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Mon, 28 May 2012 10:20 |
 Ranmapat01
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I was curled under my blankets in the small hotel bedroom for one more morning. Today, this morning, Agent Perriera was going to drive me New Hampshire. Dad had used up his leave time and then some. My family was leaving for England this morning, too. I didn't really want to get up, to start the first day of doing it all by myself.
Behind me I heard a masculine mumble. "It can't be morning yet, can it?" a male voice said, close to my ear.
I went still, like an animal realizing it was in the hunter's sights. The presence behind me was moving slowly, languidly. I felt the near touch of bare leg near my own, just the interaction of the static on both our skins. Bare? I didn't sleep naked, I slept pretty well covered up now, pajamas, tops and bottoms to bed. But I could feel the sheet against me, where it touched.
I could feel my heart rate rise.
Lips touched the base of my neck from behind. "What's wroooo-" The sound extended and distorted as I jumped out of the bed, my slippery field kicking in around me and carrying me across the small room. I smacked into the small bureau and hurt my hip with the impact. I turned to look back at the empty bed. the blankets and sheets didn't reveal anyone still there. The room didn't have anyone it but me. And I was dressed in my silk pajamas were still on.
A dream. A really freaky dream. I felt, weird down below, warm and soft but also, just above that was the cold lump in my stomach. My nipples were hard little points grazing the inside of my top.
What the actual fuck?
I slid down to the floor and rubbed at my sore hip.
Ruth swung the door to my room open and looked from my empty, rumpled bed to where I sat. I was gasping and did really look up at her so much as turn my head that direction. She closed the door and took the two steps to where I sat, kneeling down once she got there. "You okay?"
"I think I had a wet dream... with a dude in it!"
Ruth chuckled and tucked my hair behind my ear.
"It's not funny!"
"It is a little. I remember mom complaining about your sheets when you went through this the first time. I didn't know what she was talking about for years after."
I just kind of scowled at her. "I don't like it. It feels funny, weird."
"Wait till you get a boyfriend!"
"Yuck! Didn't you hear? Boys have cooties!"
We both laughed at that.
"But what does this mean? Do I suddenly like boys now? And if I do, does that make me gay? Or straight?"
Ruth shrugged. She settled onto the floor next to me. "You'll figure it out eventually. Maybe it's just your subconscious weighing options."
"I haven't really thought about sex at all during the last few weeks. And now, this..."
"It was one dream. Don't get yourself so worked up about. If you like guys, you like guys, if not, well that's your business." She got an impish look on her face. "So what did he look like?"
I let out a shaky breath. "I have no idea. I never saw him. He was behind me." I could feel myself flush.
"Behind you? You mean like... the position?"
"Oh, God!" I buried my face in my hands. "No, not like that! I was in bed, it was like I was waking up in bed with someone." I babbled through my hands. I couldn't have even gotten that far with my mom. Ruth was my rock, my confidant, my source of sanity. I'd gotten even closer to my sister over the last few weeks.
I guess we were like real sisters now, or something. She'd helped me try to adjust to my situation. I didn't know how I'd have gotten through it without her. She was also constantly pushing me to try new things. Girl things.
Over the last few weeks I'd gotten a crash course in all things girl. Not just makeup and clothes, but hygiene and health. I could do my hair, make my face up and pick out clothes that didn't make me look like a boy pretending to be a girl (even it I still felt that way).
We were still like that, on floor of my room giggling like we were both my age (my new age-- which was physiologically eleven, but my new ID said I was thirteen) when mom found us.
"What are you two doing? You aren't even packed yet, are you? And you have to get dressed. We're checking out in an hour."
Suddenly it all felt real. They were going and I was going. We were going, but not together. The laughter stopped and we sobered. I didn't want it to end. We were a family again and I didn't want to... be alone again.
Ruth stood up, and she pulled me to my feet and into a hug. "Its gonna be alright, baby sister, you'll see. Private school's gonna be just like college. And it'll only be until you testify, then you can come be with us, if that's what you want."
I didn't know when I started crying but suddenly I was bawling into my sister's chest. There was an ache in my chest that would only be eased if I never had to leave my sister's hug. So I stayed there. Suddenly, mom was in there too and we were all crying and hugging and making not-quite-word sounds meant to be comforting.
"Did somebody die?"
We all looked over at my dad, leaning against the frame of my door with an amused smile on his face. He was wearing his uniform and I was struck for the first time how handsome he looked in it. I'd never really thought about it before, he'd just been my dad, but now, he cut a lean figure, just enough muscle touched his arms to define them. He was getting older, but he was good looking.
