Rights reserved by author
I roll out of bed noticing my breast forms feel a bit snug. ‘Why in hell did I wear these to bed? That was stupid,’ Jean is staring at me as she sits on the bed wearing her pajamas laughing.
“God what a pussy, you love your tits so much you kept the falsies on all night.” She reaches over placing her hand on my bare leg. Her fingers splay against an exposed thigh caused when my sleep shirt pulled up under me as I sat forward.
‘What is she doing?’ That is my first thought as I jump up rushing to the bathroom. I look down to see what changes occurred overnight. I feel like my nether region is stretched out. I reach down touching my bottom to experience an over sensitive strange tingle. The sensation definitely suggests something is off. My crease is spreading furrowing deeper. My legs shock me appearing smoother curved in a way they should not revealing a far more feminine affect. I step into the shower realizing I left my clothes on the bed. “Jean,” I call unsure if I should do so. “Will you bring in my clothes? I forgot them.” As the water cascades over me I hear the door open. Jean’s fingers are seen over the top of the rod sliding the curtain back. “Jean what are you doing? You are naked. I will be out in a minute.”
“You asked me to bring in your clothes remember,”
I see a glint in her eyes as she steps into the shower. “Why waste water,” she murmurs as she stands there too close for my comfort. “Let me wash your back then you can do mine.”
This is not like Jean at all she is scaring me. I turn to face her with a wary eye. Whack! she kisses me. It is the same kiss we exchanged before that nearly set me on fire. I step back my eyes must have betrayed my shock. Jean maintains her soft gaze as she touches my breasts forms. It sends a shiver through me as I sense a nipple tightening. What the hell is she doing?
“Holy shit,” she exclaims, “You felt that.”
“Of course I did you squeezed my tit.” I started laughing at the sound of my stupid statement.
“Andréa you felt it. I mean there is a definite reaction. Plastic nipples are not supposed to go taut like that. You can’t deny you felt a tingle and it was not from your chest yielding from forms pulling. It was from the cute little button there.”
In horror of her meaning I tried to deny it but the brat continued to kneed my buttons. Now I’m whimpering almost feeling like I am about to explode. I generate a forced rebuttal Jean appeared to take as a denial of what I felt. She keeps it up until my knees feel like they are about to buckle. Jean suddenly slaps my bare butt and laughs. It is like she suddenly came to her senses knowing she is going too far.
“I’m only teasing go ahead and finish your shower. I will get out of here and leave you alone.”
It was over she skips out of the shower sliding the curtain in place like nothing happened. I hear the bathroom door close. Now I’m standing here enjoying the warm water wary as even more tingling is generating from my body. It is almost erotic. Well it is erotic. To make it worse I begin to fantasize over my dream girl in the other room. I hurry knowing Jean has to shower as well and I don’t want to use up her time or all the hot water. I should have let her stay. What is the big deal?
When I enter the bedroom Jean is sitting on the edge of the bed feet dangling covered by only a towel wrapped around her. “It is about time. What happened to your forms?”
“I’m wearing them,” I answered. “You saw them.” She bounces off the bed dropping her towel revealing her perfect rear. She turns to face me which excites the Andy inside. ‘Christ Jean what is happening to you?’ I think.
“You are not wearing your forms, those are real babe,” Jean replied in a teasing voice.
Without waiting for an answer she disappears behind the bathroom door. Now I’m left sitting on the bed wearing nothing but panties and a bra insisting to myself “I am wearing them.” I must have said that out loud because I hear a voice behind a closed door.
“No you’re not.”
I can’t help it I must take these off to convince myself. I know, I’ll throw them at jean when she steps out. That will get her attention. I remove my B-cup bra shocked when I see the label. B-cup I went to bed wearing an A-cup. What is going on? I reach for the glue remover. Yeah glue remover. I’m a guy how do I know what this shit is called? I squeeze the tube along the edges like I did every time before except something isn’t right. Some of the remover is spilled on my left tit and the cold sends shivers through me causing a loud, “eep.” I hear Jean’s voice.
“Quit playing with yourself I will be right out to take care of your need.”
I can hear her laughing as it drowns out my silent screams. These things won’t come off and those nipples are rock hard.
