The Wigamalefis part 7: A Night on the Town A No More Fakes Story (Tuesday, Nov. 5) The meeting with the other members of the production team went smoothly. For some reason, I had to convince everybody that I was Will and never have been Wiggy. I don't know why they though I was Wiggy. Monday everybody knew I was Will. But, once everybody was straight on that matter, we got a lot done. We figured out the game play and interface. It's going to be the best game ever. But then I might be biased. After the meeting I went back to my desk and started typing up a report on what we decided. I was amazed how easily I picked up typing with only four fingers. I wasn't as fast as I was when I was human, but I was going fairly fast. Every now and then an idea about my secondary project would pop into my head. I would jot it down before I forgot it and continue with my report. "I hope I find a way to change everyone back," I thought to myself. "Hey, Will," boomed a voice behind me. I turned and saw Lance standing at the entrance to my cubicle. His neck was bend down so I wouldn't have to strain mine to look up at him. I grunted questioningly. "Since you got this game project, and I'm going to be the big star," said Lance, "why don't we go celebrate tonight? Suzie has been wanting to go out. You could bring... Sandy? right?" I nodded. "We could all go out to that new restaurant in our neighborhood. What's it called....? "The Maringard?" I typed on my computer, as Lance read it. "Yeah," he said. "I hear it is expensive," I typed. "Not too much," he said. "Suzie has been wanting to go there ever since it opened. Now, I just wish we went before Halloween." I gave a sympathetic nod. It isn't easy being a wigamalefis, but I'm sure it is harder being a ten foot dragon. "But, it's Tuesday," I wrote. "So," Lance said. "That means less people to stare at us." "I'll call up Sandy," I wrote. "You have to talk to her since I can't." "Sure," Lance agreed. I dialed up Sandy's work number and gave the phone to Lance. She must have been eager to go out. Lance got everything arranged in a few seconds. Lance hung up the phone, "She thinks it's a great idea," he said. "It would do you some good to get out more." I grunted. "I'll check with Suzie," Lance continued. "I'm sure she will go. And then I will make the reservations." He trotted to his desk and picked up the phone. I continued to write my report. I think Mr. Dodsen is going to love this game. "Hey, Will," shouted Lance. "Everything's set. We've got reservations for 8:00 tonight. I'll call Sandy and tell her." I gave an okay sign, and continued writing. "Tonight's going to be an interesting night," I thought. That night I dug out my best suit from my closet. "I hope it still fits," I thought. I tried it on. The jacket fit as normal, but my pants didn't accommodate my tail. I managed to get them on with the waist of the pants going under my tail. Suspenders were holding them up. It wasn't comfortable, but I could live with it for one night. The jacket was long enough so no one could tell how I was wearing the pants. There was no need of trying the shoes. I knew they wouldn't fit my large flipper feet. When I was all dressed, I looked in the mirror. "Wow," I said. "This body looks great dressed up." I left my house and drove to Sandy's to pick her up. We were going to meet at Lance and Suzie's house before we went to eat. Sandy looked lovely. I greeted her by kissing her on the hand. (Well, I kissed as well as I could with this piggish snout of mine.) "Oh, Will," Sandy giggled. "You look wonderful." "You look beautiful," I signed. "Thanks," she said. "But, I'm surprised how your new body dresses up. Now, let's go eat. I'm starved." She grabbed her jacket and hurried out the door. We arrived at Lance and Suzie's and visited there for a few minutes. Suzie looked very much like the princess she had become, even without the princess clothes. Lance was dressed up also. He had on a tux shirt, tie, and jacket. I guess he couldn't find any pants to fit those short, thick legs of his. "Like the tux?" asked Lance seeing me admire it. "I picked it up cheap at a discount big and tall store. I really didn't need the tall. I just needed the big." He laughed in that roaring way. "I had to help him rip hole for his wings," Suzie cut in. "You wouldn't believe how hard it is to dress a dragon." All four of us left their house about 7:45. It didn't take long to get to the restaurant, since it was just a few miles away. But, we didn't want to miss our reservation. The restaurant was classy. Lance was right about not many people being there. There were just a few people in small clusters scattered around the large dinning room engaging in quiet chatter. We walked up to the headwaiter. Lance, of course, was on all fours. The headwaiter just stared at us. Lance spoke up first standing on his hind legs. "We have a reservation." "Uh, certainly