Special agent Robert P.Logan paced his office for the 12th time. Looking at his watch for the 20th time he said grumpily to no one.. "Where the hell is she?" . Running a hand thru his thick short, jet black hair he sighed. "Late as usual". He really needed her help on this case. He was completely stumped on how to get close to the suspect on his new case. How the hell was he going to get close to an 18 year old high school kid
. He decided not to wait for her anymore..picking up his office phone he dials her cell phone.

Ileana Kale glanced fleetingly down at her watch, and then back up at the striking man over the counter. She leaned forward, tilting her head so that her auburn hair fell forward. "Hm, which flavor do you suggest?" she asked, tilting her head innocently. She was glad she had decided to wear the brown blouse, it made the green in her eyes look more forest-y, or so she thought. She glanced at her watch again. She was late. Logan would be ready for her blood, but really, it took time to establish relationships with cute ice cream shop workers.

"How about the chocolate?" he suggested, leaning into her. Definite interest. She smiled alluringly.

"How classic," she murmured, "I lo--"

Vrrrt. Vrrrrt.

Uhg, are you serious?? she thought, desperately. She snatched her phone from its holster at the waist of her jeans. Robert Logan flashed across the display, looking every bit as authoritative and grumpy as he was. She flashed the ice cream hunk a smile and a 'one moment' gesture and stepped out of line, turning toward the bright sunlight streaming into the display window.

"I'm on my way!" she huffed as she flipped the phone open, not waiting for a hello.

"Don't tell me Ileana... this time it was a good looking... hot dog vendor?" He laughs a good natured chuckle and sighs. "It's cool, I'm just stressed out about this ne case. Have you been briefed on what the geniuses in Ops expect me to do? Never mind...we can discuss that when you get here. Take your time...but I hope you don't stop for coffee on the way over here!"

He hangs up the phone feeling a bit guilty that he'd been a bit gruff. She was his most talented Occult consultant and he really needed her. He read thru the file again, hoping he'd missed something...but it was all in black and white. Robert P Logan would no longer exist for 6 months. He was going to have to BECOME a very convincing teenage girl...and he had no clue if he could pull it off!

He closed his eyes and massaged his temples hoping to stop the tension headache he felt coming.

Ileana pouted and shot a glance over her shoulder. "Hot dog vendors aren't my type," she said. I'll be there in five. Bye."

She turned, batting her eyelashes. "I'll trade you my number for one of those sample spoons of chocolate."

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Three minutes later, Ileana shoved her way into Robert's office, a cup of his favorite coffee in one hand and a cup of chocolate ice cream in the other. "I brought you coffee," she chirped cheerily, "Mostly since you thought I couldn't." She set the cup on his desk before him and seated herself in the plush chair in front of his desk and pulled up her legs to sit cross legged. "So, what's this scandal from Ops that you needed me so urgently for?" she asked. It was not like him to be so anxious. He was used to her being late, knew how easily distracted she could be.

"And for the record, he was an ice cream vendor and he was not just looking. He is possibly the love of my life," she informed him primly.

Logan laughs and rolls his eyes. "ANOTHER..love of your life? Hey...thanks for the coffee" He takes it and down half with one swallow. "Wish I had some whiskey for it. But...anyways..take a look at this file." He slides a thick manila folder across the desk to her. " This is my target...I need to get VERY close to this guy...gain his trust. Learn the inner workings of his fathers operation." He points to the picture attached...it is of a tall, well bulit young guy...18 at most. "His name is Max Salieri..he is 18, a high school senior and captain of the football team. His Father is Mario salieri..and he heads up the entire North east section of the mafia organization. This ain't easy for me to ask you.." His voice trails off and he glances down at the floor. "Ileana.. I need you to transform me into a gorgeous 17 year old girl."

Ileana's mouth dropped open and she had a very VERY strong urge to burst into hysterical laughter. But it was clear that Logan was having a hard enough time even saying it out loud. A strangled snorting sound issued from her throat and she choked on the spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. After a long bout of coughing that slipped into giggle a time or two, she managed to face him, with an overly straight face.

"Urm, Logan, don't take this personally, but, uh, I'm not exactly a miricle worker, you know? I'm human just like the rest of us. And how does you becoming a teenage girl help out with this?" She held up the file.

Logan was suprised at how well she had handled it. He was expecting a burst of hysterical laughter. "well... I need to..ahem...become the kids...girlfriend. Gain his trust and hope he tells me some info I need to know. I suppose I be a human wire tap so to speak. The kid is known to have a small IQ and a big mouth. I'm confident I can coax the information from him."

He hands her a napkin from his desk drawer. " You drooled icecream on your chin when you were trying not to laugh outloud...it's cool. I really appreciate the way you handled that. I was expecting you to really bust my balls" ((Feel free to tease him if your char has that type of sense of humor...he can handle it!))

