Kaleidoscope Revolution, Part 3

THE KALEIDOSCOPE REVOLUTION
by uciboy

NOTE TO READER:  This is a continuation of "Kaleidoscope Eyes" published June
30, 2002 and "Kaleidoscope Eyes:  The Gathering Storm" published November 9,
2002.  This segment also contains characters from "The Hong Girls" published
July 8, 2002.  My thanks to Loring Holden for some ideas about plot
development.


PART III


Baltimore, Maryland
10:00 am EST

"Michelle," Grace Hong called out, "it's starting."

"Okay, Mom," Michelle replied from the kitchen.  "Turn on the VCR for me.
I'll be right there."  

Grace, of course, was referring to the Good Morning America interview with
Sister Kim that Michelle had been talking about for the last few days.  The
New Society web page had announced it would take place and that all devoted
followers of Sister Kim should watch.  Considering her own doubts about this
modern day prophet, Grace was herself eager to see the interview with her
daughter.

Michelle walked into the family room with an expression of dejection on her
face.  She looked like a girl in dire need of a cigarette.  "Mom, I don't
have any Capris left and I really want a cigarette.  Are the stores gonna get
any deliveries today?"

"I don't know, honey," Grace replied, "I'm all out, too.  We'll drop by
Charlie's later and find out."

As Diane Hunt began her introduction of Sister Kim, both Grace and Michelle
turned their attention to the television.

"My mission is simple, really," Sister Kim said as she pulled out a Virginia
Slim and lit it.  "It's to spread the word about the power of smoking and the
immense pleasure that it can bring."

Michelle had a wide grin on her face.  She loved and admired this young woman
who was a role model for her.  "Isn't this so cool?" Michelle beamed to her
mother.  "God, I wish I could be like her."

"A bit bold to be smoking on television like that these days," Grace offered
with some admiration about the guts this girl had to take on the government
and the media in this way.

As Michelle listened to Kim's words about the spirituality of smoking and
bonding together with others, she said to her Mom, "She's exactly right.  If
we all smoked, what would we have to fight about?  Nothing!  Oh, Sister Kim
makes so much sense."

Grace smiled at the naiveté of her 15 year old daughter.  It had been almost
a year now since she accepted Michelle's smoking, and while she had no
regrets about that decision, she was concerned that her daughter had become
too enamored with this Sister Kim.

Just then the doorbell rang.  As Grace was still in her bathrobe and Michelle
was fully dressed, it only took a glance between the two to decide who would
answer the door.


"Don't worry," Grace said, "we're recording this."

Michelle walked out of the room and opened the front door.  In less than a
minute she was back holding a carton of Capri 120s and a carton of Virginia
Slims 100s.

"Who was at door, honey," Grace asked.

"It was a delivery boy from Charlie's," Michelle replied as she handed her
Mom one of the cartons.  "That man is so nice," she added as she opened her
carton of Capris and began to unwrap one of the packs.  "And these came just
in the nick of time, too."  Michelle pulled out a Capri and lit it as she
stood behind her mom on the couch.  She hadn't had a cigarette since the
previous afternoon and welcomed with open arms the jolt of smoke into her
lungs which seemed more powerful than usual.

Grace put her VS carton on the coffee table, engrossed now in the interview
as Sister Kim confronted Diane Hunt about being a former smoker.

"Ms. Lee," Diane said, "my former smoking is hardly at issue here.  Would you
please tell us..."

Kim cut her off.  "I think it's directly at issue, Ms. Hunt.  You see, we're
fighting a revolution here."  

When Michelle watched Sister Kim take off her sunglasses, revealing her
kaleidoscope eyes, she said to her mother almost in a whisper, "Wow, look at
her eyes."

"It's something I like to call the Kaleidoscope Revolution," Sister Kim said
to Diane.  "Wouldn't you like to be a part of it?"

Michelle took another deep puff on her Capri, her lungs tingling with
excitement.  "Yes," she whispered softly, "I would."

Grace put her hand up to her mouth as she watched Sister Kim blow a cloud of
smoke into Diane Hunt's face and transform her into a mutated smoker.  "Oh my
God," she said to herself.  "I knew there was something wrong about that
girl.  Michelle, are you watching this?"  Grace turned around to look at her
daughter and found herself staring into Michelle's kaleidoscope eyes.
"Honey," she cried, "what's happened to you?"

Michelle could now feel the Transformation within her and instinctively knew
what was required of her.  "I belong to Sister Kim now, Mom."  She brought
the Capri up to her mouth and took a hard draw as her mother looked on in
fright.

