This is my first, and last story of any kind. This was a one shot deal. I've been reading stories like these for about 3 weeks, and I thought I'd make a story that didn't follow the stereotypes as far as the characters, thier interests, their attitude, and how they handle changing. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading about it. Im not any of the races thats in the story, but they should be well represented.
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Warning: VERY Coarse language

 

2 Fast 2 Feminine

by One Hit Wonder

 

"Shit!" exclaimed Aaron. "I gotta do all this to get ready for this goddamned bitch." While fumbling around with his shirt buttons, he thought "She better appreciate this shit." He looked in his bathroom mirror thinking "How do I do it!?!" The image he saw was a statuesque black man. The man was 6'3", and weighed a very muscular and defined 200 lbs. He had a resemblance to a younger Micheal Jy White(who played as Spawn in the motion picture), only better looking, and younger at 19 years old. His family consisted of his mother Theresa, his father David, and his 16-year old sister Jade, all of whom were blessed in the gene department. His parents had earned their well-to-do lifestyle though hard work, dedication, and will. They lived in a 5 bedroom house, which was bought in cash, in an upper-classed neighborhood in Orlando, Florida. There were occasional reminders that they didnt "belong on this street", but all in all, Aaron couldn't complain about life. After checking his Rolex,"Hey, y'all, I'm out!" He yelled before leaving.

Aaron opened the garage door. "Damn, I always miss you!" he said, speaking to his true love, his 2000 Honda Civic Si coupe. He marveled at his baby. It was painted Electron Blue Pearl, wore bronze wheels on a lowered ride height, and it wore a big, chrome, and very loud Apex'i N1 exhaust. Of course there was much more to the car than that. The car had a completely reworked motor, with an innercooled turbo system with nitrous. This car ran a 10.9 second quarter mile, and surprised many who overlooked it's subtle styling, and it's driver. He opened the right side door, and proceeded to slide into his red Recaro racing seat. "RRRrrrrraaahhh" the motor sang as it sprang to life. He used his left hand to work the gear shifter into reverse. He then backed up, and turned into the street.

"RRRRrrrrrrruuuuuuuuumm *PSSSHT* RRrrrraaaaahh". "Ah, such melodius sounds" cooed Aaron, listening to his turbo-charged Honda spit pressurized air out of it's blow-off valve.

"What's up, I'm here to pick up Ami."

"And you happen to be?..."

"Aaron, Aaron Spence."

"Daddy, I told you about Aaron."

"I think that I remember something of that..."

"This is Aaron, and he's a nice guy, daddy!"

"I see....but he's..."

"....A good person, daddy. And I will see you tomorrow. Love you. Bye" Ami said, grabbing a duffel bag.

"Bye, and...young man, be reponsible with my daughter. I love you, Ami."

"Shall we, Aaron?"

"Yeah, let's do this."

Ami proceeded to the right side of the car. "Other side." Aaron said.

"You want me to drive?" Ami asked.

"Nobody drives this, except me. The car is right hand drive. It has the Japanese model interior"

"OK." she said, noticing the car finally.

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They took off from in front of her house. They were soon on interstate US 75. Aaron glanced over at his date. "Ahh" he thought. "I remember when I first saw her..." Ami was, of course, beatuful, as Aaron would never have less. She was his age, 19. She was about a foot shorter than him, at 5'3", she couldn't have weighed any more than 115 lbs, she had a nice smaller "C" cup chest, and an ass that would, as Aaron says "Make a fag pull a double take." But her best feature had to have been her face. Round, but not too round, button nose, nice kissable lips, sweet innocent brown eyes, almond shaped eyes, and can't forget that sexily styled shoulder length brown hair. Ami was Japanese, very Japanese. Aaron first saw Ami at his job, at the Nextel Tele-Communications booth at a local mall. He knew he needed to conquer this woman. After weeks of speaking with this specimen of delight, smooth-talking and convincing her that she should give him a chance, a date was set up. This was that date. They were to go to Universal Studios theme park, then stay at Royal Pacific Resort hotel, an on-site hotel. They would be leaving the hotel tomorrow afternoon, and he'd be safely taking Ami home.

Ami learned that Aaron was a bit of an "asshole", never holding back smart-ass comments, and always ready to fight. Hell, with a body and looks like he has, Ami could see why he's like that. And, perhaps thats what she sees in him, the super-masculine qualities that contrasts her super-feinine ones.

"Hey, I wanna stop at this mall real quick." Aaron said, as he immediately pulled in. He found a good, close space, in a handicapped spot. "Ah, fuck those punk retards. I cant leave my car all far back, so some punk ass bitch can try to jack my shit." After setting his turbo timer to 5 minutes, they left. Ami looked at Aaron puzzed "Hey, if you're so worried about your car why did you leave it on?" Aaron responded, "It's on a turbo timer. Since the car is modified like it is, and is pushing the horse power it does, it needs to allow the oil temperature to normalize before shutting off, or it gets think and frothy, and will have no viscous protection. The timer will shut the engine off when two things happen, one, someone touches the handle and lifts, or two, the 5 minutes that I set have passed.", knowing that she hadn't listened, but always feeling compelled to say more than needed when discussing cars, his true passion.

They entered the mall near the food court area. Aaron just wanted to go to the arcade to see if anyone was playing Marvel VS. Capcom 2, or SNK VS Capcom: Chaos, so he could smash them in it, and, watch them throw quarters away. Aaron, trying to a gentleman, asked "You want anything from this food court?" "No, but thanks, Aaron" she answered. "Less money I gotta spend!" he snickered to himself. They reached the arcade, and Aarons eyes lit up like high intensity discharge beams on a BMW. "Hell fuck yeah!!! It's mass muthafuckas for me to whoop on in some Marvel 2!!!" He inserted his two quarters "Capcom" "Capcom" the game said as he put them in. He chose Ryu, from Street Fighter, Cable, and Cyclops from X-Men. After finishing his last opponent with a Cable "Tiger Kneed" Hyper Viper Beam, a Cyclops Mega Optic Blast, and Ryu's Shinkuu Hadoken(all moves coming in succession), he looked up to see "New Hero" above his opponents' team name's, and saw "38 WINS" above his. Satisfied, he procalimed "I am the goddamned shit in this fucking game!!! You nerds spend all day on the internet getting strategies, and I just come and do it naturally!!! Y'all will never take me, Aaron Spence, out. Hey geek, take over my game, I'm out" He boasted "And dont lose with my characters, or I'll kick your fucking ass. Have fun, pussy." Ami did not have fun, needless to say, just watching him destroy victims. But now they were heading to Universal Studios, where "Hopefully" she looked at him thoughfully "He will show another side to himself."

They pulled on to International Blvd. This is the main street in Orlando, and boy is it ever-teeming with traffic and pedestrians. Stores as far as the eye can see, all colors of neons signs, and a diverse crowd of poeple. "Hey, shit" Aaron exclaimed "That place has a built in go-cart track! That shit mush be fun as hell", looking at the place that apparently was a fun center. He looked to his left at the beautiful girl, no, woman next to him. "Dammit" he thought "I've been self centered AGAIN, shit!!! This made him think. He really just wanted to fuck this girl, as was allways his game plan. But this time he actually had to work just to get the date, when normally, a girl's panties could be talked off of them in 30 minutes or less. Why was this different? Could he be actually feeling something? She is prettier than even his high standards had maintained, and well, she, judging by prior conversations, seems more of a person than those other girls he'd fucked. "Im sorry, Ami, I can tell you are bored, and have not had a good time. It'll be all good in 5 minutes, when we get to Universal."

Aaron was pulled up at a red light, he noticed a Honda Civic next to him."Looks to be an EX model, no rear disc brackes, or Si front lip." He said to himself. The guy revved at Aaron, with his car not as loud as Aaron's. "Easy win" They both knew what to do when the light turned. "That fucker" Aaron said "had no chance!!!" When the guy caught up at the next red light he commented on the right hand drive convesrion, and asked

"What motor you running?"

"Well, I'll tell you this: Fully built Integra Type R motor, B18C5, with T3/T4 Garrett turbo, running on 16 lbs of boost, with a 75-shot of nitrous." replied Aaron.

"Badass, Dude!"

"Yeah, I know." smarted Aaron.

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"Finally we're here" Aaron thought, while seeing that his watch said 7:15. They got out of his Civic, and headed to the hotel. Upon entering the hotel, they were ungulfed by exotic scenery and sounds. The lobby looked as if it were in Bombay, India. The place was immaculately detailed. "Wow, Aaron, it's like we're in another country! This is wonderful!"

"Glad you like it..."

They walked to the reception desk.

"Can I help you sir?"

"I'm Aaron Spence. I have reseved a room, Universal attraction passes, and City Walk passes."

"Let me look you up, one moment, please"

"Everything checks out fine, here are your things. Room 214. A green light will tell that the door has opened when you swipe the key card. Enjoy the Royal Pacific Resort, and thank you"

"We will, you're welcome."

They took the elevator up to the room. Upon looking at the room, it was nicely furnished, with maroon walls. They went ahead and set thier bags down. It was time to have some fun. So, after settling in, they went down stairs, and outside to the water-taxi gates. They, as well as varoius other Royal Pacific guests boarded the boat. Aaron noticed that the RPM guage on the boat's instrument panel read "Honda", and smiled as this revelation. The song "Celebrate" played loudly on the boat, as they slowly went about the theme park's "river".They arrived at the park's City Walk soon after.

Easily thousands of people surrounded them. "This place is someithing else." Ami said. "So, what were you wanting to do, Aaron?"

"That enough about me, why dont we do what ever you want." Aaron said softly.

"OK, I guess since this is a park, maybe we should ride some rides!"

"Yeah, sounds good." Aaron said flatly. "Maybe I should've decided what to do my damn self." He thought. "Alright, lets do this shit." Aaron said boldly, not believing he'd actually talked like that to her.

They went on themed rides, like Spider-Man, the Hulk, and Back to the Future over the next couple of hours, with Aaron treating Ami to a snack, or drink when she wanted. They had also played a few mini games, with Aaron winning various sorts of prizes for Ami. He was actually starting to have a good time, even doing what she wanted to do.

Aaron had suggested that they eat dinner, so they decided on the Hard Rock Cafe. Arriving in the restauraunt, they both looked at the priceless music memrobilia hung on the walls. The stuff has to be real, they nor anyone else could think other wise. They were soon seated. "There is a pink Cadillac obove our table" Ami said, stating the obvoius. "Yeah, I'd be impressed if it was a Nissan Skyline GT-R up there" Aaron said with disgust to the American crapmobile that he saw.

