Ch. 2: Sense of Reality

One of the prettiest girls in school wanted to go out with him. Chris couldn't believe it. It happened during 5th period. Well, while he was skipping 5th period.

School was boring. Chris often wondered if magic school would have been more interesting, but Mom had insisted that they have "normal lives." Whatever that was. It hadn't been very normal as far as he was concerned. Demons still came after them every chance they got.

Chris had been sitting outside trying to write out more spells (he could never get the rhyming right), when she came around the corner. She said she had concert tickets and heard he liked the band too and would he meet her there. Chris had talked to Clarissa a few times. She talked to everybody. She was nice and if anyone ever needed to know where to get something - alcohol, cigarettes, etc, - Clarissa knew who could get it for you. She knew everyone.

So Chris met her outside and they walked in together. She was dressed in a low-cut v-neck and a leather jacket. Less girly than her usual clothing, but still hot. In the middle of the concert, she motioned for him to follow her out. She made out with him in the hallway. But the way she pinned him to the wall seemed familiar...

"Having fun?" Clarissa asked.

"Of course," Chris said and tried to lean in for another kiss.

"Good."

And the kissing continued.

"I can look like this if you want me to," Clarissa said.

"What?" Chris leaned away a bit to look at her. Her face started changing shape and she began to get taller.

"I don't mind. Mom and the sisters were expecting me to be a girl anyway, you know." Wyatt now stood in front of him.

Chris jerked out of his brother's arms.

"You are such an asshole." Chris pushed his brother back. "Get the fuck away from me. You have fucking lost it." Chris orbed home, knowing Wyatt could just follow him. And he did, orbing in right behind him in his bedroom.

Chris just turned around and stared at Wyatt. He didn't know what to do. His brother was more powerful than him and he had nothing to defend himself with. He was good enough to trick him into believing he was Clarissa. Chris couldn't sense it at all. He hated how much weaker he was. How much weaker everyone was compared to Wyatt.

Wyatt was just staring back, waiting for Chris to say something or react in some way.

Chris tried orbing out but Wyatt must have put an anti-orb spell in place. He was stuck.

"I don't want to do anything with you, Wyatt. Just leave me alone." Chris sounded defeated, though.

"You say that," Wyatt began, "But you were getting excited before."

"That's because I thought you were a girl!"

"I can be." And Wyatt changed shape again. "I can have big breasts." Wyatt changed again. "Or long legs and a small waist." He changed again. "Or long hair - red, blond, whichever you prefer."

"Stop! I'm not interested!" Chris said and to his relief, Wyatt changed back into himself.

"Why not? I can be whatever you want." Wyatt said.

"I'll still know it's you."

"You didn't know I was Clarissa."

Chris held his breath. "Don't..ever..do that again. Don't lie to me. Don't make me believe something that isn't real. And don't fucking erase my memory!"

"I won't," Wyatt replied. "So long as I can have you without doing anything like that..."

Chris sighed, feeling utterly defeated. "So you won't mess with my sense of reality as long as I let you...?"

Wyatt nodded and stepped closer. "As long as you let me."

"I hate what you've become," Chris said as he let his brother slide a hand across his cheek and into his hair.

"I need you enough to become this," Wyatt answered back and pushed their lips firmly together.