Bernie opened his eyes slowly. Where am I? "Mom? Dad?" he asked, looking up, searching for his glasses. Something ran a hand along his back. And he remembered. He was at.. was at.. I have to get back home! My parents are gonna be livid! "Look, Eliza, I-" he began, but a soft hand held a finger to his lips.

"Not yet, I've got to take you for another swing," came the sweet feminine voice of the most popular girl in school, Eliza.

"Eliza, I gotta get home, my dad-" he tried.

"Fine! Go! I don't care. Just go, you already ruined it. I had fun anyway," Eliza said, pushing herself away with disgust.

Why wasn't she wearing any... "Eliza..?" Bernie asked in horror.

"What?" she asked, yanking her skirt up.

"Please tell me we didn't," Bernie said, flopping back onto the bed. He could just make out her smile.

"Oh, we did, and you made me the happiest girl in the world," she said sweetly, putting her bra on.

"But I'm in Senior High, Eliza!" he said, "My dad is gonna kill me and you."

"Hey, you agreed," Eliza said, fixing her tangled and messy hair.

"But I don't even remember," he protested.

"Let's just say I assisted you," she said, putting her hair into a ponytail.

"You drugged me?" Bernie said, shooting up and banging his head on the headboard. "Ow!"

"Let's not answer that."

"Where's your mom and dad?"

"Duh, on vacation."

"Oh God, this is just frickin' messed up," Bernie said, putting his glasses on. He realized he too had nothing on. "Oh my God, this is messed up!"

"What? It's normal."

Bernie covered himself with the blankets. "Get out," he said. "I'm gonna dress when you get out."

Eliza threw her head back and laughed. "You silly boy, I already stole your secrets. Give up."

"Get out, Lizzie!" he shouted.

"Fine, fine," she said, poofing out of the room.

He yanked his clothes on, thinking of the worst outcome of this all. Probably Mom going into a rage and putting me in military school, he thought.

He emerged from the bedroom fully dressed. Eliza floated over to him. "Feel better? Feel like a man? Feel like a king?" she asked.

"No, I feel like I've committed the worst crime imaginable. Like giving Fairy World to the Antis," he said.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad," she said.

"Yes, it is, and I've got to get home. It was nice meeting you, Eliza, and have a nice day," Bernie said, poofing out of there as fast as he could.

He curled into a ball in his room. What horrors would happen from this incident? What would happen to him? Would his parents dis-

The door swung open. "Bernie! Where have you been? Your father and I have been worried sick!" came the voice of his mother.

"Mom, I-" he began, "Mom, I love you," he said, throwing his arms around her.

Rose looked at her son for a moment, surprised. When was the last time he'd hugged her? She hugged him back.

"Mom, promise me you'll never disown me," he said.

"What? Why would I do that, Bernie?"

"Just promise me."

"I will never disown you, Bernie. No matter what, I'm your mother who loves you."