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Announcement To comprehend more of what had happened in this story, readers are advised to first read Come As You Would Be by Trismegistus Shandy (which is a 2,830 worded short story.)   Sir Andy       “Mary? Do you think you are a bit too old for that?” Our mother referred to the teenager in a little girl's dress. I watched my big sis -- that was Mary -- look down at me with a smile and my rosy cheeked face smiled right back up at her. Then as a response to our mother, we smooshed our cheeks together to make a bigger smile. “Nope! It's Halloween and we can be as silly as we want.” Our mother shook her head as she added: “And what is Ann wearing?” My big sis laughed as she gave me a great big hug! “She's being my male chaperone tonight. Isn't that right, Sir Andy?” Before I could respond, my sis placed her hand on my short red head of hair and nudged my head down to yield an agreeable nod of confirmation for our amused mother to witness. As I always do around my big sis, I simply kept quietly smiling. ...It felt weird, though. That was, the costume felt unnatural. The knightly outfit my sis bought for me was made of a soft and thick fabric: a steel-grey outfit. But I could feel a weight to it. A warm, welcome comfort. A newborn purpose. A responsibility. And I couldn't complain: she had said it was special ordered specifically for my size. It was different, and I enjoyed mixing things up. Especially compared to the last few years of Trick-or-Treating. The armor appeared brilliant on me. Absolutely every single moment, I believed more that the knightly getup was becoming hardened steel! Ridiculous, but... I felt a lot less soft and squishy. Now I was... formidable? My big sis made a big deal about me being her protector tonight. And that had blossomed remarkably stalwart senses in me the likes of which I'd never experienced in my life! For the sake of my new sense of pride, I kept my waterworks in check and remained smiling as always. For my big sis tonight, my life would soar to any heights to be what she wished me to be. For a profound honor that my big sis forged into my heart, I would always be there for her! I honestly felt as if I was a knight in shining armor! Even the little blade buckled at my hip had a certain weight of responsibility -- my sword was only for my big sis. With my new sense of standards, my sword being drawn for any cause other than in defense of Mary would be a petty excuse for bravado. “Okay, you two.” Mom shook her head again as she looked us over in disbelief. “Be sure to be back no later than ten.” As we turned to leave, Mom yelled at us: “And don't go down any strange streets. Also none without more than one porchlight on.” That last rule struck a chord in us. “But Mom, it's already late as is. If we cut --” “No buts or cuts, or I'll smack you one across your butt.” When I heard that, my cheeks turned a brighter red! My big sis getting spanked wasn't a common occurrence at all. “Do I make myself clear? Porch lights-s. More than one light on, and walk with a crowd.” “Mom, I'm not alone. See?” Mary grabbed my sword... okay, to be honest, it was actually a letter opener. Anyways -- sis grabbed it and my hand to force me to do a strikingly gallant gesture of dignified fealty with the magnificently gleaming blade. “Sir Andy will protect me with his legendary Opener.” “And who's going to protect Sir Andy tonight?” In response to mom, Mary rapped her knuckles on my fitted 'breastplate' of steel-grey fabric. “Oh, whatever! Seriously... be careful.” “We will, Mom! Happy Halloween!” Mom waved at us as we went out into the night...         Mary didn't listen... I remembered it clearly, and forever would. We were finished down one block with a bag half full and saw the lit porches on the other -- but we would have to walk through a dark corner before we reached it. It would've been our last line of houses! When we would finish there, we'd head back. Mary had promised and I would ensure that she kept that promise. I failed my duty.  