All six legs moved together and we didn't break the hug at all until we were close enough to pull him into it. Somehow the hug-meba shifted and I in the middle and we shared a long moment where I felt special, and loved. And not alone.
Mom was the first one to speak up, by saying, "We have to get moving. We're gonna be late. She stepped back and wiped at her eyes. She touched Ruth on the shoulder and they slipped out of the room.
I was left in my dad's arms for another long moment. I felt him take a breath and prepare to speak. I pulled in close, seeking a few extra moments of comfort from him, which he gave. After that, he finally spoke. "I haven't said this yet. But I'm proud of you. It can't be easy, what's happened to you, but you've started to make a life out of this. I hate that we have to leave you, but I'm proud to be your father."
"Just for today, can you be... can you be my daddy, again?"
"Sure. Sure, honey."
Okay, it was a sappy moment, but I needed it. We needed it.
But it didn't last.
"Wanda Falconi, you have five minutes to get in the shower before I come and drag you there myself! I'm not going to have you show up filthy at a new school."
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"I hear it's a nice place," Agent Perriera said, from the front seat.
"What is?" I asked, looking out the window. The city had given way to trees and fields between hilly rock faces.
"Whateley. I hear it's nice. A good school. One of the agents I work with went there."
"Does he have powers?"
Perriera made a face. "I... 'm not supposed to talk about it."
"Oh, okay." He'd brought it up. Whatever.
"About a three hour drive. We'll be there in no time."
"Uh-huh." I started to doze in the car. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't a babysitter (not that I needed babysitting, I was twenty years old, for crying out loud). He was probably hot shit when it came to twenty something girls. He was pretty enough, and dressed well. But I wasn't a twenty something girl. I was either a twenty something guy, or a tweeny girl. I didn't know which. But it had been a stressful morning.
So I dozed while he talked off and on.
I was on the balcony, looking out over Providence. A sheet was wrapped around me, and a robe under that. Still, the cold was creeping around the edges of it. It was nice, though, the view was pretty. The door into the apartment was open behind me and I didn't have to look to know it.
"It's chilly out here," he said, passing a steaming cup of coffee to me.
"Yeah," I said, wrapping my tiny hands around it, soaking up the warmth. "I love the view here."
"It's nice," he said. I felt his hand on me, resting on the small of my back. I couldn't see him so much as feel him near me. I knew that all I had to do was turn, even a little bit, but I didn't.
A part of me wanted to push back against him, into him, to get more pressure from him against me. My nipples tightened. Like this morning?
I started to turn finally, but before I could get a glimpse of him, I went slippery and fell off the balcony. The ground was rushing up at me and above me, the shadowed outline of the man was visible above me.
And then I woke up in the car, jerking sideways and sliding across the seat. I wound up jammed into the door on driver's side, one leg awkwardly up, probably flashing my panties at Agent Perriera when my skirt flipped up.
Or maybe not, I got sent to the other side as he swerved and shouted, "What the fuck! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," I said groggily, trying to pull myself together. "I'm fine. It was just a dream. I was asleep. Sorry."
The youthful agent was trying to split his attention between me in the back seat and the road. He narrowly missed running off the road and into a ditch. "Jesus! Watch the fucking road, will ya?"
He got the car under control and slowed to a more sedate speed. "What's with the language?" he asked.
"Where'd you learn to drive, man?"
"You scared me, caught me off guard."
"Me, too," I mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Can you pull over?"
"Why? You said you were okay..."
"I have to pee." And I did. My bladder had shrunk just like the rest of me.
"Sure, sure," he said, and started to look for a spot to pull off at.
Rest stop bathrooms are a very different experience as a girl. The less said the better.
Back on the road and Agent Perriera felt a need to try to keep up the conversation again. I just let him talk, making non-committal noises and not really listening.
We passed a sign that said we were coming close to someplace Dunwich. It sounded familiar. But we only passed close to it. It looked like any other tiny village, just a couple of roads intersecting and a collection of homes interspersed with local businesses. Not much to note it.
I was getting worried about my dreams. This was two in one day and it was all romantic and had guys in it and stuff. It was embarrassing. What did all this mean? Was I going boy... crazy, boy happy? Did I like boys now? I'd had a couple of relationships, not really campus stud material or anything, but I was firmly in the attracted to girls club. Wasn't I?
