by Closetdrsr

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Chapter Sixteen
 
 
The next two weeks went by quickly, and essentially without event. Work in the morning, pool in the afternoon.
Dave came over Sunday and Wednesday for study, and I saw Susan on Saturday evening at her place. During the last week working at the Old Folks Home, Sam became somewhat distant, less talkative with me, and from Tuesday had organized to go home with Roni and Caz, instead of with me. Friday we received our notice of the number of hours we'd completed, and we had a small get together with cake after our 'shifts' had completed. Some of the elderly came and offered their thanks and such, especially to the girls as they interacted with them daily.

In celebration, everyone wanted to go down to the Mall for a few hours. I went down for a short time, but left early to pick up Susan. Susan had also finished up at the hospital that same day, but she was not able to go celebrate since her grounding was still in effect.

Saturday was Susan's last night of being grounded, but since she had been good, we were allowed to go out to the movies, but we had to take Crystal to Harry Potter. Actually, it wasn't as bad as it sounds. Crystal had organized for several of her friends to go as well, and they didn't want to sit with us. At least we were alone and got to make out a little.

Sunday, Susan came round to my place, for the first time in a month. We spent a fair amount of time together in bed before Dave turned up for study. Susan quizzed Dave for awhile since she hadn't seen him in so long. He thought that he had broken up with Helen. The extra time he had to spend on summer school study had dampened things a lot, and then she had gone off on a vacation with her family this past week and she hadn't returned any of his calls.

Susan cooked dinner while Dave and I went through his study notes. He'd do well in Chemistry I thought, but he was still weak in History, but should do well enough if the questions were kind.

The following week dawdled. I felt out of sync not having to get up and do anything, but did spend a lot of time with Susan. On the days she didn't have to stay at home looking after Crystal, she came over to my place.

From about lunchtime Tuesday, she was planning what to do that coming Saturday night. She wanted to go out with Monica and have some fun. To be honest, I wasn't that keen to go out as Monica, and the discussion with Susan's Mom was nagging me in the back of my mind. By Friday, she had worn me down to going over to Southdale Mall and seeing a movie as it was unlikely we'd see anyone there. To get my own back, I said we'd have to go see GI Joe.

She smiled, and didn't bat an eyelid when I suggested it. Sometime I can't figure her out.

Saturday I took the late afternoon to get ready. Susan was being dropped off about seven. I lay in the bath making sure my body was hairless. It had been awhile since I'd worn my breast forms, and once they were glued in place, realized how much I'd missed the weight of them. Then I put on my sheath, and lay on the bed waiting for the latex concealer to set. I hadn't made up my mind what exactly I was going to wear that evening, but put on my favorite underwear, the purple lace bra and matching panties in the meantime. I preened myself in front of the bathroom mirror, first working on my hair, brushing it so that it shaped my face. I then started working on my makeup, a mauve eyeshadow and plum lipstick that i'd bought that morning when I'd done my grocery shopping. It took me a couple of attempts to get it right (I hadn't practiced in a while), but when I was done I thought I looked hot.

Mind you, nearly any girl in just bra and panties would look hot I guess.

I was trying on a pair of Susan's capri jeans when the phone rang. They were skin tight, and I was working on getting them on, so I was bunny hopping to the phone.
"Hello" I said into the phone when I put it to my ear, still hopping to pull up the jeans over my hips.
"Is this Mike" said the voice.
"Yes, who is this" I replied.
"Its Jim. The delivery driver for the paper" he said.
"Oh hi Jim, whats up?" I asked as I managed to button the jeans.
"Look, I know you said that you were giving up delivery, but I'm in a bind. That kid Brian, the one who took over your route, is useless. He's missed at least one day every week since he started, and I'm getting too many complaints that he's missing peoples houses" he said. "Are you able to fill in for this week, while I get someone else on board?"
"Starting Monday?" I asked.
"If you could, I'd appreciate it." he said relieved. "Listen, I'll add an extra twenty to make it up to you for helping me out."
"Sure, that'll be good" i said. "Any changes to the houses?"
"I'll check" he replied. "If there are any changes I'll drop around a new list."
"Thanks" I said, and hung up the phone.