Their orders were taken, and soon they were eating healthy portions of over-priced food. They were looking at one another, seemingly mezmorized by the person looking back. "You know, Ami" Aaron started, breaking the glares "You probably can tell, but to say it like it is, I stink at this kind of shit. You see, I've talked to females many times, and so easily it's them begging to be with me. I really started talking to you with the same intentions."

"I see..."

"Please, girl, this shit is already hard. Over our conversations we had, it made me like you in other ways, ways I never liked a female before. You've shown that you are a wonderful person. I feel like a fuckin' chump saying this shit, but, truth is truth, you know you look good as hell, and I've had a good ass time with you. Oh yeah, I still don't like your dad."

"Truth is, Aaron, this date of ours did start horribly. You know, the mall, and stuff. But, you've come along nicely since we've been here. You've opened up, and had fun with me, you also weren't self absorbed, like I was seeing the you that I wanted to see. And I also apprieciate that you haven't tried any funny bussiness. Aaron Spence, I like you too..."

They left the Hard Rock Cafe, boarded the water-taxi, and called it a night. Upon arrival to their room Aaron reflected on what was said at dinner. Since there were two beds, he decided to not try anything, and sleep seperately. From his bed, he looked at her sleeping body, looking at the brown hair that softly covered the side of her face. He beging to think "I never even thought of an Asian girl before seeing her" his thoughts continued "This could be something nice I got goin' on." He drifted into a deep, fulfilling sleep.

Aaron suddenly awoke to a presence near him. It was Ami. She was wearing a bathrobe, and standing next to his bed. "Wha...." Aaron gasped. "What is this?!" Aaron asked shakenly, wondering how could he be nervous! "This is what we both want, Aaron." she said back, as sexily as possible. "But why?!" he asked as he looked at the prospect. "I;ve been with two other guys ever, and none of them got this far the quick" she said. "You mind my wantin' to know why?" He asked, when he should have been fucking the hell out of some pussy. "We really like each other, and those other two guys were pencil necked, anime-obsessed geeks, who felt that it "completed" them to have a Japanese girlfriend, their reasons were completely shallow, unlike yours. I enjoy being liked as a person, not eye candy for some white guy who has an Asian fetish, and wants to see me dressed as a school girl" He knew he should have fucked her, but after hearing all this stuff, it completely killed his erection. Until she took it into her dainty hand, that is. Let's just say a fun night was had......

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The following morning, Aaron awoke to yet another beautiful Florida morning. Amazed by the confidance Ami gave him, and even more by the turn of events that soon followed, Aaron thought for sure that his attitude, and arrogance about almost every situation they were in had killed any chances he had to impress her, yet this was not the case, and why was Aaron, the sought after one, worried of his chances of winning the maiden? He should be pursued, shouldn't he? Certainly it's normal for him to have to be in pursuit once in a while, right? Aaron wrestled with these thought that consumed him, and a glance at his freind, assured him what this was.

"Hey, you can get up now!" Aaron said loudly "It's almost time to bounce."

"It is? What time is it?"

"It's like 1:15."

Ami got showered and ready, taking no more than 20 minutes. "Something else to like."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it didn't take you forever to get ready, like most females, that's all."

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They went down stairs to check out. When this task was complete, they got their belongings, and placed them in the trunk of Aaron's Civic. They were soon on International Boulevard again. And, again, he was apporached by the car he raced last night. He was signaled to follow, and he knew it meant only one thing, a race....

They stopped in the parking lot of IHOP. "Hey, you wanted me, so what's up with this fuckin' shit?" Aaron demanded.

"Dude, you're gonna get your race" said the 5'8" blonde boy, who's looks were average. "I have a guy who wants to race your shit. He's near, so I'm gonna cell him"

"Shit?! You mean Civic Si."

"What ever."

"So, you smart ass, just who the fuck is your ass?"

"Call me Caleb, and by the way, I noticed you were a smart ass yourself yesterday."

"Look at me, mothafucka, do I look like need to be scared of any body?"

"Here he is."

"Yo, Caleb, this that dude you told me about?"

"Yeah."

The new guy stepped out of his 2003 VolksWagen Jetta VR6 4 Motion. "So this is your car huh?"

"Who else's would it be, jackass?"

"Nice shit. Well, you see what I got, and this is "Run what ya Brung". We can go for, say, $750, that sound right?"

"Yeah, whatever, that's pocket money, and you are?"

"Chad" said the boy, who appeared to be Caleb's twin.

"Hey, you wouldn't bet that sweet thing, heh?"

"What, my fucking car?"

"Nah, that sweet thing INSIDE your car,"

"You must be seriously trying to catch a fucking ass beatin' like I aint never given. Your white ass say some shit like that again..."

"Dude, you don't take anything lightly, do you?"

"No, goddamnit"

"Alright, what's gonna happen is we're gonna give Caleb the money, he's gonna take off at the green light, and he's gonna go till a quarter mile is up. Where he parks marks the line. We will wait, even if we cost people behind us the green light, until we see him park. The next green light is the flag. Winner get the money from Caleb, winner takes all, no questions asked, and no bullshit. Next race will be double or nothin'."

"It's a plan."

Aaron took out seven crisp bills in $100 denominations, and one in $50, and handed them to Caleb. Chad did the same. "No funny shit, cause niether of your cars is faster than mine, and ya can't whoop my ass, not even together."

Everything went according to plan. They were now lined up, with Aaron on the left, and Chad on the right, waiting on the green to strike. "Dont be scared Ami, this shit is always fun."

"I trust you." Ami comforted him, not knowing whether she believed it.

"Ami..."

Aaron revved to 6000 RPM, his re-programmed VTEC crossover point, and waited. "Any second now." The light hit green. Aaron knew he would get wheel spin, since his clutch was a twin-disc unsprung hub unit. Chad was in the lead, and stayed there. *PPSSSHHT* Aaron slammed into second gear at 10,500 RPM. He was gaining fast. Really fast. "AARON!!!!" THE LIGHT IS RED!!!!!!" screamen Ami, loud enough for God to hear. "Shut up, goddamnit!" he screamed back, slamming into third at the same astronomical 10,500 RPM, and taking a firm lead.

"OH GODDD AAARRO!!!!!.............." CCRUUNNCHHH

Chad couldn't believe his eyes! The Civic Si he was just racing was torn into two pieces. Chad knew what would happen if he stayed around, he was getinng his ass out that shit. "Hey Caleb, you see that shit?"

"Fuck yeah. Well, we still got his fuckin' money! Now let's get the fuck outta here!"

"Dude, I hear that, lets get some killer X!"

"Shit yeah, that cocky ass fucker deserved that shit anyways......"

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"What is your name, son?"

"Aaaarrroonn Sssppencccce..." He said weakly.

"Do you know where you are?"

"Hossspitttaaalll?"

"Correct"

"Aaammii......wwherre....?"

"Your occupant?"

"Yessss"

"Don't worry about that now, getting YOU better is what we need to worry about, at the present moment."

Aaron felt a sharp pain, among all the other numerous pain he had already felt, and soon slipped into a serene, peaceful state.

"How's it going there mister Spence? Asked the doctor, who appeared to be average doctor type, about 50 years of age, salt and pepper hair, and fit for his age. Very Nordic.

"I'm alright, nothing time wont heal. And Doc, I'be been up for a few days, so what's the date?"

"Monday August the 12th."

"I was out over two months?"

"Yes, Mr. Spence, as you know, It was a very, very bad accident. Now that you've been functioning for a while, there is someone wishing to speak to you,"

"Yeah."

"This is detective Murray, OPD"

"Well, he said my name, so that's covered." the detective said, gruffly "Doc, he and I will need you to sit this out. Thanks"

"Sure. I'll Be back in an hour, Aaron."

"OK, Mister Spence. You know the accident you were in was bad, and that your passenger, Ami Yamamoto, was brutally killed in this accident. You also know that the accident was due to your little racing fun. Yes, It was your fault, of course. There were charges pending, and now that you're in better condition, they have been brought before you. They are as follows: Exhibition of speed, contest of speed, wreckless endangerment, wreckless operation of a motor vehicle, and, of course, involuntary manslaughter. When you get ready, we can go downtown, and Aaron, the doctor won't be seeing you in an hour, your lawyer will. Ready when you are."

He knew there would be some recoil from his action, when he awoke, but this is insane! He looked at the man as he left seeing that the detective was a man of about 40 years, with a hardend look of years of cop work. He also saw that the man had no wedding band, and could see why. The man also wore the typical brownish gray trench coat. As Aaron put on clothes brought earlier by his family, he contemplated on what would be comming next.

As he was led into the drab building. He thought not about Ami, but about getting out of this shit.

"Dad, you what know happened..

They are bringing a whole bunch of charges on me. What are we gonna do?"

"Well, son, since I am you father, I cant represent you, but I'll get a guy from my firm. They've given you a bail, right?"

"Yeah, $200,000, beacuse of the number and seriousness of the stuff."

"I'll bring the bail. See you in an hour."

His father, David Spence, a well known lawyer, was soon on his way to the precinct. Upon arrival, David asked the desk staff where his son, Arron Spence was. He was asked if he was the one paying the bail. He answered "Yes." He then paid the said amount by check, and was shown to his son. Without looking up, Aaron got his ass up and followed his father out of the building, and to his Porsche Cheyenne SUV. As they started on I-75, David began "Aaron, do you understand the full reprocussions of your actions?"

"Yeah."

"And knowing you, you don't care that you killed a young woman, and destroyed three cars, do you? You want your influencial father to get you out of this, am I right?"

"Well....yeah....I can't go to jail."

"Well, son, you know that I will most likely get you out of jail time, but some money is needed, which is covered, and possibly people not being fond of you for getting off with such a bad crime."

"Thats what I'm talkin' about!"

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They continued home, where Aaron immediatley saw his empty garage spot, that once contained his beautiful 2000 Honda Civic Si. "Shit, losing that girl was bad, but my fucking Civic?" There was no better in Orlando, or possibly anywhere. "Man. I gotta get me another car tomorrow. I'll have dad cut me a check. Well, let me get to my fucking bed, for the first time in months." He slept on his bed for the first time in months, and drifted into the most bothersome sleep he'd ever have.

"What the fuck....." gasped Aaron "That fuckin' dream, it was like Ami was talking to me, that's some fucking crazy ass shit, that kinda shit just don't fuckin' happen."

