Caitlin's life just keeps getting more and more bizarre. Rebecca was Pregnant? Who was the father? When did this happen? What was going on?

Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. There should be no way that these characters are like anyone else, but if that isn’t the case, it has definitely been unintentional. Also, if you happen to find that your life is represented in these pages, I’ll be impressed.

Sorority Boy
By poetheather
Chap 2

I froze and stared at her. I could feel my mouth fall open and my heart to start to race. Wha? When? Where? Whom? How? What? I gibbered a bit trying to come up with some response. What the…?

I looked at me with those weepy eyes for a bit before she finally cracked up, laughing at my expense yet again. “Oh my God Caitlin, I never thought you would be that gullible. The look on your face was priceless.”

As my brain started catching up with what was going on I narrowed my eyes, pissed off. How could she do that to me? Didn’t I have enough stress? “Bitch. That’s not funny.”

“No. It was. That was priceless. I wish I had thought to bring my camera. Gods that was funny.” Becca was hugging herself, trying to contain her humor.

I growled some, which only made Becca laugh harder. The other girls stopped and looked back, trying to figure out what was going on. When I noticed them looking I blushed and turned away. I couldn’t look at anyone because I was embarrassed by how I had looked. Gwen broke the silence and asked, “What’s going on?”

I looked at Becca and it was clear that she was going to tell them everything. Why me? I grumbled, as that was a pretty mean trick for her to pull. It’s not my fault that I generally believe anything she says. Most of the time she doesn’t do things like that, so I have no reason to doubt her. And then she pulls something like this, out of the blue, and freaks me out. Frigging Becca.

On the way back to the House Merri was still chuckling. She had found the whole thing wonderfully funny. She also wished that Becca had remembered to bring a camera along. “Sweetie, it’s all right. Stop being all grumpy. Becca just pulled a fast one on you, that’s all.”

“I know but that wasn’t funny. I really thought she was pregnant.” I was busy looking at the side mirror, avoiding direct eye contact.

“She said she hasn’t had sex in months, so how could she have gotten pregnant?” The voice she used was so calm and so logical that I almost wanted to strangle her as well.

“I don’t know. I just wasn’t expecting her to do something like that, okay.” I snapped.

Meredith drove on in silence for a bit. “I think you need to do some serious relaxing before you snap again. I know last week was rough, but is that any reason to be short with anyone? To be short with me?”

I sat quietly. Was that what was going on? Was I basically still fried over what had happened during Rush week? There had been so many ups and downs that just thinking about it made me dizzy. Maybe Becca’s idea of going home to visit everyone might be a good one? I could hang out with the folks and lounge around, not worrying about any of this other crap. “I’m sorry Merri. I didn’t realize that I was that tense and I don’t want to take it out on you.”

She smiled at me. “It’s all right. With classes coming up you need to take care of your stress levels or you won’t do anyone any good.”

“Oh, did Becca tell you about the trip home she is planning?”

Meredith looked confused as I mentioned that. It was pretty obvious that she had no idea what I was talking about. “Trip home?”

“Yeah. My mom wants to see me, as does Becca’s parents. I was told to invite you, since…well…you know.” I didn’t know why I couldn’t say girlfriend right then. It was odd and not exactly something I was really excited about. Why was I having trouble saying that? I didn’t know and it really bugged me. Was it because I was still mad?

“You know, I would like to go with you guys. It might be a lot of fun and we can find out things we can use to build your personal history.” replied Meredtih.

“My what?” I blinked at her, trying to figure out what she was talking about now.

“Caitlin, listen…there will be questions asked that you won’t have answers for. Building you a history as a girl will really help with that. It will be easy and fun. I am sure your Mom and such will help.” It all sounded so good, so easy. That only made me nervous. Wasn’t I ever able to escape all this girl stuff?

“Uhm…okay. You are the one who knows what to do in this.” I, of course, conceded. I mean, winning against Meredith was mostly a matter of luck at any time. Besides, it was probably something I had to do for the House anyway. They kept giving me things to do, in order to become more of a girl. As if things in my life weren’t confusing enough.