We heard a conversation, which we thought meant there were people nearby. We thought we were safe in a crowd! We didn't know it was a prowler listening to a talk show from inside a van! Once we began to walk alongside its dark and bulky silhouette, we realized what we were hearing -- -- and the trap was sprung before we could ever react! The side door slid open so fast that we froze with fright! He pulled us in and slammed the door shut. A very big and dark outline of a man hovered over us and clapped so loudly to get our attention that we submitted by fearful instinct. He brought his chubby finger up to his lips to shush us before wedging himself back into the front seat and driving us off into the long night... We had driven a far way out and for far too long. Mary was crying by the time we felt the van jerk and throw us against the back of the driver's seat. I was too frightened to say or do anything. But not my big sis! The driver had huffed and parked the van before he squeezed back to where we huddled together. His great expanse loomed dangerously over us, as if we would be crushed at any moment... but I couldn't be certain if it would be his weight or body odor that did us in first. The bullish shape of his head came down to level with us. “That's funny. I'd thought you were bigger when I saw you walk up to my humble abode.” He laughed hard and loud before he made a statement: “That's sweet! Nice and small are just the way I like my little girls.” “Let us go!” Mary's voice squeaked. At first, I thought it was because she was frightened, but no... she was smaller, younger. My big sis was a little girl! She tried to fight him... I felt so horrible, not knowing how to fulfill my new role as he grabbed my sister and tossed her around like she was nothing! When he reached for her, she kicked out at him in a last ditch effort -- -- and he grabbed her leg to savagely bite her! To have bitten my big sis, he was nothing but a rabid animal! And there I was, petrified in my protective steel cage! Not worth worrying about to the bestial man... In the eyes of that feral predator, I was a scared, rosy-cheeked, little boy in a tin can. We were subdued, but not before Mary reached out and we hugged each other closely. I felt such deep shame as I watched him tape my big sister's mouth shut just inches above my yarn-thick red hair. Again he picked us up like we were insubstantial, without care how or where he recklessly carried us, and used his monstrous bulk to force the van's side door popped open. And again with the fenced gate. And again with his broken front door. He grunted with a fetid air of satisfaction as he carried us into his filthy den. The horrid condition inside our captor's home reflected the image we had of the depraved Beast! We were set down and aside for a moment to be appraised, ogled. The beast had eyes that were too close to each other. They were the kind that never hid what he laid his eyes on. And he focused specifically on my now less developed big sister! The grotesquely fat man had zip-tied Mary's ankles together to immobilize her, but she was also tied around the arms in a way to keep her hugged to me tightly. If she were to hop up and attempt an escape with my augmented weight of real armor, I would accidentally cause us to topple over. ...prone and exposed to the beast. And it appeared that was how he preferred us. He threw us on his stained mattress and prepared for a most dishonorable night. Before he sat down, his pants came off in an excited jiffy. The dark marks on his tight briefs... The TV was already turned on, and he cranked the volume to the max. And he reached out to us with a steamy look in his eyes -- -- but his attention was grabbed by the television's breaking news, replaying a piece of footage of crazy and bizzare creatures facing off against superheroes and magicians in the streets! What followed was the announcement of a widespread outbreak of transformations! “Holy shit!” We were startled at his exclaimed curse. “No way... fuck me! Maybe I should put on my Superman costume and join in the fun? ” He removed his shirt and struck a disgustingly heroic pose in his underwear. What hair had abandoned his head had migrated all over his sagging flesh. “Nah, for the sin I'm about to commit, I should be Jesus and suggest you turn the other cheeky.” The deranged lunatic barked a note of laughter and turned his lecherous face toward us. “Cheeky. Get it?” To provocatively hint what he meant, I saw him reach out at us -- -- and Mary screeched behind the tape as she jerked us both up to escape his perverted violation! He removed his hand and stared at us from across the bed with a lewd smile. Then his face contorted in an ugly snarl as he viciously shouted: “That was supposed to be funny, you fucking bitch! Laugh!” He grabbed the unlit lamp from the TV stand and held it over his head. He was going to throw it at us! Despite the armor, Mary squeezed me so tightly that I squeaked! She was startled by the noise I made, but my face buried down on her shoulder. Carefully with her bound hands, she lifted my face from her shoulder to turned toward the light emitted from the TV to inspect me -- -- and I heard a crash met with a muffled scream! My big sis had unintentionally shielded me! That wasn't supposed to happen! I was her knight