“Holy shit your girls have grown a full size over night. Let me see.” The expression on Jean’s face tells me I’m in trouble. She wastes no time dropping herself onto the bed so close her shoulder presses against mine. I can’t turn my eyes from her she is so beautiful. Again Jean reaches out touching my nipples tracing her fingers against each. She touches first my left then the right slowly, tenderly. I fight to refrain from whimpering I am on fire when she pulls pack.
“Still not dressed Andréa, I don’t blame you a guy has to explore residual effects caused by his magic forms. Are you convinced yet?”
“Jean this is scaring the hell out of me what is going on?”
“I have no idea love but I have to check.”
Again I am shocked I comply as she orders me to stand up. She hooks her fingers one hand on each hip under the band of my panties. In one swift move I feel them fall to the floor. My eyes fix on hers transmitting unspoken words that would have said, “What the fuck are you doing?” She falls to her knees before me staring.
“Jesus you have definite Venus mounds, Christ Andrew what did you do? Don’t answer don’t move.”
Frozen in place her fingers pry into my nether area. The area I refuse to view. Suddenly I’m shaking. My knees begin to crumble when her fingers hit something causing an earthquake. I fall back on the bed as Jean begins to laugh.
“That Sanctuary place did a number on you. Andrew is no more. Andi I have to go there to find out what the hell is going on.”
I interrupt her accusing, “Sure you want to get an appendage to do permanent damage to the new girl.”
Jean interrupts her giggling by confessing, “I’d like nothing better than that. To get you in a family way absolves me of squeezing out rug rats myself. You can do that. I promise to make an honest woman out of you. I do love you. Look at the time,” she suddenly interrupts herself by a convenient shift. “We have to get out of here.”
“Hold on I have finish dressing.” That is when the pile of clothes comes into my view terrifying me. “Jean, how in hell am I going to get away with this? We cannot present as two Jean Phillips at school.” She squeezes my wrist leading me toward the dressing table dropping those frilly clothes next to me.
“Andréa did you forget or did you chicken out? You are Jean and I’m Andrew for today. Remember I want to see if I can get away faking maleness. This is test for tonight at Sanctuary. You my dear girl make yourself pretty I need to put on the finishing touches.”
Jean turns to rummage through her dresser while I sit there staring at my pile. Finally I begin by slipping on a dark silky camisole its sexy fabric excites my girls. Next I cover it by buttoning up a cream colored oxford cloth blouse leaving the top two buttons open. I’ve seen this effect on girls when they allow their camisole to show through. I step into a lacy white half slip again feeling a sensual tremor. I sit quietly watching Jean primp doing something to her hair then return to my task at hand. My skirt, the heather wool pleated knee length skirt is stepped into covering my lacy undergarment. I am almost ready when I brush aside my chestnut bangs placing tiny gold maple leaf earrings then let the hair fall back. “Done,” I squeak while holding back a frightening discovery my ears are pierced.
My girlfriend rushes over to hug me. She stares with an appreciative gaze and I feel as if whatever I’ve done I look good.
I am sitting on the edge of my bed when I feel the mattress move. It is Andréa stirring tied up in the sheets I laugh as she fights with her night shirt knotted around her. She is pulling on her falsies which make me laugh louder. I could not resist my comment that must have sounded rather mean. I could not help myself. “God what a pussy, you love your tits so much you kept the falsies on all night.” I leaned over to reassure her by placing my hand on her bare leg. Something strange came over me as I absently splayed my fingers against her exposed thigh.
Andi appeared rightfully alarmed even I could not explain my out of bounds behavior. It must have freaked her as Andréa ran like a scared deer to the toilet. She is gone like forever I must have really freaked her out. Resolving to present my best manners I waited for her to come out. About ten minutes later I hear her call, “Will you bring in my clothes I forgot them.”
I step off the bed picking up her clothes that mom neatly hung up. I included new packages of panties and a bra. I must confess I am wrapped in a towel having intended to grab a shower but Andi beat me to it. As I pick up the clothes almost reaching the bathroom door the towel falls away. With my hands full I did not bother to pick it up. I never could get the hang of the female towel wrap.
The only way I can get the door open is to push it with my foot. It pops open and I hear Andi freaking out. I slide the curtain back forgetting I am naked to hear, “Jean what are you doing? You are naked I will be out in a minute.”
