"Oh Eva, I really wish you wouldn't."

"Come on, don't be a spoil sport. It's fun!"

"Maybe for you. But I don't have any fun."

"If you tried it sometime you'd think it was fun."

"You remember though, the rule of three...."

"*sigh* Oh come on, they don't complain when they get back. They're happy with what they get."

"If Tabitha ever found out...."

"We've been over this. Now you remember what to do?"

"Yeah.... just get it over with." Eva smiled innocently and sat in the seat placed beside the telephone. She took up the phone in one hand and waried a glance to Gwen. Without looking her fingers turned the number wheel around. Gwen looked down at the phone like it might burn right through the table. How could she just dial a random number and do that? She began to chew on the knuckle of her little finger as she watched.

"It's ringing...." Oh please, please let it be disconnected. Please. She took the finger from her mouth and wiped it on her jeans. Eva was staring off into space again, getting her body attuned. The poor person didn't know what they were in store for.

For a time it seemed like maybe no one was home. Gwen let her shoulders begin to soften. Thank god, they were out at a movie or something. Suddenly Eva's eyes illuminated.

"Are you alone?" Her voice became deep and sultry. She gave Gwen a 'I-know-something-you-don't-know-and-wouldn't-want-to-know-had-you-the-choice' look. She wanted to shrink in on herself just think of the possibility her friend had in mind. Eva closed her eyes and recited the spell. Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god. She stuck her knuckle back in her mouth and chewed it furiously. There was another brief second of hope- that maybe the other line had hung up already. But that never happened.

Eva suddenly tensed and cried out. Oh no! She wanted to grab her and hold her and make everything alright, but that was the worst things she could do. Something was wrong, what was wrong?

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK-" Eva froze for a second, then went to grab her throat. That made her even more agitated. There were some major bad vibes coming from her.

"Easy there, just calm down." She tried to look as calm as possible. She looked at her, then at the phone. Which Eva was upon opposite side of.

"Wuzzah-" Her eyes shot down to their chest and grew as wide as silver dollars. She screamed and Gwen covered her ears. Oh no, Tabitha was so going to hear about this. Her eyes darted all over the new body, probably catalouging each and everything which was wrong. She screamed again and hurled the phone away, flying across the room with the base dragged behind it. The end table fell over. The next thing Gwen knew was that she was out of the seat.

"Woah! It's ok! It's ok! Please, settle down!" Gwendolyn begged before she could go rampaging through lair. She took another look at herself again and screamed. "Please, please be quiet-" She reached out to touch her arm and she leapt away like a cat on fire. Grabbing a wooden bo for defense she was starting to hyperventilate. The sensations were overpowering, more than usual. Oh no, this is so bad! Gwen tried to steady her breathing, tapping into the other mind to see what would settle them down. "Please, please, I- uh- I love basketball!" What?! "Um- I mean- I- I can explain everything. Please, It's alright, I'll tell you what's going on, you're safe, I won't hurt you, no one here's going to hurt you, you'll get to go home, it's all alright, I promise, I promise-" She rambled on for a time while gauging her reaction. Slowly she began to relax, her breath becoming someone less ragged and... animalistic. "Please, uh-" Get her out of here, some place quiet. Keep the bo to feel better.... wait a second... "...Oh my god... you're a boy, aren't you."

"YEAH!" Her words became stuck in her throat. It felt like she had been punched in the stomach. By yggsridal... Eva, what did you do!! He was starting to become ancy again with a distraction.

"It's ok- It's ok-don't worry!" She waved her hands out. It seemed to make both of them feel a little safer. "Uh- uh- come over here, here-" She motioned toward the bathroom for some reason. He followed a few yards behind, with his bo. Oh, now I know why we're going in here, it's so I can throw up! Just keep calm, don't scare him anymore than you have already… Gwen stepped aside in the bathroom and held the door for him. He proceeded to the far end of the narrow room and began looking for a window. She closed the door with both hands and swallowed as hard as possible.

"Where is this- who are you-" He yelled. Oh shit, think, stay calm, what would Tabitha do, just keep him calm, just stay cool! He kept yelling, shouting out order like questions. She could feel her control of the situation slipping away.

"Please stop yelling, I'll tell you everything if you'll just be quiet for a little." She managed to edge in over him. It was amazing none of the other girls had come running yet. Fortunately this appeared to placate him and he became quiet. Oh thank the godess. "Um, you wanna sit?" Gwen sat in the center of the bathroom, leaning her shoulder against the porcelien side of the tub. Not releasing his hold on the bo in the least, he sunk down to the ground against the far wall. "Ok, um, my name's Gwendolyn…. Can you tell me yours?" She inadvertantly held her breath. That was probably asking to much too soon.

"…..Raphael." Oh yay! He spoke! …God I am such a loser!

"Alright then." She smiled. "I have this friend called Evangeliene. She's the one you talked to?" Her voice became continuously softer. She had noticed it caused him to ease the strained muscles in his shoulders. "She cast a little spell on you through the phone line, which is why you're here.

