CHAPTER 13: Motel

 

Jollibee

We got on the way again and passed Toledo. At around Two PM, we went to a little greasy spoon in Cleveland I can’t remember the name of, but they had a great meatball and cheese sandwich with their own chicken-and-beef meatballs and provolone cheese on a fresh Italian roll with a side of coleslaw. I had a big ice-cold bottle of mineral water to go with the sandwich and a big chocolate chip cookie. For some reason, I seem to have been indulging in sweets all day – in fact, I had already gone through one-half of one of the donut six packs already.

The others both got a chicken salad on rye, and Dr. Castellanos had another coffee.

The short-order cook kept smiling at me, and I thought the guy was cracked or something. I ignored him and just concentrated on my brownie.

I complained a little bit that we didn’t get to see anything, but Dr. Griffin said it was just Cleveland – sightseeing was just not something people usually do in Cleveland (she joked), and besides, we needed to be in Saint John by tomorrow…

We left the little diner and continued on our way, with Dr. Griffin taking over driving duties. We passed Erie, Buffalo, and Syracuse and by nine PM, we ended up in Albany, New York. Dr, Griffin asked me to look for a nice motel nearby. I picked what looked to be a good one based on the feedback and pictures on Yelp, but the main reason I picked it was because of the free internet it offered.

We left most of our luggage in the van and we just brought our essentials – for me, that just meant my overnighter. I was the last one, so I ended up locking the van and pocketing the keys.

Dr. Castellanos got us three rooms with adjoining doors on the second floor, and then we went across the street to a fast-food place called Jollibee. Instead of a clown, its mascot was a big bee with a red busboy’s jacket and what looked like a white chef’s hat. But just like Daffy and Daisy Duck - no pants heheheh. The nice Filipino girl behind the counter sadly said they were closing already, but we could still order take-out, so I picked a Jollibee “yumburger with cheese.” But, looking at the sizes of the burgers the people in the place were eating, I decided to order a couple instead of just one. I also ordered a large fries, a large Coke, a bottle of water, and, looking at the menu above, I also got a couple of “peach mango pies” (peach plus mango… mmm…).

When we got back to the motel, Dr. Griffin and Dr. Castellanos said they’re gonna have a bath and some dinner. Even though I was just a passenger, I was beat, and it would be great to get a hot shower. Road trips do that to you.

After I closed my door, I shook out the laundry bag Ma packed, shucked my clothes, and dumped them in the bag. I got a pair of red plaid pajama shorts and a plain white square-neck tank top and a fresh pair of bikini panties. I stopped a bit and fished out the bra pads from the bralette. I might not have enough pads to last me the week so best save it.

Instead of unpacking a towel, I just used the towel in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, had a shower (I was still feeling a little weirded out by my new junk, so I just did a quick wash down there), and changed into my fresh change of clothes. I then took my “yumburgers,” coke, fries and pies to the corner table near the window.

So as not to lose the do, I lightly rubbed my hair, used my hair dryer which I brought, and simultaneously lightly brushed it the way Andre said so that I don’t take out the styling. If I keep on doing that, my hairstyle should last me a while. As Andre instructed, I shouldn’t dry it completely, and just let it dry out on its own. The danger was that, if I did, and I was going straight to bed, I’m going to get bedhead when I woke up. So that meant I had to stay up until my hair was completely dry.

That was okay since I was gonna call my folks and Carla & Michael anyway.

As I sat down, I found my shirt rubbing my nipples, which was irritating. I pulled out a fresh bralette and picked the smallest bra pads I had in the bralette’s pockets. I took off the tank top, put on the bralette, and then put the tank back on.

I opened my laptop and then clicked Carla’s Viber. I took a deep breath and prepared myself.

Carla

After a few moments, Carla logged on and I could see her on my screen.

“Hey, Val,” she said and then put her hands on her cheek. “Ohmigod! What are you wearing!”

I smiled wanly. “Hi, Carla.”

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod…” she repeated.

“Carla, stop it!”

“I’m sorry, Val. But ohmigod!”

I sighed and just ignored her. “So did you get to talk to Mr. Daimon?”

“Yes, Mr. Daimon explained. Poor Val… I’m so sorry, Val.”