Shit I did it again, freak out my only friend twice in a half hour. Now she is staring at me like I’m an ax murder Anthony Perkins reincarnated. I drop the school clothes on the stool to see Andi looking upon them like strange objects she has never seen before.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
I shrugged answering, “You asked me to bring in your clothes remember,” I have this strange feeling from somewhere I cannot explain. This compulsion is directing me to do the dumbest thing. It restarts when I open my mouth. “Why waste water,” I say teasingly drawing close to Andi. I sense her tensing so I offer “Let me wash your back then you can do mine.” In a playful mood my fingers gently caress her bare back and she turns. I swear I did not plan this as I kissed her. It was not one of those friendly pecks you give another girl. It is the same kiss we exchanged before that nearly caused a five alarm fire.
I can see her fear as she steps back but again I feel like I am possessed. I reach out to touch her breasts forms not understanding why in hell she is wearing them in the shower. Andi shivers as if she felt the touch and I know you won’t believe it but I can see as plain as day her nipple tightening. “Holy shit,” I yell, “You felt that!” Her response seemed idiotic when she answered.
“Of course I did you squeezed my tit.”
Then she starts that school girl nervous laugh like she is trying to hide abject fear. That fucking annoying voice goes off in my head saying, ‘take her, take her.’ I push it back deep inside wherever it came from. “Andréa you felt it. I mean there is a definite reaction. Plastic nipples are not supposed to go taut like that. You can’t deny it you felt a tingle and it was not on your chest caused by the form pulling. It was from the cute little button there.”
Andréa tried to deny it while I continued to kneed her nipples while that voice emitted a hideous laugh. Andréa is whimpering while I am fighting off an invisible monster. I am beginning to hate myself. I can see her beginning to surrender as the voice eggs me on. ‘Fuck you’ I yell in my head and suddenly pat Andréa’s bare butt laughing. My attempt to break the spell apparently worked because whatever it is shut the fuck up. I did not want to scare her anymore than she is so I chalked my actions up to kidding around. I doubt she believed it I wouldn’t “I’m only teasing go ahead and finish your shower. I will get out of here and leave you alone.”
I stepped out of the shower closing the curtain going back into the bed room. I managed to do the female towel wrap and sat on the bed waiting for Andréa to come out so I can take my shower. Several minutes later she comes out of the bathroom. I ask her about those weird breasts forms. “It’s about time. What happened to your forms?”
“I’m wearing them,” she answered adding “You saw them.”
In response I bounce off the bed and once again my towel drops off. I am always messing this towel tie up. To hell with it, I pick up the towel slipping it under my arm. I reach for the bathroom door as Andréa sits on the edge on the bed wearing nothing but panties and bra. I stare blankly at Andréa as I’m still bothered by her fake tits. “I will try again what happened to your forms? You are not wearing plastic those are real babe.”
Without waiting for an answer I step into the bathroom as I close the door I hear her say.
“I am wearing them.”
Before turning on the water I shout, “No you’re not.” Even with the water running I can hear her sorting her clothes complaining about something. I’m still in one of those moods so I shout.
“Quit playing with yourself I will be right out to take care of your need.” It is yet one more forced comment I did not make by myself.
When I finally finish and walk into the room I cannot believe what I am seeing. “Holy shit those girls of yours grown a full size over night. Let me see.” In total disbelief I sit next to her. I can feel her shoulder pressing against mine. I can’t turn my eyes from her she is so beautiful. Here goes that voice again my head feels like it is going to explode. ‘Touch her, touch her, don’t be a pussy be a man she is begging for you to act.’
My fingers reach toward Andréa who does not move. ‘I told you’ goes off in my head. ‘Shut up!’ I want to scream. Her nipples are so soft so pliable so lovely. I trace each one with my nails and feel Andréa purring. Suddenly an urge to suckle is fought off by my resolution to tell whoever is in my head to fuck off. I am fighting this turmoil while Andréa sits there in a state of confusion still in only panties and bra. She finally speaks
“Jean this is scaring the hell out of me what is going on?”
“I have no idea love but I have to check.”
I pull her to her feet again doing something I have little control over. I hook my fingers one hand on each hip under the band of Andréa’s panties. In one swift move they fall to the floor. My eyes fix on hers with a feeling of lust.
Andréa demands, “What the fuck are you doing?”
Silently I fall to my knees saying. “Jesus you have definite Venus mounds, Christ Andrew what did you do? Don’t answer don’t move.” I touch her nether area as she trembles with fear and anticipation. Once again the voice is strong ordering me to violate my best friend. My fingers touch her clitoris causing a definite sexual tension. ‘Use your tongue’ the voice demands. ‘Go to hell,’ I reply. I gently push Andréa back on the bed and laugh as I fall to the floor. I hear myself say, “That Sanctuary place did a number on you. Andrew is no more and I have to go there to find out what the hell is going on.”