Aaron drifted off once agian, visualizing Ami's sweet face saying she liked him. "That same crazy ass shit! Alright, I'm up for the night, forget this shit." He then thought about those blooming feelings that she had, and that he seemed to be having. This night was torment. How could he think such cold, uncaring thoughts about this sweet girl, who lit up whatever room she was in, and the spirits of those that was in there. He'd been up for about two weeks, and hadn't even so much as checked on her family, especially being at fault, and not having much trauma to himself. He had conflicting thoughts, some saying "just worry about your self", and some saying otherwise.

Aaron got ready and dressed, being smug that he'd survived that accident, and kept his extraordinary looks, although his musclature has minimal suffering, due to his two month hiatus. He was going to be getting himself a new car this afternoon, to cope with the loss of his baby, his Civic Si. "This shit is going to be off the chain" exclaimed Aaron "That petition for restored drving priviledges was granted, and I need a new baby." He and his dad were soon out.

"Where is it that you want to go?"

"Mitsubishi." replied Aaron, thinking of the new car he already knew he wanted.

They arrived at the Mitsubishi dealer. Aaron stepped out of his father's Saab 9-3 Viggen Wagon. "Welcome to Orlando Mitsubishi, I'm Thomas Simpson, can I help you today." Said a twenty-something man with sandy hair, well defined features. Looked to be born for the job.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a nice sporty car" Replied Aaron.

"OK, There are new Eclipse GT's, Lancer Ralli Art's, and some older Eclipse GS's around here."

"Ain't you forgetting something" Aaron said rudely.

"Ahh..uhh..right, Lancer Evolution VIII"

"That's what I was thinking about." he smirked.

"Uh...OK, let's see if we can get financing on that Evo 8."

"That won't be nessesary" David cut in. "I can cut a check, here and now, and since it happens to be early, it can clear quickly."

"Well, I need to drive it first, so get the keys, Sparky." Aaron said cockily.

The three men later stepped onto the small red sedan. "By the way, I'm Aaron Spence, and this is my father, David, a well known lawyer."

"OK, Aaron, this is a very powerful car, so you know what you're getting into."

"I know all about this car. 271 horsepower, all wheel drive, factory turbo."

"You do your studying"

"Yep, now I'm gonna do me some driving."

They all soon found out just how fast the Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VIII was, thanks to Aaron. Aaron also realized that his accident had not cured his need for speed, and that he was over his Civic Si, and yes, even Ami. They arrived back at the dealer, with David and Thomas's hearts beating out of their chests. "I want this car." A satisfied Aaron said. Later they were in the dealership's lobby, awaiting the clearing of the $33,599.73 check.

"It's all ready. and everything is taken care of, and your new Evo 8 it ready, just let me clean it off. The title has been transferred, and here is the warranty info, ownership manual, title, and keys. Thank you Mister Spence, both, and Thank you again. Have fun."

"Thanks, Sparky."

As they left, now in seprate cars, and heading sepearte ways, Thomas looked thoughtfully, thinking "Yes, thanks to them, and my commission, I've made $3,500, all before noon. I love this job,"

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After having a full day showing off his Lancer Evolution VIII, and even having been gutsy enough to race with it, so soon after that accident, Aaron was beat. Putting the keys on his nightstand, he got ready for the shower. Giving himself a look-over, the thought "How do I do it?! Heh, heh" He then proceeded to jump in the shower. He was soon finding himself tired, and said "Fuck it, I'm gonna lay it down." as he thought about returning to work tomorrow, and his court date on the 15th.

"Ami.....what is it?!?!?"

"Aaronnn........"

"That sweet voice...Ami...Where are you?!"

"Aaronnn......."

"Hey, what the fuck was that shit? That bitch is dead. I didn't love her, I can't be thinking about that shit, goddamnit." Aaron said to calm himself. "As nice as she was, she is just a fucking memory."

He returned to a tossing and turning filled slumber.

He again was up early, and felt compelled to do something, but what? He went ahead and got ready for work, although it was 7:00 am, and he three hours to spare. Aaron grabbed his keys and headed to his new car. "Look at that odometer!" he said to himself, reading that the car has 127 miles, all put there by him yesterday.

Two similar days passed, and this was now the morning of his court date. With the help of his father's firm, he copped out a reduced sentence of 2 years probation, and $175,000, which was less than his bail had been. Ami's father had been there, and could not believe this travesty. He was not getting jail time, and was acually getting money back. Thier sweet daughter was KILLED because this young black punk was street racing on the bussiest street in Orlando, and there was no real punishent? This was disheartening. Thoughts begin to spring to Mr. Yamamoto's head.

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Aaron had again had a bad sleep, knowing full well that his punishent was too light. This was Saturday, and he once again was compelled to do something, abut once again he didn't know what it was. He was out cruising again, and found himself in a starng neighborhood. He recognized this house that he absent mindedly parked in front of. It was Ami's house. "Why the fuck did I come to this mothafucka" he said, while going to the door. He was about to knock, when the door opened. Standing in front of Aaron was Mr. Yamamoto, Ami's father, who Aaron didn't like.

"Young Spence."

"Yeah..."

"Come in...and take your shoes off."

Aaron found himself in Ami's house, sitting on the couch, and shoeless. He watched the old Japanese man go into his kitchen, and thought about why was he here? This time in the morning? And why was he invited in as though he was expected? The man stepped back in the room, and was carrying a tea cup on top of a small saucer.

"Tea." Yamamoto said, not really asking, but rather telling.

"I don't drink that stuff." Aaron said sharply.

"But I insist."

"Alright, I'll drink the tea."

He sipped the tea, noting a funny taste. "This shi...stuff ain't gonna kill me me is it?"

"No, young Spence." was softly replied. "And give you death like you gave my daughter? No, I would never."

"Ha ha..." he said "Very funny old guy."

"You talk this way to someone in their own home?"

"Yeah, and what about it."

"How can you, or anyone be this way?"

"Look ,man, I don't know. I just am.......and I don't know why I came here. I just....."

"Was drawn to our abode....?"

Aaron was puzzeld, but appeared unshaken.

"Instead of gettin' all mad and shit, why don't you just make another one?, y'all might be young enough."

"Another what......?"

"Another kid. Ha ha ha ha" Aaron continued ", "Hey, you wasn't the only loser, I lost my Honda Civic Si in that accident, an that car was worth more than a human life."

"EMOTIONLESS KID!!! Well, for your information, my wife and I are doing just that. You see that urn? That is Ami!!! You black bastard!!! That is all that is left of her...... When I laid eyes upon you, I could see trouble...you are arrogant, and think you can have your way with any situation...., and you, young one, have not been punished, and will be very soon. Soon you'll be in a situation that you cannot control."

"That's a threat?" Aaron demanded.

"It's a promise, young Spence."

"No one talks to me this way, I will beat your old ass!!!" With that, Aaron went to use his refined fighting skills. His left punch was countered, and he saw a kick come that he was able to counter. When Aaron came with his right punch, he was dropped on the spot.

Aaron found himself in his car, with his shoes next to him in the passenger seat. He went to work in pain, thinking about having gotten his ass kicked by an old ass fucker.

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"You don't look too hot." noticed Matt, who was Aaron's co-worker, who looked like Justin Timberlake.

"Rough night..." he weakly repiled.

"Yeah." Matt said, not wanting to go any farther and piss Aaron off.

They went about the days work, as usual. Eyeing a few chicks, here and there. Aaron couldn't shake these thoughts. He had been the biggest asshole in the world, in the house of the parents of the girl that died because of his mistake. "At least I didn't go to jail...." he thought, trying to console himself. At 7:30 pm, he looked to Matt, and said "Hey, man, go ahead and get out of here. I'm closing up at 8:00." Matt went ahead and left. A half hour later, Aaron left, and went straight home.

Upon arriving at home, Aaron didnt didn't even change out of his Nextel shirt. He was beat, and had to overcome this bad gnawing feeling that had been going on for quite some time. He started thinking about the girl who was dead, thanks to him, and those conflictiong feelings came back. "Damn, Ami was a good girl, and she didn't desreve what I gave her......" Aaron

drifted to sleep.

"Huuuhhh huhhhh hhh..... what the ffffuckk?!?! I'm covered in sweat!!! "I haven't thought about Ami tonight, but what the fuck? I feel weak, and I'm cold as shit......Goddamnit what the fuck?!?!?!

Aaron awoke at 8:45 that morning, not rested, from that horrible sleep. He went to his bathroom to get ready. Even though he was half asleep, he noticed some strange shit. His muscles....he knows that they were atrophied from the accident, but they hadn't been this weak looking, not just yesterday. "Well, goddamnit, I gotta hit the fucking iron." Aaron said. "But, that sweatin' and that gnawing shit, from yesterday, that shit was crazy as fuck. And that pain is still here." He finished getting ready, and was soon out the door.

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"Hey, is zat a Evo?" Called out the stocky teen, next to Aaron, while at the red light

"Yeah, and I suppose that is the Non-Evo?"

"Yeah, it is" then he continued "How bout it, just for fun? My Lancer ES versus your Lancer Evolution."

"Hey, you know thats a waste of time, right? But if you want to..."

After the breif stoplight race, Aaron found himself at work. He normally didn't work on Sunday, but, he needed car parts, and dad isn't gettin' nothing this time. "Hey, Aaron, what's up? Hey, man you look sick." Matt said inquiringly.

"It ain't nothin', I'm good, man."

"Sure about that?"

"What I say!!!"

"Whatever, dude."

They began the day like any other. Of course this being Sunday, bussiness was lax, but whatever. The mall closed at 5:00 pm on Sunday, so they were soon heading home.

On the way home, Aaron realized, that he hadn't chilled with any of his boys since he came back. He decided to go to Devon's house. Devon was suprised to see Aaron. "Yo, dog, what the fuck's up? greeted Devon, who's nickname was "R.Kel" because of his likeness to R. Kelly.

"Shit, you know what I'm sayin'."

"Yo, man, I heard about that shit that happened. That's some fucked up ass shit."

"Fuck yeah." Aaron finished "That shit is over, fuck it."

"Aye, man, you cool? You look fucked up."

"Yeah, I'm good. I guess it was all that bullshit.."

They chilled, and got drunk as fuck. Soon they wold be fucking some nice ass bitches. "Whaaatt!!! my goddamned dick!!! that shit wont work!!! Aaron sceamed hysterically.

"Come on, man, it's because you fucked up." said a drunken Devon.