How does this happen? I thought about girls I'd been with. Actresses, like the skinny blond from Battlestar Galactica, or Natalie Portman. Nothing. Okay, I said to myself. I tried to picture myself with Ewan McGregor or Jamie Bamber. Still nothing.
Arrgh! What does this mean? It was frustrating and I wanted to pull my hair out by the roots and kick things and yell. Why did my life have to get so complicated?
The car started to slow and I looked up to see us approaching gates and a stone wall. The Arch over the gate read "Whateley Academy." There was a sign on the side that read EST. and some date I couldn't read from the angle I was at. A man in a dark uniform, obviously security from his earpiece and military presence. When you grow up on military bases, you learn to recognize the set to the men who work there, or who have.
He opened the gate and walked around to Agent Perriera's door. When my escort rolled down the window, I could feel the cold coming in through the window. It was colder here than back in Providence. I pulled my jacket closed and watched as Agent Perriera handed a small manilla folder to the guard.
The security man took the folder and opened it, looking briefly at the first couple of pages before handing it back. "Follow the main road in, it'll take you to Schuster Hall. She needs to check in with administration first." He looked back at me and smiled, it was a friendly smile and didn't seem to be hiding anything more. He looked back to Agent Perriera and said, "You are to stay in the car and wait. Security knows to expect you. Once you drop her off, you come back here right away. No sightseeing. No recruiting." He stepped back and waved us through.
We were coming in roughly from the southeast and quickly I could see the buildings, most of them old and very... scholarly looking. There was snow on the ground, but this was January in New Hampshire, so I wasn't surprised. The sidewalks were shoveled, though, and they all looked free of ice and snow.
The road ended with small turnaround that circled a statue of an unassuming looking man in an old suit. The plaque below it read "Noah Whateley". There was more but I didn't bother to read it. Likely it was the founder or something. Lots of schools had them. I was more concerned with the woman standing on the steps leading up to the large building with the sign in the lawn labeled "Schuster Hall, Administration, Offices." She was pretty, blond, and professionally dressed. Given that she only looked to be in her mid twenties, I expected that she was a secretary or something, come to escort me into the offices of the Assistant Headmistress, a woman named Hartford.
Schuster Hall had two wings spreading out to either side and a large terrace that shadowed the buildings steps. The building was old and sturdy looking, with windows that reflected the too-bright sunlight onto the white snow, making the whole scene dazzling. It almost looked like there was some kind of dome or something behind it.
I got out of the car and walked around to the trunk, pulling out my two bags. One was a largish satchel with my laptop and other school supplies, as well as a selection of my gaming books and dice. I was hoping to find a gaming club and maybe play some D&D or something. The other bag was a fairly large suitcase that was swollen with its burden: my new clothes. Mom and Ruth had gone more than a little crazy with the shopping (okay, I had gotten into it a little, too) but I had had to take all of it with me. Ruth and I had both had to sit on the thing and bounce to get it closed. After, Ruth had taped a sign to it saying "warning! Contents under pressure!"
I hauled the smaller bag out and then the larger one with a jerk that nearly overbalanced me. Not for the first time, or the last, I regretted not getting the bag with the wheels and the handle. The woman watched me as I struggled to get to her, trying hard not to drag the case with my clothes. I got to her and looked back at Agent Perriera who gave me an encouraging smile and nodded.
I let the suitcase fall and my wimpy little arms practically groaned in relief. "Hi," I said, "I'm Wanda-"
"Wanda Falconi. I was expecting you nearly an hour ago."
"Yeah, I'm sorry, but I-" My stomach fell as I realized that she was not a secretary.
"No matter," she said in a voice that said that it did, in fact, matter. "This way." She turned and lead the way up the steps into the building. I grabbed my bag, forgetting for a moment, despite my aching arms, that I was a wimpy kid. I nearly tripped over it instead of picking it up. Then I hauled it up with both hands and attempted to follow her. She was inside well before I got to the door and I was forced to follow the trail of closing doors that I was slowly falling behind in.
I managed to find her moving past a desk and into the office marked "Amelia Hartford, Assistant Headmistress." There was a kid, about my age, sitting behind the desk. He was dressed in the school uniform. He pointed after the woman and said, "You can leave your bags here if you want."
Gratefully I left the larger bag beside the desk with a thump. Then I followed Ms. Hartford into her office.
The office was lit by a pair of windows looking out over the quad. A large desk was between me and the windows and two straight backed chairs were between me and the desk. Ms. Hartford was just settling into her seat as I went in.