in shining armor... Tears welled up in my eyes. Within that instant, I was filled to the brim with a righteous fury! “Enough fucking bullshit!” I heard his heavy weight on the squealing mattress springs and felt our unbalanced roll toward him as he pulled Mary over onto her back. I tried to glance behind me -- -- but I heard my big sis whimper. My attention had been drawn up to see Mary's eyes, which had grown wide with terror. A massive shadow fell over us. “When I tell you something, you obey. When it is funny, you laugh.” He had to be very close because I could smell his miasmic breath pouring over my shoulder. Then I felt his meaty hand on my shoulder. “What the fuck --” Mary's muffled cries grew intense as I was pulled straight out of her tight embrace. Without me, my big sis was now entirely vulnerable... He turned me around violently, shook and rattled me, and stared directly into my face with contemptuous distaste. I was scared. But that was to be expected with my new role as protector. Courage overcame fear. And my big sister gave me what I required to be brave. It wasn't because of my armor. Not my sword. Nor the fantastic wonder the magical night had gifted me. There was someone very precious to me who was more exposed to danger than I was... and he'd hurt her! In devotion to all the big sisters I always looked up to, I would become her sworn sword! In a flash, I drew out the Opener and... well I created a contradiction and closed one of his eyes for good! He jerked back before I could do more than rupture the eyeball, however. As he screamed bloody murder, I felt the rush of air and the impact of being thrown against the wall. I dropped to the floor and remained shockingly motionless. In all my long years, I'd never felt pain before. Not when Mary's great-grandmother had sewn a lock of hair from her lost sister into me. And to complete me, she'd embroidered me with her sister's likeness from an enchanted spool of thread. To be shared and loved as I once was when I had a heartbeat. To be handed down the line over the century. Never as I gradually dried over the weeks after her grandmother's house flooded and I emerged soaked to the stuffing. Nor when Mary's mother -- our mother -- had unintentionally cut my red-yarn hair at a too-young age to understand I couldn't grow it back. As a cherished household icon, I was always proud to be the family's Raggedy Ann. Tonight was the first time I'd ever felt a swell of pride; I couldn't feel more proud for serving my family as its protector. The night was not over... Mary looked at me in shock as I stood up and approached her. With the Opener, I cut the bonds around her ankles and freed my big sis's wrists when she knelt down for me to reach. Meanwhile, that big tub of lard finally shouted a word of disbelief before he figured out the trouble he would be in when Mary escaped. I heard him charge us -- -- and luckily for us, I was in his stampeding path! I turned immediately around and braced myself for impact as I thrust and held the Opener out before me in both hands. I would slay the foul beast before he ever laid a hand on my precious big sister ever again! There was a blur of motion above me -- -- the large beast cursed as something crashed over his head as he fell forward face first -- -- and I lanced him fully in the other eye as he dropped. The dreaded beast was dead. I tugged at my sword, but I couldn't pull it out... I left it buried in the ugly man and turned to a more important matter, Mary. She looked down at the dead predator with well placed vindication in her eyes and determination in her stance; she held the lamp up high and ready to fell the horrible beast again. Just in case we were wrong about his demise by our hands. After a minute of Mary doing no more than holding the lamp high and readied for another head-bashing, we were feeling assured of our safety from the Beast's lack of activity. Not even so much as a twitch from him. To impart that there was love and security to be had, I raised my arms for my big sis and smiled like I always had and would. Her gaze shifted from the dead to the wondrous new boy in armor: me. It wasn't fear in her eyes, but disbelief in what she saw. I kept my open arms raised in welcome, which had prompted a reaction from her to slowly lower the lamp. As she drifted her attention down to where she could set the lamp, her eyes popped open wider at the thin pair of arms she had. And the rest of her magically acquired youth. “Ann...? Andy...? You're alive!” Mary sobbed. “I was always alive,” I said, testing out my new voice. “But now I can move and talk.” Trembling in shock, Mary dropped the lamp. I was frightened that I scared her, but then she slid down to her knees -- -- and when she embraced me, I added: “And hug you back.” She bawled her eyes out as we held each other. The terrible encounter was nearly over. Now all we had to do was leave it all behind us and continue on with our lives... and my new role as Sir “Raggedy” Andy.