Ileana took the napkin without a word, holding her breath. Oh, it was comin again, stronger this time. "Please don't thank me yet," she choked. She inhaled to get her control back and then, suddenly, the dams broke. She slammed her cup down before she could spill it over herself, almost fell onto the floor she was laughing so hard. "I'm s-sorry!" she managed to laugh, "I'm so sorry, but really? Oh, Logan, if you wanted to get to know this fine young man, there must be easier ways to do it! You shouldn't change yourself just for some guy, Logan, first lesson of being a girl. If he doesn't love you for who you really are, he's just not worth it!"

She pressed her hand over her mouth and was reduced to giggles. There were too many images flashing through her mind, most of them including unshaved legs and mini skirts. "Okay, okay," she gasped, finally. "I'm mostly done. But seriously, you kidding me right? I mean, how tall are you? How much do you weigh? Have you ever even touched a tube of mascara?"

Logan crosses his arms over his chest waiting for her laughter to subside. It took longer this time a LOT longer.

" Yeah, ha ha...I can tell you THAT reaction was what I was expecting. I'm 6'2" and just over 210 pounds. You'll really need to use ALL your magic abilities to transform me...I know that.And NO I've never touched a tube of..mascara."

He paces the room, thinking...his color a deep shade of crimson.

"You CAN do it, right? I mean... you change...ahem...change me to be a...ahem passable girl. Hell...I need to be near supermodel gorgeous." He blushes deeper...if that was even possible!

Ileana watched him pace, her eyes sparkling. "Logan, I can give you boobs and take care of your... abundance and all, but that's not going to turn you into a girl. Hell, I have a spell that could turn you into the spitting image of Tyra Banks-- you know, in case the love of my life doesn't automatically go for it-- but if you walk and talk like that" she waved a hand to where he was pacing, "There's no guy on earth who's gonna fall for you. You're gonna need a lot more than a cloaking spell, boss."

She followed Logan's lead and began to pace. "Six foot, two won't do at all. Boys are insecure by nature, so you'll have to be shorter than him. And you have too much muscle, not to mention a lack of curves. There's going to be a lot of mass getting thrown around. It'll be easier if you weren't going to be touched very much..." A cheshire grin split her face and she halted. "But then, that's the whole point, huh?"

Logan stops dead in his tracks. "You're saying I'll need "chick 101" right?" He made air quotes with his fingers. "What exactly are we talking about here?" He continues his pacing, still thinking deeply.

"yeah, I agree.. 6'2" is too tall for a girl. Especially since this guy is 5'9". How small we talking here? Are you thinking maybe you'll do this spell a portion at a time? Like shrink me first...then deal with my weight? Sorry, I have a million questions. How long do you think this "chick 101" will take?

His jaw dropped at the "touched very much" comment. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Oh, you have no clue. This one is going to last me for a long, long time. Not to mention the pictures!" She actually bounced a little on her toes in excitement. She took a deep breath and tried to contain it. Work first, giggle fest later. She sighed and reached into her bag, pulling out a large legal pad and a pen.

"As for time... well this will actually be a bit more complicated than a simple cloak spell. You'll have to have all the right anatomy, or you'll terrify the other girls during gym. It actually should be done a portion of a time, or else when your center of gravity moves you won't be able to walk for about a week and you'll forget how long your arms are and poke people in the eye. I speak from experience." She took a moment to shudder at the memory. "I'll have to pull you down maybe an inch per hour until you're..." She trailed off, regarding the picture of the target speculatively. "At least 5'6", or if you're feeling adventurous, I can take you all the way to 5'2"! I'm pretty sure teenage boys have some kind of thing for tiny girls. And the weight will shift proportionately as you go. Then we could throw that around a bit more once you're the right height." She scribbled a few words and figures on her pad. "After that, once you make the first change, you should be able to pull it on and take it off whenever you want and be fine. That'll take about ten hours."

She grinned again. "Chick 101, on the other hand, will take much longer. You have a lot to learn if you're going to make a passable girl, especially a gorgeous one. We can cut the time down if you pretend to be from some foreign country. We wouldn't have to bother with pop culture. And then, I could give a really exotic look! I've been toying with an Italian and a Russian look for a while now. I'll give that one a week and that's factoring in the fact that you're pretty quck, Logan. And, of course, you'll need a spa day and I'll have to go with you."

"How's that sound?"

Logan pauses for a moment to that it all sink in, she was rambling excitedly and he took mental notes to address all her points.

"Pictures!? What are you talking about..pictures? " He turns bright red... "I dunno if that is such a good idea...I mean..." He blushes even deeper.