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Sacramento, California

Hilton Hotel and Convention Center
7:15 am PST

In the small convention hall, hundreds of teenagers were gathered for a
breakfast reception before the conference was to officially open.  The room
was so crowded that the teens were practically shoulder to shoulder while
sipping orange juice and munching on pastries as they exchanged their many
triumphs of late over the nation's smokers. 

Kim walked into the front of the room with her sister Annie, Angela, Sandra,
and Diane Hunt behind her, each one holding large bags of mutated cigarettes
ready to be distributed to the unsuspecting teens.  Giving a disapproving
shake of her head as she looked up at the No-Butts Anti-Smoking Society
banner hanging on the wall, she stood unnoticed upon the three-foot podium
set up for the convention's speakers and surveyed the crowd with a wry smile.
"An army of smokers," she whispered softly to herself.  She turned to her 4
lieutenants standing behind her and slowly nodded her head.

Immediately, Annie, Angela, Sandra, and Diane each lit a cigarette and
started blowing smoke into the faces of those individuals along the perimeter
of the crowd.  As these were all non-smokers, the mutation took hold with an
aggressive punch to the lungs as the teens would breathe in the second hand
smoke.  But after a brief yet uncontrollable cough, the Transformation would
quickly follow.  One new smoker would beget the next until finally there was
nothing for Kim's 4 soldiers to do except hand out fresh cigarettes and
lighters from the bags they held.  

Because the room was so crowded, it was impossible for anyone to see what was
happening more than a few feet away from them; and so, one by one, eyes began
to shimmer within the hall as the mutation spread from one person to the
next.  As the mutated cigarettes were distributed and lit to the newly
converted, Kim watched as a dense fog rose from the crowd of teenagers, the
smoke rippling through the room like a slow moving wave until finally
emanating from those standing in the very back.  When Kim had walked into the
room, this crowd of "antis" had been patting themselves on the back for their
efforts to prevent people from smoking.  Now they were all boisterously
proclaiming how wonderful smoking was and that everyone NEEDED to start.

Kim could barely attract the attention of the crowd in the room as the teens
shared communion over the power of the smoke, laughing and eager to spread
the message to the outside world that smoking was beautiful.  "My brothers
and sisters," she shouted into the microphone, finally bringing about a
silence in the room.  "You already know who I am.  Indeed, I'm certain that
no one has been more demonized by your society than has Sister Kim."


Guilty smiles started to break out on the faces of those listening.  How
could they have ever thought ill of her, they now asked themselves?

Kim continued:  "But each of you here today has been reborn.  Each of you now
understands the power of the smoke as it has taken hold of you, embraced you,
and given you a new life.

"My friends, I ask you here today to join me in a revolution.  It is not a
fight for greed or for revenge.  We seek no land or retribution against those
who have persecuted smokers.  Indeed, all of you here today are forgiven for
your past sins.  What we fight for is a society of peace and harmony.  One
where there is no enmity, no racism, no violence.  One that is free from
persecution and jealousy.  What we fight for is a new society; a society in
which all of us share perfect communion within the rapture of the smoke.  Who
will join me in this revolution?"

"I will," someone shouted.  "So will I," said another.

"Will you all join me?"  Kim hollered into the microphone.

"Yes!" the crowd responded in a roar.

Kim turned around and with a forceful pull, she yanked down the No-Butts
Anti-Smoking Society banner behind her and the crowd cheered.  Extending her
arms like Christ on the cross, she bellowed, "Together, we will build a new
society!"

Kim stepped back from the podium to light a Virginia Slim and soak in the
delirious cheers of the teens before her.  As she drew hard on the 120,
making the tip turn a bright orange, she contemplated her next move.

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Washington, D.C.
The White House
9:15 am EST

When Patty Hong reached the White House, she was escorted up to the
residential quarters where Gina and Leslie eagerly awaited her arrival.
Living in a fishbowl for two years as the President's twin daughters, the 20
year olds found it excruciatingly painful to have to hide their smoking from
the public - as well as their parents.  This was certainly one reason why the
daughters so strenuously urged their father to allow Patty to be their
Special Assistant - so that they could blame the smell of smoke on their
clothes and in their bedrooms on her.  "We're trying to help her quit, but
until then..." they would tell their parents.  Of course, the Secret Service
knew the girls' little secret, but they kept it to themselves.


As Patty walked into the living room holding a carton of Saratogas, they were
overjoyed.  "Finally, 'Patty the Provider' is here," Gina said with a sigh of
relief.  "I haven't had a cigarette in almost a week!"

"I'm dying for a Saratoga," Leslie added, barely holding herself back from
grabbing the carton out of Patty's hand.

Patty stood motionless, staring at the two from behind her sunglasses.
"These girls are so hot," she thought to herself.  The Transformation was
giving her the courage to do things now that before she was afraid to even
fantasize about.  A wicked smile appeared on her face.