sir," said the headwaiter. "And your name is...?" "Fuller. Lance Fuller." "Ah, here it is. This way." The headwaiter avoided eye contact with me and Lance. I guess we aren't the normal customers. Everyone eating there was staring at us. They should be used to seeing transformed people. Halloween was five days earlier. "Here is your table," said the headwaiter. "Enjoy your meal." He walked away quickly. "Was he scared or what?" asked Lance pulling back the chair for Suzie to sit down. "I don't like the vibes this room is giving me," said Suzie. "Everyone is staring." "That doesn't mean we can't enjoy our meal," Sandy replied. The waiter finally came, and we order our meals. Sandy, of course, had to interpret my sign language. The waiter didn't seem as nervous around a dragon and a blue furry thing with antlers as the headwaiter was. We sat around talking until our food arrived. Lance seemed to be in an uncomfortable position to eat. His neck was bent at tight angles so he could reach his mouth with his silverware. The other customers weren't staring as much as they were, but they would casually look our direction every so often. When we were about half way finished with our meal, the headwaiter walked over to our table. "Excuse me," the headwaiter directed toward Lance, "but could you eat in a more natural way. You are frightening some of the customers." Lance stretched his neck and bent it back down to eye level with the headwaiter. "I am eating as natural as I can," Lance said. "Then try a little harder," said the headwaiter walking away. Lance glared at him for awhile. The headwaiter tried to ignore him, but he was obviously nervous. Lance then slowly scanned the room. Even though I knew that Lance wouldn't hurt anybody, he did seem menacing. "Lance," Suzie said shaking his arm, "Stop it. Just finish the meal." Lance looked back at us, his expressions melting back into the person's we knew. "It's just that I'm tired of this," he said. "We are still human, although we look far from it." That funny feeling came. "I've had to live with humans ever since I ended up on this planet," I wrote on the notepad I brought. "Most of them never see beyond the fur, or scales as the case may be." Sandy was glaring at me. "What do you mean, WILL?" "There you go again," I signed. "Can you please not bring up this human identity thing now?" "Very well," Sandy replied snugly. "But I'm not going to refer to you as 'Wiggy.'" "And I'm not going to respond to 'Will,'" I signed. Suzie and Lance both had a confused look. "Don't ask," I wrote to Lance and Suzie. Lance seemed to realize something. "Ok, let's just finish our meal," he said. "Let's not worry about these people staring at us." "That's an excellent idea," said Suzie. We all finished our meal without one word about the people staring at us. Sandy didn't say anything to me at all. Lance and I paid the waiter and we left. It might have been my imagination, but I think I heard a unanimous "Whew" come from the restaurant when we walked out the door. On our way to the car, a man and a boy ran up to us. "Excuse me," the man said to Lance. "But, my son here loves dragons. Could I get a picture of him and you?" "I don't see why not," Lance replied smiling. "Great!" the man said. He turned to his son. "Ok, Jimmy, the nice dragon is going to let me take pictures of you and him. Be nice." "I will, Daddy," said the boy. Lance and Jimmy posed in several positions. They both were standing next to each other. Lance had Jimmy on his back with his wings spread. One pose was of Lance playing dead while Jimmy was standing victoriously over him. "Thanks," the man said when he was through taking pictures. "No, problem," Lance replied. "Bye, Mr. Dragon," said the boy as he walked away with his father. Lance watched them go with a big smile on his dragony snout. "You are such a ham," Suzie said when we were getting in the car. "I have to practice for my starring role," Lance replied. Sandy didn't say anything all the way to Lance's house. We didn't stay long at their house. It was getting pretty late. Lance and I had to get up to go to work the next morning. I drove Sandy home. She still didn't say anything. I knew that if she did say anything she would try to convince me that I was human. I couldn't allow that. I had to keep doing what the Doctor said. I had to remember that I am a wigamalefis. When we got to her house, she got out of the car and stormed inside. I heard the door lock behind her. "I guess she isn't inviting me inside," I thought. I waved bye, just in case she was looking, and drove off. I went straight to bed when I got home. Later that night I suddenly woke up. "I think that might work," I growled. I quickly jotted down the idea I just had. "Tomorrow after work, I'm going to try to build it," I thought. I slept great after knowing that I might be able to change all those transformed people back.