Announcement To comprehend more of what had happened in this story, readers are advised to first read Come As You Would Be by Trismegistus Shandy (which is a 2,830 worded short story.)   One Night as the Queen         When did it start? Dunno. I supposed a long time ago. Maybe way back in school? On the high or low borders of my vision, I'd experienced bright flashes. Instantly there and gone, and I would wonder if I had imagined it. The years rolled by and they became more frequent. By then, I hadn't given it a thought. I ignored stuff like that. There was no pain or impairment, and nobody ever mentioned anything odd about me. Maybe they ignored me too if I was a regular oddball to them? ...Never thought I was odd. I looked funny, but what giant didn't? The flashes would just come and go. These were not everyday occurrences. Maybe monthly? Weekly? That was what happened when I considered my illness normal. In fact, I didn't know I was sick. Since I was a kid, I was dying and no one ever realized it -- and I included myself in that lot. How had I found out? By accident. I was a really tall guy! Nearly seven foot with a weight close to three hundred, I was a genuine giant. But I was tall, not big. That triple-digit weight sounded heavy, but pack that weight vertically and the pudge doesn't stand out nearly as much as it would've on someone normal sized. Anyways, I'd worked on machinery. I sometimes have to fit in tight spaces to stretch and flatten myself for certain out-of-reach parts. A very tight and uncomfortable squeeze. Every day, I'd leave with lined impressions in my skin from how hard I was laying or wedging myself into steely cases, pulling densely plated gears or wheels until they turned, gripping pistons and plungers before they moved again, and all manner of other machinery I was tasked to perform maintenance on. One day, I nearly got my head crushed because some asshole machine operator thought he'd come in early and run the damn hardline. All it took was for him to use a pair of snips and cut off my lockout tag. He hit the big red E-stop button when I screamed. That day was a curse and blessing. On the one hand, a very happy lawyer handed me a very nice paycheck, and an awesome disability was electronically deposited in my account on a bi-weekly basis. On the other hand... what other hand? I only have one now and that makes my living difficult. But that's getting ahead when I should've focused on what was wrong with my head. Back then, I had other injuries that required looking at. Other than the ground meat hanging off my wrist, I was evaluated on how severe the rest of my booboos were. So one of the tests the doctors conducted was on priority number one: my head. They honestly reminded me of modern art images, but they were of the inside of my head! I had to wonder if stuff like that could make a quick buck? On another note, apparently there had been something steadily growing over the years in the back of my thick skull. And it was also apparent that the mass was inside of something very squishy and delicate. Someplace I never wanted anybody to be touching. When I saw it, I heard an imaginary Arnold Schwarzenegger tell me his famous line from Kindergarten Cop: ”It's not a Toomah!” Wishful thinking... instead, I had a few doctors and specialists explain the prognosis to me and what they could do about it. So how long did I have left to live? That made me laugh because no one had any fucking idea. They gave me a range, but the width of that scope was fluctuating down around a year or up to double my age... incredible guesses. Nowadays, I tried to enjoy life however I could, but without a whole lot of wandering around due to my driving privileges being revoked. On the one hand, my driving had become impaired. On the other, now being aware that I could clonk out at any moment while on the road scared the shit out of me. Even if it was by accident, I didn't want to be responsible for ruining someone's life. No more driving for me. Unless someone was right underneath me if I fell, walking was simple and safe. So I did a lot more of that. Now onto something that was a bit odd for most folk. Back when I was a whole man, I was interested in visiting conventions and doing costume roleplay. These costumes weren't something I could purchase from a store or order online. They were handmade. Crafting the costumes I wore