"What's up, girlfriend?" Gina asked.

Patty reached into the carton and pulled out a pack.  As her head tilted
downwards to watch her hands unwrap it, she asked the twins in a low voice,
"Are you both true believers in the power of the smoke?"

Leslie, pleading now, replied, "You know we are!  Come on.  Give me a
cigarette."  Gina, however, was enjoying this.  She loved the way Patty would
seductively tease them.  She watched Patty closely, wondering why she was
wearing sunglasses and what was about to come next.

Patty flipped the top of the green pack open and pulled back the silver
wrapper.  "How would you two like to be part of a revolution?" she asked.

Gina slowly reached over and pulled off Patty's shades, revealing the
brilliance of her shimmering eyes.  As Leslie stood stunned, Gina asked very
calmly, "This is about Sister Kim, isn't it."  The sisters were secret
followers of Kim, watching her web casts every chance they got.

Patty smiled in reply and offered the open pack to Gina.  Leslie, unsure now
she wanted a cigarette as badly as she did, watched as her sister carefully
pulled out one of the cork-tipped 120s.  "I'm ready to join," Gina said as
she moved her head towards the flame that Patty now offered her.  She sucked
on the long instrument for nearly 5 seconds, making its tip glow brightly,
and removed the cigarette from between her lips, giving the thick ball of
smoke in her mouth a snap as she inhaled it deep into her lungs.  Immediately
she could feel the tingling sensation within her chest.  Exhaling a
voluminous amount of smoke, she took another 5 second puff and inhaled such a
gust that she could feel her pussy begin to moisten.  Patty could feel her
own cunt begin to drip as she watched the pupils in Gina's eyes begin to
dilate and then shimmer.  Within moments, a kaleidoscope of lights formed in
her eyes.  The transformation was now complete.

"Ahhhhhh," Gina murmured in an exhale, "the power."


Patty looked at Leslie who was biting her bottom lip in anticipation of
sharing in this experience.  "Are you ready to join," Patty asked before
putting a cigarette in her mouth and lighting it.

"Oh yes," Leslie replied, "take me now."

Patty moved closer to Leslie after taking a deep puff and tenderly brought
her mouth up to the girl, the crest of the smoke beginning to seep out until
the two joined their lips together and Leslie breathed in deeply the contents
in Patty's mouth.  She closed her eyes, feeling the power beginning to move
through her, and reached down to take the cigarette from between Patty's
fingers.

Patty wrapped her arms around Leslie, her tongue moving down her body as she
slowly fell to her knees and began to unclasp the 20 year old's jeans.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

An hour later, when Patty, Gina, and Leslie walked into the antechamber of
the Oval Office in the West Wing, the President's personal secretary smiled,
finding the three wearing sunglasses rather amusing.  "My, don't you all look
cool today.  What can I do for you girls?" Mrs. Lay asked them.

"Can we see our father for a minute?"

"He's meeting with the Vice-President right now, but let me check and see if
he has time for you."  Mrs. Lay picked up the phone and pressed a button.
While the phone rang, Mrs. Lay continued to chat with the girls.  "Did you
see that interview on Good Morning America this morning?  The young Asian
girl?  Your father is really concerned.  That was so strange when she...Mr.
President?  Your daughters would like a minute with you."  She smiled as she
nodded her head and said to Gina and Leslie, "Go on in."

As the twins walked into the Oval Office, Patty took a seat directly across
from the Secret Service Agent guarding the door, both of them staring at each
other from behind their sunglasses.  About a minute later, Mrs. Lay picked up
her phone.  "Yes, Mr. President?"  She paused.  "I'll be right in."

Patty could smell cigarette smoke move into the antechamber as Mrs. Lay
opened and closed the door to the Oval Office.  The agent also smelled it and
turned his attention away from Patty for a moment as she pulled out her pack
of Saratogas and lit one of the 120s.  When she stood up, taking a deep puff,
the agent said sternly, "Miss, there's no smoking in the West Wing."  Before
he could say another word, however, Patty blew a gust of smoke into his face
and he began coughing uncontrollably.  When the coughing subsided, she handed
him her lit cigarette.  


"Why don't you take the whole pack," she said with a smile, and walked out of
the room towards the building's exit.

As the agent took a puff from the 120, feeling the mutation take hold of him,
Mrs. Lay walked out of the Oval Office with a lit Saratoga between her
fingers, her eyes shimmering brightly.  She picked up the phone, pushed a few
buttons, and said into the receiver, "Please stand by."  With the push of
another button, she said, "Mr. President, I have the Joint Chiefs of Staff
waiting on line 2."

END PART III

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