~*~When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye~*~
~*~You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry~*~

Jen and Ellie sat on the rugby pitch watching the men practice. "What's wrong?" Ellie asked as Jen stiffened.

"Did you ever get the feeling you were being watched?" Jen said as she looked around.

Ellie looked around. "Maybe it's just the General."

"No," Jen answered, "he's too busy. All the Ho's are clamoring for appointments now that the appointment book is back. I'm still not sure I believe Emmy's innocence, though." Jen shrugged and thought back to the mediation event earlier. "Besides..."

Jen shuddered.

"...it's a creepy type of being watched."

~*~You float like a feather in a beautiful world~*~
~*~I wish I were special, you're so fucking special~*~

~*~But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo~*~
~*~What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.~*~

Call hid in the bushes and watched the two Ho's watching the big muscular men. All the grrls around here wanted the General, or one of the other strange men wandering the campus. How come no one wanted him?

Crouching there, watching the two girls, Cal suddenly felt a chill run through him. He heard a voice and looked around but found no one there. It whispered into his ear, the ear that should have had a braid running behind it if not for the dustbuster. He heard clearly, "If you wear it, they will come."

Now Cal didn't know what this meant, so he sat there puzzled again. The voice whispered again, a little annoyed, "Find the one they call JenJen, she will help you."

~*~I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control~*~
~*~I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul~*~

~*~I want you to notice when I'm not around~*~
~*~You're so fucking special, I wish I was special~*~

Cal had been very sneaky watching the Ho's earlier. He'd managed to stay hidden till they had left, then secretly followed Jen to her dorm room. She was just about to enter her room as he watched from around the corner. She stopped just as she opened the door.

"Okay, Cal, come out. I know you're there," JenJen said in a huff.

Cal came around the corner sulking. It seemed he couldn't do anything right. The Ho watched him waddle over and she instantly felt a twinge of pity.

"Jen, could I just talk to you for a minute?"

"Well, I think Laure would be better..."

"She won't see me."

"Well, Darry then..."

"She'll hit me."

"Then...bloody hell, come in." The Ho finally gave in. Glancing around to see if anyone would notice, Jen led the Padawannabe into her dorm room.

~*~But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo~*~
~*~What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.~*~

"Okay, let me get this straight. You're tired of everyone picking on you and you're starting to feel you aren't attractive," JenJen recapped to the boy as she tried to hide a smirk. She had to admit though, that she kind of felt sorry for him. "Okay, first it's the clothes. Hold on." Jen headed to her closet and the sounds of clothes being ripped from hangers and boxes being filtered through emanated from the small space.

Cal sat anxiously on the bed. He heard the voice whisper again to him, "If you wear it, they will come." He shivered.

"Okay, this should do it." JenJen emerged with a pile of clothes in one arm and a pair of black boots in the other. "The General, uh, left these, er, here once. Oh, never mind. Put them on, you're about the same size."

Cal began unbuttoning his shirt when Jen shrieked, "Not here. Go in the bathroom." Cal obliged and hurried off with the clothes in hand.

What seemed like an eternity later Jen heard a murmur from the bathroom.

"Jen, I don't know, this seems strange."

"Just hush, and come out here. You need to trust me, I'm trying to help."

Slowly the door opened and one black booted foot emerged, then the other. Jen followed the boot up to a black slacked leg, then to a black shirted torso. When she reached the face and the padawannabe grinning back at her, she grimaced.

"The hair. We need to do something with the hair." JenJen walked over to the nervous boy and pulled him back into the bathroom. She pulled out heaps of gel, hairspray and other products that were scary to a simple boy like Cal. Then she went to work on his light brown mop. A little gel here, and some hairspray there. A little strand falling in the eyes here, and a whisp over there. She pulled out some hair paint and reassured Cal, "A few red highlights will uh, bring out your eyes." He just shrugged his shoulders and went along with the Ho.

The phone rang next, and Jen bustled to grab it in sticky hands. "Hello."

"Hey, it's Kendra. I was thinking of dragging Ellie to the Goth club tonight, are you game?"

JenJen grinned at the idea. "Um, sure, I've got something to do first, but I'll meet y'all there later, k?" With that she hung up and gave Cal a wink.

Kendra set her phone down and looked at it confused. She hoped she was wrong, but it sounded as if that Ho was up to something. She shrugged it off and went in search of Mo. A little hockey lovin' would put her in the mood for the club.

*~*~

The transformation was complete. The Padawannabe was now a General look alike. As JenJen stood back and surveyed her work she thought to herself that with enough margaritas and the General being virtually impossible to see, that Cal was almost doable. Shoving the dirty admission farther back into her mind she devised a plan.

