don't worry about Frank. You did the best you could and that's all anyone can ask."

"Ok," I said, "please let me know how things work out."

"I will," she said, "I'll talk to you later. I got to run."

"Ok bye," I said but the connection was already broken. Sitting in my car I took a couple of minutes to pull myself together and realize she was right, I had done what I could to ease his transition. Nothing I could say was going to alter the situation and unfortunately they would have to learn to deal with it. Gandalf had just destroyed another life simply because he wanted to.

Glancing at the clock in the car I realized I still had a couple of hours before I was supposed to meet Jack. I hadn't bothered packing anything other than jeans so I decided to hit one of the stores I saw on my way from the airport to the hotel. It only took a few minutes to find the store I was thinking of and twenty minutes later I walked out with a strapless black dress and heels. I wasn't planning on wearing anything under the dress except maybe my g-string and I wasn't even sure about that.

Getting back to the hotel, I slid into the large oversized whirlpool tub and took a nice long bath and felt the hot water draining the stress away from my body. Stepping out I took a moment to rub my hair with the large fluffy towel before blow drying it and let myself begin to air dry. I had time to kill and wasn't in any particular hurry. Once I was finally dry I gave myself a good rub down with my coconut vanilla lotion. Running my fingers over my skin I was incredibly grateful for never having to shave.

Having decided not to forgo the g-string I slipped it on before stepping into my dress and pulling it up. There was no way to avoid displaying an impressive amount of cleavage since the dress was only slightly longer than mid thigh and if I were to pull it down I would spill out. Taking a few minutes to do my makeup I was amazed at how far I had come from the first few days after waking up. Stepping into the shoes, I did the obligatory turn in front of the mirror before grabbing my stuff and heading down to the bar.

Stepping out of the elevator I suppressed a laugh when one of the bell hops suddenly tripped over his cart and sprawled out on the floor. I could feel the eyes of every guy and more than a few of the women in the lobby on me as I walked towards the hotel bar. The bar was actually inside one of the restaurants and I saw Jack sitting in one of the booths. The hostess made a half hearted attempt to stop me as I blew right past her and headed to his table.

"So does dinner come with that drink?" I asked stepping up to the table. The look on Jack's face when he looked up at me made everything worthwhile as I smiled down at him.

"Oh wow Sara you look amazing," Jack said getting to his feet. There wasn't a chair for him to pull out so he stood until I slid into the booth across from him.

"Thank you," I said.

"Are you hungry?" Jack asked, "I was thinking of grabbing dinner first if that's ok."

"Starving actually," I said, "I haven't had anything since this morning."

"How did everything go at the hospital?" he asked picking up his menu.

"I've had better days," I said. Everything on the menu looked absolutely delicious and I had no idea what I wanted to get.

"I know it's none of my business," he said, "but I'm willing to listen if you want to talk about it."

"No it ok," I said, "I've already had one pep talk about it today and I'd really rather not discuss it anymore. So do you live in Phoenix? You mentioned taking that flight all the time."

"Actually no," Jack said, "My business has me traveling constantly and as of late I seem to be going between Phoenix and Vancouver more and more. I actually live in Seattle but I haven't been there in what seems like weeks."

"That must be rough."

"It can be at times," he said, "but the upside is you never know what kind of interesting people you're going to meet." The waitress chose this moment to come over and take our food and drink orders. There were far too many delicious choices, but I ended up getting a steak and shrimp meal with red potatoes and steamed zucchini. Jack ordered a bottle of red wine to go with the meal and since I literally know nothing about wines I deferred to his judgment.

"So what do you do?" Jack asked. I had been expecting this question and figured honesty was the best approach.

"Not much of anything at the moment," I said, "I've been considering going back to school but I'm not sure. Money really isn't an issue for me so I'm not in a hurry to decide."

"I remember those days," Jack said, "just taking life as it comes and enjoying the ride."

"Pretty much," I said, "There have been some up and downs so far but for the most part the ride has been an interesting one." Taking a sip from my glass of wine, I found it to be quite tasty.

"I hope you didn't mind me ordering the wine," he said, "I've stayed here several times and this is one of their better selections."

"No not at all," I said, "I really don't know wines and this one is excellent."

"I'm glad you like it," Jack said. After a few more minutes of small talk, dinner arrived and we began the excellent meal. The steak was more than delicious and we polished off the bottle of wine and part of a second. "So when are you heading back to Phoenix?" Jack asked.

"My plane doesn't leave until one tomorrow," I said. I could feel myself starting to grow wet as I knew where this conversation was leading.

"Do you have any plans for after dinner?" Jack asked.

"I was thinking about getting a good long soak in my bathtub actually," I said not wanting to blurt out what was really going through my mind.

"My room has a jacuzzi out on the patio if you don't mind the snow."

"Really?" I said, "I must have missed that option when I reserved my room."

"As I said I stay here quite a bit," Jack said, "and they occasionally give me an upgrade."

"Well in that case how can I say no," I said sliding out of the booth, "Why don't you order us some dessert while I use the ladies room really quick."

"I can do that," Jack said, "any preferences?"

"Surprise me," I said walking towards the restroom. Stepping through the door I immediately headed for the nearest empty stall. Once the door was closed I quickly did my business and stepped out to wash my hands.

"If you're looking for a relationship then you're barking up the wrong tree," the hostess said leaning against the counter.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Jack," she said, "Every time he stays here he's got a different girl with him and they're all convinced that their the one who's going to get him to settle down. You're no different than any of them."

"Listen Amber," I said reading her name tag, "I appreciate you trying to look out for me, I really do. But I can promise you I'm different from any girl you've ever met and the only thing I'm interested in from Jack is his cock. I'm going to spend the night fucking him and then fly home tomorrow." Drying my hands I stepped up to Amber and slid my arms around her, caressing her ass. "Unless of course you have a better offer," I whispered into her ear before taking a slight nibble, "No, more's the pity."

I stepped away from Amber and could see that she was completely flustered by my sudden advance. Giving her a smile, I left the restroom and headed back to the table. Approaching the table I saw there was a waiter waiting with two dishes that had cherries over ice cream. It seemed an incredibly simple dessert but as I settled into my seat the waiter lit them both on fire. I had never had a dessert that was lit on fire before being eaten so I waited patiently until the flames extinguished themselves before taking a bite.

We both quickly polished off our desserts and Jack directed that the bill be charged to his room. Retrieving our belonging, we made our way out of the restaurant and towards the elevators. The ride up to his floor was strangely subdued as I half expected him to be pawing at my dress the instant the doors closed. Reaching his floor, we made our way down a short hallway and went inside. I couldn't help but be impressed as the suite was nearly the size of Tiffany's house.

Jack played with the light controls, dimming most of them, and the jacuzzi came in to view. It looked as if the snow had stopped, but the steam coming off the water spoke of the temperature difference. Crossing the room towards the outer doors I noticed a king sized bed in a room off to the side. Pulling my hair to the side, I reached behind my back and lowered the zipper on the dress before letting it fall to the ground. Bending at my waist, I slowly slid my g-string off making sure to give Jack a show.

"That's beautiful, did it hurt much?" Jack asked out of the blue. I was half expecting some incredibly cheesy line that would completely blow the mood but decided to play along.

"Did what hurt?" I asked my high heels clicking on the tile floor as I headed towards the outer doors.

"The ink on your back," he said, "it's incredibly detailed."