I went back into the bedroom and pulled some tops out of the wardrobe and went back into the bathroom with them to try them on. God these jeans made me look great. I had hips, and they were so tight they shaped my butt nicely, so that I had that small triangle of light between my thighs. The top I liked best was a satiny rayon, with a shallow V neck line and short sleeves. It was a gun grey blue that went well with the capris, and offset the plum color makeup. Finally I dug out my pair of black pumps. Checking myself out in the mirror I thought I looked really good. I added my hoop earrings and a couple of bracelets on my left wrist.

I went to get a drink from the fridge, and there was a knock at the door. It was a little before 6.30, and thinking it was Susan, I called out to her it wasn't locked, and to come on in. Except it wasn't Susan.
Standing at my door was Jim.
"Excuse me, Is this Mike Delaune's place" he asked.
"Yes, he's out at the moment. I'm his sister" I offered.
"Oh, well, I have this route for him you see" he said passing a piece of folded paper to me, but his eyes were definitely focused on my chest and legs.
"Umm please make sure he gets it."
I smiled, not that he probably noticed. "Sure" I replied.
After I closed the door, I collapsed onto the sofa, and was breathing hard.

That had been close. I'd dropped my guard and been careless. What if it hadn't been Jim, essentially a stranger. It could have easily been Dave or Sam. I thought about that for a while. Sam could probably handle knowing Monica, but it would change our relationship completely. It was flattering knowing that Sam liked me, wanting to have something special between us. But that would likely change.
And I didn't exactly know how Dave would take it. My guess is that he'd completely disown me at first, but would be an absolute horndog around Monica. My guess was that the visual stimuli of Monica would override his distaste that it was actually one of his best friends.

"Gah' i shivered at the thought.

Susan turned up at seven, and liked what I had chosen to wear. She was also in jeans, but with a cami top and a light jacket. Shortly thereafter we headed out to the Southdale Mall. After we parked, I realized I was in almost the same spot as when I'd been here last time, when Robert had tried to attack me.

We wandered around the Mall for about an hour until the movie was about to start. As we lined up to get our tickets, Susan was giggling. When I asked her why, she looked around, smiling again. I looked as well. There were about 40 guys ogling us. Now I understood why she smirked when I suggested going to see GI Joe. It was a guys action flick.

For a moment, I thought Susan was going to act up a little, try to put on the tease so to speak. But she didn't. In fact, she simply took my hand and stood very close to me as we waited to go into the theater. A couple of guys tried to come by and make small talk, but passed by when they took the hint we weren't interested.
The movie was barely ok. Lots of explosions, and special effects, but very little storyline. After the movie we went upto the foodcourt, which only had a couple of shops still open. We shared a large Coke. On the way back toward the car Susan asked if we could go check out the rave bar.

I had to mention to her that that was were I'd had the incident with Robert, where he's chased me into the parking garage. She said that we didn't have to go in, but that she just wanted to check it out. Besides, she didn't have her fake id anymore anyways.

We stood outside the bar, listening to the music and watching the revellers inside. It was still early for the bar to become alive, and the clientale in there at the moment were mostly older, and couples. The bouncer eyed us both up, but since we hadn't approached him or the bar entrance, he didn't bother us. After listening to the music for about half an hour we headed back to the car.

