Chapter 1

The Changeling - The Doors

Uh!
Uha!
Gedu!
I live uptown
I live downtown
I live all around
I had money, and I had none
I had money, and I had none
But I never been so broke
That I couldn't leave town
I'm a Changeling
See me change
I'm a Changelin'
See me change
I'm the air you breath
Food you eat
Friends your greet
In the sullen street, wow
See me change
See me change, you
I live uptown
I live downtown
I live all around
I had money, yeah, and I had none
I had money, yeah, and I had none
But I never been so broke
That I couldn't leave town
Well, I'm the air you breath
Food you eat
Friends your greet
In the sullen street, wow
Ew ma!
Uh, ah!
You gotta see me change
See me change
Yeah, I'm leavin' town
On a midnight train
Gotta see me change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Woa, change, change, change

copyright 1971
Lyrics by: Jim Morrison

That song is seven years older than Little Patricia Marie Patterson.

Patricia was the middle child in the Patterson home. Her Mother Connie, secretly loved her darling Tricia most of all. Tricia was the 'runt' of the Patterson family and her sisters never let her forget it. Kelly, who was older by two years, was tall and slim with legs like a gazelle. Amber, the baby had arrived fourteen months after Tricia now had grown past her very quickly.

On the day of Tricia's twelfth birthday (Aug 10, 1990), her parents took the girls to Chuckie Cheese for a party. Tricia was not as somber on this day, but still not what could be called happy. The fact was that her baby sister was ten, going on eleven and sporting a bra. Not a training bra, but a 32A cup brazier and it was a sore point for the precocious pre-teen. Her older sister was now fourteen and a full 34C! Tricia however, was as flat as a board and stick thin.

Life was just not fair!

What made it even worse was that Kelly was now 5'7" and showed no signs of stopping her growth. Amber was a full six inches taller than her, and had now taken to calling her "Squirt" just like Kelly did. It was not said with affection, but rather with a touch of venom. All three girls had jet-black hair just like their mother. The stunning facial beauty was a mix of both mom and dad, but the graceful height and sexy curves that Connie passed on to her first and last child was not showing up in poor little Patricia. All three sisters had their father's gray/green eyes, and his deep dimples too.

Kenneth Patterson loved his little girls to the ends of the earth. But it was often clear that he did favor the eldest and youngest girls. He called them the 'bookends' and took great pride in their fearsome athletic abilities. Kelly, the Jr. High track and field star, was now being groomed for an Olympic future. Amber was clearly the best forward in her soccer league and would no doubt be an all-state champ in the not to distant future.

Little Tricia, however, was clumsy and lacked physical speed or agility. She was undoubtedly the smartest of the brood, and spent all her time reading and playing music. Her eyes were bad, and she wore thick glasses. The fact was, that she was born a full month premature, and nearly died during her delivery. She was almost always sick in one form or another, a cold, a flu, asthma, and she missed school every three weeks or so. This did not reflect in her grades in the least. Her younger sister would pick up her school work for her on the days she was home and Tricia was quite diligent in her homework. She was always at the top of her class in test scores, and her I.Q. was scored around 136 when she was nine. It just seemed that Tricia had a hunger for learning, and it was never sated.

Despite her diminutive physical stature, (4'10" and 89 lbs. at the age of twelve) she was a mental giant. By the age of five, she read on a 5th grade level. She was now in the 7th grade and was ready for Uni level classes. Suffice to say Patricia was a 'Brain'.

Whenever Kelly or Amber picked on her, she would simply use her extensive vocabulary to retaliate on them. Last summer, Tricia lost her phone use for a whole month for calling Amber "Ambulatory Fecal Matter" at the dinner table!

Tricia had a deep love for the music of the late sixties and early seventies. As far as she was concerned the Beatles were the greatest band EVER. Led Zeppelin and the Doors were cool, and she really dug bands like Genesis and ELP. But the Beatles were the "Alpha and Omega" to her. The stuff her sisters and peers listened to was "CRAP" to her. Tricia adored her parent's generation of music.