“S’okay, Carla.”

“So all this time, my friend Val has been a girl instead of a guy. Too bad…”

“What do you mean, ‘too bad?’”

“Well, I guess it’s okay to tell you now… I’ve had a crush on you ever since we met. But now that, you know, you’re a girl, too, I guess I don’t anymore.”

I felt a bit sad about that. “Can we still be friends? Even if I’m a girl now?”

“What’re you talking about! Of course, we’re still friends!”

“I sighed. “Thank god for that.”

So… How’re you doing? I like the look. Very vacation-y. I especially like the -” she pulled at her bra strap.

“What?”

“Your bra strap’s showing. Sexy, but in a casual way.”

“Oh. Didn’t even know that…”

Are you, like, wearing falsies? Can’t be you already have boobs. Mr. Daimon said it’d take time for hormones to start working. What have they done to you anyway? Boob job?”

“Bra pads. Had to have them on – I would look ridiculous if I was as flat as an ironing board.”

“I’m not complaining. You look pretty sexy. Especially with the highlights and the new cut.”

“Ma said some choice words about my hair, so she brought me to her hairdresser. And Voila!”

“Lookin’ sexy ‘n sassy, Val!”

We both giggled.

“What made you think of going en femme all the way, anyway? Don’t you still have your old bits?”

“I told my folks there’s no going back anymore, so I might as well get used to things.”

“So?”

“I’m still a little jittery about things, but I think I can stand being a girl,” I laughed.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a girl!”

“I know that! I’m just… worried if I can…”

“Val – shhh… It’s fine. I know what you’re saying. But at least you’ll have one friend to help you out.”

“Yeah? Thank you, Carla.”

She smiled delightedly. “What’re friends for?”

I unwrapped one of my still-warm yumburgers and had a bite. It tasted different, like it was much more savory than, say, a Big Mac. I liked it. Carla excused herself for a minute and then came back with a bowl of Newman’s Own microwave popcorn, and we chowed down at the same time. It felt just like one of our little chats in her house. The only thing missing was Michael.

I told her about our cover story – the intersex thing, but the bulk of it she (and Michael) already knew. I told her about Dr. Castellanos, though –the lady in charge of the clinic and Troy House, and how drop-dead gorgeous she was. But she wasn’t snooty or stuck-up at all – she was super-friendly. I told her everything she and Dr. Griffin told me about Archimedes Genomics and Troy House, except for the whole god thing, of course.

I also told her my worries about someone finding out that I was masquerading as a girl, and how I thought my voice sounded. “What do you think of my voice?” I asked.

“Let me hear some,” she said.

“So what do you want me to say?” (Singsong and lilt!)

“Anything at all.”

“’Anything at all.’”

“No, say something else.”

“’No, say something else.’”

“Stop it!”

“’Stop it!’”

“Val!”

“’Val!’”

“I quit!”

I couldn’t stop myself anymore and broke down laughing. After a minute or so, I finally got myself under control.

“You sound fine,” Carla said coolly.

“What?”

“I said you sound fine,” she said grumpily.

“That was mean of me. I’m sorry, Carla.”

She smiled. “You know just how to get me to forgive the stupid stuff you do.”

“Yep, I do!” And we both giggled.

“Hey, do you think we should call Michael?”

“Let me conference him into our Viber call,” Carla said.

After a few moments, Michael logged on and I could see all three of us on my screen.

“Hey, Carla. Hey, Val,” Michael said and then slapped his forehead. “Ohmigod, Val! What are you wearing!”

“Hi, Michael.”

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod…” he repeated.

Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Ohmigod!

After our talk, my cell beeped – Dad just texted, asking why I haven’t called yet. So I said goodbye to Carla and Michael and then clicked Dad’s Viber link.

After a few moments, I could see Ma and Dad on my screen.

“Hi, guys,” I said, waving to them.

“Val!” Ma said. “Finally! We’ve been waiting hours and hours! Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine Ma. Sorry – I was chatting with Carla and Michael, and the time got away from me. They haven’t seen me for five days, so I thought I owed them an explanation.”

“Ahhh. That’s okay then. How’re you, honey? How’s the trip been so far?”