was a way to show off my enjoyable work. My size caused a variety of characters to really stand out. But I only won a trophy on one costume. Conventions weren't going to be a possibility for me. At least, not anymore as they distanced themselves from my location. Could anyone imagine lugging around my monstrously great costumes to those centers? That meant I should do something with my costumes. Selling them would be a nice bet. I could earn some cash. What would I have done with the money? Likely travel. If I couldn't do any countryside driving, then I'd go on a worldwide trip as a tourist! That'd be a grand way for me to get out of the house. In the meantime, I had sold a good portion of my handmade costumes. I had sentimental value in a few, but not enough for me to irrationally keep and never use. Except for my gorgeously prized possession. I had something in mind for that majestic beauty... Halloween Day! I stood and stared at my costume. Even in pieces, I gave each part a creative appreciation for how they would fit back together. These were graceful and stunning. A bit perverse too, but not because of anything I had done. A beautiful aesthetic, but weirdly intentional from the source material and from the original designer. In jest, I respectfully bowed to her majesty. It had been awhile since I'd excitedly pranced around in that thing. In the condition I was in, I had to wonder if I had what it took anymore to carry it, let alone wear it. I'd have to so single-handedly... I couldn't. Not in complete uniform. But in parts, I'd pull off one last hurrah for the Queen. The Queen? I'd imagine a lot of folk would be questioning me on that one. Thing was, I had in my hand the biggest and baddest Momma to ever rock the galaxy. At least, I had her crested head under my arm. I'd have to take the head crest outside, then the bottom half of the head. The torso would come around the front of the house in three parts: shoulders with two dominant arms, the bust with secondary shorter arms, and the waist with the spine. There were four supportive rods that the bust and then torso would slip onto the waist. The spine connected the three after each segmented piece was fitted. But I'd have to slip in first, which was easy. The hard part was lifting the pieces up over my head and carefully dropping them on. And I haven't told you about the lower half of my costume! To quote a very famous man, John Wayne, I said to myself: “Life is tough. Even tougher when you're stupid.” I needed help... When I paid my friendly neighbor a visit, we had our pleasant greetings, informal gossip, and then got down to business. I showed the neighborly man what we were dealing with and he choked. “You're gonna traumatize the kids!” I had to laugh at his observation. “I want to give them something to remember.” And I did too. With no children of my own, I wanted some legacy to leave behind. After awhile, we noticed the sky wasn't as brightly blue as it once was. And the shadowed outline of the mountains was creeping up on the big yellow sun. A very infamous concept crossed my mind, but it was spoken in so many ways that there was no one way on how to say it. To be safe, we slowed down, but hurried the Hell up to get the job done. With a little time to spare, he congratulated me on getting the suit on, but in a wary manner. “You'd never catch me in one of those. Must be heavy as the mountains and hot as Hell.” He was right, but I had an idea how to solve those two issues. The Queen had four arms. I had two, and only one was going to be working. That meant we could strap a pair of arms up, the dominant ones, and have them hung up. When he'd strung them up, the Queen would be in a pose that suggested she was ready to pounce on someone. I never saw what he tied the arms up onto, but for the time being, they held. He suggested that I sit in a chair. I wasn't sure how the suit and chair would fit together, but he pointed out that the kids wouldn't see past the doorway. So anything beyond the door would be for comfort. I still wore the leg pieces and had the tail, otherwise the spinal column wouldn't keep the full torso attached with the waist. The shoulders and bust would've rode up the rods, which could've caused damage to the four supports. So I sat and used the back of my chair to support the long tail. As for the couple of hours directly under the porchlight, also being a roasted nut in the suit, we had an idea. To keep a steady airflow, he connected a simple extension: a vent. He provided the vent from his garage -- a suped up dryer, I supposed -- and got the long connection laid and aimed at the back of the chair, but rigidly aligned beneath the tail. My tail