Help! Chapter 11 (Patreon)

Arriving back at Sylvia’s home, Jeremy heard someone, well, many someones’ laughing and..was that splashing?

She entered the house and quickly found it full of teenagers...teenagers she knew from Baxter High. “What on earth?” she said, after rounding the corner to the outdoor patio and the pool.

“Oh, hello Sylvia!” Jeremy heard her former voice as the real Sylvia strode over to her, wearing a wet bathing suit.

“Hello Mrs. M,” came a soft voice from behind Sylvia.

“Bethany?” Jeremy said, looking at the person. She resembled Bethany distantly...but gone were the platinum locks and popular girl demeanor. Her hair was noticeably shorter and she wore a simple top and pants. Jeremy frowned, her bust had definitely deflated also, and she looked...smaller.

“Just...Beth, now.” She looked up at Sylvia like she was about to flinch.

“Remember, darling, you can’t tell anyone,” Jeremy said softly into Beth’s ear.

Beth nodded, obviously frightened.

“Leave us, dear.” Sylvia said. “I need to speak with Mrs. Manchester.”

“Yes, Sir.” Beth turned around and sat on the edge of the pool.

Sylvia led me back into the house.

“Look, I don’t know how to say this nicely,” Sylvia said. “You’re going to have to find new digs.”

“Wait, what?” Jeremy said. “You told me yesterday...”

“I know, but I’m just not going to be able to stay in that house with your mother.”

“Well, I could go back there...”

“No, I’ve altered her reality.” Jeremy sighed. “She just wouldn’t accede to hypnosis, my dear, so I had to take steps.”

Jeremy felt her stomach drop down to her shoes. “What did you do to my mother!?”

“Don’t worry, she’s still human.” Sylvia put his arm on Jeremy’s shoulder. “She’s just adopting a lifestyle more in line with that body she possesses.”

Frowning, Jeremy looked up at him. “What? What do you mean?”

“Well, she’s, ah...adapting to the oldest profession in the world? Shall we say?”

“Wait, you’re telling me you altered her reality to be a prostitute?”

“I think she might do very well at that considering her ample...assets, don’t you, darling?”

Horrified, Jeremy sat down. “Where is she?”

Sylva waved his hand. “Pfft, I dropped the slut off at Lucky Girl’s Cabaret. But I warn you, darling, the person who used to be your mother will no longer recognize you in this incarnation.”

“I’m not going to allow my mother to live a life as a prostitute!”

“Oh, she’ll be fine, darling.”

Jeremy could feel himself close to crying. “Really, you need to think more about yourself and what’s happening to you, if you want to be ready for class Monday morning.”

“Class?” Jeremy said. “You expect me to carry on teaching like this?”

“Indeed I do,” Sylvia responded. “You’ve held on long enough to this old identity of yours, it’s time to let it go and just be Sylvia from now on.”

“I’ll never let you win!” Jeremy hissed. “I’ll find some way out of this, so help me!”

Sylvia snickered. “Well, we have one last piece of the puzzle, don’t we?”

Jeremy felt a tingling sensation, like a million pins and needles flowing over her body. She trembled in its grasp, as both of them were caught in Sylvia’s swirling magic.

Jeremy felt her body shift. She’d been on the thin side, but it was like something was inflating her from the inside. She could feel fat sliding onto her torso and thighs, as her position on the sofa shifted a bit, rising up but weighted down. She could feel her face drooping, like running wax, and her coat and pants shifted together with her body.

In a few moments, it was over. She glanced down at herself and gasped. “Oh, lawd, what did you do to me?” Her voice was now a husky contralto, almost sounding male again but raspy and dark.

“This is how you would have been if we’d never swapped, Sylvia.”

“But, I’m...fat!”

“Not just fat, but tell me your name.”

She looked up at him. If anything he looked more ruggedly handsome than before. “Sylvia Manchester, of course.”

He grinned. “Sure about that?”

“Well, tell me your name, smartypants!” she said.

“It’s Jeremy. Isn’t it, Sylvia?”

She looked up at him. God, he was good-looking. She shook her head, but that wasn’t right. She had been in that body, that had been hers!”

“But I’m Jeremy, or was.”

