Prove to me that you're no fool
Walk across my swimming pool.
-- Tim Rice

"I'm bored."

 "What may we do to please you Lord?" Richard was standing by the picture window of his office staring petulantly at the panorama before him while Colleen gently kneaded his neck and shoulders.

 "I haven't decided. No. I have decided." He smiled beatifically. "It's time for the people of the world to bow before me and show their respect."

 "How shall we allow them to display their veneration Master?"

 "I shall go out among them so that they may prostrate themselves before me."

 "May we permit the media to record your beneficence for posterity?"

 "Sure." Colleen ran back to the desk to arrange news coverage.

 "How will you present yourself to the masses, Master?"

 "An excellent question. We need to do something of biblical proportions. Something that will impress, that will allow my flock memories worthy of a god, that will permit them a mythology with which to revere me." Inga looked on adoringly while Colleen finished on the telephone and returned.

 "I know." They were outside by the lake again.

 "What is your desire Master?"

 "Stand apart and watch each other." They quickly moved about ten feet apart and watched each other, wondering what would happen.

There was tingling from the waist down. Their bikini bottoms disappeared and the skin on their legs began to turn brown. A coarse coating of hair formed. They glanced quizzically at Richard but their eyes quickly returned to each other when the tingling restarted and increased to an uncomfortable tickle. Inga reached back to scratch at the itch behind her and found a lump growing out of her buttocks. Looking back at Colleen she saw a what must have been a similar brown lump forming just above her buttocks also. The lump elongated and became a tail. Then the tail began stretching backward and small lumps formed underneath. Quickly expanding, another set of brown hair covered legs formed. Once the hind legs touched the ground the entire lower portions of their bodies began to swell and grow. When the tingling finally stopped they were each about a foot and a half taller and from the lower waist down were equines. Richard had even thoughtfully shoed their hooves.

 "Take a few moments to acclimate to your new bodies and we'll be off.
 
 

"Why am I a clone of you?" Dean, now Deanna, was outraged. "You were supposed to make me like I was, a man."

 Josef blinked and rubbed his eyes trying to relieve the dull headache that had just appeared..

 "I said what happened? I was supposed to become a man again."

 "I, uh ... I ... don't know." Josef stopped rubbing. "but I need something for this headache." He got up and headed for the bathroom off the bedroom and the medicine cabinet therein.

 "Stop." Not quite to the bedroom door Josef turned.

 "What's the matter?"

 "Josef, you are a godling." Josef looked blankly at Dean. "Make the damn headache disappear." She waited, arms crossed and frowning. Josef nodded and closed her eyes so she could concentrate better. A few seconds later she opened her eyes, smiled and returned to the couch.

 "Headache gone?" Josef nodded.

 "Good. Then how about turning me back into myself? I don't feel comfortable like this."

 "I ... can't." Josef was trembling.

 "Stop trembling." Dean's hand went out to Josef's and gently held it. "Why can't you?"

 "Because ... I'm afraid." Tears were dripping down Josef's face. "If I turn you back into a man I'm going to turn into a bimbo again."

 "It's all right. Try. I promise I'll make you turn me back into a woman if necessary. Remember, I can always hypnotize you again if need be. Now please give it a try." Dean pleaded, a tear welling up in his eye. "I'm not use to being a woman."

 Josef looked deeply into Richard's eyes before permitting his answer to grudgingly seep out. "I guess." A deep sigh and then Josef closed his eyes frowning, head down, shoulders stooped dejectedly. He began concentrating.
 
 

President Arnold was presiding over the second joint meeting of the National Security Council and the National Science Council. The first time was when the United States was considering the possibility of dropping atomic weapons on Japan.

 "I'd like an explanation and a course of action gentleman, and I'd like one now." President Arnold was not happy.

 "We know that something has happened to dramatically change the surface of the moon. We know that it resembles the face of a white Caucasian male." Professor Sidney Shankar, Nobel Laureate in Physics, hesitantly raised his hand. His parents had wanted him to have an anglicized name but still wanted to honor the memory of their maternal grandfather, thus Siddartha had become Sidney Arthur.

 "We've contacted the various observatories and there was no indication of unusual astronomical activity of any type. Similarly, there is no evidence of a sudden commencement of volcanic activity. There is no known scientific explanation for what has happened."

 "Thank you Professor. I suppose ruling out options is better than nothing, but I had hope for more." He slumped back in his seat, taking a moment to scratch the ears of his ever present Wire Hair Terrier, Frisky, before continuing. "Does anyone have anything positive to offer?"

 C. Konrad Erlich, National Security Advisor, spoke up.

 "Expanding upon Dr. Shankar's comments, Sir," He wiped his brow and nervously straightened out his tie as he spoke. "That rules out both natural causes and the possibility that this was the action of a foreign power, earthly or otherwise. Using Occam's Razor we might want to consider the Vatican's position. The only thing that seems to be left is a supernatural cause."

 "What is the Vatican's position?"

 "Our sources say that the College of Cardinals will recommend to the Pope that this be considered a miracle."

 "Is that what our position should be?"

 "Sir," Paula Roberson, Chief of Staff spoke up, "Ah think it would be a good idea to assure that any position taken be reassurin'. Afta the latest round of natural disasters and the Canadian grain embargo we cain't afford to do anythin' that would upset people. You'all are too close to re-election."

 "Are you saying we can't afford a miracle?"