"Oh man...gym class...I didn't even think of that. Jesus...high school sucked and now I have to do it again!? " He shudders at the thought. "Tell me a bit about this "center of gravity" thing? You think I should try and be smaller? I haven't been 5'2" since 7th grade! Yeah...also it might be best to be small. An inch an hour is good...then I won't feel so freaked out. When do you want to start?"

Logan paces the room in thought. "yeah...I think Russian would be good. Can you make part of that spell a Russian accent for me? I think it'll take awhile for me to get used to all this, do you think 30 days is enough time for a chick 101 crash course?"

"Pictures are non-negotiable. You'll need them for your Myspace and Facebook pages!" she told him, a wicked glint in her eye.

She tapped her pen against her lips at his question, trying to think of a good way to answer it. "Think of it this way," she began. "You've been over six feet tall for a long time, right? That means that your brain is used to operating around a specific center of gravity, somewhere around your hips. If your body gets shorter, your center of gravity will move to a different place, but your brain still thinks it's about where your chest will be. If it's a gradual change, your brain can adjust to it as it happens."

She started scribbling again. "I don't know what you're so worried about. High school isn't so hard, at least if you're a girl. Make one or two of the right friends, have a bitch-off or two, which will be a fun lesson, and you're in!" she said as she wrote. "Do you know anyone with a cat? I need it's hair. We can start bringing out your feminine side as soon as I get it. There are more words than things involved in this one and I've got all the other supplies I need."

She eyed him speculatively. "In thirty days... I think I can have every guy at that highschool pining at you," she declared confidently. "Boys like accents. Luckily for you, one of my ex-boyfriends is russian. He can provide the accent."

Logan ponders her explanation..it made sense to him...he thought being a foot shorter was going to feel incredibly odd.

"Just so happens I do! " He opens the closet door and pulls a few stray hairs off of a wool coat. "My ex girlfriend has a cat. Little bugger shed non stop! Hated that little..." His voice trails off and he hands her the hairs. "my feminine side? What exactly does that mean?"

"I'll need a facebook and Myspace account?" He shrugs.. "why?"

"Maybe we should start... before I change my mind!" He says outloud shuddering at the thought of guys "pining over him". "Oh..one more thing...is your es going to teach me the accent or are you just going to use it as a model and give it to me?"

"You need the web pages because no one's going to believe you exist if you don't have them and you don't have to meet him. He was a prick, way too controling. I just have to know what it sounds like."

She stared down at her tablet, now cluttered with random words and symbols. It made sense to her, though. She took the cat hairs and slipped them into a glass vail that she kept in her bag at all times, just in case she came across something rare and useful on the street. "I'll tell you what. I have to go home to grab some hickory wood chips and my rubelle necklace--" she took in his confused expression and smiled. "It's a gemstone, very feminine. Anyway, if you want to do the transformation here, then I'll meet you back here in about an hour, and you should bring a t-shirt and some shorts to change into. Those clothes will be too big for you by the end of the day. Okay? Okay!"

She was out the door before he could say anything else, her mind buzzing with pre-spell excitement. She wasn't often allowed to perform these large spellworks, it would make her too obvious to the public. And really. She was not only allowed, but was being ordered to turn her boss into a girl!

Life was good.

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An hour later, Ileana was ready, her few materials laid out before her. She'd filed a tiny pile of dust from her necklace and burned the hickory chips into ashes. She mixed the two with her fingers very carefully, weighing them. The cat hair and a strand of her own hair lay in vials to one side along with a short, but sharp sewing needle.

"Okay. I'm ready. All you need to do is prick your finger with that needle there and close your eyes. When you open then, you'll look like a very tall, very beautiful girl, so whatever you do, don't panic. Understand?"

((Can you narrate what I feel as I change? Maybe have it take a few minutes to completely change? I love details, too!))
While she was gone Logan ran home to grab a few items. He stuffed a gym bag with a pair of sweats , some shorts and a T shirt. He wasn't sure what size he was going to be...he was worried they wouldn't fit. He rushed back to his office to find her waiting.

"Sorry I'm late...traffic was a bitch. I guess we should do this, huh?
Logan nods seriously and takes the needle. He winces slightly as he sticks a pinhole in his index finger.Holding it out to her. "Ouch...I hate blood..."

Ileana smiled and took out a ripped scrap of paper, clean except for a short stanza of writing with only a few recognizable english words. She took his bleeding finger and smeared the blood over the needle with a satisfied nod. "Okay. The first part will connect us just enough for me to sense your body and control the change. You'll feel kind of tingly."

She carefully removed the strand of hair form the vial and wrapped it around the needle, concentrating fiercely. "Ileana Kale dro'hen swilish kik-nok Robert Logan Xiinl..." She trailed into silence, concentrating on the sensation rolling across her body. It felt like her entire body had fallen asleep, but she knew that the tiny pricks were the points through which she was connected to Logan. Though she was not speaking anymore, she continued the spell in silence with concepts that had no words, molding the connection to one of a more suitable intensity. She watched Logan scratch uneasily at his arm and scowled. "Stop messing with your skin!" she told him, annoyed.

