Nancy Reed Small Town Detective

Beth's smiling face stared out at Nancy in black and white. As always Nancy tried to find some secret in her eyes, some hint on how everything could have gone so wrong. It was a missing person poster, and it was already three months old. This was the last picture anyone had of Beth, well that last that could be use as a poster. Still despite all the pain it'd caused Nancy these last months, she still liked it better than the last image she had of her best friend.

Beth on the couch sucking her Dad's dick.

"Yo, our foods getting cold!"

Nancy snapped to attention, and scurried over to the nearby table, her arms still loaded with plates. "Sorry about that." She dished out the lunches to the annoyed college students, and made her exit.

Nancy was a pretty young woman in her early twenties. She had big brown eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair. At the moment it was tied up above her head with a clip, like the other waitresses at The Wonderful Whale Dinner.

"Can I get you a refill Marv?" Nancy dipped behind the counter, and picked up a pot of coffee.

The Whale's most loyal eater, nodded his head, and held out his cup and nodded. "So long as it's sweet as you." The bearded man chuckled.

"Bitter it is." She topped his cup off.

"Nancy!" Georgina, scurried behind the counter with her friend. Georgina was a bad fit for the waitress look. Her septum ring, and sleeves of tattoos didn't play well with the sweet server look. The blonde was trapped in the cherry yellow uniform, even as her hair was tied up with a black clip. "He's here."

Nancy gulped and set down the pot. "She unwrapped her apron and threw it on the ground. "I'm taking ten."

Georgina, nodded and got out of her way.

Damian Dupree sat in the corner, he was the town's local dirt bag. He was sat with his face towards the entrance, and right next to the fire escape. He was a slippery guy, but even snakes had to pop their heads up to eat eventually. The brunette looked up from his menu with a sneer. "It's about time, where'd that blonde go?"

Nancy ignored him, and slid in across from him. She whipped out the photo of Beth she kept in her pocket and slammed it down on the table. "Where is she?"

Damian leaned back in his seat, and scoffed. "The service here sucks."

"Shut up." She held the picture up to his face. "I've done my homework. The last two girls who went missing, showed up at your club a few weeks later, totally different people. I know you're drugging them, or doing something to make them act out of character, and I know you have Beth."

Damian crossed his arms, everything was covered in tattoos. "This is the thanks I get for helping those runaways." He sighed, and stretched his neck from side to side. "Let me make myself clear, I don't know this bitch, I haven't done shit, and if you actually knew anything you'd have gone to the cops." He leaned forward and pushed Beth's photo back at Nancy. "So unless you're here to take my order, I suggest you fuck off."

The only thing more awkward than confronting a man of turning your best friend into a sex ****?

Bringing him breakfast a few minutes later.

He was a good tipper though, all things considered.

What she said was true, in the last year Willow Wood had three college students go missing. Nancy knew, she looked into it. She contacted the other girls' family and friends and they all reported just what Nancy had seen with Beth. One day the girls seemed to just go crazy, and start acting like total sluts. Then they vanished, and when they returned they started working for Damian at his club.

But what he said was true too. She didn't have any proof he was the one who changed them, or even **** them. She had nothing on him.

After her shift at the diner, Nancy went to classes, but it was no good. She didn't even know why she enrolled for this semester. She'd failed most of her classes in the winter, thanks to worrying about Beth, and this semester wasn't going any better. She just couldn't focus. She just kept thinking of her friend, of her parent's divorce, every day she felt her life as a waitress becoming more and more permanent.

Now it was night time, and she was walking towards her house. Her parents were the embarrassing kind of rich and bought her a two room one bath near Emerson college to live in or rent out.

And currently there was someone waiting for her on her stoop.

Nancy was on edge, and reached for her pepper spray, she was suspecting Damian sent someone after her. Which would only prove that she was on the right track if true, but it wasn't a thug... well at least not a man.

As she drew closer the form of a woman become more clear, and soon there was no denying who it was.

"Beth!" Nancy cried and ran the last few yards towards her friend, but she came up short, just a foot away from hugging her. "W-what are you wearing?"

Beth had always been a girly girl, but she'd always been a woman. The Diaper Beth sitting in was certainly not that. Her best friend was currently sitting on her stoop in dirty ruffle socks, a diaper, and a stained bib. Her black hair was tied up in pigtails, her short hair looked like it had three months of growth to it. It appeared that she was killing time until Nancy got home by rubbing the crotch of her wet diaper. "Ooooh Hey Nance!" Beth said with a big grin. "I lost my key."

"You've lost your mind, what the hell are you doing?"

Beth started giggling, and crying at the same time. "I don't even know anymore! Hahahaha I just do whatever they tell me! *Sob* It's easier that way."

"Beth..." Nancy held out a trembling hand to her friend, she wanted to run away from this repulsive sight. Something was obviously wrong with her, but she couldn't just leave her leave her friend like this. Not after looking for her for so long. Mentally she slapped herself. She was going to help Beth no matter what. Steeling herself for whatever awfulness she was about to endure, she reached out and embraced her friends. "...you're going to be okay. We'll figure this out."

As she touched Beth, Nancy felt a spark pass between them. A little electric shock.

Beth started full on sobbing, not even able to disguise it with her care free giggling. "I'm so sorry, Nancy. I didn't want to do this to you, but they just wouldn't leave it alone. I tried to get away from you, but... but I just can't stop them anymore! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"Who?" Nancy held her. "Who's doing this to you?"

"T-the voices!"

Oh no, it wasn't ****, or Damian or anything... Beth had just gone crazy... "What voices?"

As if to answer that question a voice bubbled up within Nancy's mind, it spoke to her as clearly as if it were her own thoughts, and it said...