 "Ah'm afraid so Sir. Theah's already been riotin', confirmin' that somethin's happenin' that's beyond ouah control could risk even moah civil unrest."

 "Great." The President sighed. "Gentlemen, thank you for your input. I guess I need some time to make a decision."
 
 

"Oh Eric, thank god you're all right. I was so worried. There was rioting. I called the police." The words rushed out between sobs as Dolores Schrader ran to her husband, hugging him and crying in her joy.

 "It's all right my dear. It's all right. I'm fine. I was just delayed and couldn't get to a telephone. I'm sorry I worried you. Please calm down." Eric cooed as he held her and stroked her hair lovingly. The sobbing had almost disappeared. Eric gently held her face with both hands, looking up into her eyes. "Please stop. I'll get that cellular phone you've been begging me to get. Then this will never happen again."

 She nodded.

 "Thank you my dear." Eric lovingly patted Dolores on the fanny. "Please let me get out of these work clothes and get me a martini dear. Once I change I'll be happy to fill you in on the day's happenings." Reluctantly, Dolores released her husband and allowed him to slip off to the bedroom to change. Moving to the bar she poured two martinis from the pitcher she had been drinking from for the past two hours.

 In the bedroom, after a quick face and hand washing, Eric walked over to the dresser for a change of clothing. Eric's gaze was momentarily diverted to the framed photograph of the two of them from their wedding. Memories of that wonderful day, both of them in white, a church full of friends, and that glorious evening in San Francisco flitted across Eric's mind. "I'll have to do something special to atone for what I must have just put her through."

 A change of clothing in hand, Eric turned to the full length mirror. Quickly stripping off her red bikini Eric replaced it with a more relaxing, blue and white polka dot one. She checked her makeup, fluffed her hair and changed heels to match the new attire and returned to Dolores to elaborate on her day. A much more interesting day then it would have been if she had still been a garbage man like she'd started off the day.
 
 

"Oh forget it. We'll do this the easy way. Heinlein's Hinney." The damn fool was too scared to return Dean's manhood and Dean was tired of trying to persuade Josef with rationality. No matter how hard he concentrated he didn't really believe it and so it couldn't become reality.

 "Thank god for the careful planning that resulted in my including this post hypnotic suggestion. Now how to word this. I've got to make sure he wants to do it or even the hypnotic state won't be enough." Dean stood up to pace while he thought unconsciously straightening his hem and checking his makeup with a glance in the mirror.

 "A reason. I need a reason to give Josef so he'll want to do it and it's got to be a good reason, after all she's right. If I'm male she's going to fawn all over me and make it even easier for me to control her. She'll be the god, but I'll have the power. I know." The pacing stopped. "I'll make her love me. She'll want to please me without concern for her own needs. Yes! I like it!"

 Walking back to the couch, heels clicking on the polished wood floor, Dean carefully smoothed the back of her miniskirt as she sat facing Josef. "Josef, open your eyes and look at me." Josef's eyes opened.

 "Listen carefully Josef. You love me. You are madly in love with me. You would do anything to please me, anything at all. Do you understand me Josef?" Josef nodded.

 "Speak to me Josef. Do you understand me?"

 "Yes Dean. I love you with all of my heart. I would do anything to make you happy."

 "Good. Tell me how much you love me Josef. Would you do anything I ask of you?"

 "Yes Dean, anything."

 "Would you do something that might hurt you for me?"

 "Yes Dean. I would gladly do anything for you."

 "Would you put my needs ahead of yours?"

 "Yes Dean. Your needs first."

 "Good. Now I need you to understand that I am very unhappy. I don't like this body. I want to be happy with my body. You want me to be happy with my body, don't you?"

 "Yes Dean, I want you to be happy with your body."

 "I want my old life back Josef. I want to be who I was Josef. Make me who I was Josef. Make me a man again. Do you understand?"

 "Yes Josef."

 "Good. Do it now Josef." Dean waited while Josef concentrated. Her brow furrowed and her clenched hands trembled with the effort but nothing happened.

 "Oh forget it Josef, enough." Dean hit her thigh with her hand in her anger. "It's not working. I'll bet you can't do it while you're hypnotized. After all you can't be a megalomaniac and still be subservient to my will, can you." Dean brushed an errant strand of hair from her face and continued.

 "Josef, I'm going to wake you in a moment. When I do you will be madly in love with me. You will want to do anything you can to make me happy. Do you understand?"

 "Yes, Dean."

 "Good. 'Heinlein's Hinney.'" Josef blinked.

 "Did I doze off?"

 "You must have been daydreaming." Dean gently took Josef's hand in hers and Josef glowed with the pleasure of Dean's attention. "We need to talk."

 "Certainly, Dean?"

 "I want you to make me a man again." Josef's glow slowly faded into a frown as Dean spoke. "I'm not happy being a woman. You want me to be happy don't you?"

 "With all my heart Dean. I love you. I'd do anything for you." Tears flowed freely on both their faces.

 "Good, then please make me happy. Please change me. I want to be a man again." He waited.

 Josef closed his eyes and furrowed his brow thinking furiously for several long seconds while Dean waited impatiently. Finally Josef's eyes opened and he smiled. "How do you feel now?"

 Dean thought for a moment and smiled too hugging Josef. "Oh thank you Josie. Thank you so much. Those silly ideas are gone. I'm so happy. I love being me again. I love being a woman." Deanna stretched luxuriously and went back to hugging her dearest friend, Josette.