She started in right away, before I could even catch my breath. "I don't like the idea of using this school as witness protection. It puts the other students at risk, should you be found out. And there are people, students even, here that will feed the information of your whereabouts to exactly the wrong people if you reveal yourself. However, given the extenuating circumstances of your situation, the Headmistress has agreed to let you be enrolled here." She looked past me at the door, which had swung shut behind me. "Sit down before you fall down."
I gratefully (and bonelessly) collapsed into one of the chairs. I received a glare worthy of my mother until I sat up straight. Her gaze went from icy glare to refrigerated stare, which was an improvement. "I'm... grateful that I could come here. I... it''s been hard, and I..."
"We're going to make a counselor available to you. No offense to you, Miss Falconi, but I am not interested in what a difficult journey you've had. My concern is for the safety of this institution and its students. Until you prove a threat, that includes you, but if that should change, I will do everything within my not inconsiderable power to have you removed from it."
"Yes, ma'am," I said, in a small, humble voice.
"I see that you've completed a year of college in Massachusetts. We'll be putting you through placement exams to determine optimal class schedule. You might find yourself advanced in comparison to other first year students. We'll see where you stand there after this afternoon. Normally someone in your situation would be placed in Poe Cottage but we've got a larger than normal freshmen class this year. We've made room for you in Whitman, it is not co-ed. You will not tell the students there about your situation. As far as anyone knows, you are a late transfer, nothing more."
"Yes, ma'am." This getting less and less exciting.
"I'll get someone to show you around the campus. I had a volunteer for the job, but she was forced to go to class, as you kept us both waiting."
"Yes, ma'am."
Someone took my bags, I never really found out who, and delivered them, presumably, to Whitman Hall. I was left with a girl who was introduced to me as Bethany. She was about my height, and slightly better built than me. Weird. That shouldn't have bothered me, but it did.
Within seconds of leaving Schuster Hall our party of two became a party of four, as two other girls, obviously friends of Bethany's. Pally (which seemed to be a nickname that she didn't like) and Clover (who was carrying a puppy everywhere) initially were trying to help show me the campus, but it rapidly seemed to degenerate into some sort of personal quest to find something called essence which, they assured me, would let them do real magic.
We wound up walking around the campus about three and half times and I only learned the names of two buildings. Crystal Hall and Whitman.
It turns out that there actually was a dome behind Schuster Hall, a huge geodesic dome that served as a cafeteria for the school. It was pretty incredible, really, and you couldn't miss the dome from pretty much any point on campus. Hell, for all I knew, you could see it from space.
It was funny, I hadn't really spent much time around other people since my change. I had really just assumed that everyone would know that I was a guy. They alternated between ignoring me while chattering away (in some ways it was like there were three different conversations going on at once) and pretending to educate me about the student body (most of their gossip seemed to orbit around the sources of essence in the school). They kind of kept coming back to that.
Finally we wound up at Whitman (again) and my feet were killing me. The other two girls said goodbye and said that they hoped we would see each other again soon. That left Bethany and me. She walked me through the door and we found a six foot tall blond woman waiting for us.
She was one of those women that managed to build her body without losing that feminine appearance the way many obsessive female bodybuilders did. One foot was tapping out a staccato rhythm on the entryway floor. She was wearing a tracksuit, in school colors.
"Where have you two been?"
"I was supposed to show Wanda the campus..." Bethany started.
"And then come right here after."
"Which we did," she said.
The woman sighed. "Bethany, you were supposed to come here so that we could help our new dorm-mate." She turned her attention to me. "Welcome to Whitman Cottage, Miss Falconi."
It turned out to be "fortuitous" that Bethany had been the one to show me around, since we were apparently going to be rooming together. We were on the second floor, which housed most of the freshmen. Bethany and her two friends were technically not enrolled in high school, but some special consideration had been made for them to finish junior high here.
To hear her tell it, the three of them were possessed of some kind of destiny involving gathering vast amounts of that... essence... and doing magic. She was short on specific goals, but certain that the end result was going to be amazing. Her last roommate had transferred out of the dorm only a few weeks after the previous semester started. She didn't really seem to understand why it might have happened. I had a pretty good idea though, since she'd really only stopped talking long enough to take a quick breath.
She had to unbury half the room, which was piled high with loose papers and books interspersed with laundry (dirty and clean) as well as small and large models of a variety of scenes, some seemed to be familiar, like stonehenge, others were unfamiliar or even alien.
