Caitlin has more fallout from the sleepover and dealing with the first day of classes. Too many things are running through his head and he's not quite sure what to do about it.

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 12

“So I take it by the deer in the headlight look that I am right?” asked Alison.

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…

“Caitlin?”

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…

“Caitlin, stop freaking out. I’m not freaking am I?”

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…

“Oh for the love of…Caitlin, if I have to raise my voice the others will hear what’s going on. If that happens I’ll have to explain this to them. Do you want that?” she asked, staring me right in the eye.

I struggled to calm my breathing down, to stop panicking. “Uh…”

“Yes?”

“Uh…I can explain.” She sat there expectantly, looking at me calmly, without disgust. That surprised me. I thought for sure she would hate me. I explained to her how this had come to pass and all of that, I mean what recourse did I have in this situation?

She sat there calmly and smiled a bit. “I knew this would be a fun story but damn Caitlin, that’s pretty awesome. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to and if it hadn’t been the way the breasts felt I would never have known. You do this really well.”

A compliment? She gave me a compliment? But why, when I had sort of lied to her? Obviously the look on my face was clear.

“It’s okay. You’re my friend and that won’t change. Okay?”

I nodded, still stunned by everything. Alison smiled at me. “Let’s get some sleep. I’m tired and tomorrow is today.”

It took me a long time to fall asleep, my mind awhirl. I had been caught and I wasn’t in trouble? What? How did that happen exactly?

* * * * *

When I woke up the bed was empty. That gave me a brief moment of panic when last nights events entered my mind again. I had been caught out and now what the hell was I supposed to do? Not having a clue what to do I commandeered the bathroom and got changed.

Several of the others were asleep still so it was just Alison, Thuriya, Dawn and myself currently awake. Alison had made coffee and the smell was pervading the apartment with its wonderful smell. I headed there and filled a cup, adding the sugar in the raw and the heavy whipping cream that Alison had. My first sip made me sigh happily.

Dawn quipped, “Well, good morning to you too.”

“Sorry. Coffee needed to be had.”

“That reminds me of something rather blasphemous but funny in my opinion. What do you guys know of Islam?” replied Thuriya, looking amused.

“Bits and pieces. Why?” said Alison, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Okay. Do you know the profession of faith?”

The three of us all blinked at each other ad it was clear that we had no clue at all. Thuriya rolled her eyes and kept going. “It goes, There is no god but Allah and Muhammad is his Prophet. La illah bil Allah wa Muhammud rasul Allah. Now I first heard this in Arabic but I won’t repeat it that way, too close to the profession of faith. But it goes like this, There is no coffee but Coffee and Mocha is her Prophet.”

She tittered and the rest of us chuckled. It was funny but I had no idea how to take it. Was that going to get her into trouble? Alison seemed to really appreciate it. “Nice.”

“It’s stupid but I thought it was funny. In Arabic there is more of a play on the sounds of words in there, but that would be taking it too far in my opinion.”

Alison smirked. “I really never expected to hear anyone make a joke that used the metrical pattern of that particular phrase. I like it.”

“Maybe I’m not awake enough. I’m not sure I got it.” I admitted.

Dawn chuckled. “Have some more coffee, you’ll get it in no time.”

Esperanza came out at that point. “Morning everyone. Do you have any OJ Alison?”

The goth nodded and pulled out a carton. The Hispanic girl filled a glass and then took a drink. “Nice.”

Esperanza stretched and groaned as the muscles moved. The view was lovely but it also somehow reminded me of Meredith. I missed sleeping with her and I sure as hell needed to let her know that I had been found out. This was scary and I had to act like everything was normal.

While I fretted, Alison and Dawn got out some supplies and were making something. I glanced over and it looked like they were making pancake batter from scratch. “Do you guys need any help?”

Alleycat shrugged. “Set the table? No, just set out the plates and stuff. That way people can grab what they want. The syrup is in that cabinet.”

I got things set up, with Esperanza’s help. It wasn’t much but then again, who was I to look cross-eyed at from scratch pancakes. The smells of both coffee and pancakes began to permeate the other slumbering figures and they began to stir. They wiped sleep from their eyes and took in the lovely smells. Dawn called out, “Come and get it. First batch is up.”

