She called five more times in the next hour, each message becoming less demanding until the final one, when she was crying and begging me to talk to h...er. I lay on my bed but did not get undressed. I lay there staring up at the ceiling and remembering my father as every emotion in my body slowly drained away, leaving me completely numb. I must have eventually fallen asleep because the next thing I knew it was daylight.First thing in the morning I called Melanie and told her the sad news, she. She smiled grimly, noshe wasn't now. She wasn't even a girl any more. Not really. What wasshe then? An avenging goddess?The thought amused her. Then what she would do amused her even more. Asecond change would be required for the first to succeed. In a way itwas even more amusing, but not as emotionally satisfying. But you can'thave everything!Yes, the first change was just. And also amusing. What was moreimportant? How would it end?But did that matter after all? She thought and smiled. "Jesus! You are hurt aren't you? Bad hurt. Okay, I'm not going to kid you, Mike. Finding out that you were having lunch with a prostitute; well, it was kinda funny. I did laugh when he told me. I didn't know you saw it, me laughing. But, at least that explains things. Mike, it was nothing. You're still the man you always were." "Yeah, the joke I've always was to you. I get it. Now, you've gotten what you came for, so please do us all a favor and leave," I said. "But, you're wrong. I did get. Just as you’re about to put on your training gear, we walk through. You drop your Lynx shower gel and the top pops open squirting a little onto the floor. Now you realise your mistake. “I think you might have the wrong room mate,” I say. The other six girls all giggle. We all look at your perfectly toned body. Misha, my blonde friend, the one with the shaved pussy actually counts your abs. You stare at us, your mouth going a little dry. You can’t speak. You want to say something, but all you.