TG Race Week 2 Day 5b

TG Race Week 2 Day 5b
“Walk like an Egyptian”

Doc looks at his watch, “Ok, we should go if we’re going to make it before Midnight.”

She looks up at him while splashing her feet, “Ok. Thanks.” Tracey puts on her shoes and hops in their vehicle. He cranks the machine up and starts heading back north. She pauses in front of the back door and turns back to him.

She sees a dark shadow race across their path.  The van swerves. A floating device bangs against the driver’s side window, “Oh no! Not again!”

Before Tracey can wonder what this means a second hovering device hits the passenger’s window. It falls in. The flying bot at that window enters and explodes on Doc. A second explosion rocks Tracey.

Her additional weight pulls her forward. She compensates and regains her balance, almost. Her ankle hits a ridge on the floor and slips out from underneath her. She collapses on the floor. She hears a slight rip. It’s then that she notices her enhanced mammary glands. That realization is followed by her outfit of a purple robe with white stars and crescent moons on it. She reaches up and touches a wide brimmed hat. She pulls it off and finds that it’s a standard cliché conical purple witch’s hat.

Once she comes to grip with herself, she looks up. There before her in a glow from behind is a well endowed angel. Beyond her obvious enhancements, the other things of note are her white wings that are larger than herself  and her clothes which are opaque as they barely cover her private parts and transparent over the rest. Tracey marvels for a second at how a cloth could be both visible and invisible.

“Doc?”

“Yeah,” he answers in a sweet feminine voice.

Her question answered her mind wanders. “What did you mean ‘not again’?”

“When we first landed in the race, those same bomb bots came in and blasted me.”

“Right. When I was in the change back chamber and you came in as a maid.”

“Correct.”

She stands up. “I wonder who did this to us.”

Doc stretches his wings for a moment, “Someone with more technical knowhow than us.”

A sudden thought comes to her, “We’re stopped. We won’t make it to the end in time!”

“We might if we use the rockets.”

Tracey smiles. “No. I’ve got a better idea. I’ll cast a spell to make us go faster.” She scrunches up her brow while thinking. He sits behind the steering wheel. She waves her hands, “Fast!” CRACK! CRACK!

The front of the bus falls into the sand. She falls forward. “Ouch.” Doc climbs out her side. Tracey somehow makes it out of the other door and onto her face. “Huh. I never had this much trouble before.”

They look under the van as best they can, but the wheels tell the story. The tops are touching the body metal. “The axle is broken,” Doc announces.

“I got it. I can fix this. Let’s get in the bus.” They do. “All I need to do is take the weight off the wheels.” She makes a different hand gesture, “Levitate!”

Doc miraculously stays on his feet while Tracey slips again and crashes to the floor. Tracey tries to get up but the force holding her to the floor is like the rocket speed wind holding her back against the wall. And just as suddenly as it starts, it stops. Tracey is thrown into the air and then back to the floor. “Ow.”

They look out the windows and see the landscape far, far below. She smiles sheepishly, “Well, we’re floating.”

Doc is not amused. “Ok, I’ll get it to work this time.” She makes a different gesture, “Levitate!” Her chest tickles and then heaves forward. Her robe creaks ready to rip between her enlarged parts. Pulling herself off the floor, she swings her arms around, “Levitate!” Her hips tingle and then grow. Picking herself up and creating a few tears, she starts to gesture again.

“I don’t think that would be wise.”

“I’ll get it.” She starts her gestures again, “Levitate!” CRACK! CRACK! This time the sound comes from the rear of their transportation. “Uh oh. Now, I’ve got to do it right. We won’t make it if I don’t get this spell to work.” Doc sits in the driver’s seat and spreads her wings over the seat. She then reaches for a rocket button. Desperate, Tracey calls out, “Levitate!”

Tracey finds that her body isn’t like how she was a moment before. She seems to be leaning to the right. “I’m at the windshield.” Then she feels things attached to her back. She turns to look behind her. She sees her witch body standing there confused. “Doc?”

“Indeed.”

“We need to switch back.”

“How? Say ‘switch’?”

“Yeah,” she stops, “No. My spells were going wrong. Pick a different spell and call it out.”

“Very well. Levitate!”

“Nnnnooooo!” She reaches for her witch body, but she falls forward into an angel body. “What?” She looks at Doc as the angel again. “It worked, sorta.”

“Elementary. You cast levitate without gestures, so I did as well.”

She starts to follow the logic, “Ok.” Stubbornness and determination cross her face, “I will do this. She raises her hands as she says, “Levi …”

“No.”

She lowers her hands, “…tate.” She feels a moment of weightlessness as she floats into the air. She sees the ground rushing at them quickly. And then it stops just as quickly and she crashes to the floor. “It’s a good thing I don’t bruise easily.”

Doc looks out the door, “It worked.”

“Great. Let’s go.” The wings descend.

“Hold onto something. Here we go!” The wing rockets flame to life. Tracey is thrust to the wall and her right arm is pinned behind her.

Mile after mile whizzes past them. “Look a pyramid! Isn’t that where the finish line is,” Tracey calls out from her position. They quickly pass it.

Off in the distance a small point appears dead ahead. “It’s the pyramids! We’re going to crash!”

Doc gets out of her seat and heads to the back room somehow unaffected by the wind. She emerges with a vial of Rocket Rejector. She steps out onto the right wing and opens her wings. Tracey closes her eyes. Too close. Too close.

RATTLE! RATTLE! RATTLE! CLANK!  Tracey opens her eyes to see the right side wheels rolling off of the flying magic bus. The weight of the left wheels tilt the van to the left. The looming pyramid slides to the right. CRASH! The vial finally hits the window. RATTLE! RATTLE! RATTLE! CLANK! The left wheels charge the pyramid on that side.

A sand dune springs in front of her. Momentarily she is weightless and she removes her arm from her back. Then she is grabbed by the wall as the vehicle flips end over end. Finally it comes to rest on its belly and throws her on the floor. “Ooooofffff!”

For fear of being tossed around, Tracey crawls out of one wing, “Did we make it?”

“No. The finish line isn’t here.”

“It was at a famous Egyptian landmark. I was sure it was the pyramids. Doc flies herself up to the top of the tallest stone shape. He turns around once and stops.

He flies back down, “It’s at the Sphinx. Right over there.” They look at their wheelless transportation. “I assume we should walk the rest of the way.”

Despite her aches and pains, she stops her angelic copilot, “No. Our ride has been with us the whole time. Either we all go or none of us do.” She raises her hands, “Levi …” She lowers them, “…tate.” She points and the multicolored monstrosity rises into the air. She gets behind it and pushes. It budges forward. Doc joins her and it goes a little faster.

The sun begins to set. They have made it around the pyramid and are looking at the finish line, but it is still far away. Doc leaves her. Upset, she continues to push. Suddenly the van pulls away from her and she falls into the sand.

“Get in,” the angel calls to her. She heads around the van and sees the propeller that she forgot they had spinning.

She hops into the bus excited, “Hamlet! Good Job!” She turns to Doc with tears of relief and joy, “Thanks Doc!” She reengages the switch and they fly forward again. She looks around to see if anyone is looking. She makes a little gesture at the pet, “Fast!” The wheel and hamster blurs. She is thrust against the back wall again. The van returns to normal speed and she collapses into a pile.

She pulls herself up to crowds of cheering. There they are at the finish line at the Sphinx.  “We did it!  We finished as a team!” She jumps out of the floating van screaming with joy and joins the celebration.