The one other area the Tricia excelled in was her sexual desire. For a girl who's body was so resistant to puberty and development, her libido was as advanced as her reading skills. She had a deep curiosity in both women's and men's physiology as well as a over-active fantasy world. She was a full-blown chronic masturbator, (It would seem that despite her lack of 'feminine' growth, she could orgasm and in multiples to boot!) and a rampant pervert in her own giant mind.

Late at night, she would lie under her covers and stare at the poster of Paul McCartney, jilling her little hairless pussy frantically. She would cum over and over, thinking of her rock idols (mostly Paul) and work her tiny, underdeveloped clit till it was raw and throbbing. Jim Morrison was another favorite, as well as Robert Plant and Jimmy Page.

So here they sat at Chuckie Cheese, eating crappy pizza and Little Tricia pretending to be happy. Tricia had drank a whole pitcher of iced tea, and excused herself from the table to use the restroom. She walked past the video games and foosball tables to the hall where the restrooms were.

"Why do the call them restrooms?" she thought to herself, "Nobody rests in there."

She smirked to herself, pleased with her wit. She pushed the door to the ladies room open, and it made solid contact with the woman on the other side of it. Tricia gasped as the woman fell backwards onto the tile floor of the bathroom with a loud thud.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry!" she exclaimed.

The beautiful blond looked stunned. Tricia stopped, with a look of awe on her face. The lady on the floor was a dead ringer for George Harrison's first wife, Patty Boyd! She was even dressed like she was from the sixties.

Little Tricia rushed to help the dazed blond, and asked her, "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright little one, no worries!" she replied in a lovely, lilting British accent.

"Gosh, I can't believe I knocked you down, I am so much smaller than you."

The Patty look-alike winked and told her, "You just caught me off guard, luv. Knocked me right off me plates, you did."

Tricia tipped her head to the left, "Plates?" she replied with total confusion.

"Yeah... plates of meat... feet. Never mind." she shook her head and asked, "What's yer name luv?"

The pre-teen blushed slightly and introduced herself, "Patricia Patterson, what's yours?"

"You kin' call me Six. It's absolutely brilliant to meet you Tricia!"

Six stood up, and brushed out her black and white op-art fuzzy mini-skirt. She had delicious long legs and Tricia gazed at her from the white knee-high plastic boots all the way up to her oversized checkerboard sunglasses atop her perfect 1966 bouffant hairdo. Trish felt a familure tingle between her thighs as she drank in the view of the 60's styled beauty. Her twelve-year-old nipples began to puff out like ping pong balls on her normally flat chest.

Tricia giggled and said, "Six? That's an odd name", not meaning to offend her.

Six giggled back, charmed by the tiny girls precocious nature, "Odd? Not where I'm from sweetie."

Patricia blushed again, realizing how rude that sounded, "I'm sorry, I said that out of context."

Six cocked her eyebrow, "Quite the vocabulary for a twelve-year-old, innit?"

Tricia's jaw dropped open, "How... how did you know I'm twelve?"

Six grinned and pointed to the door, "Err... Birthday Party... Outside?"

The tiny girl scrunched her cute face up, 'of course' she thought, 'DUH!' She walked to a stall and excused herself. Six waved her on, understanding her need.

As Tricia sat down and relieved her bladder she asked Six, "Would you like to meet my family?"

"I would be delighted!" replied the stunning London girl, checking her makeup in the mirror.

Patricia pulled her shorts up, washed her hands and escorted her new friend to the table where her family sat. The Patterson's looked up at the female accompanying Tricia and were all quite taken with her beauty.

Dad saw a woman who looked a little too much like Madonna, Mom saw Rosie Perez from Do the Right Thing's twin, Kelly saw a dead ringer for Kelly McGillis from Top Gun, and Amber thought she looked just like Demi Moore from Ghost.

"Hey you guys, this is my new friend, Six!" Tricia chirped.