On the way out of the parking garage, Susan announced she had a craving for an In&Out burger, so before heading home I took the loop road down toward Roseville. After getting our burgers via the drive thru we headed home, and straight into a police stop. I pulled upto the policeman at the stop, and wound down my window to talk to him. He shone his torch into the car, checking us both out and also the back seat.
"License, registration and insurance please miss" he said.
I pulled down the information envelope with the registration and insurance papers from the passenger side visor, and handed them to him. While he checked them, I reached over to the backseat to get my purse. When I opened it, I realized that Monica's license wasn't there. I had removed it so I could take it to Harry Potter.
"Susan, I don't have my license" I sort of hissed.
She looked at me as if I'd gone mad.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I don't have Monica's license. I left it at home" I said quietly.
"Then tell him that" she said back
The officer leaned over and repeated "License, miss?"
"Umm, sorry officer" I said, "But I must have left it at home"
He looked at me exasperated. He then turned over his shoulder and called "Chief, I have another driver with no id."
He handed back my envelope with my insurance and registration, and then told me to pull over to the side of the road, and to wait. A couple of minutes later, another officer headed over toward us.
It was Chief Perkins.
"Well miss, did you find your license?" he asked as he got to the window.
"Hi Chief" I said in a small voice.
"Monica?" he asked, looking at me and then at Susan "Hello Susan"
"Umm, I have my license, but didn't want to give it to the officer" I said, pulling out my Michael license.
"Ahh" He replied. "I see. Didn't want him to know about Michael and Monica?"
I nodded.
"Believe me, we've seen it all before" he continued.
He handed back my license with a pensive thought on his brow.
"Listen Michael" he said, "because you were so brave about coming forward a couple of months ago, let me help you out since you obviously want to have Monica around. Come and see me on Tuesday afternoon late in the day, say around 4.00, and we'll go over and get you another license. My sister is the assistant manager of the DOT office, and I'm sure we can arrange something."
I smiled at Chief Perkins. "Thanks Chief" again in a small voice.
"Be good you two" he said as he tapped the roof of my car, and started walking away.
By the time we got back to my place, Susan was giving me a hard time. How had I organized to get a police sanctioned fake id?

The next morning I turned back to Mike again, although I would have been happy to stay as Monica for a little while longer. Dave came over just after lunch. He was bored, and had nothing to do, and if he stayed at home, his dad would have him doing chores.

After Dave left around 4.00, I took Susan home. On the way back I stopped by to see Mrs Frankston. She was very happy to see me and offered me banana cake. One of her sons had stopped by the previous day with his family, and she was grateful for that. She gossiped about her new neighbors in my old home, a family with four young children, who often ran up and down the driveway squealing. But she enjoyed the sounds of children having fun. Before I left, I put her rubbish bin out for collection.

I drove through the streets re-familiarizing myself with the paper delivery. There were eight changes, six cancellations and two new subscriptions. I was glad I'd done a refresh, because one of the new houses was hard to find, and three of the cancellations meant that I wouldn't have to go into a cul-de-sac.

The next week sped along, much like the previous, although I was getting up early to do the paper delivery. Tuesday afternoon I became Monica again and went down to see Chief Perkins. I was wearing the capri's again, and my ETF t-shirt. I got to his office a little after 4.00. He was in a meeting when I got there, and had to wait in the waiting area for about twenty minutes. I sat in the corner by a fake tree, turning sideways with a magazine every time someone entered, only lowering it when I had ascertained that it was no one I knew.

When he came out of his office, I was surprised to see Judge Lloyd with him. She came over and said hello, and asked what I was doing there. Chief Perkins said that he was helping me out with a documentation issue. She nodded, then turned to me and said
"Have you seen or heard anything about that Rogers boy, Monica"
"I heard from his ex girlfriend that he was kicked out of a nightclub in San Fran" I offered.
Judge Lloyd raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised I'd heard.
"Well, yes, and as a consequence of his actions, he also violated his probation" she said.
"Will that mean he'll end up in prison" I asked.
"Probably not, but likely a couple of weeks in a Juvenile facility, followed by tighter constraints on his whereabouts for the rest of his probation" she said. "Chief Perkins tells me that his parents have recently sold their home here, and are moving to south of LA in a few weeks."
"Oceanside, just north of San Diego, I believe" said Chief Perkins.
"Well Monica, nice to see you again." said Judge Lloyd, and she shook my hand.
"Thanks Judge Lloyd" I said as Chief Perkins walked her to the door of the waiting room. They had a quick conversation, and Judge Lloyd turned and waved, and then departed down the hallway.

