"This is your parents' house?"

   We drove up a long driveway towards what was a large mansion outside
of San Francisco.  It looked like the largest home I've ever seen, and
even Angie was impressed by it's size.

   "God, Shelly, you didn't tell me your parents had money like this,"
she said in a hushed tone.

   Shelly laughed.  "I don't like talking about it all that much," she
reminded us.  "Just think of it as home for the next three weeks."

   The cab stopped at the huge double doors and we all piled out.
Shelly paid the cabbie the fare, and he drove off after placing our bags
on the ground.  Shelly fumbled about, and found her keycard.

   Stepping inside, it felt like we were entering a performance hall.
There was old wooden furniture everywhere, the place decorated with
artwork from the late Victorian era.  No matter where you looked, it
spoke clearly of money, old money, and lots of money.

   Shelly walked up the spiral staircase.  "Come on, I'll show you
where you can room," she said, everyone following behind in stunned
silence.  We went down a long hall, and entered one wing of the palace.

   "Take any room you want," she said, nodding her head in the
direction of the smaller hall.  "Everyone will have your own bathroom,
so don't worry about sharing, unless you want to."  She gave a wink at
me, and I already knew what she had in mind.  "Meanwhile, I'll be in my
old bedroom over here.  Meet here in an hour for dinner?"

   Everyone agreed to that, and folks went off in various directions.
Soon I was left standing there with Shelly, who nudged me towards her
bedroom.  "Come on, let's go," she repeated, and I finally started
moving.

   Her room was twice the size of my old bedroom at home.  A four-
poster bed took up a small chunk of space, along with some old wooden
drawers and a desk.  Scattered on the bed were several old stuffed
animals, and artwork along the walls were similar in subject.  She
blushed a bit at the old stuff, and sighed.

   "My mother likes leaving my room looking the same as when I left,"
she explained, quickly putting away her clothes.  "I guess she expects
that I'll want to come back some day, going back to being her little
girl.  She still doesn't understand me or my talent, or why I want to
live my own life."

   I didn't know what to say, so instead I changed the subject.  "Where
should I put my stuff?" I asked.  She gave a lopsided smile and pointed
to my right.

   "Just put your clothes in that set of drawers," she said.  "Anything
you need to hang up can go in the closet next to that."  She continued
unpacking, and I did the same, only occasionally making idle comment
over what I found.

   Finally my own stuff was put away, and I shut the closet door.  When
I turned around, I found Shelly laying on the bed, lightly petting a
stuffed tiger.  "What's wrong?" I asked, settling down on the edge of
the bed next to her.  She looked up, and let out a soft sound.

   "I'm glad you came with me," she said, peering back at the tiger.
"I really would have been miserable to be here by myself."

   I reached out and hugged her lightly.  "Well, I am here, so don't
worry.  Besides, as you said yourself, we can have fun without worrying
about someone looking in on us."

   "Other than Angie, but then she'd likely want to join in."  Shelly
giggled a bit, then turned somber.  "Kyle, there's a few things I want
to try later on with you.  Not now," she added, placing her fingers on
my lips.  "I'll tell you about them tonight, after we've had dinner.
But just promise you won't think them revolting."

   Kissing her lightly, I smiled.  "Dear, after that two-headed wolf
morph form, I don't think I'd find anything you'd want to take
revolting.  Besides, I brought a few images of my own, and believe me,
they're quite warped."

   She giggled at that.  "Ok, so we'll both be warped, and freak out
the rest of the group."

--

   Dinner was at one of the more upscale places Shelly knew about.
More unusual was the fact that she paid for it all on a credit card.
"My mom left this for me," she told everyone.  "She said to get whatever
I wanted with it, and not worry about the cost."

   Angela giggled.  "Sounds like we're going to be making a mall run
later on," she said.

   Shelly winked at that.  "As long as we don't go overboard, it
shouldn't be a problem."  The rest of the evening passed well enough,
everyone chatting and otherwise having a good time together.  Finally we
ended up back at 'the house', as we were calling it now.  Tired, we all
headed off to our rooms, or rather, they headed off.  Shelly and I went
into her room, where she promptly flopped down on the bed.

   "I think we're going to have a fun time," she said after a moment.
I sat down on the edge of the bed again, and she gave me a light hug.
"It's nice knowing that you're here with me."

   I leaned down and gave her a kiss.  "Well, I don't think I could
have dealt with my grandparents for the next three weeks.  They wouldn't
understand how I feel now."  I thought about it a moment.  "I guess I'm
becoming someone different, from what I thought I'd be even at the start
of the year."

   "You've grown a lot since I first met you," Shelly pointed out.
"You're not the shy, quiet person I remember any more."  She grinned and
pulled me down onto the bed.  "And I still like it when you are that
nice, polite person.  But I also like it when you're playful, teasing
and wanting to do all sorts of things to me."

   Laughing, I kissed her lightly.  "And I like that as well.  I never
met anyone quite like you.  You're self-assured, you know what you want,
and you're willing to work to get it.  Even when I'm trying to be Mr.
Nice Guy."

   She giggled, and snuggled up against me.  "Well, I don't want Mr.
Nice Guy right now, or for the next few weeks.  I want you to get as
wild, as crazy as you want to be."

   She hesitated a moment, then looked at me.  "There is one thing I'd
like to try tonight," she said, her voice low.  "You might think I'm
crazy for wanting to do it, but I'd like it."

   I snuggled her lightly.  "Given what we've tried already, I won't
take anything as crazy.  What would you want me to do?"