You see, you're in her body right now. And…. And she's probably in yours." His eyes jolted as if he had been prodded with electricity. "But-but don't worry! Because she's going to call back soon and reverse the spell. Then you'll be back in your own body again. Like nothing happened." She laughed nervously.

"Someones…. In my body…."

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Please, just hear me out. Because when you return we can do you a favor. We can do anything you like. Like, you can have a million dollars. Or lose 50 pounds. Or score tickets to the Nicks. Or get a boy-um girl, to like you. Anything."

"….Anything?"

"It our way or repaying you for having to go through this. Cause we know how really weird it is. Plus it must be way wierder for you… see, up till now we've only gotten girls on the other line, and well…." Raphael settled back against the wall, the bo leaning against his shoulder.

"Oh…. It's going to get better."

"Oh Eva, I really wish you wouldn't."

"Come on, don't be a spoil sport. It's fun!"

"Maybe for you. But I don't have any fun."

"If you tried it sometime you'd think it was fun."

"You remember though, the rule of three...."

"*sigh* Oh come on, they don't complain when they get back. They're happy with what they get."

"If Tabitha ever found out...."

"We've been over this. Now you remember what to do?"

"Yeah.... just get it over with." Eva smiled innocently and sat in the seat placed beside the telephone. She took up the phone in one hand and waried a glance to Gwen. Without looking her fingers turned the number wheel around. Gwen looked down at the phone like it might burn right through the table. The girl needed to learn how to have some fun.

"It's ringing...." Eva murmered, gazing off. Her toes wiggled with anticipation and she tried to hold them still. Still ringing..... man, this person needs a secretary. Gwen was starting to relax when someone picked up.

"Yeah." A boy, oh, this is gunna be funny.

"Are you alone?" She tried to make her voice sound a little sexy, giving Gwen a twinkling look. It was responded by an expression of complete terror.

"What the, yeah?" She could feel him threatening to hang up, so with swiftness spat out her spell.

"Darksome and shining moon

Harken to this rune

Switch these souls through this cord

Until we wish return

In the name of the lady and lord

So mote it be!" The familiar feeling of being sucked down a drain pulled at Evas eye lids. She pushed the exstatic giddy feeling of 'being bad' aside and let her spirit slip through the phone. Passing the boy she could almost feel sorry for him. A growing fear of the unknown was rapidly overtaking him. He hadn't even gone all the way through yet. But Gwen would take care of him. Besides. There was nothing she could do about it now.

Plopping into the new body like a drop of water into a bucket she inadvertently hiccuped. Hee hee. It took only a second to realign herself. She had done this almost a half a dozen times before in the past two years. Setting her Chakras back up was a part of the job. But something was off…. What the- YOW!

Clapping a pair of hands to her mouth she stifled a scream. I'm a turtle!!! Oh my god, my hands! She took her hands from her mouth and examined them hastily. She was missing two fingers. Or they had merged into the others. These hands were large and course, but still scaly. The backs of them were smooth. Thick veins were pushed up against the surface, traveling down the wrists. Up through the muscles of huge arms like a roller coaster track.

Her elbow kept bumping against something hard, she craned her neck around to see. It was the rim of a giant shell. Platelettes stuck out and around, smoothed down by years of friction against swaying arms. Her chest *while she had expected it to be flat* was very flat. Sheiled by a dark yellow plating. She ran her meaty fingers over the dozens of nicks and scars, wondering where they all came from. Too bad she hadn't kept his memory too. That might help. Oh my goddess. This is the wierdest thing…. Ever.

A tabby trotted in to greet her and she obligingly held out her arms to it. With a playful leap he landed in her arms. You're new here.

"Tell me about it." Her voice was heavy, like this turtle had been finishing puberty. Oh goodness. That reminds me….

You look just like the mean one.

"Mean?"

Where'd he go?

"Um… for a trip." For one hell of a trip.

Good.

"So you're my cat?"

I own the orange one.

"The orange one you say?" Would that be a giant tiger or something?

You're warm. The cat ceased its pacing in her arms and laid down, beginning to purr. She could feel the vibrations reverberating through all the muscles. How long are you staying?

"Not too long."

That's too bad. Eva smiled and stroked the cats back.

"Uh… Raph?" She jerked her head up. Another turtle

That's the orange one.

The orange one?

He wears a little blanket on his face. It's orange.

What a wierdo.

Heh heh heh.

What's so funny.

….*puurrrrrr*

"Can…. can I have Klunk?" She wondered if he was what she was looking like right now. His head was all rounded, with a…snout…. that kind of bulged out. His lips were thin, and he drew them in with worry… for the cat?

He thinks you're the mean one.

Does he.

"Are… are you going to hurt Klunk?" It was fascinating to see his head draw down imperceptibly to the shell.

Klunk. That's your name?

That's what they call me.

So he thinks I'll hurt you… "Uh... yeah... get outa here... you.... stinkin'..... lousy..... cat!"

I like it here. I'll stay.