I followed Chief Perkins down some hallways, then down some stairs into the basement to the back of the DOT offices.
As we entered, Chief Perkins called out to his sister. Grace.

Grace came out of her personal office. She was the only person remaining in the DOT, and was obviously expecting us.
She gave me a form to fill out for a license, then took me over to the wall for the photo. Grace then typed Monica's name and details from the form into the computer, inserted the photo, and clicked Print. While we waited for the license to be made, Chief Perkins signed the form and then Grace took the forms and filed them in one of the large filing cabinets on the back wall of the office. When she came back, she checked and then handed me the new license.
"Cool" was all I could manage.
"Now don't lose it" said Chief Perkins. "Next time you get pulled over as Monica, you should feel safer."
He smiled, and then escorted me back upstairs.

I drove home happy. So happy that I almost didn't notice that Dave's car was a couple of cars ahead of me, and he pulled into the side street by my apartment. I looped around into the parking area by the pizza place, so I could see my front door. Dave stood on my doorstep, having knocked on my door. He waited a couple of minutes, then went back to his car. Then my cell rang.
He wanted to know where I was, I told him I was at the Mall then probably going to Susan's. We arranged to meet at the rec center tomorrow after lunch. I watched him drive off shortly afterward. When I got home, I changed back to Mike. Sometimes I thought it would be easier if I could be just Mike, or just be Monica, but at the same time, knew I had to be both.

Wednesday, I met Dave at the pool. He had finished his summer school, and had done well on his two exams, so he'd still be on the senior football team for the new school year. He was looking forward to Friday, as that was when Helen was back in town. While I was at the pool, I tried to find Sam. We hadn't spoken in almost two weeks, and I'll admit that I missed her. She'd been there for me when Susan was grounded, and although I thought I understood her feelings and disappointment, I still wanted her to be my friend. Dave of course was happy I didn't find her.

On Thursday and Friday, I started to train a girl, Haley, for the paper delivery route. She seemed bright and responsible enough being a freshman this year, and I made sure she knew where the dark spots on the route were. I told her to take Saturday off, because on Monday she'd have to do the delivery, and I'd just follow
her around the route.

Friday night I rang, and finally got hold of Sam. She apologized for blowing me off for the past two weeks, but she was embarrassed and didn't want to get in my way now that Susan was no longer grounded. But she was pleased I'd called, and told me most of what she'd been doing since we'd last seen each other. She had a date arranged for Saturday night with one of Caz's friends from school older brother, who she thought was going to College in Stockton this coming year. She was worried he'd be a geek, or that she was a 'pity' date. I told her to stop putting herself down, and to have some fun even if she didn't like the guy, and to remember that he was more than likely more nervous than she was. I asked her to call me on Sunday to tell me how her date went.

The next morning I was late getting up and doing the paper route. By the time I'd finished my last delivery, it was just before 7.00. If it had been a weekday, there would have been several customers not very happy, but Saturday most people relax a little. Being such a nice day, i dawdled on my way back home, riding up through Main St, and then back past Susan's place. I then rode back past my old place and out to the ring road that looped around town. The exit off the ring road was uphill from where the shopping area by my apartment, and I had picked up plenty of speed, probably doing close to 25 miles an hour going down hill.

Suddenly, a car pulled out in front of me, from behind a delivery truck parked against the curb. I had no time to react or swerve and my bike hit the car just behind the rear wheel of the car. All I remember was the handle bars crunching into my chest and then I was somersaulting over the rear of the car out of breath and my chest on fire, then landing and rolling on the asphalt with my bike sort of landing on my left leg.

Then there was darkness as I passed out.

End of Book 1