"Nigga, I got to get the fuck up outta this piece. I'm fucked up, but I ain't too fucked up to fuck some pussy, I know something is fucked up." With that, Aaron sped home as quickly as his Lancer Evolution VIII would take him.

"What the fuck is this shit?! My dick, that shit is smaller. Hold the fuck up, I'm smaller!!!? That can't be....mothafuckas don't just shrink, maybe I am too fucked up. Time to lay it down."

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Aaron got up Monday morning feeling a total differentness about himself. He actually was smaller, and shorter, he also noticed that he was lighter of skin color than earlier before, but definitely still black. He had noticed that he didn't wake up with his morning wood, but his dick wasn't actually smaller. It was still the 10 limp inches he'd had before. In fact, when he held it, it seemed bigger in his hands. As he put on his fresh clothes for work, they didn't seem to fit him, as if they had gotten streched. "What the fuck" he said angrily, "It's like I'm reversing my goddamned pubes'. I can swear that I'm getting all small and shit."

Later, Aaron found himself at work. "What's UP!" Aaron's voice cracked.

"Yo, man" Matt said "You look even different from yesterday, and you don't sound like Aaron."

"I don't fucking know."

"So, you aren't denying it today, huh?"

"Man, look at this shit, Matt, anyone that knows me can tell some differences."

"You ain't lyin'." Then Matt continued "You seen a doctor, yet?"

"Why, so they can tell me I got AIDS-2, or some crazy unheard of shit like that? Hell no!"

"You're parents seen anything yet?"

"I don't even see their asses, when I'm up, they're gone, when I come back, they're sleep. So, they ain't seen shit. It doesn't matter, it'll go away, and I'll be back to kicking ass."

The day's activities went uneventful. Aaron and Matt closed up shop, and were soon heading away from the mall.

"See ya, Aaron, you cocky ass fucker!!!" said Matt jokingly as he went to his car.

"Peace, you faggot ass bitch!!!" Answered Aaron, in a voice that was even higher than today's high pitch.

Matt had gotten into his 2002 Pontiac Trans Am WS6, and had driven off. Aaron wanted to say something to himself, to convince him that that voice was a fluke. "I am Aaron Spence." he was surprised "Oh no, that shit was me! I sound like..like..a..kid!!!!" He then tried to deepen his voice, the way kids do. "I'm Aaron Spence." And it sounded just like that....a kid trying to make his voice sound lower. "Oh fucking god, What the fuck!!!!!" what is this, and WWHHHYYYYY" He sulked for a while before getting into his car. He needed to get home, and do it fast.

"Oh, shit" Aaron said, staring into his bathroom mirror "It's worse....." He was not even 6 feet tall, any more, his bodily features were more smooth. His six-pack stomach, which took hard work to get, didn't exist any more, the body builder's physique he worked for since the age of 13, was leaving him, fast. We wasn't even as tall, or muscular as he'd been at 15 years old. "What is going the fuck on??.....GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!! I'm turning into a fuckin' kid!!!!!!! There wasn't anything I liked about childhood, the weakness, the vunerablility........I can't be living that shit again......" Aaron went to bed, not mad, as he'd normally be, but crying.

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"What. The. Fuck........" Aaron couldn't belive his eyes, or yet heightening voice. Since sleeping, he'd gotten shorter, of smaller stature, grown a few shades lighter, and his chest didn't look right. His nipples were quite big, sticking out about a good inch, or so, and they were also rounder. This was bad, because they weren't even erect. His areolae were also streched out. Thank goodness, nothing else swelled. He just had to look down. "My dick, it's still big. Thank goodness." He coninued, "but my legs!?!? where are my goddamned muscles!!! I look even more like a kid....Damnit, damnit, damnit, fuck, fuck, fuck, SON OF A BITCH!!!!! "I might have to talk to my parents, maybe their asses can help. I don't want to go to work, but fuck it, I need the money." Aaron knew today that he'd even need to get some new work clothes, because this looked rediculous, his now small frame, allowing his clothes to hang off. He also noticed how that gnawing feeling never let up since it began. He finally saw his face, and nothing changed there. With that giving him a slight uplift, he got ready.

Well, not feeling as enthusiastic as usual when driving, Aaron drove calmly this day. He saw a goldish R34 Nissan Skyline GT-R, at the same stop light he'd had began his tragic race. "Shit, that is the fucking holy mother of cars!" he said, with his kiddy voice. He approached the light, getting in the opposite lane, rolling down the window. After seeing this car, he hadn't thought about his bodily problems, why?, street racing was his being, and having the chance to race a Skyine, the Japanese-only market car, was the chance of a lifetime. "Aye man, that's some nice ass shit, that a V Spec?" The Asian guy, whose hair was frosted, appeared to look other wise typical "Import Lover", lowered his black shades, and looked at the Lancer Evolution VIII, saying " Damn, kid, mommy got you an Evo 8!?, what're you, dude, like 15?"

"15?!, 15?!, I'm mothafuckin' 19 years old, man!"

"My bad, dog, but to answer that question, M Spec Nurburgring Edition."

"Where you get that shit?"

"Imported through MotoRex, and shipped here."

"Tight. So, you must know what the Evo is, I think we should do this shit, right here."

"Sounds fun, dude, at the green!"

The light turns green. They are off in their all wheel drive, turbo charged Japanese beasts. They both rowed through their gears as only seasoned street racers can. As fast as the Lancer is, this Skyline was ahead by two car-lengths. "Goddamnit" Aaron yelled as the Skyline was still pushing forward. They approached the intersection that the accident happened. As he got closer, he saw a flash.....

He saw an apparition, it was Ami. She appeared to look directly into his soul, from the intersection.

"But...Aaron, I liked you....and I thought you liked me too....."

"Ami!!!........Is that you?!...You're dead. Fucking dead, I won't believe...."

Just like that, he passed through the intersection, at 120 MPH. Still going, he remembered that crazy ass shit, but it seemed to be in the backburner of his mind. The car he was racing was flashing his blinkers, indicating his victory. They both slowed, with Aaron far behind. Once they stopped at the next red, he once again pulled up next to the Skyline. "What you got done to that?"

" T25 Single turbo upgrade, a Nismo reworked head, HKS 272 cams and full exhaust, nitrous, the works."

"Goddamn. I knew these would be a good ass race if they were stock, but you obviously ain't. What's that sumbitch pushin'?"

"On low boost, about 550, on full boost 730, and full boost with nitrous about 850 horsepower."

"That shit is goddamned crazy as fuck, I used to have a Civic Si with a 600 horse Integra Type R motor, right hand drive."

"So, that makes you Aaron Spence. That was a nice ass car."

"How you know about me?!"

"You totalled that car, right back there, didn't you? That shit was in the papers, on the news, and in the circles of street racers. Your car was sold for $500 at the auction, although it wasn't much of a car left, by the pics of it"

"Is that right?"

"Hey, man, you don't look like the Aaron spence I saw pictures of. I guess it's true what they say, the camera makes ya look different."

"I guess...."

"Hey, the goddamned light is green!!!!" barked a motorist "Get a fucking move on!!!"

"Peace." the Asian guy said.

Aaron nodded his head, and took off as well. "I didn't catch his damn name." he said aloud. He then reflected on the bizzare occurance that happened a minute ago, and also the remarks of the guy he had just raced. "Kid?" he wondered, "15 years old?, what the fuck?" The race had taken his mind off of his seemingly mounting problems, but now, they were back to the forefront. "What the fucking hell is happening? This shit just don't happen, and I've seen enough Discovery channel, and shit like that, ain't no one ever had some shit that makes 'em get younger. I ain't even as manly as I was at 15. I still have a pain that's just all over, and that shit hasn't let up since Saturday. This is some fuckin' weird ass shit." He finished driving to work, less enthusiastically, thinking about all this shit. "Could it be some bitch that I fucked?" He had to do something, but what?

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Aaron went to the Nextel booth, to start his work day, and he wondered "What is this mothafuckin' dude Matt gonna say today?" He definitely changed even more than yesterday, and even sounded pre-pubescent. He saw Matt ascend up the escalator, and walk to the cellphone booth.

"Yo, man, something is defenitely wrong with your ass, dude. You look short as hell, and you are lighter, I didn't think black people could get lighter, except ,like, Micheal Jackson." He finished with a laugh, trying to lighten things.

"Micheal Jackson ain't never had no disease, his ass has been getting bleached."

"So that's what you're doing?"

"Fuck no, I love being a big, cocky, mean fucking BLACK son of a bitch! I wouldn't have that shit otherwise." He thought about how ironic that statement sounded with his looks. "I bask in the glory of being able to beat anyone's ass, and fuck anyone's bitch."

"Yeah, I guess you do."

"Yeah, I do."

"Hey man, you've been sounding like a kid today."

"Wow, you can state the obvious." Aaron flatly said.

"All that cocky shit aside, dude, you need help. It's not everyday that you see a big black dude go from, like 6' 3", and shivel to my eye level, which is like 5'9", or go from baritones to a childish voice, and get all skinny like that. That shit just doesn't happen, not by any medical explanation."

"I know that shit, I was thinking about the same shit. My clothes are too big, I have to move the seat up in my car, and all this crazy ass shit."

"Any other shit been happening, man?"

"Naw, just this shit you see." Aaron answered, thinking about his chest, which obviously he wasn't saying anything about.

"I don't know what to say, dude."

"Then let's not. We need to get the day's work taken care of anyway."

"Yeah" Matt responded.

The day went smoothly, until a particular customer came along. This customer was a breathtaking woman. Aaron had remembered activating the woman's phone. She was a sight, a 5'10'' woman, with shoulder length blonde hair, a face like Crhristina Applegate from 10 years ago, nice perky 'B' cups, and a nice heart shaped ass from the back, and a nice cameltoe from the front, indicating she had a nice fat pussy, and the body of a runway model. Aaron saw that she was dressed like a casual mall go-er, but he remembered her being dressed to kill the first time he ever saw her. They had some conversation, and exchanged numbers at the time, though they'd only talked once, and that was before the accident. "Excuse me."

"How can I help you, Rebecca" Aaron answered.

"Just how do you know my name?" she asked, puzzled.

"We talked, I'm Aaron."

"I'm sorry, but you're not the Aaron I remember."

"It's me."

"Come on kid, I see some resemblance, but you're not Aaron Spence. I'm a pretty tall woman, and he towered over me, not to mention that hot body he had, you have neither. You're even lighter in color than he was. Not him, kid."