Andréa said something that went right over my head, something about growing an appendage. Is that it? Is this some kind of wicked game an evil entity is playing on us? I will not comply. I am stronger than this. I concentrate real hard sending a message. ‘Okay asshole I know what your game is. Bring it on so I can kick your sorry ass. What nothing to say? As I thought you are nothing but a fucking coward.’ I turn to Andréa again using a soft joking tone. “Still not dressed I don’t blame you a guy has to explore trying out what his magic forms caused. Are you convinced yet?”
I can read Andréa‘s fear in her voice. “Jean this is scaring the hell out of me what is going on?”
Somewhere down deep there are battle lines being drawn and I’m short on holy water crucifixes, garlic and silver bullets. This is the way I react under stress like I did when Jennifer ruined my reputation. My reaction is to pull my shields up. I’m still isolated from everybody. Only recently I took a risk letting Andi into my private safe space. Shaken by my strange behavior I’m imaging voices to deny I’m lusting over a girl. Andréa did nothing for me when she was Andrew Lyons. But now, I have this urgent need to make love to her. This is not me so I manufacture demons to excuse my behavior.
Andréa says something right out of left field like the demon is in her head as he’s in mine. “Sure you want to get an appendage to do permanent damage to the new girl.”
God how little Andréa knows that’s exactly what the entity wants and I have no idea why. I do know that I love Andrew Lyons and he is lost to me forever. There is little doubt Andréa is here permanently. If growing an appendage is what I need to do to love Andrew that is what I must do. “I’d like nothing better than that. To get you in a family way absolves me of squeezing out rug rats myself. You can do that. I promise to make an honest woman out of you. I do love you. Look at the time; we have to get out of here.” I think my wise ass comment fell flat as Andréa changed the subject like she never heard me.
Andréa interrupts “Hold on I have finish dressing. Jean how in hell am I going to get away with this? We cannot present two Jean Phillips at school.”
I squeeze her wrist leading Andréa toward the dressing table dropping those frilly clothes next to her.
“Andréa did you forget or did you chicken out. You are Jean and I’m Andrew for today. Remember I want to see if I can get away faking maleness. This is test for tonight at Sanctuary. You my dear girl make yourself pretty I need to put on the finishing touches.”
I watch Andréa until she claims she is done. I rush over to hug her confused as to which one of us is the girlfriend. I stare at Andréa beholding quite an image. The wool pleated skirt appears heavenly against her skin conservative enough to cover flesh above her knees. It is the school’s legal limit. The cream oxford is perfect to accentuate her appealing breasts.
It was not easy getting out the door without mom spotting my hair do. Andréa laughed her butt off when she saw it after I removed my ball cap in the car. It worked just as it did yesterday. I managed to comb it out making it appear like Andrew’s before his changes. The good news is my A-cups are small enough to hide under this bulky sweater. The Wranglers I’m wearing appear to be the same as Andy’s so everything is cool so far. Andréa shifts into drive pulling out into traffic like a pro. It fascinates me to watch how smoothly she manages the stick. My eyes are focused on those legs. ‘Geeze ’parker’ your legs never looked that good. And those tits God they are amazing.’ I froze on the latter thought. It was not mine I don’t use that word. I catch a glimpse of an evil grin in the rearview mirror. I know that face but the clown does not know I know. He is watching me and I don’t back down.
He is transmitting again telling me in another night Andréa becomes pregnant because I am going to screw her brains out. I simply stare into the mirror flipping him off. “Hey Andréa, do you remember what that Troy asshole looked like?” She passes a glance like I’m crazy then describes the guy in the mirror. I flip him off again concentrating. ‘Gotcha asshole he who shall not be named is fingered. Told ya I get ya. I know one other thing fool. You jokers feed on fear. In case you don’t know I’m laughing at you. Do yourself a favor before all your friends in hell point and laugh. Get lost.’ I look in the mirror to see he is gone. Who the fuck am I kidding I’m scared shitless.
Andréa is beyond quiet as we near the school. “What’s wrong Phillips has the cat got your tongue?” I see her blinking and I know what that means she is deep thought. “Lyons, spill” I command. Instead of answering she pulls to the curb.
