It was when we were finishing up and leaving, that Vicky's mother called out for her to stay behind for a while longer. Having no real choice in the matter, I reluctantly told her to stay and be a good girl, and that I'd see her back upstairs when they were finished.
Getting back in the privacy of our upstairs half of the house, Maria took about a half a second from entering the door to angrily strip off my old shirt, and toss it across the entryway hall. "You… you… you did this!" Turning back to me, her tiny hands were thumping angrily against my chest before I'd even fully shut the door. "That sweet big oaf is dead because of you," she screamed accusatorially!
"Now… Wait! Hold… Hold on!" Grabbing Maria's wrists, I had to hold them tightly to make her quit beating on me. "We don't know that," I told her defensively. "Nobody ever mentioned the guy's name. Just that he was a park ranger."
"Don't be stupid," Maria snorted at me, coldly. The look she was giving me reminded me of the one she gave poor Davy back in the caverns. The look that made even giant assed him tremble and shy away from her. "Sor… Sorry," I apologized, swallowing past the lump in my throat. "You know I never meant for anything like this to happen."
"Well it did," Maria glared at me angrily.
"So what?!" Glaring back at her, I could feel my hackles staring to rise in irritation on the back of my neck. "Me wishing Brock harm was only natural after being tossed over the railing and into that pool," I reminded her firmly. "I had no damn warning or reason to suspect that my inner anger would actually shape the world at that point. I'm *innocent*," I stressed hatefully. "Unlike *you*." I was so worked up from the look she was giving me, I almost spat the *you* back at her.
"*You're* the one who fucked Vicky up irreparably." I accused forcefully, matching her unblinking look eye to eye with my own.
"I? I fucked Vicky up?" Maria's voice rose high in incredulity. "You're…"
"*YOU'RE* the one who wiped her brain and turned her into an endlessly sex obsessed manikin," I told her, interrupting.
"Me? How?" Snorting, Maria shook her head in complete denial.
"Wasn't *YOU* the one who told her not to worry about how she became mine? Didn't *YOU* tell her to forget about the past? Wasn't one of the very first things *YOU* did, is to tell her that she was going to be my sex toy forevermore?" Going on the offensive, I drilled my attacks into her, just so Maria wouldn't be able to keep attacking me for my own failures. The best defense is sometimes an overwhelming offense!!
Seeing the shocked look on her face, and feeling the fight slowly lessen in her arms, I eased up my grip on her wrists and softly repeated the blame so it'd sink deeply in. "You erased her resistance, stripped away everything she may have even grown up using for support, and then you rewrote her mind to become a happy little plaything…. And the worst part," I added, finally letting go of her wrists completely, "is you fixed it so it's impossible to change her back. It takes all three of us to agree to anything that'll alter her mind now, and do you think she's going to want to give up that happy little euphoria *YOU* commanded her to have now?"
"Vicky's no longer concerned with grades, or sports. Reputation or college. She no longer has any desire for children, a wife, or finding a lover. She doesn't even care about what's for dessert after supper anymore. You completely overwrote everything that truly made Vicky, Vicky," I sighed sadly. "Now she's just Vicky the eternally horny living sex doll!
"And that's after I warned you about the wishes and we knew they were real," I reminded Maria softly. I'd started out angry at her accusations, but now I was regretting ever saying anything. The look of horror and self-loathing in Maria's eyes made me almost want to cry.
Reaching out, I pulled her tiny little naked body up tight into my fat embrace. Standing there, neither of us made a sound as the dark silence of our house embraced us like a hug. We were both too busy contemplating what type of monsters we had already become, to say anything else.
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Completely oblivious to the fight we'd just had concerning her, Vicky skipped into the house half an hour later. "Awwww! Don't you two look cute!" Yanking her top off and tossing it next to where Maria had thrown the one which she'd been wearing, Vicky happily leapt forward to wrap us both in her embrace.
"Wha… What did your mother want to talk about?" Not wanting to mention our argument, Maria instantly turned the conversation back to Vicky.
"She just wanted to tell me she was proud of me for standing up for myself as I did, and for starting a strong public discussion on equality," Vicky giggled lightly. "She's disappointed that I didn't consult her first, but she's proud that I'm choosing to stick to my guns with what I believe."
"Stick to your guns? What guns?" Finally letting go of Maria, I squirmed myself free from both the girls so we could all finally clear out of the entranceway.
"Oh," Vicky giggled happily, "mother was talking about my fashion sense. She was praising me for sticking to my clothing choice after I'd declared myself to be going 'bloomer free for equality'. She thought the single-button skirt and half-top made a good combination to emphasize my promise, but she thought I should do a little better if I was going out in public."
"Better than *that*?" Now it was Maria's turn to sound puzzled as she turned to look at Vicky with an eyebrow raised quizzically. "What's better in her opinion? A longer skirt with a slit all the way up the hip? Maybe like one of those cocktail dresses with the low-cut backs to highlight it's a braless number?"
"Mother would probably like something like that," Vicky agreed cheerfully. "Something silken or satiny, with lots of sequins to draw the eyes to it. But that's not what she was suggesting to me this time," Vicky corrected Maria. "Mother was saying that as the *Mother of the Bloomer Burn Movement*, I should fully embrace fashion that highlighted my stance."
"And what the hell would that be?" I'm no fashion guru; I don't have a clue what she's talking about.
"Umm… Something with not one hip out, but both sides," Vicky smirked, wiggling her waist slightly. "Since they're forming protests and legal battles around me, and what I publicly promoted, Mother wants me to embrace the image for a Bloomer Burn Poster-girl. I should be certain to highlight I'd burnt my bloomers for my beliefs."
"Your mother's unbelievable," I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief.
"So basically," Maria smirked sarcastically, apparently not at all bothered by the idea, "we just need to tie a shoe-string around your hips and then hang a washcloth in the front and rear to make her happy?"
"Mother would probably love something like that," Vicky agreed shamelessly.
"And with just a towel draped around your neck and hanging to cover your boobs," Maria snickered, obviously enjoying the idea of Vicky wearing something so outrageously embarrassing.
"Probably!" Laughing like she found the concept hilarious as well, Vicky made a beeline towards the bathroom. "Give me a second and I can quickly toss together something like that! We'll go get her opinion on it while she's still here!"
"Oh, gods no…" Shaking my head with disbelief, I went back into the living room to concentrate on widening the portal even more. I *really* didn't want to get involved with the girl's high jinks in the slightest!