"Alright, how could I know your name, and mine, if I wasn't Aaron? I remembered getting your number when I activated your damn phone, and we talked once, on the phone. Just how would I know this shit?"

Rebecca gasped "...Aaron..., but how, that can't be the Aaron I was talking to."

"This is Aaron Spence." cut in Matt.

"Aaron...you've..."

"Changed a little, I noticed myself. Hey, don't worry, we were makin' plans, let's make some more. Don't worry, I've gotten smaller, but my equipment hasn't." He said rudely and cockily.

"So you expect me to be a cradle robber?" she said, mocking sexual tones.

"Didn't I tell your ass that I'm Arron. I'm still 19."

"I was just messing. So, suppose that I believe that you're Aaron, what do we do?"

"Shit, I'll call you up tonight, I still have that number."

"OK, but you still need to convince me that you're the big strong sexy black guy that I remeber talking to, and kid, if you're really a kid, you're grass." she said playfully. "OK, I think I came in here for a case for my

phone...."

They finished the transaction, and the rest of the day. At 9:00 pm, they closed up shop, and once again headed out to their cars. "Alright, Aaron!" Matt said.

"Alright, then."

"Hey, Aaron, I hope that blonde gives you the pussy, cause you need it dude."

"Fuck you, man."

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Aaron got into his car, again needing to change the seat position. He went straight home, so he could see his parents. He pulled in, and parked in the spot that was once reserved for his Civic Si. He entered the house, and went to the master bedroom. "KNOCK KNOCK"

"Who?"

"Me, Aaron." "I need to see y'all."

The door opened. His parents were standing there. "So, what do you want......WHAT, AARON?!!?"

"Yeah, I know."

"You...you look...."

"Different. I don't know what goin' on with this mess. I've had this tingling all over since Saturday, and that's when all this stuff started happenin'. Dreams, cold sweats, the changing features..."

"You sound...so..."

"Like a goddamned KID. I know."

"I...I don't know what to say, Aaron." his mother gasped.

"I already determined this ins't a disease, and I dont' know of any physical problems that could make this happen. I seem to be turning back into a kid. A goddamned kid."

"You don't want to see a doctor?" his father asked.

"Not happening, those are just places of bad news."

"This perturbs me, my son, who was 6'3' and worked out feverishly, now smaller than his younger sister, and almost as short...I, my self am at a loss for words." his father stated.

"We don't make you do anything you don't wan't to do, but you really should get yourself to the hospital, it isn't like the medical bills will be a problem, Aaron." Theresa continued "You almost don't look like my son" she was soon crying on David's arm.

"You see that your mother is worried, Aaron, you owe this to her."

"OK, I'll give this a few days to go away, and if it's not getting better, I'll do what you wish." He then looked at his mother, not doing so out of care, but obligation, and said "Nothings going to happen, and I love you." Aaron hated using those words. He did love his family, but he was too much of a man for this sappy stuff.

"I love you too, Aaron." she said, wiping a tear away.

"Son, you get out of this....."

"Alright, you two go back bed, sorry to bother y'all, see you later."

His parent were in their room thinking about what they saw. Their son was not the big, strong, tower of a young man he had been. He was a frail, skinny kid. They talked about it amongst themselves, and decided, they'd look at the internet, and find articles, and such. "Our son, David."

"I know, I saw it too, Theresa."

Aaron was in his room, thinking about this crazy ass shit. He didn't wan't to to even take his clothes off. He'd figured out that thus far, he'd get some subtle changes during the day, nothing readily seeable, and he'd get some major changes at night. Just like puberty, in reverse. Aaron hated this idea, because he didnt like to be smaller, weaker, or have anything to do with the meek. He basked in his physical dominance. And to have anything less, was "imperfect". "Well, I guess I gotta see what bullshit happened today." Aaron sighed, getting ready for the shower. "Shit!!! Aaron said wide eyed, looking at his chest. He appeared to have "Bitch Tits" as he and his old weightlifting buddies called it, or gynecomastia. He was even skinnier, and and his hips appeared to flare out. "Oh. Fucking. Shit." he said, oblivious to his bottom half, "I got bitch tits!!! I made fun of the mothafuckas in gym who had that shit, now I have it?!!? IThis shit is rediculous! It'll go away, It'll go away, damn well better go away." Aaron got in the shower, noticing that he was more sensitve to the touch of his towels. His nipples hardened as the towel went over his chest."Man, if somebody sees this shit..." He looked down to see his dick, which was still the same size. "Thank goodness!" It looked even bigger on this smaller body. While looking down, he realized that there was hair in the tub. "All of my hair?" Aaron lamented, "Even my fucking waves that I sported?" Yes, all of Aaron's hair was gone, ALL of it. "This is just great." Aaron was soon asleep.

Aaron was awakened by intense pain. He had enough wits to look at the clock, with flashed 3:16 am. "Whaa.." He was racked with more intense pain, pain which came from his lower extremties. The pain was so intense, he couldn't even scream. He soon was passed out due to the pain.

Aaron awoke a few hours later. "Huuuhhh, huuuhh" Aaron gasped "That wa......." He shreiked, "My voice..... it sounds like a...NO!" he couldn't say it. "I am Aaron Spence, I AM AARON SPENCE." he said, trying to sound deeper, but instaed of sounding like a kid making his voice lower, as he did yesterday, he sounded like girl trying to do the same thing. "Oh shit, I really do sound like a...female, it's worse than yesterday." After this revelation, he finally looked down at his body. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!, I LOOK GODDAMNED WHITE" he said looking at his now even skinnier, hairless arm. Aaron had to see his body in full view, despite being scared of what he would find. He stood in front of his body mirror, eyes closed. "1, 2, 3" Aaron looked at the image in the mirror. "But how...." He cringed at the image. He saw a freak. He saw his own face, but with thin hair on his eye brows, and stubble on his scalp, which apparently grew last night, since he was bald everywhere. His face was "olive" colored, as was the rest of his body. He already missed his goatee. His little "Bitch Tits" had grown into a definite female shape, about very, very small "B" cup. He looked lower. "I'm shaped like a goddamned teenage girl, a white looking teenaged girl., a white looking teenage girl with a big dick. God, please give me the answer!!!!! I am Aaron Spence, 6'3", 200 pounds of pure MUSCLE, and most importanty, BLACK!!!" He demaned. That's not what the image he saw said. It was Aaron's face, sans goatee, but not much else.

Aaron pondered on going to work, but since, there was 2 workers, and he was the lead, he did need to go. "Atleast being the manager, I don't answer to no one, and Matt has already seen changes, so fuck it." He said with his girls voice. "I need to make sure I don't talk to anyone, I can hide this goddamned body, but not this voice, and this voice does not go to my face." He didn't have any clothes fitting his new size. "I stocked some shirts in the botton drawer, should be at least one small enough." He was out the door after eating a quick breakfast.

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"I really wish I knew what the fuck was going on." Aaron thought, while sliding into his Mitsubishi Lancer. He noticed that he could merely slide in, as opposed to swinging in, and he knew, by logic, that he'd have to slide the seat up even further, which he did. "At first, I thought I was turning into a kid, now it looks like a girl." Aaron said calmly, as he was beyond being shocked anymore. As he was driving on International Boulevard, he saw the Nissan Skyline GT-R M Spec Nur from yesterday. "Shit, I'd love to race his ass, and possibly talk for minute, but that ain't happening." Aaron's Lancer approached the Skyline. "Hey, Aaron, what's up, man."

Aaron couldn't talk, so he motioned to his neck, which was skinny beyond belief.

"You can't talk, eh?"

Aaron shook his head "No".

"Hey, man, You look a little different, pale.....I don't know..."

Aaron shrugged guesturing "I don't know."

"Hey, you wanna try it again?" the Asian asked.

Aaron shook his head "No", and they were both soon off. Even against a 850 horse GT-R, he wouldn't ever back down, but today's trip to work, was for reflection, not racing. He eventually reached the mall, and headed to his booth. "Damn, dude!" Matt said, looking down at Aaron.

"Shit, Matt, I knew I got smaller, but I ain't had nobody to compare myself to, goddamn! You must be, like, a half foot taller than me!!"

"Aw, dude....you can't be no more 5'3", sound like a girl, and let me see....." He gave Aaron a tittie twister. His hand was smacked off...

"GODDAMNIT, YOU FUCKIN' SON OF A BITCH !!!!! YOU DO THAT SHIT AGAIN, I WILL FUCK YOU UP, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!" he added "WHITE MOTHER FUCKER"

"Damn, man, you usually got something up your ass like every fuckin' day, but damn!"

"Look, fuckin' ass clown, more shit is going on. I do sound like a girl, and yes for the love of the fucking holy, I have grown some goddamned tits." Aaron cried "I don't need YOUR ass reminding me that I have fucking tits like some bitch!!!!"

"Look, man, I didn't know it was all like that, plus, you seemed to be taking this shit pretty good."

"You know how I am, I don't show shit. This shit is affecting me....I don't know....I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANYTHING IS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!! "I am Aaron Spence......I am Aaron Spence, strong, powereful, and feared!"

"Man, just leave me the keys, I'll run the shop, and close up early, at about 8:00. Go ahead. I'll stop by your house before work tomorrow, or something. Alright?"

"You know what, you ain't bad, I think I will leave, thanks."

Aaron gave Matt the keys, and left, thankful that the mall was still in pre-open, and no one heard his girlish sounding rant.

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"I got some shit to do" Aaron proclaimed, getting into his Mitsubishi Lancer. "I ain't beat nobody's ass in a good minute, so that's what I'm gonna do." he chuckled at the thought. "I am Aaron Spence, known for beating ass, and that hasn't changed. Ha ha ha ha!!!!!!"

It was about 11:15 am, when Aaron pulled into the parking lot of the 7-Eleven. He had went to a "bad neighborhood", just to make sure that there would be someone ready to fight. He parked away from the store, making sure his car was unlocked. Aaron spotted someone who looked "worthy", a black guy, looking slightly shorter than Aarons' old height, muscular, had a well defined face, with the obligatory goatee, and hair cut short. Looked to Aaron as though he had his fighter. Moving away from car, as to not let anyone see that it was his. He got closer. He stood in front of the guy. "What you wan't, dude."

Aaron just stood there.

"Aye, dude, if you don't wan't shit, raise up outta my way, mothafucka." The guy said flatly.

Aaron pushed him in his chest.

"Oh, you little motherfucka, thas' what it's like, nigga?!" he readied for a fight "Bring that shit, bitch!"

