Chapter the Eighth: Readiness.

There wasn't really any need to get up but we all made the effort to get vertical before lunch time. Amy volunteered to go make something for the three of us. We were soon sat around on the rec. room couch eating wraps. Here, I discovered what we could describe as a severe limit to my intelligence...

"Danny?" began Valerie after a long pause. "Now that Amy is pregnant, will she be able to stay here or will she have to go home?"

I was suddenly struck by the consequences of our little bit of fun.

In a mad panic, I concentrated hard and quickly swept into her body and confirmed what Valerie, in her own adoration, had believed would be a long-range hope for her friend. The little bright spark of life was ready to embed itself into the wall of Amy's womb. Shit, what a mess!

There was no way I was going to be able to face myself being the cause of ruining the Amy's life. I paled. This was just awful. Here I was, impregnating a seventeen year old schoolgirl. Her life was ruined!

Of all the stupidities! I had no way of knowing how I was going to explain myself.

I could feel the blood pounding in my ears, the whole pit of my stomach was churning... this was terrible! What to do? -- I panicked.

Both girls were stunned and frightened.

"Danny! Danny! what is it? What's wrong?" Amy looked up into my pallid face.

"what have I done?"

"Nothing Amy, you've done nothing, I've done a dreadful thing. I've been stupid, if you are pregnant then I've ruined you life!" I sat with my face in my hands, desperate.

Both girls looked at each other and then at me. Amy blurted out her amusement.

"You are silly Danny!"

I was amazed at her reaction. "Wha... ?" I said.

"If I am pregnant, then I'm even more happy, I'd love to have your baby."

I sat down and held both her hands, the feelings I had caused in Amy were not helping her to see straight. Valerie was not the only one who was behaving like a slave puppy.

"Amy, sweetie, if you are pregnant, it's a massive problem. You've got so much else that you need to be doing with your life. Bringing a baby into the world is the end of your freedom, your schooling everything!"

Amy was bemused. She saw the magnitude of the situation surely?

"Danny, I know you can change what we think and do, you let us know that. So can't you just make sure I'm not pregnant?"

The broken shards of my world suddenly fell back into a comfortable order. I was saved! A little messy, but useful, with a quick blink of concentration the tiny, zygotic grain was dealt with.

Amy cried. At first she had so much wanted a baby, then had been so frightened that she would have to have one and now; I could just take it all away. It was so confusing for her.

I held her and Valerie close to me and they snivelled for a while before I had to enter both their minds and we were all able to shake off the mood and got on with the day.

They suddenly didn't remember much about the problem.

I realised with a start how much my power was able to do and how little I could avoid the responsibility that this sort of ability inferred. After the initial compulsions I had imposed on the girls, I'd not had to do much more to them, all the emotional responses had followed from themselves.

The Sidhe had certainly given me quite some tool to drawn on. With the ability to make physical changes too, I was at a loss to consider any limitation I might have.

There was a limit of course, I had to be able to concentrate and marshal my thoughts but if that was allowed, I figured everything was possible. Later on, I'd realise that everything comes with a price tag but even now I have to admit that it's often worth it.

The 'morning after' is often an anticlimax, and this was no exception. We just messed around the house doing not much. I had the girls help me tidy up the place. There was quite a few 'spillages' around the dinner table :) and we spent the afternoon listening to CDs and just hanging out.

The girls demonstrated their dancing ability for me in a nice little impromptu performance on the hardwood floor in the lounge. They really were graceful and of a very high standard. Both of them could certainly be headed for some sort of career on the stage and I determined that I should make sure they got all the help I could give them. I made adjustments for better balance and stronger tendons.

Amy's turnout was improved too, and as for her potential 'top heaviness, ' I made sure that those breasts I had come to love would not interfere with her performance.

OK, so I'm a ballet nut. Both girls were going to do me proud.

As evening approached, we decided to take in a show and have dinner out. The normal difficulties with ticket ordering melted away as I introduced the box office agent to my special brand of persuasion. It was all set with good seats for the evening performance.

I wanted to show off my new loves and so adjourned to the bedroom to get ourselves dressed. Both girls were impressed by my trick of altering Maggie's dresses, left behind in her wardrobe, to fit their bodies. I was even more impressed by the way that Maggie's lingerie moulded itself to them. Neither girl had ever had the chance to dress 'to the nines' and pranced about like thoroughbreds.

Their long legs whispered in silk stockings, the lacy tops held up by matching garter belts. Amy wore an awesome bra that cupped and shaped her assets to show a beautiful cleavage.

Valerie was flatter and we decided that she should do without. A simple camisole top would suffice.

With their cocktail length dresses; Amy in a plum-coloured velvet and Valerie in black silk, both looked like debutantes.