Chapter 2

Changes - David Bowie

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their world
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it

Time may change me
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time

Copyright 1971 David Bowie
Lyrics by: David Bowie

Tricia arrived at Salsbury St. Park and looked around for Six. No tall, leggy blond straight from the sixties was in sight. 'Damn!' Tricia parked her bike, and sat at a bench near the swings. She watched the other kids in the park, playing and being kids. She sighed at the silly feeling that she would find her mysterious new friend here.

She was thinking about going back home when a very familure voice behind her asked, "How are you today dear Tricia?"

The sound was unmistakable, British in origin... Liverpool to be exact! She whipped around and was face to face with James Paul McCartney. Except it was Paul circa 1965... he was 24 and gorgeous! Tricia almost fainted. Her head reeled and she could hardly make an intelligent sound.

"I... I... Um... Er... are... " she stammered.

Paul smiled and told her, "It's me Luv, Six."

Tricia's jaw headed south, "S... Six? How... Wha... No... Six is a woman. You're P... Pa... Pa..."

"No darling, I'm Six. We met yesterday in the loo of that bloody awful pizza place."

Tricia narrowed her eyes, "Six? But how?"

He sat next to her and began to explain, "I am a changeling, I appear different to everyone if I wish to. I can sense what people find pleasant, and become it to there eyes."

Tricia tipped her little head and asked, "So you look different to everyone else?"

Paul nodded and went on, "Everyone else in the park sees you sitting with your father, you are the only person who sees Mr. McCartney."

"But... but why?" she asked.

"I will explain as we walk, get your bike, luv."

Tricia gathered up her new bike and they began to circle the park along the jogging path. As they walked alone, Six studied the sweet little companion next to him.

"So, do you like your new 'additions' that I gave to you?" Six asked with a knowing tone.

"Oh my! You did this to me? Thank you Six! I love what is happening. I have boobies now and I can see!" Tricia continued to gush, "I actually had to shave this morning! I never had any pubic hair before and my clit..."

Six cut her off abruptly, "Yes dear, I know what I gave you and I am pleased that you do enjoy them. However, I need to tell you a few things. I granted you these... attributes for a reason."

Tricia looked up at the image of her worship, hanging on every word.

Six continued, "I once was a regular human just like you, until I met someone... I met Five. Five was a Changeling. She passed it to me, and I became Six. I could spend a long time telling you of the passing and other boring details, but it is not the right time. All you need to know now is that I have selected you to pass along the gift."

Tricia nodded as Six talked, but it was not fully sinking in. As bright as the child was, this was a more than a little overwhelming to her.

"Now the time has come for Five to die and there must be two Changeling's alive. It is my duty to find and create the next of our 'kind', if you will. And after much searching, I have selected my 'other'. I have selected you, dear Tricia."

Tricia stopped walking, "Me? Why me, Six?"

For the first time since they met, Tricia was afraid. She trembled slightly as she listened.

Six smiled, "Because you are perfect. Tricia, you are brilliant, strong willed, vital and most of all, young. You were weak in body, but I have changed that. You will grow to be stronger and far more beautiful than either of your sisters. What is required to accept the passing is strong in you."

Six knelt down to eye level with Tricia and spoke very directly, "What is required is passion."

Six stood back up and continued to walk. Tricia followed her hero look-alike, and quietly listened.

"You have a passion for learning, a passion for music and a passion for sexuality. That, my pet is paramount to all the other requirements. Your libido is three times the size of you!" Six laughed as she made the statement.

"We Changelings LIVE on sexuality. It is just as important as food, water and oxygen to us. We need to fulfill our bodies on the sexuality of others. Sexual energy is to us, what the sun is to plant life. Do you understand what I have said so far?"

Tricia nodded and stuttered, "I... I thi... think so... uh..."

Six smiled, "Good, so here is the next course of action, if you accept the choice, we will begin to train you for the passing. Are you hungry?"

Tricia nodded again, "Uh huh, I hardly ate this morning."

Six looked pleased, "Excellent, we can talk more over lunch. I'm starving!"

As they walked toward the restaurant across the street, Tricia asked the question burning in her powerful mind, "Six, why do you look like Paul?"

Six looked down and winked at her, "Because it is whom you desire most."

They got a table, and Six/Paul ordered drinks, a lager for himself and a root beer for Tricia. He sat looking at little Tricia for a few moments, and then he smiled brightly as he began to speak again.

"I really like what has happened to your body, luv. You turned out quite well."

Tricia tilted her head slightly to the left as she told him, "You say that like you had nothing to do with it."

Paul grinned at the child, "Oh I gave you the power to change, but how it comes off is up to the individual's genetics. All my touch does is set the body to correct itself to it's full potential."

Tricia perked up at this news, "So, had I not been premature, this is how I would have developed?"

Paul gave his world famous head nod and grin, "That's right, luv. At least close to it."

Tricia thought about it for a moment and then asked, "Will I be able to change others?"

"Someday you will", he answered.

He paused for the girl to consider this, then Six went on to explain the finer points of the offer.

"Now Tricia, if you complete the first part of the training we will move on to the passing."

"How do we do that, Six?"

Six/Paul smiled, "I will take your virginity, and then you will be a changeling too."

Tricia sighed at the prospect of giving her maidenhead to James Paul McCartney. Her newly acquired nipples stiffened quickly and she felt a slight drool in her tingling pussy. She had so many more questions to ask and she started with the second pressing issue in her mind.

"Six, will I get to stay with my family?" She asked timidly.

Paul nodded to the affirmative, "Yes luv, you will grow up to adulthood and you can use your powers on your family if you wish. However, there are things you must remember when using it in public. For instance, I cannot change from a male to a female form when others are around. If you see me as a male, everyone sees me as a male. Changing gender for one persons perception, changes it for all."

The waitress came back with their drinks and took the food order. When she left, Six continued on with the explanation,

"So you see luv, we need to avoid detection from the public. Others of our kind have been killed for the power we hold. A few were burned or stoned for being witches. In our time we might end up in some science lab and dissected. Like I said, you can use your powers on your family, but I strongly advise you against telling them what you have become."

Tricia nodded, opened mouthed as the gravity of Sixes warning set in. She continued to hang on every single word.

Six continued, "There are many wondrous things that you will do in your life, once you change. I never imagined even the slightest bit of what fantastic things I would experience and see. Oh my dear girl, you will know what it's like to be a man as well. The first time for me was the biggest shock of my young life."

"How old were you when you became a Changeling, and how old are you now?" Tricia wondered.

"Oh, well... I was a ripe old thirteen when Five offered me the passing. That was in 1975. So I guess that makes me 28. Ahh, It was all so mind blowing, but I don't have the slightest regret. I have done and seen so very much, and the sex has been so much better than I would have ever experienced as when I was Wendy."

"That was your name?... Wendy... I'd love to see what you looked like."

"I will show you sometime when we are alone. But there is so much to show you. I am quite pleased that you are accepting this all so well, I knew I made the right choice with you."

Six leaned across the table and kissed Tricia on the cheek and she gushed in her little skirt. She was instantly soaked and it dripped off the edge of the bench, onto the floor beneath them. Right then the waitress brought the food. Six winked at Tricia, and proceeded to flirt with the waitress, whom Tricia had just become aware of how pretty she was.