directly pointed the vent away from the front door to the kitchen window behind me. No need for air conditioning; the Autumn breeze would be pleasantly cool enough for my sorry ass. Now the problem with those two improvisations was I would require my neighbor's help again to get out. Once our neighborhood's Halloween festivities concluded, he'd agreed to come back around and get me out of my alien prison. I had been about to let him go, but I realized I'd forgotten one of the most important props to the whole display: the bait. Why would any kid come here if there wasn't some treat? So we had a quick debate on what to do and he offered me an awesome idea. Since my theme was an Alien Queen, he'd provide an egg. One wicker laundry basket, a bit of shiny Saran wrap, and some more of that wrap to cradle the candy; we'd produced a sweet egg! After I told him where the candy was and he'd positioned the egg before me, he'd flick on the lights and my back was bathed in their glow. A very foreboding shadow fell over my egg. He'd returned to his house and prepared his own fashion of trick-or-treating by turning his own porchlight on. Pretty normal. My night was about to be far from normal... Halloween Night! For a little while, I was worried no one would show up. But then, the first kids arrived. They were considerate how they wandered up to me. These munchkins weren't toddlers, but still small compared to me. Maybe just barely teens? Anyways, they walked up my driveway and turned to keep on the stone walkway between my garden and lawn. Very considerate where they stepped. Their eyes were on the Queen, but technically on me. Then they directed their attention to the egg. My secondary alien arms were holding the shiny top of the egg protectively, but really it was to hold the Saran wrap down. As the group of kids inched closer, I hissed. The sound echoed inside of crested head above me. The brave kids reached for the candy -- -- and I pushed out the secondary pair of chompers from the Queen's mouth over their heads. A simple rod in the bottom half of the head with a handmade puppet on the end. It didn't chomp, but the appearance was menacing. All I had to do was tilt the front of the crested head down slightly for the puppet to slip out. Yarn was tied to an eyehole at the very end of the rod and kept it from falling out of the Queen's mouth. A tilt back, and the Queen would slurp her bitey tongue back in. A sudden jarring stop told me something: the back of the crest had hit the door frame... I'd have to be careful about that. Back to the kids. They jumped and at least one of the kids made a break for it back to the safety of the sidewalk. I couldn't keep myself from laughing at the sight. Unfortunately for the other kids, my laughter boomed rather than be muffled inside of the suit. They had their quick pickings of candy and ran! The next couple of hours was a bit of the same. Only a few kids laughed back at my jumpscare. We chatted some and they went on to the next house. I had fun. Then something very strange and scary went through me. My vision flashed, blinded me, and changed significantly in an instant. At that time, I was worried my condition had worsened or I'd experienced a seizure and was waking up from it. I didn't move. The fear of what had happened was overpowered by what could be the cause. If I was about to croak, I didn't want it to be in front of kids! As if my thoughts had summoned them, teenage kids turned to my house, but they stood on the sidewalk. They appeared confused and a little frightened? Had they already been to my house and seen or heard something while I was out? Had I made noises while having that epileptic episode? I watched and tried to listen, but it wasn't easy to pick up their voices from my distance across the lawn. But we all heard the screams. All the kids turned to face the direction of the screaming, but somehow I didn't have to turn to see. Oddly enough, I could see in every direction except two: directly down and behind me. We could hear the screaming, but not exactly see what was causing -- them? More screams, shouts, and a lot of yelling. Then came the alarmingly familiar sirens... An incredible disorientation came over me when I tried to wave at the kids. It was like I had fumbled at catching an imaginary ball! I gave it another go and felt a sense of vertigo. So I figured I'd actually had a seizure and maybe my brain had done something screwy with my once finely tuned motor skills. First thing was first, to test what I could do. A simple twitch of my index finger confused me. The sense of that finger curling wasn't right. I focused on it and tried again. That time, I found out what was the