Aaron swung, landing square on the face. "You bitch ass nigga, that was 'sposed to hurt?!!?"

Aaron felt a right come across his face. He shook it off, easily, and went for a left roundhouse kick. Hovever, he was wobbly on that kick (not yet having had a situation that showed him his new center of balance), and was met with a gut check....

"SHIT!!!" Aaron yelled, this attack hurting much more than the attack to his face.

"What the fuck?!?" the guy yelled, and was met with with a 3-piece punch combo. The guy was angered by the well placed attacks, although not fazed. Aaron was on the attack, placing well laid out shots at the man. The man was able to catch Aaron with a left to the face, which didn't hurt, but was followed with a knee to the gut. "GODDAMN!!!" Aaron yelled, having been punched and kicked harder by more skilled fighters, but none of those attacks felt anything like this...

"Hold, up, hold the fuck up!!!" the man said as a crowd was brewing. It consisted of mostly blacks, and hispanics, but everybody was young. "You a bitch?!?, I ain't fightin' no goddamn bitch."

"NO!! I ain't no goddamned bitch" Aaron yelled

"Yeah, you ugly as hell, lookin like some goddamn man, but yo ass is a bitch, listen at ya, crazy ass bitch"

"I.....I ain't....FUCK YOU, NIGGA!!!!!" Aaron went again to attack, being again unsteady, and missing. He was gutted for the third time. "Agggghh!!, shit!!" Aaron knew he couldn't try to fight, his punches were too weak, and the precise balance needed for his kicks were compromised. He was done. He knew it.

"You know, me and my dudes over there..." The man said with a glint in his eyes "would let you go, IF you want to show us a good time...."

Some of the people from the otherwise apathetic crowd walked torward to two. "So, was' it gone be?" The original man demanded.

"I'm trying to tell you that I ain't no fucking bitch..."

"Your face is split to hell(this means "ugly"), but you good enough to to run a train on."

"Whatever, mothafucka. That shit ain't happenin', I've fucked up better fighters than you."

"That ain't what it looked like to me, you stupid bitch." The man turned to his "friends" "Take this bitches' shirt off, y'all."

About 4 men eased their way torward Aaron. He tensed, ready to fight some more. "Your graves, mothafuckas!" He then attacked wildly, holding them at bay for a minute, until he was grabbed by one of them. "Hold her crazy ass, with all this goddamn trouble, we gettin' this shit!"

One of the men attempted to pull the oversized shirt from Aaron's very small frame. He struggled, but he couldn't resist 8 hands that were stronger than his own. "Wooo..boy! look at these titties! She got some a' them young titties!" Aaron started to do what a girl in this situation would....cry. He noticed that his chest was even bigger since waking up. Bad, very bad. He was trapped by 5 men, outside, in mid day, with his breasts, yes, HIS BREASTS, exposed, with everyone looking, and noone caring a single shit, but isn't that why he chose this place?, how ironic! Some of the men was fondling his chest, causing his already large nipples to get hard. "Look at them nipples, this bitch likes that shit, get her in my car."

Aaron was still being held and touched. Still being seen by everybody. His face, although hairless, and not black anymore, hadn't changed. While the face looked good on a muscular 6'3'' black man, it was hideous on a 5'3" olive colored feminine frame. He just sat motionless, defeated. "This ugly ass bitch got a nice ass little body." one of the molesters commented. Aaron tried clearing his head as more of him was exposed by the men. "I am Aaron spence.....I have beaten many asses, I take advantage of girls, not get taken advantage of!!!" And with that thought came new vigor,and he kicked and scratched, and even bit arms to get away. His Nextel shirt was still being held when he tried to get away, and he was pounded on the back of the head. But with his head seemingly having more stamina than his frail body, he didn't think, and just relieved himself of the shirt, and ran, even with everybody looking. He was still Aaron, and didn't have any feminine modesty, so he quickly ran torwards his red Mitsubishi, full 'B' cup chest jiggling violently. He heard a few whilstles, while scrambling for the keys. "Get that goddamn bitch, y'all" The original man demanded. "Rip all them fickin' clothes off" continuing "Bitch, when we done, yo ass is dead!" They were in pursuit. Aaron approached the car, and fell in the uneveness of the grass in between the side walk and the street. His super sensitive skinny elbows, and breasts were scratched in the fumble, but looking up, he was at the door of his car. He got up real quick, and with the men closing fast, he opened the door, climbed in, hit the power locks, and slid over the conslole, and put in the key. The men were banging on the windows, screaming numerous obscenities. He hit the clutch, hit the gas, and hit first gear, and released the clutch, quckly, with the car doing an all wheel burnout. He was gone....

Aaron drove away, as fast as possible. All his vulnerable crying from earlier had stoped, and was replaced by red hot fury. He couldn't believe this shit. The way he was helpless, getting beaten up, and even felt up, and nearly being "raped". If anybody was going to be in the postion of power, it should be him!! "GODDAMNIT!!! THOSE NIGGAS EMBARRASED ME LIKE I AIN'T NEVER BEEN!!!! GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!!!!! I WAS WEAK!!!! ME!?!? WEAK!?!? I AM THE GODDAMN DEFINITION OF FUCKING POWER!!!!! ME!!, AARON SPENCE!!!! he declared, while doing 145 MPH in a 55, and mad as a angry black man can get. He headed home, not caring about racing, confronting anyone, getting pulled over, and shirtless.

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He made it home in record time. There were quite a few wide-eyed stares, funny looks, guestures made to him. All they saw was a pair of nice tits on a ugly chick. He decided to go home. He was off for the rest of the day, and with the day's events, and his looks, he didn't think about going anywhere else. It was about 12:20 pm when he got home. He ran into the house as quickly as he could. No one was there, and it was a good relief. "I haven't even seen a goddamn movie as crazy as the shit happenin' to me" he sighed "Im getting in the goddamned show.., no, bath, I need the damn release anyway." He took off his pants and underwear. "My dick still bigger than all those motharfuckas", he smirked. He got in his tub and soaked.

"This shit can't be real" he said, "If I hadn't lived it, I wouln't believe this shit." He tried to rationalize the situtation. "OK, I, a 6 foot 3, built, dark, and handsome black man, now , at least a foot shorter, very skinny, much lighter, and have the bodily shape of an early high school girl." He continued "There has been that feeling I had since after I got my ass beat Saturday. There is that pain I had when I was sleep, and after I woke I looked like this....a freak." He further pondered on what was happening to him."And even with all this shit, I still look like me, in the face, I can't understand it. This body, from my point of view, is the body of a girl I'd fuck, but why in the hell am I wearing it? I can't tell my parents anymore, and shouldn't have said shit, anyway. I'm gonna leave before they get here, then I'll be back later, their asses'll make me go to the emergency room if they see this shit. Me, in the emergency room, a grown man, with the shape of a 15 year old chick? Try explaining that shit" Aaron thought aloud "They'd have a damn field day at my fucking expense. He reflected on that scuffle he had. "If I was a bitch, that shit woulda fucked my mind up, but it's some goddamned history to me." He then remembered the assault they were beginning."My...THIS body responded to them, and they even commented on that shit." That was Aaron's single worst situation ever. He continued to soak in his tub, in a very deep thought mode.

When he was out if the tub, and derssed again, he decided to play some PlayStation 2. "I ain't played this in a while, let me find my Marvel 2" He looked in his DVD bin, and right next to 2Fast 2Furious, was his home consle version of Marvel VS Capcom 2. He turned on the PS2, the flat panel TV, and the stereo, and began to play. "Boy, you can't fuck with the AHVB!!" he proclaimed as his Cable used the "Hyper Viper Beam". "I forgot how fun practice in this shit was! Oh shit, my favorite level to fight in, the fuckin' Iecburg level!"

"No body to dry your eyes....drives me crazay, but I woont let you goooo, beside me!"- (In game song, Iceburg level, Marvel VS Capcom 2.)

It was soon 3:00 pm, so Aaron put his game away and left before Jade, his sister got home from school. "She'd probably think it was some kinda attacker." With that, Aaron was gone.

"I had made those plans to see Becky, and shit, but I don't know about that shit now. She can tell who I am by my face, and I might even be able to explain the lightness, and the hair, but what if she wants to fuck, I mean, I still got my big ass dick, and shit, but this body ain't nothin' that can be explained, tits bigger than hers, smaller, this shit is still crazy. But damn, I could use some fuckin' pussy now."

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Aaron decided "What the fuck, I'm goin' to that bitch's house anyway."An hour later, he was in Daytona Beach, where Rebecca lived. It was a nice big house,with a multi car garage, him, being Aaron took special note of the cars."A Porsche 911 GT3, a BMW M3 Dinan, ooh, shit! Toyota Supra!! Looks like it's innercooled, I see big brakes, damn, that's a nice ass mothafucka.."He was over-joyed, until realizing he said that with his girl's voice. He rang the doorbell, and nearly instantly, the door was open, with Rebecca standing there. "Aaron?!?"

"Yeah...it's me."

"You've changed. your skin, your height, your voice."

"Why did my ass know you were going to say that shit."

"Well..."

"You can tell it's me. I have the same face, and everything."

"Everything...?" Rebecca looked at the lumps in his big, oversized shirt.

He saw where her eyes were."I didn't come for you to be lookin' at me and shit."

"I can tell you are the same guy from the mall, but how could these things happen to someone? I can't see these changes happening in a lifetime, let alone, a day!"

"Uhh....you gone let me in?"

Aaron was led into the living room of the house. The owners had lavish tastes, judging on appearance, and furnishings.

"So, you really are Aaron Spence, who I first met about 3 months ago, aren't you?"

"I tried to tell you that shit."

"Can you blame me?"

"I guess not, like I said to myself, if I hadn't lived through it, I wouldn't believe it either."

"So, um..what kinda stuff has been happening to you?"

"You can pretty much see, and hear it."

"So, your shirt......"

Aaron sighed "Yeah.....it's what it looks like."

"Can I see?"

"Hell no, I ain't looking for reminders that this is happening."

"Oh, I see..."

"Do you still have your....."

"Hell yeah. Not to be a horn-dog, but that you can see."

"OK."

Aaron pulled out his manhood, all 10 inches. Becky hadn't seen anything that big in real life.

"Oh my, you do have a big one...I've never seen one that big, except in nasty movies."

"Is that so..." Aaron chuckled thinking about his dick, knowing even with his "problem", he'd be fucking some pussy.