He's getting suspicious.

So tell him to leave. Eva leaned down to whisper to Klunk.

"Cut me some slack, alright? I'll pet you later." He looked up at her.

Fine. There best be a bag of cookies in the deal too though. Before she could answer Klunk stood up, baring his claws into her arms. He began to hiss and fit and ran off. "….Stupid cat." Yeah, I'm mean. I'm a bad ass. The orange one didn't seem to care. He straightened his neck and forgot all about it.

"Yeah…. so….. who called?" He walked past him to the phone, picking it up from the end of the cord. His walk had some quality of a swinging waddle. She hoped she didn't walk like that too. He grabbed the phone and she remembered she had forgotten to hang up. Going to grab the phone back he twisted away with lightening reflexes. That startled her more than not getting the phone. A devilishly playful smile spread across his snout as he listened in. She grabbed for it again, but came up with air. There was no way she would be faster than him. So she stood back and did her best to have her displeasure register on her face. He took the phone away from his face Did he even have an ear? And looked into in. "What is this?"

"I dunno." He gave her an questioning look and she grabbed the phone. This time he let her have it and she hung it up. "Wrong number."

"Was it." She turned and left the phone, going to adventure in the new house. He followed after her, literally breathing down her neck, down her shell. If she was the 'mean one' maybe she should turn around and punch him in the face. There was a computer station she caught her eye on before she began to turn around, going to see if she could actually punch this turtle. He must be a brother, or cousin, or annoying neighbors kid or something.

"Practice guys!" A new voice called from somewhere.

"Practice?" What were they practicing? A dance routine? Before she could even think of socking the boy- he had taken off around her, telling her something about how she had to turn off the television. She wandered back to where the television could be heard, thanking the godess that she wasn't walking like a duck. He had been watching a basketball game and she was happy to turn it off.

Practice, now what are they practicing?

They practice their dance. Klunk sat statuesquely upon the couch, making himself look bigger then she thought he was.

So they do dance. That's great. I don't know the routine. Maybe I can just watch. He gently lapped at his paw.

There's no routine this time. They're always making up something new. He looked up, his mouth ajar. And the big one will make you dance whether you want to or not.

The big one? She felt afraid now. How big?

Big.

Crap. Eva began wiping her hands on her thighs as she found her way to the dance floor. It was the only place noise was coming from now in the house that looked like someones basement. Maybe it was a basement. Where else would a pair of giant turtles live. Who's basement though? And-

"You're with me." A turtle threw a bo at her as soon as she stepped foot through the door. At first she thought it was the orange one, but there hadn't been enough time for him to have dressed in the protective elbow and knee pads, or wrapped up his feet. This one was yet another turtle.

Eva caught the bo and stopped. She immediately looked for the big one. How big do you have to be until you can't dance? If I was still a girl I bet I could've put the charm on until he let me go. What the hell is this thing for? She looked down at the staff.

"Hello, let's move." A tapping at the side of her hairless head made her look up. The same boy raised his bo off and stepped back into the center of the floor. He waited for her, setting the staff end beside his foot.

"Um, yeah." She mumbled, coming out beside him. Where's the big one? She looked around again. There was yet another turtle in the corner, their parents must have been awful busy. And a giant rat talking to the first turtle. None of them struck her as particularly big.

Swishh!

Bam!

Ow?

Eva hit the floor like a ton of bricks. She had no idea what had happened. But the boy with the bo was stepping back. Had he tripped her? He was the mean one. Everyone started laughing. The boy was trying to stifle his laughter. Yeah… funny. She struggled to get back to her feet. The shell was making her rock back and forth. She managed to pull her self over, onto her stomach, and stand back up. Rather ungraceful, but no one seemed to notice. Is this part of a dance? What kind of stupid-

Swishh!

Bam!

Ow?

She found herself staring up at the ceiling again. Once was kind of funny, but twice… She rolled herself back up.

Swissh!

Bam!

Ow?

What is his problem?

Swissh!

Bam!

Swissh!

Bam!

Swissh!

Bam!

Swissh!

Bam!

Swissh!

Bam!

The force of the fall managed to travel through the thick shell and caused a dull pain in her back. Lying again on the floor she fought back tears. What an asshole. She swallowed them down and looked up at the four pairs of eyes looking down on her. This is not going to plan. Was all she could think. The rat rested his hand on his brow and asked him how he was feeling. Her mind reeled for an answer. Something plausible. This was definitely not a dance class. They were all thinking she was sick, or hurt, or something like that. The rat was particularly worried. She slipped away from his hand before he could look into her mind, and rocked herself up to sit.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I just, uh... just a little distracted." She mumbled. The 'orange' one pulled her to her feet and patted her sore shell.

"Sit until you are better." The rat touched his elbow and seemed to attach a leash which to guide him from. Eva looked at the boy with the bo before following. He gave her a look that screamed 'I don't believe you' and she wanted to crawl under a chair. He turned his shell on her and she followed the rat to the benches. The three others began 'practice' by themselves.