“Remember we switched places? Shouldn’t you be driving Andrew’s car? You are pretending to be me.” Andréa gets out of the car walking around to my side. I pop into the driver’s seat as Andrew slides into the passenger’s side. I stifle a giggle watching Andrew smooth Andréa’s skirt. I repeat myself, “Lyons, spill.”
“Jean they are trying to screw us over.”
“Who,” I nearly demand, “Who is trying to screw us over?”
“That Sanctuary house and I know you know that is why you asked about Troy isn’t it?”
Now it is my turn to blink as I rest my fingers on her sexy knee, this time it is not Troy doing it. She has a fantastic knee. “What are you talking about?”
“It is Troy; he came to me in my sleep. He said he is going to seal my fate. He said you will grow a big stick that I will worship and bear his children.”
“Don’t worry about it; it is just a stupid dream. I’ll kick his ass for you if that’s what it takes.” She appeared to settle down though her gaze remains doubtful. Just as we pulled into St. Michaels’ lot I saw more trouble. Dave Bemis is sitting there watching us. Dave is Jennifer’s brother and I can only guess what he wants. “There is your big dick Andréa standing right there.”
I notice Dave Bemis sitting on a bench looking like he wants to say something. I glance to my friend Jean noting her anxiety. She walks around the car wearing her Andrew costume opening the door for me. Good I need the help sliding out avoiding flashing anyone as my skirt wants to lift. Getting my hands in the right place to smooth it is not an easy task. For girls it is a learned trait coming naturally. They have committed this act forever. Lyon’s takes my hand smiling. Okay I know Jean’s name is Phillips but right now she appears to be Lyons. His touch feels great; I could grow to like this. “Don’t worry,” I say, “you can pull off being me. Nobody talks to me ever so being ignored makes this easy.” The new Andrew laughs.
“You my dear girl are in for a shock. That outfit you are wearing will set a record number of erections. As Jean I may have been ignored but babe you have made yourself a prime target. I will stay close. Not that I am such a good guy I’m counting on all the cred little Andrew Lyons is about to receive.”
My first mistake almost happened when I walked straight to Andrew’s locker. Jean being the sharper of the two took my arm and kissed me in the hall. I think everybody for three miles saw that creating quite a stir. I am about to protest when I discovered I am facing the opposite row of lockers. Right there is Jean’s locker on the other side of the hall from mine. “I get it, smooth move.”
I can feel Jean’s hands gently push me forward as she whispers. “Andréa that kiss is more for Lyons than for the most beautiful girl in school known as you. Think what that kiss will do for poor little Andrew’s standing.” I laugh trying to remember her combination as my painted nails twist the dial. I grab a few books sensing every eye in on me. My friend is quickly at my side taking my hand as we walked to class. There is no mistake to all watching the new Andrew Lyons is making a statement.
Every class seemed the same except every eye is on me. There are none of the school princesses in honors classes through more than one of the girls in here is cute. Those cute girls appear horrified that plain quiet shunned Jean Phillips suddenly demolished their cute standing as she flew right by them. Having been a guy all my life I quickly learned what those stares represent. It is not admiration it is envy. Regarding the looks from guys, oh yeah I know what that is about. To tell the truth I love it. I’m sitting back enjoying the power.
Jean is not playing by the rules. Her Andrew persona is sitting next to me in every class. Then in the cafeteria after he walked me down the hall his hand splayed on my hip showing ownership he sits with me at Jean’s private table. I know some of this is my fault. I could have pushed that hand away at any time but I wanted it there. My mind is screaming not nice descriptive words in my head. I don’t care after a life time of being ignored I love the attention even if it is turned upside down.
We no sooner sat down to eat when the shit hit the fan. Lisa Marino and Sally Brockton plunk down their top ten butts at our table. The rule is nobody sits at either of our tables. It is bad enough Andrew’s table is vacant because he is the first to break the rule. I think it was Lisa who spoke but it might have been both of them in unison. I could tell by Jean’s or should I say Lyon’s expression she is stunned as well.
“I am so sorry Jean for how you’ve been treated when all along it was that evil bitch Jennifer.”
We both looked at the girls having no clue. They could read our expressions thankfully clearing up their spontaneous soliloquy.