“Sure about that?” he said. “What if I said six-eight-six F-stop on two?”

She blinked. She knew that— it was one of the most simple plays... something about it gave her a headache like she was trying to see through her kneecaps.

“But what if I said ‘The fool doth think...'” He paused, then made a grimace as if he had his own ice-cream headache.

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” Sylvia finished. “You need to pay closer attention to your homework, Mr. Fuller.”

Sylvia gasped.

Jeremy grinned widely. “Indeed I do, Mrs. Manchester”

“Oh, stop that!” Sylvia said. She felt like they were both playing charades, but with reality. “You know who I truly am!”

Jeremy nodded. “Indeed I do. But now you are Sylvia Manchester, in body and mind. Soon, your spirit will also join and you won’t have these troubling thoughts of your past life.”

Sylvia shook her head, standing up. “Could you at least put me back as I was...or as you were? I don’t desire to be this overweight.”

“You can do that the old-fashioned way, Sylvia.”

“Stop pandering to me, boy.” Sylvia stood, looking down at herself. “This is completely unacceptable. And why are you in my house?”

He grinned. “My house, now, Sylvia. I’m altering reality a bit so you no longer live here.”

“Well, where do I live?”

He rubbed his chin. “Actually, if you think about it, you’ll discover the location.”

She thought about it, and an elegant, one-bedroom apartment came to mind. Sparsely furnished, but adequate.

Standing, she rubbed her head and felt the new style of her hair.

“Hey bro, you said no alcohol, right?”

Sylvia blinked and saw what appeared to be a young man standing in the room.

Jeremy frowned. “Yeah, why?”

“Tessa has booze in her purse.”

“Ah, crap. I’ll be right back, you two.”

As soon as he left, the young man approached Sylvia. “Umm...is that you in there Jeremy?”

She blinked. Jeremy? God, yes, that was right, she had been Jeremy!

“Well, yes,” Sylvia said...”but I don’t—”

“Bethany, well, Beth but now...” he looked a bit confused.

The connection was made in her brain. “Miss Carmichael? I mean...Bethany?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Jeremy is apparently casting me as his little brother. Look we don’t have much time—”

“Oh, Lord.”

“I have a way to undo all of this, but I need you to come get me tonight. Can you do that?”

“Tonight?” Sylvia said. “I...well, I suppose.”

“It has to be tonight, or we’ll never get a chance like this again!” he whispered urgently. “If you ever want to be back in your body again, you need to listen to me!”

“Okay, where do I meet you?”

“I’ll slip out the window after I go to bed. You meet me on the other side of the fence. Just open your door, and when I get in, be ready to go!”

“Alright but—”

“Talk later!” he whispered, then scampered away.

Sylvia started after the boy, but her gaze caught the mirror by the staircase.

“Oh my Lord,” Sylvia said, looking herself over. She looked like a different person entirely. She must weigh three-hundred pounds, and all of it in her breasts and buttocks.

As she stared, information came rushing in. She had a standing hair appointment at Susie’s on Saturday morning. She needed a bit of lippy, magnetic mahogany, and she could find that at the drugstore. She also needed an adjustment of her upper plate dentures, she needed a few groceries, and she couldn’t go another day without getting some black Palmal’s. She was aching for a cigarette.

It was time to go. She started for the door to find it opening and Jeremy walked toward her.

“Well, thank you for stopping by and delivering Bobby’s homework, Mrs. Manchester.”

Sylvia blinked. That had been the reason she needed to come over to this place. Bobby Fuller, Jeremy’s brother, needed his homework because he’d been absent for—

She thought about it and couldn’t remember. Oh, that was just like an old woman, forgetting things.

“Be sure he submits it on time, Mr. Fuller, or there will be consequences!” she raised her finger in the air to emphasize the point.

“Absolutely,” Jeremy held the door open for her which was kind, considering her bulk.

“See you at the game Friday night?”

Sylvia Harumphed. “I have much better ways to spend my time, dear boy, than watching football. You should turn your mind toward more productive subjects, Mr. Fuller, you do well in academics.”

“You know me, Mrs. Manchester.”

Sylvia rolled her eyes as she left. “Oh, yes I do.”