problem. My attempt to curl just one finger wasn't possible. Curling one wasn't, but I could grip my fingers into a fist. Something snapped around the doorway when I pulled my arm down to inspect it. I hadn't noticed what had broken, but I supposed that meant it wasn't something important. My attention shifted down to my arm... arms? The Queen's dominant and secondary arms had both come down in front of me. I had my arm slipped inside of the secondary, but the dominant one shouldn't have been capable of moving with my movements. Maybe if I had kept the rods bridged between the two, but I'd removed them since I had no need to manipulate both sets. I reached my secondary arm up -- the one I had thought my arm was still inside -- and grabbed the dominant arm. I felt that. The grip and grab. My mind was buzzed with a terrible sensation as I tried moving my arms separately. Like how everything functioned was being rewritten, rewired, reprogrammed... whatever you wanna call it. Extra limbs!? I had another pair of arms!? That realization drove me to experiment with my maimed limb. I could feel my fingers. My hand... make that hands. That was so weird, but I wasn't complaining about it. With a tug, the other dominant arm snapped the binding my neighbor had put on. And then I stretched out all four arms to only see and inspect them in front of me. I turned my palms up, made fists, and swung a punch -- or two. I'd have to work on the control of four limbs rather than the movement of two arms as if they were one. I had no idea what had happened, but I liked it. Then I tried to sit up. Of course, the crest of the Queen's head hit the doorway... except it felt like I had hit the back of my head against a wall? Turning a little, I felt the door's frame bite into my waist and hips. I felt that if I could wiggle, the attachments from the spine could come undone and I'd squirm my way out of the torso. But that wasn't the case for a couple of reasons. For one, the chair was beneath me. If I kicked it out, then I'd collapse under the weight. Especially now that the dominant arms weren't -- well, I somehow had control over them. That wasn't an issue anymore! The second problem was the vent. When I tried to wiggle, the vent felt as if it had gotten in the way. Like the chair or tail was somehow tangled around it? ...If I could move the dominant arms and feel the crest when it hit, I supposed the tail could be manipulated too? Had I become the Queen? For now, I let that thought go and prioritized the tail. If it could move, then I could perhaps be one step closer to freedom. I focused on my posterior. That was very damn strange, but didn't do the job I wanted. Instead, I felt my legs strain under my weight when I tried to lift my ass up. Before, when I had wiggled, it had felt as if the attachments to my spine could come undone. I gave that a shot and felt my tail move. That was very interesting to feel, but a bit sickening too as the attachments weren't where I thought. The tail's movement made a noise. Like I had ripped something. Then a squelched pop later, my tail flung up and I heard it smack off of the ceiling. And a crash, after the ceiling fan broke and dropped with my tail back to the floor. The back of my chair was a ruin, but I felt like my tail's freedom had given me more wiggle room. I didn't feel as stuck to the floor anymore. But I was stuck in the doorway. It didn't matter what way I turned my hips, pushed back against the door's frame, or pulled back in -- I was stuck. With a heavy sigh -- which sounded real damn weird -- I gave up on getting out. I focused my attention instead on those kids once more. While I wasn't paying attention, they'd stopped to watch me flop around in vain for freedom! I was thankful they'd stuck around, but I felt ashamed of my feeble display. If I was correct, I was an all powerful and mighty Alien Queen, but with a royal ass firmly stuck on the throne. First thing I had done was give the kids a friendly wave -- or two. One of the group of kids bravely stepped forward and came running up to me. He, or she, had a Jack-O-Lantern for a head, but spoke with its carved tooth mouth insync with the voice. “You okay? Did your -- ah, the costume, you know...?” Jack crossed a pair of fingers and implied a merge or some kind of transformation from that gesture. Since I hadn't tested my voice yet, I only nodded. Who knew if I could speak, but I was frightened of what would shoot out of my mouth if I tried. Jack told me the same thing happened to the rest of the group and apparently it wasn't an isolated occurrence. One of the kids had a cell on hand. Almost all costume goers had transformed to a degree and nearly the