Invader Within

By Honey Moon

Alissa marveled that her dream had been so accurate. The mousy little twenty-six year old woman pondered the necklace before her. It was there, just as her mind had pictured it. She had dreamed of it every night for over a month, and now the dream was before her in glorious reality!

No wonder she had awoken this morning feeling as if her life was about to change. She no longer even minded the last minute schedule snafu that had trapped her into chaperoning the class trip to the state natural history museum. Fate must have had this day in mind for her. Thank goodness the mother that had volunteered to fill in for her had tripped over a stray cat and broken her ankle!

The old curator called it a relic of primitive superstitious belief. The plaque on the display case claimed it was over three thousand years old. It went on to declare that missionaries had discovered it deep in the Amazon late in the nineteenth century. Detractors claimed it was a phony that no pre-technical culture could ever produce.

Alissa didn't care what anyone claimed. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Somehow, it had spoken to her. Alissa knew in her heart that it was thousands of years old. It had waited through the long ages just for her to be born. She had to possess it!

She had to force herself to act normally. It was almost the hardest thing she had ever done to simply walk away with her unruly young charges. She did it though, only trembling a little from being separated from what she felt in her heart was her destiny.

Returning to the museum after the field trip she had chaperoned ended, Alissa had hidden herself in the ladies room until well after closing. Screwing up her courage, the respected student teacher left her hiding place and made her way slowly through the deserted building. Moving with soundless caution, it seemed like an eon before she once more faced the glorious ancient necklace.

She took off her shoe. The sensible heel collided with the glass of the display case. It shouldn't have, but the tempered security glass shattered just like a window in an old western movie. The noise hardly bothered the enthralled woman. Carefully, she lifted the wondrous treasure free. She nearly wept with joy just holding something so lovely.

Leaving the museum had been child's play. Somehow, just having the golden treasure safely hidden inside the hip pocket of her jeans gave her a clarity of mind she had never known. Circumventing the elaborate alarm system was simplicity itself for a woman who just last week couldn't figure out how to rewire a broken lamp she had found in her basement.

Alissa locked herself into the flea bag of a motel room she checked into hours earlier. She had taken the precaution of using a false name. She even paid in cash to avoid any paper trail, and parked down the block in case she was seen leaving the museum.

Hands trembling, she began to disrobe. She didn't know why, but it just seemed right. Alissa somehow knew she had to be naked before she placed the glorious golden chain around her neck.

The plain woman looked at herself in the cracked and dirty mirror. While not a beauty in the traditional sense, she saw a young woman that took care of herself. She was on the thin side, but had flawless, if not pale skin. What she didn't have was much of a bust. Most times Alissa didn't bother with a bra. What would be the point? She turned a little to see her profile. Her lack of curves became more apparent when she could see the flatness of her bottom. She looked feminine enough while naked, but could easily pass for an attractive teenage boy when dressed in the right clothes.

The mousy woman with the mousy brown hair sighed. She knew she was unworthy of such an adornment, but lifted the necklace over her head anyway. Lowering it around short cropped hair, she let the bejeweled medallion rest between her modest little girl breasts. At once, her body stiffened. It was as if a powerful electric current was flowing through her. The jewels began to glow. The intensity nearly blinded her, but she could not look away.

She let out a cry. It sounded triumphant. The joyful outcry did not match the sudden fear she felt deep in her soul. She tried to take the necklace back off, but could not move. Alissa just stood there, body trembling. Her fear grew as her as her body began to change.

At four foot nine and three quarters in bare feet, Alissa slowly started to grow. It was not without some pain. After a few aching moments, she had reached a height of six foot ten inches. That wasn't all. While she grew, the woman that rarely

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