So I told them everything that happened, often giving them a blow-by-blow. Dad wanted to know about Dr. Castellanos, and Ma looked at Dad with a raised eyebrow while I was telling them about her, and Dad hanging on to my every word.

“We’re currently in a motel in Albany, New York,” I said, “and, according to Dr. Griffin, we’re still on schedule.”

I unwrapped my second yumburger and took a bite.

“What’s that?” Dad asked.

“It’s a yumburger,” I said, and I told him about Jollibee. “It’s actually pretty good,” I said, “tastier than a regular burger. It’s just a little bit undersized. This is actually my second.”

“I’ve heard of Jollibee!” Dad said. “Did you get a peach-mango pie?”

I grabbed my pies and showed Dad, showing them in a ‘V.’

“I’m jealous,” he said. “Tell me how it tastes later, ‘kay?”

“Val, honey,” Ma interjected, “Mr. Daimon called, and he said that all the costs will be covered by the school – it’s part of the scholarship contract.”

“Yeah,” Dad said. “I checked the contract, and it confirms what Mr. Daimon said. So everything medical, or medically related – the school will cover.”

“Oh, Ma, Dr. Griffin mentioned something we didn’t think about. About changing my name and gender on my papers officially. She said the school will take care of it, but it’s not ‘medical.’ Dad? Can you contact Mr. Daimon, and if you can confirm it?”

“I’ll do it tomorrow, Val,” Dad said.

“Val?” Ma said. “Have you thought of what you want your new name to be?”

“Yeah, Ma. After thinking of it, I thought of ‘Faye Valentine.’ It sounds great, and I can still be ‘Val’ to everyone.”

“That sounds like a great name, Val,”

“Are you sure, Ma? You don’t mind? ‘I’m not gonna be ‘Val Edward’ anymore…”

“I love your new name, sweetie,” she said, smiling. “My new daughter – Faye Valentine.”

“Thanks, Ma.”

After some more chatting, we said good night. Just as I closed the app, someone knocked on the connecting door. That would be Dr. Castellanos.

“Just a sec!” I called. I hurried over and pushed open my door (the door opened outwards, into the other room). “Hey, Dr. Castellanos…” My jaw dropped with practically an audible snap. That was because she was in a very sexy teddie.

“Hey, Val,” she said casually. “Maia and I just wanted to say good night. Be sure to be ready by eight AM tomorrow morning. Okay, dear?”

I nodded dumbly, and she just giggled, noticing my difficulty. She gave me a hug, and that practically blew the top of my head off.

“Good night!” she said and closed our adjoining door.

Ohmigod!

I finally understood the phrase, “Keep it in your pants!” For the first time since my gender change, I found myself horny. And how! The sensations were a bit different from when I was still a guy but similar, and my vulva was feeling warm and sensitive - actually, my entire crotch was nice and tingly, as well as the insides of my arms, sides, and my… I guess chest instead of breasts since I didn’t have any yet. And I couldn’t stand how sensitive my nipples were, and how much they were standing at attention.

Is this how it feels like for a girl? For a guy, it was more... crotch centered. And what I was feeling was more spread out, though the feelings in my, um, vulva were just as strong as I used to have in my penis before, but there were more parts involved now, like the inside of my vagina, my labia, and my clitoris (which was at attention as well). Ohmigod!

Aside from being horny, I was also feeling sexy. Unbelievably sexy. If there was someone else in my room, I’d probably jump her. Or him. At this moment, I don’t really care which. Echoing Carla and Michael earlier, I was saying “ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod” over and over in my head. In fact, if Carla or Michael was here, I’d jump their bones now. I even thought, if both were here, I’d probably jump them both.

As I stood there and felt the feelings and sensations shooting through me and trying to understand them, and I recalled how Dr. Castellanos looked, I then realized that Dr. Griffin was under the sheets and in her bed! She was only covered from her stomach down - she probably thought that I wouldn’t see her. But I was standing on the far-left side of the door, toward the door hinges, which allowed me to see most of Dr. Castellanos’ room – usually, one would be standing nearer the doorknob, but I wasn’t. So I saw Dr. Griffin. And she was in a sexy teddie as well!

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!” I said aloud.

 

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