   She took a deep breath.  "First, let me get out of these clothes,
and I want you to turn me into a sexy tigress morph."  Her outfit
quickly fell to the floor, and I looked at her just before I touched
her.  I could see why others found her good looking, with her red hair
falling to her shoulder, her smooth curves and full breasts.  She
blushed at my thoughts, then winked.

   "Come on, stop looking at the human and make me your tigress."

   I grinned, and touched her.  She shivered a moment, then a lush,
sexy tigress morph stood next to the bed.  She sighed and stretched,
then kissed me, purring.

   "Now, make me into your cuddly tigress doll," she said.

   That made me blink in surprise.  "Tigress doll?" I asked, then
glanced at the stuffed animals.  "You mean, like those?"

   She nodded.  "Just like them," she told me.  "Soft, plush,
squeezable, and wanting to be held by you."  Her expression was one of
hope, her desire to be that for me visible.

   I didn't even hesitate.  Calling up the medusa talent inside of me,
I felt a different sort of energy flowing out of my hand.  She let out a
soft gasp, then her body slowly froze in place, her eyes becoming glassy
and vacant.  She shrank in size quickly, stopping only once she was
perhaps a little more than a foot tall.  The power stopped, and she fell
onto her side, no longer a living creature but a stuffed doll.

   Reaching down, I gently wrapped my fingers around her and lifted her
up.  She was no heavier than any other stuffed animal, if a little more
lifelike.  The black and orange stripes covered her form, and I noticed
that she was still anatomically correct in some respects, with the large
breasts present on her chest.  I giggled, my libido still active as
could be, and lightly rubbed them.

   I couldn't get any real thoughts from her now, only a vague sense of
emotional feeling.  That feeling was reassuring, for it was a happy
state she was in.  My fingers kept caressing her fur, and the more I
rubbed, the happier she seemed to be.

   Flopping out on the bed, I quickly undressed and stretched out,
placing her on my chest and looking at her.  From classes, I knew a
person in this state was still aware of their surroundings, only they
were frozen in place, unable to move.  They could still feel things, if
the form allowed it, and I was sure being a stuffed doll she was feeling
everything.  I giggled a bit, and kissed her plastic nose, then hugged
her gently.

   Time passed slowly as I kept playing with her, teasing her with my
fingers and sensing her pleasure.  It made me happy, knowing that I was
making her happy this way, and cuddled her in my arms.  Before I
realized it, I had fallen asleep, the stuffed tigress still being held
close against my chest.

--

   Sunlight shone through the curtains, creating pastel shades on the
walls.  Slowly I woke up, feeling more relaxed than I had in a long
time.  No classes, no homework, no feeling of rushing around.  Just a
nice, peaceful feeling for once.

   I rolled onto my back, and felt something next to me.  Reaching
without looking, I picked up Shelly, peering at her before remembering
last night.  Grinning, I gave her a warm hug and kiss again, then set
her on my chest.  "Well, good morning.  I hope you had a good night."

   She couldn't answer me, but I was going to change that.  Once again
I let myself be a medusa and change her back into a living tigress.  She
quickly grew in size, her body shuddering from the change.  She let out
a low moan, then looked down at me.  Moving instantly, she pinned me to
the bed and planted a kiss on me that was as hot as could be.

   "God," she panted as she broke the kiss, "Kyle, that was the most
incredible thing I've experienced."  She rubbed her body back and forth
against me, purring constantly.  "Once you started playing with me and
holding me, I felt like I was in a non-stop orgasm.  And all I wanted
you to do was keep it up."

   I giggled a bit, and tried to tickle her.  "Well, I could feel a
little thought from you, you seemed so happy."

   "Happy?  I was estatic."  She peered at me, then grinned and I felt
her power flowing into me.  Next thing I knew I was a male tiger morph,
and she was sliding down to straddle my hips.

   "You don't know how much I wanted something inside of me," she
moaned, quickly slipping my now-hard shaft inside of her.  "Don't say
anything, just let me do it."  She started riding me hard, her eyes
closed as she slid up and down along my length.  I reached up and played
with her nipples, our growls mingling together until we exploded as one.

   She collapsed back on top of me, and held me tight.  "Oh that was
good," she whispered, nuzzling my neck.  "That was so good."

   I nuzzled her back, nibbling gently on an ear.  "Care to hear one of
my fantasies?" I asked just as quietly, watching her head suddenly come
up.

   "Tell me."

   I winked.  "I'd love to let you turn me into something like that," I
told her.  "Maybe make me into your bra, or a bathing suit."

   She grinned widely at that.  "Oh, that would be so kinky," she said.
"But you'd have to make me into a deuce for that to work."

   "I know."  I thought about it.  "I can't transfer any of my
abilities to you, but I might be able to touch a deuce and then I could
transfer it."

   She thought about it.  "That might not be a problem if we're at the
mall, would it?"  She suddenly grinned.  "In fact, you could pass a few
abilities around that way."

   I snickered.  "Let's just keep it private, for now."

   "Keep what private?"

   I turned my head to see Angela in the doorway.  "Do you mind?" I
said in a light tone.  "We're trying to be kinky here."

   Angela walked over.  "You can be kinky with me if you want," she
said, giving us both a light kiss.  "The boys are still asleep, and so
is Gayle.  And I was bored, so I decided to see what you two were up
to."  She grinned as she looked down my chest.  "Or just up, in your
case."

   Shelly giggled and swatted Angela.  "You want to spend time with
Kyle, don't you?"

   Angela surprised us both.  "Actually, I'd enjoy spending time with
you both.  There's a few things I'd love to try, if you two are up for
it."

   I rolled over onto my chest.  "Depends on what you have in mind."

   Angela grinned widely.  "Oh, I have a few ideas in mind.  Just like
you two have in your twisted, demented minds."