“You don’t know it’s all over the internet. I bet Jennifer is gone into hiding. Her brother Dave found her diary explaining how she shafted you because she wanted a guy who liked you. She called you the permanent ice virgin. Told how you ran away when O’Riley tried to have sex with you in the back seat. Then he posted pictures of Jennifer giving head to Jerry while Mark is screwing her. There are more pictures showing the guys switched places. Jennifer wrote how she had half the senior class.”
I could see Dave sitting across the room smiling. He waved at me but I looked the other way. Jean in the Andrew persona recovered rather quickly as she said to the girls. “I could have told you Jean would never do those things. Nobody listens to me.”
The day went fairly well thankfully the real Jean was at my side the entire time. She had to bail me out more than few times. As we are walking back to the car Jean can’t resist teasing.
“Andréa how many guys hit on you for dates?”
“Lyons at last count it was a dozen. I’ll tell them the same thing I’m telling you. I cannot date anyone because my boyfriend won’t allow it. He is pretty possessive. That Andrew Lyons has stolen my heart and that’s all there is to it.” What reaction did I get? As we reached the car Jean’s hand presses firmly on my rear. Our lips meet in another passionate kiss. I can hear kids cheering. One voice calls out, “I didn’t know you had balls Lyons”
So I had my doubts we could pull this off for a second day. I really did but we managed once again. Do we have to keep doing this? I know deep down it is going to come to a bad end. My feelings were under control most of the time. That freak of a voice stayed away. I doubt I scared him off. I worry that he may have already caused the damaged he set out to do. For Christ sake, look at Andréa. If she is not a permanent fully functioning girl then none of us are. What about me am I going to grow that ugly appendage? Not if I have anything to say about it. For awhile I thought I wanted to be a guy because of the way these pigs treat us girls. I thought I’d be one of the good guys. I look at Andréa begging they give me the right equipment. At once I realize that it is not what I want. I am Jean Marie Phillips daughter of Luke and Marie Phillips, the best parents in the world. I’m not giving that up for Andréa or the freak in my head.
Before you think I’m going all girly drop that wrong idea. I’m not about to go through nine months of discomfort only to have some blob rip my innards apart. I’m not about to become Andréa’s lover either. I could if Andrew came back, I think. The idea of playing with somebody’s nipples and doing other alien acts does not work for me. Yeah, right now I fucked up and got caught in somebody’s nightmare. They don’t know who they are messing with. I’ve gone through four years of living hell and they could not break me. “Do you hear that asshole? Bring it on you are toast.”
“What did you say?”
It’s the chick in the passenger’s seat the one with the tits and legs to die for. I only have one answer. “Nothing Andréa, nothing at all.”
I rush to my room with Andi following close behind. My hands move rapidly shoving hangers along the bar looking for the outfits Bess gave me. I pull the hangers tossing them onto my bed as Andréa’s eyes widen though she remains silent. I’m aiming for the Dark Star skirt fully understanding irony attached to its name. ‘Are you getting this Troy?’
The skirt slips seductively over my slip and boy shorts. Do I have to tell you boy shorts are panty briefs for girls who object to constantly pulling that irritating thong out of her crack? Back to the skirt, it is made by somebody called Dark Star. It is a black leather skater skirt with a double pointed yoke front and back, plus some chic vertical seaming. The high waisted fit enhances my almost nothing sized middle. I confess I am a size four and feel smug about it. Again my legs look fabulous; they scare me I have not seen them exposed in a long time. By that I mean hanging out there for all to see because my jeans do hide them. It is unsettling to say the least.
One look at my babe self and all the guys go into heat. I reach for one of those nice styled blouses with a sewn in cami. The blouse is an oxford material that buttons halfway down to the waist. The body is pink while the open top reveals a lighter pink underneath. I have to admit it is really nice and goes great with the Borg’s skirt. I slip the blouse over my head after all with only half buttons it is a pull over. Now I have to brush my hair as Andi’s eyes spin in over drive. I ask Andi to toss me a cardigan sweater either black like the skirt or perhaps navy. Sometimes I have a hard time distinguishing between the two.
“What do you need that for,” Andréa questions.
I stand there knowing the vision in the mirror is not one who could possibly sport a tool capable of impregnating my unsuspecting friend who stands next to me. For the first time since forever I feel spectacular. The confidence grows as I roll on a pair of sexy feeling black tights. Andréa is still gawking. “What do I need this outfit for? Battle my dear Andréa. We are fighting a war.”
Next Chapter 7 The Narrator: All Souls or Saints Day