"Too bad that it's not attached to the sexy ass black man I remember."

"What you tryin' to say" he demanded, as his mood was leaving."This mothafucka could still tear you up."

"Lighten up." she smiled "I bet it would, but if we're going to find out, you're going to strip."

"Come on, that shit is sick. You see this big black dick here, that's all you need, I can do this with all my clothes on."

"First off, what black dick? Secondly, you can't do this with clothes on."

"Goddamnit!" He needed this pussy, and took his things off.

"Oh my god!!! You have a wonderful body!!! Those breasts are perfect, oh, and those big suckable nipples, they must be like an inch long!! Your stomach, so flat, so sexy, thay tiny waist, and sexy hips, that perky little ass and those nice and seperated cheecks. Ooh! These slender, shapely legs!! You can't weigh no more than 110 pounds with that tight little body. You've got me jealous! You'd be perfect....."

"See, you don't need to be sayin' that kinda shit." Aaron blushed "That's why I didn't wan't to take my shit off. Do you remember that I am still Aaron, the same cocky black mothafucka that you talked to 3 months ago, not some punk ass trans-fag, or whatever they are. I ain't growin' ti..a chest because I want to, I'm not bleaching my damn skin, or none of that shit. I came over cause I thought you was fun"

"Can you help an inquiring mind? I've never seen anything like this. Of course I'm intrigued, Aaron, and although you don't like it, that little body is nice."

"Well, Im Aaron as long as I have this face, and my dick, I can say that much."

"Shhhh. Well, Aaron, I guess we can see about that dick....."

"That's what I'm talking about....let me get this shit back on."

"No, still no clothes" She purred as she gently licked his neck.

"My skin......"

"Feels good, doesn't it..."

Aaron had to admit, even his neck sent vibes of pleasure through him. "Yeah..."

He was fondling her breasts, sucking her nipples to erection. "Yes, that's it!"

Rebecca mounted the now 12 inch hard pole, with the smaller man pinned to the bed, facing her. He could feel the velvet pleasure known as pussy for the first time in months. Rebecca arched her back so her breasts could dangle enough for to get a nipple in his mouth. "Oh shit!" Aaron exclaimed in intense pleasure. She was sucking his nipples, and fondling his breasts. Aaron never felt such stimulation, ever before. "Sto..." he wanted to say, being embarrased.

"Shhh....you know it feels good..."

Again she was right, this heightened level of sensitivity, the breasts, being smaller. He never felt these kinds of pleasures before. He had the end all of all orgasms. This orgasm consumed his being, there was more than the feeling of his dick being the only thing in existance. This was the best sex he'd ever had.

Aaron and Rebecca had discussed his problems a little further, since she'd opened him right up with the sex he ever had. "Well, if I get through this, we'll defintely hook up, and you can be with that tall, sexy black man you wanted...."

"Bye, Aaron, and make sure you do!!"

"Take it easy, Becky!"

"You too."

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It was now 9:00 pm, so after getting into his Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VIII, Aaron decided that it was late enough to go home. He arrived home at about 10:00. "They should be sleep". He went up to his room, and quicky got into the shower. After finishing up, he was back to his game."I think I'll play some Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, for a minute." He ran around getting Tommy Vercetti beaten, shot, ran over, and busted for a good hour, then called it quits."They need to add kids and animals to the next Garnd Theft Auto game. hell they can die too". He was soon in the dark day-dreaming about that sex he had with Becky earlier'."Man that shit was off the chain." he thought.

"Aaron..."

"Uh...Yeah" he said trying to sound lower.

"It's us, can we come in?"

Knowing just who "us" was, he reluctantly said "Yeah.", as he chrunched up in the cover.

"Aaron. We just wanted to ask you if you felt better."

"I'm good." he said in his farce voice.

"You for certain, Aaron?" his mother asked.

"Yeah, I'm actually feeling better."

"OK, but if anything happens, let us know."

"Yeah..." And with that they left. Aaron soon found himself sleeping more peacfully than he had since coming home.

"AAA........." Aaron started to scream, as he woke up drenched with sweat. "Mm......." He tried to call for his parents, but couldn't talk. It was like his voice box was disconnected. He felt excrusiating pain in his head, and groin. He tried to punch his bed to make noise, but his body wouldn't move. He had never had pain like this, his heart was beating rapidly, he could feel the palpitations all over his body, he felt a tingling, and a very strong pressure in his head, and couldn't open his eyes. As bad as that felt, it didn't compare to torture he felt in his groin and abdomen. "I'm gonna die tonight......." Aaron thought as a tear formed on his cheeck, and he drifted into the darkness....

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* DING DOOONG *

"Aw, shit. Matt did say....." Aaron stopped mid-sentence, noticing his earlier female voice had gotten more "mature" sounding. Still in bed, he gave a quick glance about himself, also noticing that he had hair, hair that came to his neck. "Shit. What the fuck else?!" he sighed, running down the stairs. "MY DICK!" he yelled, stopping mid flight, noticing an absence "MY BALLS! OH SHIT! THIS AIN'T HAPPENING, This.." He had to look at this development(or lack of). Pulling up his shirt, inadvertantly noticing that his breasts had gotten bigger, skin slightly lighter, and hips slightly bigger, Aaron let the too big boxers slide down slightly. He gasped, at the sight, being perpared for just what he saw, but hoping it wasn't. "So, I have one..." He said flatly.

*DING DOOONG*

Aaron remembered the extreme pain he felt last night, as he stepped torwards the door. He also noticed a waif to his walk that seemed to be forced by his new configuration. Aaron opened the door. "Uhh..Hello, I was looking for Aaron."

"Mothafucka, who else is here?!?"

"Aaron?!?"

"What you you mean, "Aaron?!?" "

"Well, dude, YOU!!! OH MY GOD!!"

"Yeah, man, I saw that I've gotten some more changes since yesterday, my voice, and this hair. That's about it."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, I'm lighter, Sherlock, spotter of the obvious"

"Dude, you act like THAT's no big deal."

"Like what's no big deal?" Aaron asked, wondering was his boxer fly open.

"Aaron, have you even seen your face? Dude, you look like an Asian chick!!!"

"A WHAT?!?! You better be lyin'... " Instantly he ran to the nearest mirror, with Matt en chase. Sure enough, he saw a girl, an Asian girl, with a nice round face, small nose, a sweet little mouth with nice kissable lips, shoulder length brown hair, and the deepest black, almond shaped eyes, and she had a look of horror on her otherwise pretty face. He saw Ami. Ami Yamamoto. The girl that died because of his own irresponsibleness.

"AMI!!!! I LOOK LIKE FUCKING AMI !!!"

"Isn't that the girl....."

"YES THAT'S THE BITCH THAT DIED...I..." He said, with his recent changes, not being too surprised at being a girl, but very shocked by being Ami's exact look-alike. "I look like Ami..."

"Hey, man just be cool, anything you want me to do?"

"Naw, don't worry about this shit." Aaron led Matt to the kitchen. "Matt, you know I don't talk about shit much, but we've worked together at the mall since we were like sixteen. If I can talk about this shit with anyone, I guess you it. Regardless of my bein' an asshole, I think you and I are pretty cool."

"Dude, it's cool. Shit happens, and we all need to talk about it, sometimes. I know if I was a big buff black guy, and I woke up as a hot little..." Aaron give him a "What the fuck you say?" type of look. "My bad, man, but anyway, go ahead..."

"Aright, man" Aaron started. "I think this shit with my body started Saturday. I had went to Ami's parent's house that morning, and her dad let me right in.It's like I was drawn to the goddamned place. I ain't think that shit was right, the mothafucka seemed like he was expectin' my ass. He fixed this nasty ass tea shit, and insisted as a guest, I should take it. I drank the nasty shit, and then I said some fucked up ass shit to his ass. He started telling me that I'd be in a......"

"In a what?"

"IN A SITUATION I CAN'T CONTROL!!!!" Aaron stated as the epiphany occured.

"So you think he did it?"

"After thinking about that, fuck yeah that son of a bitch did this shit!" Aaron said with growing bitterness "It ain't no coincidence that I look like goddamn Ami. I gotta go to that house. Now !"

"Hold on, man, don't do anything crazy, I know your ass. Plus you, uh, look like Ami, who knows how that situation would occur. Just finish telling how this happened, then think about what you're gonna do."

"Only because I began....." Aaron begin. "Anyway, after that shit, we had a small fight, and that old fucker can fight, even better than me. I was outside in my car when I woke up. That's when I came to work. Every since then, I had this feeling, all on my body, and shit. Over the next nights and days, I noticed shit happening. First, my muscles got all skinny, and shit. I ain't think nothin' of it, since I got skinnier from layin' in a hospital for like 2 months. Other shit started happening, my skin getting lighter, me just gettin' goddamned smaller all around. This shit was gettin' crazy to my black ass. Shit, man, you seen some of the shit as it was happening. I had nights of extreme sweating, intense fucking pain, and horrible dreams. I could feel shit happeneing to my ass.

"Man, I didn't know it was like that."

"Yeah, it was fucked up. Like I said, you saw that shit. I'd wake up lighter, skinner, with a differerent voice, smaller, all kinds of shit, you know what what I'm saying. By the time I went to bed, more smaller shit would've happened through the day. Since you saw what was goin' on, you saw that I had tits, and shit, yeah, fucking goddamned tits. They grew, and then the rest of me got all girly, and shit. I thought I was becoming a kid again, or some shit, before the goddamn chest and shit came in. I kept trying to rationalize this damn shit, and before long, new shit (changes) didn't surprise me, I just was trying to hide my body, but you can't hide a being a foot shorter, half the weight, sounding like a kid, then a girl, and light-skinned as hell. I was looking like some fucking freak, my head, on the body of a damn teenage girl. Till today."

"Yeah, that's crazy as hell, dude. Man, you've been going through stuff that I don't think anyone else has ever."

"Last night, I was experiencing the worst fucking pain ever, my head, my whole mid section....

you woke me, so after noticing that I was lighter, and had much bigger tits, I ran down the stairs to get the door. I felt some shit, it was like mush between my legs. I didn't have my goddamned dick and balls! Aaron lowered his boxers. "A FUCKING PUSSY, A GODDAMNED HOLE!!" He exclaimed, pointing at the abomination. Then you told me about this fucking face. I have to go see that fucker. You can stay here, or open the shop for me, I don't give a damn but I'm goin' to that house."

"Suit yourself, man, I wouldn't do it, but you are you, and that's that. I'm sorry for your problems, but, who knows, it cold be for the better."