Cal would go to the club tonight and see if he could pick up a woman. She would follow him there, secretly, watching her creation to see if she had succeeded.

She had finished changing into her drop dead, deep purple, very low cut dress, and was now ready to follow her little 'project' into his first mission. She'd given him a head start toward the library, so she now hurried down the hall to catch up.

Closer to the library, someone else had spotted the unknowing Generalwannabe swaggering down the hall. A certain Ho had done an amazing job teaching the art of the swagger and the stance to a certain Padawannabe. And it had completely fooled a certain Diva.

Emmy slinked down the hall behind the man in black, stopping every so often to straighten her tiara. She had not been able to get to the General since the Ho's had accused her of appropriating the appointment book. Even now that she had been proven innocent, the other Ho's had all scheduled the most recent appointments. She had of course done no such thing, as they had all witnessed, and had in fact been forming a plan to get back at a certain grey skinned Force bearer.

Right now she was plotting to get the General before anyone else had the chance. He was headed to the stairway that led to the Goth club. Why would he want to go there? The librarian must have tricked him, or even more likely, sent her little grey man to do the dirty work for her. Emmy licked her lips at the taste of revenge. She would show them all. She'd sneak in right behind the General and plant a big one on those luscious lips, right in front of everyone.

She was glad she hadn't worn her BEST gown, afraid it would get dirty in the filth of the underground club. And she scrunched up her face as the loud, offensive music assaulted her ears. She would have to nab the General quickly, before she was tainted by the wickedness of it all.

The General was almost to the door. Emmy hung back on the stairs, and evil smile making a journey across her face. It was all she could do not to cackle.

*~*

Cal swaggered into the loud club. He was doing very well he thought. He'd managed maintain the walk Jen had taught him. He hadn't been able to master the Look, but Jen had said it would have been near impossible so not to worry. Now came his ultimate test. Would the Ho's find him attractive? He wasn't sure he could take another heartbreak. He took a deep breath and plunged into the strobe lit darkness.

~*~But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo~*~
~*~What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.~*~

Emmy maneuvered her way into the club unseen. The General was about to step up to the bar when she emerged from the shadows and grabbed him. Spinning him around, she closed her eyes and pulled him into a deep kiss. As she pulled back she suddenly felt something was amiss. She opened her eyes slowly and then fought off panic. Standing there, grinning back at her was none other than Cal.

"Oh, my!" Emmy shrieked. "Oh, my, oh, my!!" She spat a couple of times, then reached for a glass on the bar. She took a large swig of brandy then spat some more as the bitter taste hit her throat. All the other guests stared in shock at the spectacle.

"Emmy, my dear, I knew this would work. Oh, Emmy, we shall be together forever." Cal reached for the Diva and she ran from the room at a sprint, leaving the Generalwannabe standing alone, confused.

JenJen descended the stairs as the Alpha Ho ran up them, brushing past her at a fast pace. She started to think something was odd, but shook it off as just another day at HSU.

She headed into the Goth club and found Cal sitting alone in the corner with a drink in each hand, looking distraught.

"Cal, what are you doing, you should be mingling." JenJen reassured her 'project'.

"It was a disaster. Emmy kissed me, then ran screaming. It's no use, no Ho will ever want me." Cal hung his head and Jen swore she saw a tear run down his cheek. She felt awful for the poor boy.

"Emmy kissed you?" Jen asked in wonderment. Then shook it off and went on. "Well, now, chin up. Let's just have a few drinks, okay? I'm sure everything will be fine." Jen smiled and got herself a mega margarita from LP. She sipped it, noting it didn't taste near as well as Judy's, but she just shrugged and gulped it down. It had been a long day.

*~*~

The next morning, as the sun started peaking through the blinds, Jen rolled over to the warm body next to her and sighed. She snuggled up to him and ignored the little tendrils edging at her to wake up.

"JenJen!!" Kymira exclaimed as she walked into her friend's room. "What are you doing? What is going on?" She screamed again. "I mean, I just came in her to get you for our morning jog, and I find this... It can't be!!" Ky yelled again in disgust and ran from the room.

Groggily, Jen sat up. She scrunched her eyes as the hangover headache began to pound. What had Ky been screaming about? As she sat there pondering her roomie's outburst, a masculine arm reached over to circle her waist, and a low moan emanated from under her pillow.

Jen reached over slowly, convincing herself to stay calm. She must have met up with the General last night after the club she told herself.

She pulled the pillow back and gasped.

"Good morning, sunshine." Cal said as he pulled her closer to him. Jen just smiled meekly, then fainted.

~*~Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want~*~
~*~You're so fucking special, I wish I was special~*~