It was nice to realize that all the crazy drilling and such would stop now that two other girls were in the House who didn’t know about Richard. I could actually just kick back and not have to jump through as many hoops, if I was understanding things correctly. They wouldn’t be able to do all those exercises they had for me if there were two people who knew nothing about who and what I really was. Maybe I really needed to relax? After all, if I was as tense as both Becca and Merri were saying then I desperately needed it. Stressing over all this training was obviously not of any help in all of this.

I thought about it some more. Rush week had been crazy and an emotional rollercoaster. The lead up to that had been tough as well. Learning how to be something you aren’t isn’t an easy process. All that repetition of things was a bit much and having to swallow my pride and work at being someone I was hoping I wasn’t. The fact that I was losing track of who I was didn’t make me feel very secure in my masculinity, especially with all this femininity being beaten into me.

Maybe I really did need this break from things, but was I too stubborn to take it? Was I setting myself up to fail? “When can we go? Just thinking about this made me realize that I do need a break for a while.”

Meredith smiled. “Let’s check and find out. I’m ready to go when you are.”

When we got back to the House, the two of us headed back to the room and she called Becca. It was nice that the two important women in my life were getting along. Becca was my best friend and Merri was my love. If they had ended up hating each other, I think I would have had to cry. As it was the two of them together seemed unstoppable. Would she and my Mom click like that?

Merri chatted with Becca about things in such a way that I was barely able to follow things. She kept talking around things, or so I gathered. When she turned around she was smiling really wide. “Pack your bags sweetie…we’re leaving tonight.”

“Wait…what?” I had figured, maybe the weekend, but now? Oh God…what was I going to do? I started breathing quickly and my head was starting to spin. My hands were sweaty and I wiped them on my clothes.

Meredith came over and sat me down on the bed. “Caitlin…look at me. It’s okay. Your mom knows all about this and you will have me and Becks by your side through all of this as well. All you need to worry about is relaxing. We’ll deal with anything else. School is hard enough without starting it stressed out of your mind. Okay?”

I nodded. She kissed me on the cheek and then began to pack for both of us. It took about five or so minutes before I was feeling well enough to get up and help her. I was a little weak and felt a bit funny but I was mostly good to go.

She had already grabbed our bikinis and a number of comfy clothes and had started making piles for us to pack. She was very quick and efficient. It was obvious by looking at what she had grabbed that we would have no intention of really dressing up while we were out there. If I really had to spend a lot of time in town I think I would just lose it. What if someone recognized me? I mean, my face was the same and I looked just like me in a dress. And with Becca there, surely they would figure out who I was. What if they called the school? What if they called the cops? Could I get arrested for this?

My heart started beating really hard and fast and I heard the blood rushing in my ears. It sounded really strange. The world seemed to slow and then I felt a sharp pain crush my chest. Needle like pain flared down my right arm, all the way to my fingertips. I flopped over onto the bed, unable to keep myself up. The pain was almost unbearable.

Merri spun quickly and rushed over to me. Her voice sounded like it was from down a well, echoing funny, sounding distant. Her face was clearly worried. “Sweetie…what’s wrong?”

I tried to speak but the words wouldn’t make it out. My lips felt tingly and the edges of my eyesight were starting to grey out. Merri flung open the door and screamed, “Sarah!!”

I tried to think about who Sarah was but I couldn’t really process anything. It was kind of an odd thing for her to do…right?

Looking up at her worried face I wanted to tell Merri that I thought I was okay but my voice just didn’t seem to work. Nothing I tired to say came out. I was getting a bit confused about why I was having this problem.

My vision darkened even more. It was almost as if the lights were on a dimmer. Why couldn’t I say anything? Was it…could it be…but at my age?

My chest ached, my stomach churned unhappily and I just wanted to close my eyes and rest. Surely Meredith wouldn’t mind if I did that…right?

I was just tired………

……………righ…?