"The better, I see, so being a GIRL, a small, weak, Asian bitch is better than being me?"

"What I mean...."

"Fuck it....I'm sorry I even bothered you, just go to the store, and I'll get this fucker to undo this shit."

"Alright, man."

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Matt left the Spence house, and Aaron got dressed in a Sean John velour outfit, with his sister's Reebok Classics. He tied the hair back, messily, and was soon in his Lancer Evolution, scorching the road torward Ami's house. Aaron was always about action, so he charged up to the house, an knocked, yelling "GET YO MOTHAFUCKIN PUNK ASS OUT HERE" which did'nt sound right coming from a very petite, pretty Asian girl in too big clothes.

"Na n da joshi ja nai no. Ami!?" Mr.Yamamoto said.

"What you mean "Ami"?!?, bitch! you know who the fuck I am!" He was furious "What the fuck you do to me, I look like Ami!?!"

"Mou ii yo Ami!"

"What?! shut that "ching-chong-chang" shit up! You got one fucking chance to tell me what you did!"

"Dame da kandou no otoko-naki no sekai ni haitte shimatta."

"Goddamnit!" He yelled, thinking about his one hit knock-out Saturday, knowing that he was weaker than that time. "You know it's me!! I don't know what you're sayin', and I don't give a damn! I want fucking amnswers!! Why I am I goddamn Ami?"

"Sonna koto kikareteru..." He looked at his daughter "Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!! Baka yaro!!"

"I don't know what you sayin' but it looks I gotta kick yo goddamn ass!"

"Rekishi ga chigaun da yo!" Mr.Yamamoto smirked "Kakugo wa deki ta kana?" With the apparent shit talking, Aaron took off the large jacket, made to fit his original size, and charged the door way.

"Yah!!" Aaron came with precise combinations of attacks. Unlike the last time, he was able to get in a few hits with this new speed he seemed to have.

"Umareta jinsai, aikawarazu ii hansha-shinkei da na!" Mr. Yamamoto procalimed while beginning his own barrage, easily overpowering Aaron's girl-powered combos, and striking him a few good times.

"Shit, that hurt more than yesterday's fight" Aaron thought, while being ravaged by expertly placed attacks. "I gotta go balls out on this old fuck." Aaron focused on blocking, and was parrying most of the attacks."Kyaaa!!!" Aaron was able to execute spinning jumping back kick. "Wha...."He soon found himself squirming on the floor, hurting like hell. "Damn, he countered THAT ?!?!"

"Yaruki wa aru no ka?" Mr.Yamamoto said, sharply looking down at his insolent Daughter, who was looking up at him with FEAR. Aaron had never felt fear in his life. In fact, it had always been the opposite in every situation he'd ever been in, he was always in control, but he couldn't control this, not one bit. It looked like a scared frail Japanese girl looking for up mercy, but Aaron being Aaron, didn't want mercy, but to get out of this shit.

"I can't do anything!, I'm helpless, the first time ever!!!" Aaron shrieked "You bastard! This is all YOUR fault!!! Look what you did to me, I am weaker than I've ever been!!!! YOU FUCKER!!!"

Aaron springed to his small feet, and tried a lunge elbow. "Whaaa...." Mr.Yamamoto side stepped the half hearted attack and delivered a chop to the pressure point on the neck, causing Aaron to be incompasitated.

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"Young Spence....." Mr. Yamamoto started "So you wanted those answers."

"What the fuck?!?" Aaron yelled, noticing he was in a bed, tied to all four posts. He looked around the room, he could tell he was in Ami's room. He felt that his hair was pulled tight, and piled up top his head. He could look down and see his body in what looked to be a Japanese cerimonial kimono. "What the fuck is this shit?!?"

"Well, young Spence, Ami is coming back today."

"What, you want me to be Ami? You crazy as fuck!!!"

"No, you will not be Ami, you are wearing her new body."

"New body?!? Wearing?!? Explain !!! How did you do this shit to me?!?"

"Well, it's simple. I can explain the whole thing."

"Do it. NOW!"

"You see, after Ami had died, I thought long and hard. What had my sweet, sweet Ami ever done to desreve death? Nothing. Nothing at all. I did't think it fair of her life ending like this. You survived! Not her! You had no penalties, or anything. I had remembered that my cousin was attempting to clone amials so, before I had Amy creamated, I had DNA and tissue samples taken from her. My good friend, the coroner never declared her dead, and had these sent to my cousin in Shibuya, Tokyo. He runs a little known bio-research firm in Japan. When these samples were taken to him, he created a modified compound that would do the cloning conversion on a live specimen. I knew just who would be the specimen."

"That nasty ass shit you had me drink was this "compound" wasn't it?"

"Of course. It works like this; it contains trace amounts of her tissues, DNA, hormones, an immune responce lowereing agent, among other things. Since this was your body, Ami's samples would be treated as foreign matter. This is where the immune system comes in, see, your body would normally fight it, and kill Ami's samples, but wasn't able to. Ami's samples were reengineered to attach to like cells, destroy, and replicate, replicate very quickliy. Yes, your bodies' cells, DNA, and every thing down to mitochondria were being overtaken, and replaced by Ami's corresponding ones. Yes, your bodily functions turned into Ami's. You produeced less melanin, hair follicles changed, bones restructured, skin tightened up,...The compound was deisgned to be taken over the course of months. I was told that it could be deadly if given all at once, but seeing the physical specimen you were, I knew your body could take the full dose of the compound, even if it was barely. I was also told how it would affected the host while it worked. I know all about the bad sweating, getting smaller, intense pains, an ambient feeling of things reworking themselves, and even when the more difficult parts were happening, that you were on your deathbed, but I knew you wouldn't die. The compound was also desingned to work in a specific order. All while reverting from a black man to a Japanese woman genetically, you first lost some musclature, then regressed physical age state, went through Ami's puberty, and progressed to your body's biological age, which is the same as Ami's, leaving you, young Spence, Ami's exact twin."

"That shit is crazy. You can't do shit like this. Your fucking ass is crazy!!! What's gonna happen to me? People will know I'm gone!!!" Arron yelled while fruitlessly struggling against the chains.

"You'll see. But, now, it's time for Ami to come back, to her new body."

"I still don't understand one thing, how did you know that I was coming here Saturday?"

"Some things, young Spence..." Yamamoto continued "Cannot be explained......"

"Wha...."

"Ask yourself, why did you come here that day?"

And with the revelation that Aaron had demanded, Mr Yamamoto had the urn that he prior idenitified as Ami's in his hand. He opened the top. Aaron felt a strong presence. This was the same presence he felt when had street raced through the intersection that he had the accident on. This was Ami.

"Ami?!?!" Aaron asked shakily "Ami?!?"

The old Japanese man reached over to his side, and grabbed what looked like a scroll. He opened the scroll. Urn in one hand, scroll in the other, he read what must have been on the scroll, because the incantations were not in Japanese, but Latin. The ashes of Ami rose out of the urn, and began swirling inside the room.

"What the fuck?!?"

Instantly, the ashes seemed to shoot straight at Aaron.

"Ahhh..." The stream of ashes shot straight into his mouth, cutting his scream off. Aaron's field of view dimmed, and he once again drifted to the darkness.

"Ami?, is that you?"

"Daddy....?! I'm back? Aaron heard his voice say, unable to stop it.

"Yes, Ami."

"Oh, daddy, I missed you!!" Ami began to cry, reaching up to hug her father.

"How are you feeling, my little Ami-chan?"

"Fine....I guess." She looked at her father "How...?"

"I owe you that, Ami, and even you, young Spence..."

"Spence....Aaron?"

"Yes, him."

"What do you mean, daddy?"

"Let me explain, Ami. When you...had that accident, young Spence lived. He later came to me, asking what what he could do. Our cousin Hiroshi, made a special serum that would make anyone who had taken it into you biologically in every way. Young Spence agreed to take this..uh, serum. He became you, to allow you another chance. You can feel his presence in your body, although he has no influence. Once you are with child, he will be the soul of the child, and the presence in you will be gone. To fully explain this to you two, young Spence, you are bound to Ami, able to hear, feel, see, and have memories of everything she does, and the memories of your life thus far, even when you become Ami's child, though they wont come until you've matured. As I promised, you wouldn't die, but in fact, you have the chance to start over, hopefully as a better person. I wanted you to both understand this, and this is our secret....."

"Daddy.....Aaron. Thank you both so much..." Ami started crying, being comforted by her father.

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Ami returned to her life. She had a new car, a red Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VIII, with only about 700 miles on the clock, a better paying job, at Nextel, as the Manager of local operations, a job which Aaron's skills made easier for her. Everything was better than it had ever been. Aaron reflected on the events after that accident, and had decided that this probably was for the better. He really had liked Ami, and he knew that she didn't deserve that fat that she was given at his hands. He thanked Mr.Yamamoto every day, solemnly vowing to be the best person he could when he gets his chance, for Ami, Mr.Yamamoto, and himself.

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4 years later....."Hi mommy!!!"

"Oh, my little Kasumi-chan!! How was your last day of grade-school this year?

"It was fun, mommy!"

"That's wonderful, dear" Ami said "Why don't you write a letter to our cousins in America, and tell them all about it, and then, when me and daddy are done with dinner, you can tell us! How does that sound?!"

"I like it!!! I love writing to them, mommy!!!"

As the little girl went to her room to write the letter that would would be sent to the Spence family of Orlando, Florida, her mother, Ami, reflected on the happeneings in the days following her return. She remembered going to the Spence house, and telling Aaron's parent's that Aaron wasn't missing, and then telling the whole story, even though her father said is was secret. Once they got over it, Ami remembered how they gave her Aaron's car(which she still has to this day), and helped her get Aaron's old job. The first day was something else! Matt thought that it was still Aaron, so he would be the next, and last to know the secret. Aaron's parents helped Ami out whenever they could. When she said that she wanted to go back to the old country, they were even sad. She promised that when she would have her kid, she would make sure that they get regular letters. They said they'd fly Ami and the kid out to see her father, and them, whenever she wanted. She promised she would stay in touch. One day, when getting off of work, she had found her car waiting on her- Aaron's parents had even imported the Lancer Evolution to Ami in Nagoya. How priceless Aaron's parents are to Ami.......They still send help to Ami's new family and her father, to this day.....

In a week, Ami Hanzuki, her husband Yashiro, and thier sweet little daughter Kasumi would be going to Orlando for summer break....

 

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