I watched the first surge of girls. They grabbed some pancakes and moved on. Alison and Dawn had alternated their timing so that it almost seemed as if there were an unending stream of pancakes coming out. Finally I had mine and they were good. Certainly not the best I had ever had, which I kind of thought was a given, but they were tasty. And Alison had splurged on real maple syrup. Breakfast was a great goodness.

Things wrapped up and we all parted as friends, or at least on the path to becoming friends. That was good. I left early, wanting to get to Meredith and let her know what had happened. She could help me. She seemed to know how to deal with most anything and in a way this was her fault. She was the one who did everything to change me into the girl I was.

I headed up to the room and collapsed on the bed. This whole situation was getting more and more crazy by the moment. What was I going to do?

“Hey there sweetie, have fun?” Meredith came in and kissed me. It was nice and definitely what I needed at that moment.

“Merri, Alison knows.” I figured that it would be easier if I just said it outright.

Meredith sighed. “Crap. What the hell happened?”

I gave her a brief outline of the events and handed over the broken vagina. Meredith blinked in surprise. “You broke it?”

“Yes. I broke my vagina.” In the pause right after what I said we both clicked on what had just come out of my mouth and we just started laughing. That was absurd, but it was totally my life.

“I can fix this and make it better. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes please. I feel much more relaxed knowing that visually I can fake it for a short while.”

That was one of the things I found strangest about the whole situation. If I had the vagina on then I felt more like a woman and more like I could fake this. It was like a safety blanket for my gender. I know the idea was crazy but it was the best I could do right now.

I grabbed my book and found my usual place to curl up in the sun and read. School was getting ready to start and my life was falling apart. Well, maybe that wasn’t what was going on but it sure as hell felt like that. I let Hayden take me away to another world and didn’t dwell on this one.

* * * * *

I was nervous as I got dressed. Finally after all this time, the first day of classes had arrived. I was starting college as a girl and that was a bit disturbing, but mostly I was nervous about classes. My first class of the day was Introduction to Women’s Studies and I had no idea what the hell that entailed. One of the other girls in the House was with me, but I didn’t know her very well.

As I sat down I realized that maybe I shouldn’t have worn a skirt today. Maybe I should have worn jeans or shorts or something more androgynous. I was shifting in my seat uncomfortably. I was the only guy in the classroom and there was no way anyone could tell that I was one. I was a young woman starting college, and the cognitive dissonance of that hurt my brain.

The professor seemed nice but very intense. Apparently the field was broad, due to focusing on the role and nature of woman through art, history, science and other fields. It seemed fascinating, and certainly preferable to what was next, which was math. Math and I just didn’t really get along. I could never remember the order in which you solved problems and I never could remember some of the formulae. It was one of my few banes in school.

My last class was art appreciation. We leapt right into the lecture after she covered the syllabus, showing us slides of various works of art, giving us a quick overview of the subject. It seemed interesting and I was hoping that I would be able to remember all the things that were getting thrown at me. Thankfully tomorrow would be my light day, with only History and English as my only classes. This was all so confusing.

I got back to the House and headed to the kitchen for something to drink. Some of the tea would be last night and the House Mother almost always had a pitcher of it available. Once I filled a glass I went outside and just relaxed in one of the lounge chairs. Gah…what a day. It wasn’t quite information overload but between juggling the information on the different classes and trying to remember everything I needed to be a girl I just wanted to relax for a bit. I had to do the study hall thing tonight so I wasn’t all that stressed about getting in to my homework already.

I sipped the tea and felt the warmth of the sun leach into me. It was nice and I could almost fall asleep. What the hell was I going to do about the Alison situation? Meredith had implied that I should just stop fretting over it as it hadn’t sounded like Alison was going to make an issue of it. I just felt so unsure about things. Getting caught was uncomfortable enough, but not knowing what to say was almost worse. What should I do?

The question plagued me quite a bit as I slowly drifted to sleep in the sun.