Chapter 4: The Cure

“Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!” Uhura says to the transporter ensign Mr Adventure in Star Trek III “The Search for Spock”

I wondered how I’d be changed. Relievedly, my body wasn’t modified with a vagina and I’m still a dedicated heterosexual and pussy fanatic! Appears my body has completed the journey of at least the obvious changes, begun with my cure of ALS, a little over three years ago. Changes have occurred in random sporadic episodes over nearly three years. Dear Sally was my benefactress and my wife most of that time. It was never my intention to fall in love with Sally. Sally claimed she was incapable of loving and could not appreciate being loved! She demanded I marry her before she would cure me. So, I did. Nothing romantic, she simply wanted the anonymity of being Mrs. X, rather than herself loathing self. I took her on a honeymoon anyway. She could say she had one, to anyone who may ask. Sally agreed that was a worthwhile reason. Sally slept through most of it.

Is the cure sometimes worse than the disease? I’m not wishing I had gone fishing instead, if that’s your real question. Except for missing Sally, life is pretty good.

There is much to relate.

First, before you ask, Sally still exists, just simpler, not in her original form. Feeling relieved? Before I explain what has happened to Sally, I want to explain what has happened to me. Unconscious Sally won’t mind my usurping center stage, taking precedence.

Second, I’m much cleverer now. My long cherished wish has come true. Too much of a good thing can have consequences. I am now too clever for my own good!

Third. The SECRET IS SAFE!

Fourth, we moved! To the country. A different country, and to a rural setting. Not for evasive purposes, but for privacy. Actually, for psychiatric reasons. A psychopath, a homicidal maniac is on the loose. Me. Distancing myself is necessary for public safety.

Fifth. I’m driving. Hahahahahahaha (Interminable peals of hysterical psychotic laughter!) With echo chamber Doppler effects. See what I mean?

Weird stuff, like special effects seen only in movies, I can reproduce real time, real world, and at whim. Ultimate control over my own body.

What’s worse? I can control your body, too. No, not mind control. Your thoughts and emotions are no more subject to my influence, than they are to the words of any other manipulative person, con artist, politician, TV commercial, or sales pitch master. Only words can change your mind! Those are in my arsenal but not mind control.

What is unique with me, is I can assume physical motor control of your body, without your permission or consent. You will leave the safety of your home or office, and travel to meet me, wherever I elect, and you can’t prevent yourself. I’m driving. Telekinesis! Bend spoons? Ha! I can play poltergeist. Slam doors, open windows, make spooky noises, levitate inanimate objects and fly those objects across the room to smash against the wall. Remotely. At considerable distance. How far away? I have not yet determined. It may be, my power is improving, growing, lengthening, strengthening!

Sixth. Sally and I are not aging. We are growing younger. Age forty two, I look like a seventeen, eighteen year old adolescent and with a teenage libido. I’m insatiable. Recuperate in mere minutes, ready to fuck again. Incredible stamina, thanks to the NDCs.

Sally? Sally’s story needs to be postponed temporarily. It’s a little embarrassing and complicated. Needs a backstory. Here is the backstory. (Next Chapter, The Backstory)