"Now, I'm doing a lot of messing around with your mass, so I'm going to create a little... purse we'll say, in non-space to keep all of the extra together. This is the part where you can't panic," she warned. She moved so that if her legs gave out she would fall into the chair. Getting into non-space was hard and pinching off a private section took brute force. She began whispering in a low voice in a language that sounded mostly vowels. A faint tugging was beginning at the back of her neck, a phantom of what Logan would be feeling that she felt through their connection. She willed him to keep his head and keep still as she clenched her hands into fists, forcing the non-space into itself and closed it off. Logan's eyes were going wide, but he held properly still, for which she was grateful. An extra phantom heartbeat was echoing quickly next to hers and she flashing him a reassuring smile. Her legs were starting to go jello-like, but she held strong, though she worried at how intensely he would feel the echo off of her. Everlast and commence she thought and flung the space free, sitting abruptly into the seat behind her. She was tired, but she could also feel the little folded space hanging there over Logan's left shoulder. She had bound it to him and it would follow him around or wait where he wished it to. She put a hand into the space and felt nothing much out of the ordinary, maybe her hand felt a few degrees cooler. She grinned and rubbed her hands together.

"And now, the grand finale!" She sprang up from her chair and came closer to him, snatching the piece of paper, the cat hair, and the mixture of ash and powdered rubelle as she went. She twisted the end of the hair so that it made the tiniest of brushes, very delicate. "This, is the fun part," she told him. She dipped the "brush" into the mixture and brushed a little circle onto his forehead, throat, and over his heart, the three main chakras, though there were five total. "Nina hyala fictii moon to shrink you down to the right height," she murmured. The rest of the mixture in the palm of her hand began to glow. She could feel the phantom heaviness in her bones. "Amara chiiro 'on, to make you a natural blonde, Starlight nyesterio, so that you can have alluringly mysterious smokey grey eyes and," her eyes twinkled wickedly. "Onyomi cara!" she cried, "For a C cup! Close your eyes!" she chirped before Logan could tell her off and he obeyed. She raised the remaining powder, now glowing a bright lavendar color and blew out a puff of breath, scattering it all directly into his face. It burned warmly on impact, she could feel it, and her entire body itched fiercely under the transformations. The ground crystals flared brightly and some things took place immediately. His bone structure shifted, his features softened. His hair lightened dramatically in color until it was a honey blone and past his shoulders.

The transformation itself took little more than a few minutes, but when it was done, Robert P. Logan was gone and in his place was a statue-esque blonde beauty, over six-feet, with smokey, intense grey eyes. And a great rack, if she said so herself. She seated herself on the edge of Logan's desk, swinging her feet happily.

"I changed my mind. I am a miracle worker."

Logan just nodded and watch her smear the blood. His eyes widened as she started the spell. The words were gibberish to him, but they sounded ominous!He didn't feel any diff... Holy crap...it DID tingle...like his whole body had fallen asleep! He didn't know what was holding him up...then he sensed her energy...it felt like someone was...watching him? He realized SHE was holding him up! His eyes widened and he watched her....
He saw her fashion the tiny brush and watched in awe. He could tell by the glint in her eye and wicked grin that she was enjoying this and was playing with him. When she made the "C cup" comment he was about to speak but thought it best to follow her commands. He knew she was the best at what she did but didn't want to distract her...who knew what could happen if she lost her focus! That thought scared him and he forced it out of his mind to focus!
He nearly slammed his eyes shut just in time to feel dust hit him square in the face. it felt like hot sand at the beach. As this happened his body started trembling fiercely..like the time he fell thru the ice as a kid...only instead of being cold..it was HOT HOT HOT! Trying to focus...saying over again in his mind ..DO NOT PANIC! Logan could feel a vague sense of change. A subtle tickle on the back of his neck, a mild jolt to his nether regions and a strange tugging sensation at his chest. And then the tingling stopped.
He heard her voice and opened his eyes. What he saw first was something blocking his vision..he realized it was hair...long blonde hair! He swept it to the side and looked at her.

"Oh my God I'm... ahem...ahem...My voice..I sound so...ahem...strange!"

Ileana giggled. "At least the accent came out right. I was a bit worried that you'd still sound like a man, but, like I said, I'm really good. I think I'm having a Pygmalion experience, I may just have to fall in love with that face!" she said, pinching his cheeks before he could stop her. She laughed again.

"Okay, I'll be serious now. Is there any pain? Anything feel weird? And also, do you know how to put on a bra, because that just occured to me..." She shook this thought away and dug through her bag. "You look stunning, boss, but you don't have to take my word for it." She held out her compact. "See for yourself."