My two bags were waiting just inside the room. I was doubtful that even the comparatively small amount I'd brought with me would find space in the room.
Still, Bethany and I got my bed unburied and placed my bags at the foot of it. Once I was settled into the room, I went out to the hall and found the phone, trying mom and dad's number, but I didn't really expect them to be home yet. They were probably still in the air at this point.
I got their answering machine and left a message. I think I sounded a little panicked and whiny, and I don't remember very clearly what I said, but I didn't talk long. There were two other girls waiting for the phone, so I had to hurry off it. I was a little embarrassed at sounding like a little girl missing her mommy, which I was.
By then I was exhausted. I'd been in a car most of the morning, and then walked for like two hours. I sat on a couch in the common area for... I don't know how long. I just wasn't sure how I was going to do this
"C'mon," Bethany was saying, "It's dinner time."
I shook my head, clearing out cobwebs and looked up at her. I had really kind of zoned out. I'd lost about an hour or so there. I blinked up at her with sort of wide, owl eyes. She giggled and pulled me to my feet. I was fuzzy headed on the walk back out to the Crystal Hall, but woke up enough to take in the interior of the place when we got there.
At first it just looked like a well-appointed cafeteria on the inside; the rounded floor was lined with tables. There were a series of waterfalls that drew the eye up, to the two upper floors. Each gathered in a pool before dropping off to the floor below. The two upper floors were each progressively smaller than the floors below and seemed to be the property of the upper classmen. They were all fabulous looking specimens. Even the monsters.
There were teens in uniforms, teens in spandex, teens in capes and costumes. There were wolf-kids, lizard-kids, bird-kids, and any number of hybrid, or stranger, students. There was even a girl centaur behind the counter in the kitchen. And there was so much food. You wouldn't believe how much food.
I saw this one girl with blue hair that seemed to float around her carrying a tray full of precariously balanced burgers to a table full of, one presumes at least, her friends.
I wound up with a burger and fries and seated at the end of a table with, no surprise, Bethany and Pally (what was her real name anyway?) and Clover (and the puppy). Their conversation was always the same. Where can we get essence? What would we do with essence when got it? Who was keeping them from getting essence? I sort of tuned them out and rubber-necked while I ate.
"What do you think, Wanda?"
I looked back, sheepishly. Blinking.
"We were thinking about trying to get into Grimesy's office and looking for some of her quartz essence cages. We might be able to get past her defenses if we could all concentrate on looking for the warding spells -- if we had a fourth to act as lookout."
"What? Who's Grimesy? You want me to act as lookout?" This sounded like trouble. But it had been a long time since anybody had gone out of their way to try to include me in anything. In fact the last person to include me in anything had turned me into a kid. On the other hand, it sounded like they might not be considering all the variables here.
"Ms. Grimes," Clover said with an exasperated air. "Haven't you been listening? Ms. Grimes always has lots of essence! She can spare a little!" The puppy wiggled excitedly and took the opportunity to steal a french fry from her plate.
"Is she a teacher? I don't want to get a teacher mad at me on the first day..."
"You only get in trouble if you get caught," Bethany said.
"Which we do. All the time," countered Clover.
"All we need to do is get close to a source and Pally can-"
"Don't call me that!"
"-can put it in her magic eight ball!"
"Don't call it that!"
"And what do I get out of this?"
"Well, when we get our magic, we can do stuff for you."
"What kind of stuff?" This might be interesting.
"Well, what do you want?"
"I don't know. I haven't really thought about it all that much. I've had so much going on since... since all this started happening. I just..." I looked away from them, across the room and saw someone I knew.
She was standing next to a pretty blond dressed in an expensive suit. The blond was pretty, too pretty.
Standing next to her was Susan Walker. The girl had a hand possessively on Susan's arm and was leading her through the maze of tables. There was a moment where our eyes met. I could see the recognition in her face, subtle, though -- she covered herself pretty well. Then the blond, well, other blond, pulled her away. They went upstairs, to one of the tables. There was boy following behind them, looking more than a little lost as he tried desperately to keep up and keep himself in whatever conversation was going on.
"Do you know her?"
"Uh, one of them, yeah," I said looking back at Bethany.
"Is she your friend?"
I thought back to the last words we'd exchanged. "No, I guess not."
"Well, good, 'cause that Solange is a meany," said Clover. She fed a fry to the puppy.