whole world was going bonkers. When Jack waved the rest of his crew over, I was shown what the one kid's cell could explain. Not much, but at least we knew we weren't alone. “Ah, yeah... anything we can get you?” Jack, and everyone else, took note of my predicament. There was someone who could help me, but I didn't want to speak. So I pointed at my neighbor's house. A rabbit wearing a hypnotic, swirling blend of colors hopped away to alert the neighbor of my situation. Soon enough, my neighbor had arrived and was getting the gist of what had happened from the kids -- and the cellphone helped support our claims. The kids had made a call -- I assumed their parents -- and waited by the street to be picked up. Meanwhile, my neighbor had gone around back to figure out how to get me out. I waited in silence before I heard him swear something fierce behind me. When he came back, he told me about the destruction my tail had caused and the icky mess that used to be his laundry vent. My guess was the tail had smashed it and whatever I could reach had smeared over the tubular chute. In my current scenario, I was informed the only way out would be to break the door frame. That wasn't an appealing plan. So we called and waited for authorities to arrive. And waited... it was obvious the world was turned upside down and the emergency responders were overwhelmed with all manner of chaos tonight. Some hours later, my neighbor showed me an interesting tidbit on his cell's headlined media. All of the transformed would revert back to normal come the morning. We just needed to keep whatever our costume had come with on. And not become pregnant. Both of those sounded easy to me. Nothing could come off of me and I wasn't capable of becoming pregnant. Alien Queens laid parasitic eggs that did the whole impregnating shabang. Almost all night had gone by before a response team arrived. With the new information, they recommended I rest and wait until the morning instead of breaking my house apart. That was sound advice and I had no reason not to take it. Then the sun rose its shiny yellow face up in the sky and basked me in a welcoming warmth. Despite how happy I was to have my full arm back -- and perhaps nothing wrong with my head -- I eagerly awaited the end of my one night as the Queen. And waited... When the dawn had almost passed, I panicked. What if those magicians or whatever were wrong? What if a costume that had nothing to take off was by default a permanent transformation? Then I remembered something my neighbor told me. The vent was a icky mess... I was a Queen that laid eggs. I had an ovipositor... which I'd broken free from when I lashed my tail around and off the egg layer. Looked like I'd be stuck for awhile...

  2082 Planet Earth the Fracture War, after a sudden fracture in our dimension unidentified beings with advance technology and unknown abilities invaded Earth with one desire to conquer. Due to Human beings insatiable hunger for greed and power even after many centuries Earth was still divided. Underestimating the first wave of attack which was a but a small fleet of scouts. Each power rather than joining together to fight the unknown threat, schemed against one another. Then when the 2nd attack arrived attacking from different sudden fractures around the world, each country fell one by one. Even though Earth was divided they still struggled, knowing that this war could lead to extinction to all life, finally they at last moment stood together and fought, but it was far too late. The only weapon Humans had that could do any damage was nuclear arms, and the unknown beings knew that, so all they had to do was disable them. Would you believe it or not this was how the Humans got lucky, the unknown beings thought that since every thing on earth ran on one primitive power source electricity, disabling electricity world wide would destroy their last defense. The unknown beings weren't wrong, with no advance weapons except weapons that didn't run on a electric power source the humans were defenseless, the 2nd attack ended up wiping 65% of the human population. With the victory at hand, the unknown beings finalized the last attack, but during this time whether it was the grace gods or just a coincidence this gave the humans a chance to counter attack. During that time when the unknown beings restock their ships across each fracture for the 3rd attack, the humans launch an all out attack on each fracture with old air crafts that ran on fossil fuel. Like a clockwork gear, how the humans underestimated the small wave of the 1st attack, so did the unknown beings underestimating the last attack of the humans. When they saw how the humans air