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Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 11:10:02 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Change of Power, Epilogue

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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CHANGE OF POWER

EPILOGUE...

Julie paced frantically in her house.  Bronwyn sat on the couch 
reading a magazine.  Julie said, "He's not coming.  He's decided to 
abandon me after all."

Bronwyn sighed.  "Julie, stop worrying.  He sent us both a telepathic 
message saying he was going to be late.  He promised to be here.  Now 
relax."

Julie sat on the edge of the couch, but she was as tense as a 
tightened harp string.  And when the knock on the door came, she 
almost covered the distance in one leap.  She threw open the door to 
see Joe standing there.  She lurched forward and threw her arms 
around him.  She expected nothing in response, but was pleasantly 
surprised when he returned the embrace.  After a few seconds, he 
whispered, "I missed you, mom."

She finally looked up, with tears in her eyes and asked, "I'm sorry 
for what I did.  Do you forgive me?"

"I'm willing to give you a chance.  But let me introduce your 
grandkids right now."  Joe turned back to the door and said, "Kids."

A dark-skinned twelve year old girl dressed in jeans and a t-shirt 
strode in like she owned the place.  She looked around, and said, 
"Cool place, dad."

Joe smiled.  "Mom, Bronwyn, meet Tasha.  Tasha, this is Bronwyn and 
your grandmother."

Tasha said, "Hey, how's it going?" and walked over and hugged each in 
turn.  "Mind if I look around?"

Julie nodded.  After Tasha bounded off into the kitchen Julie said, 
"She's certainly... bold."

Joe laughed.  "She takes after her mother that way.  Her mother was a 
warrior from a tribe deep in the Amazon jungle.  Social niceties 
weren't high on her list."

There was a light knock on the door.  A girl who looked exactly like 
Tasha, except she was wearing a dress, was standing there, looking 
around the edge of the door.  "Dad, can we come in now?"

"Come on in."

The girl stepped in, holding the hand of another little girl.  "This 
is Inya," Inya let go of the other little girl's hand long enough to 
curtsy, "and the little one is Norma."  Norma tried to imitate her 
sister's actions.  It was a little stilted and less practiced, but 
looked fairly well done for her age.  "Girls, this is Bronwyn and 
your grandmother."

The girls waited patiently until Julie went to one knee, and said, 
"Come on over and give your grandma a hug."

The girls ran over and threw their arms around Julie.  After the hug, 
Julie and Bronwyn heard a pretty, young feminine voice say, "You're a 
pretty lady," right into their minds.

Joe then said, "Norma is a natural telepath.  But she also hasn't 
used her biological voice since her mother died."

Inya said, "We all try to get her to speak, but so far she can't."

Julie said, "That's okay.  If you just want to mindspeak to me, you 
go right ahead."  Norma smiled and hugged her grandma.

Then Inya asked, "Dad, can I... should I share my secret?"

Joe nodded.  "I think they need to know."

"What secret?"

Joe said, "Where Tasha takes after her mother in personality, Inya 
takes after her in body."

Bronwyn said, "But they're identical twins.  Aren't they?"

"Almost."  Joe nodded to his daughter.  Inya stepped back a little, 
then rubbed the jewel on the bracelet on her arm.  Her clothes 
unraveled then flowed into the bracelet, leaving her standing there 
in just her bracelet.  Her body then shifted and flowed until there 
was a small black panther standing there with a bracelet around its 
front paw.

Then in a mental voice, Inya said, "The bracelet also lets me speak 
to you mentally.  I'm one of my mom's pride.  A Bastet. A werecat."

Then Tasha came back to the room carrying a big hunk of chocolate 
cake.  "This is pretty good, grandma.  You bake it or is it store 
bought?"

Both Inya and Norma looked to Julie and asked, "Can we have some?"

Julie sighed.  But with a big smile on her face, she said, "I was 
planning on saving that till after dinner, but since your sister's 
already gotten into it, go ahead."

Both of the girls said, "Yeah!" and ran to the kitchen; Inya bounding 
right over the couch in her panther form.

Julie smiled and felt about ready to burst with joy.  She turned and 
said, "Thank you, Joe."

"There's one thing more, mother."

"What?"  Julie wondered if maybe Joe was going to give her some kind 
of warning, but his tone didn't seem to imply that.

Joe turned to the door and said, "Okay."  A boy in his teens then 
stepped into the doorway.  "Mom, this is your grandson Steven."

Julie was about to break down in tears of joy.  "But I thought you 
said he was off limits."

"The reason I was late was because Steven has decided to give being a 
member of the Sisterhood a try.  We were taking some time to discuss 
it to make sure he knew what he was getting into."

Julie walked over to Steven and took his hands.  "Are you sure?"

Steven said, "Yeah, grandma.  I've spent a long time thinking about it."

Julie embraced Steven, the tears flowing freely.  When they broke, 
Julie asked, "Can you do me a favor?"

Steven said, "Sure.  What is it?"

"Do you mind if we wait a few months before Transformation?  The 
mistake I made with your father was not getting to know him before 
his Transformation.  I'd like to get to know my grandson before you 
become my granddaughter."

"Okay, grandma.  I can do that."

Then, from the kitchen, they heard, "If you guys want any cake, you 
better get in here!"

As Steven escorted Julie into the kitchen, Bronwyn walked over and 
wrapped her arm around Joe's waist.  "Were you trying to talk him out 
of it?"

Joe put his arm around her shoulder.  "No.  Joanie is a part of me, 
just as Bronson is a part of you.  Being Joanie helped balance me and 
make me a better person.  But I wasn't Joanie.  So when do my kids 
meet your kids?  Don't you have a daughter a little younger than me?"

"Sure, throw that up in my face."

"Don't worry, old woman, I'll take it easy on you."

Bronwyn swatted his butt as they walked to the kitchen.  While they 
were getting to know each other in the kitchen, Joe heard the 
Goddess's voice ask, "So did I do well by you?"

Joe smiled and thought back, "Don't rub it in."
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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