I looked up through the translucent flooring at the table they were settling in at. Susan looked back down at me once. Just long enough to get "Solange" to look down at me. She looked at me and I could see that Clover was right. She was a meany.
"No, she's not my friend."
So we wound up going together after we ate, The four (five if you count the puppy) sat and next to a tree, lounging around some benches. Clover had produced a black hat, conical and pointed with a wide brim. It looked like a cheap halloween prop, but she solemnly assured me that it was her witch hat. They seemed to be the experts, so who was I to argue with them?
We talked and chatted about everything and nothing. It made me feel at home to be among them, like I was a person again. Somehow they got me to go with them to the offices of Ms. Grimes. I let them talk me into keeping watch while they went in through a vent, with Clover complaining about getting dirty.
They didn't even make it out of the vent before they got caught. I was sitting on the floor by the open vent access when I heard the noise. Pally, had manifested this little glowing ball that they had been using for light. There was some discussion of the possibility of rats, though Bethany assured us all that Ms. Grimes' cat would have scared any and all vermin away.
So it was kind of a surprise to us all when there was a soft growl in the vent and the girls, who I could hear grunting and complaining and otherwise failing their move-silently checks, suddenly went still and silent. Then they started panicking.
"What was that?"
"I don't know. Probably nothing, keep going."
"If it was nothing, why did we all hear it?"
"There's nothing in here!"
"I think we should go back."
"We're almost there!"
The sound came again, and I could hear it a little better this time. It was a sort of a growl with hum surrounding it and the sound of claws against the vent shaft.
The puppy gave a noise that was a little bit bark and mostly yip. Three girls shrieked and there was a hurried exodus as they backed up at speed from the vent. I was waiting to haul them out, each dusty and frightened. There was a chorus of "Runrunrun!"
I never saw what was in that tunnel. I went slippery without realizing it and ran/slid out of the building, passing the girls until I hit a bench and tumbled over it. The girls tried to pull me up to my feet, but I couldn't seem to get my slippery field to drop so they couldn't get a grip on me. Remembering back in my dorm hall back at Dartmouth, I just kind of paddled along the ground. Eventually we wound up around the corner of one of the dorms, I didn't even know which.
The girls were all breathing hard, we all were, the puppy was shaking and attentively watching the way we had come.
"Well, ladies, what have we here?"
We all turned slowly together to look up at the tall, lean woman holding a cat. Both she and the cat regarded us wanly. "Hello, Miss Grimes," the three girls.
I think the panic must have shown on my face. I could see the connection in her eyes as she realized that the girls had added a weak link to their chain. Crap.
It was about an hour later when Bethany and I dragged ourselves back to the dorm room. "I can't believe it! How could you rat us out?"
"I didn't mean to! I've never had to be the cover before! And we only got two days of detention."
"You don't understand what detention is like here! We'll have to help out over at Hawthorne or work in the sewers with maintenance!"
"Or shelve books in the library?"
"Well, yeah, but--"
"And, while I could have said no, you guys did kind of steamroll me into this. I wouldn't have even been there if you guys hadn't wanted to get into trouble."
She opened her mouth and closed it again. "Fine."
"Fine," I said. I got changed for bed and pulled the covers up. This had turned out to be the worst day I'd had in a long time, and that includes the day I was turned into a girl and nearly run over by the Russian Mob. My family was half a world away, I'd almost made some friends, but it turned out all they wanted was someone to keep watch on their selfish search for magic batteries. I felt alone. And this was just my first day.
I had this anger in my belly and thought sleep would take forever to come, but I drifted off almost right away.
His hands were on me and it made me squirm, not uncomfortably, but with ticklish, nervous energy. My hands were roaming, not touching anywhere for more than a second. It all felt good. Really, really good. We were all over each other.
My face finally came up to meet his. I almost kissed him when I finally got a look at it. He was good looking enough, I supposed, dark hair, Italian features with a wide mouth and blue eyes that somehow gave the simultaneous impression of lazy sexuality and devious cruelty.
It was my face. My old face. I pulled away from him.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked.
"I-I--"
His arms circled me, holding me close. I could feel him, down there. Pressing against my leg.
"Aahhh!"
I was awake, in my bed, I wasn't turned on this time. I woke up screaming and Bethany was standing over me with one hand on my shoulder. When she picked her hand up from my shoulder, there was a trail of sparkles between us.
"Essence...," she said slowly, amazed.
[Updated on: Mon, 28 May 2012 20:39]
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