Of course he did. Summer and he were in art class together and shared an interest in comic art. Summer committed suicide a year and a half ago. The whole school had to go through group counseling. Eric nodded.
“After Summer left us, I went through her stuff.” Samantha explained. “I found her diary and sketch pad. She wrote a lot about you and how talented you are. How you made her bad days a little bit better. How your drawings and your sense of humor helped her make it through each day. After I got closer to Summer through her stuff, I found you on line. I started reading your comics, and admiring your art. That is when I started to email you. I wanted to get to know you better. To see everything my sister saw in you. I just couldn’t do it at school, I’m not strong enough to deal with all the clicks and pressures. Anyway, I thought by spending the summer with you, I could get to know you better, like my sister did. Maybe through you, I can understand her better. Besides, it sounded like you needed a friend, and I felt it was the least I could do to help you out.”
Silence fell between them. The trees nearby creaked as they swayed in the wind. The ducks made a soft ruckus as they fought over bread.
“Help me out by making me into a girl?” Eric questioned.
After reading the story “The boy who wasn’t seen, and the Girl who couldn’t speak” by Rankan, I got to thinking about that storyline and decided to try out my own ideas. I hope that is okay.
“Why?” he looked into her incredible brown eyes. “Why are you doing this… Going to a summer camp with a guy from school who is considered the plague?”
“Because I owe you so much, Eric. You have been such a friend to me and helped me in so many ways.”
Now Eric was really confused. It must have been written all over his face, because Samantha continued.
“Do you remember my sister, Summer.”
Of course he did. Summer and he were in art class together and shared an interest in comic art. Summer committed suicide a year and a half ago. The whole school had to go through group counseling. Eric nodded.
“After Summer left us, I went through her stuff.” Samantha explained. “I found her diary and sketch pad. She wrote a lot about you and how talented you are. How you made her bad days a little bit better. How your drawings and your sense of humor helped her make it through each day. After I got closer to Summer through her stuff, I found you on line. I started reading your comics, and admiring your art. That is when I started to email you. I wanted to get to know you better. To see everything my sister saw in you. I just couldn’t do it at school, I’m not strong enough to deal with all the cliques and pressures. Anyway, I thought by spending the summer with you, I could get to know you better, like my sister did. Maybe through you, I can understand her better. Besides, it sounded like you needed a friend, and I felt it was the least I could do to help you out.”
Camp Kumoni
Episode 1
“No, you may not take any electronics to camp with you, young man.” His mother’s voice took on an edge to it. “You are to get out in the sun, swim, play ball and make friends, not sulk in the cabin with your electronics.”
Eric rolled his eyes. His electronics were his friends. No one else at school would be caught seen eating lunch at the same table as him; because of this, he usually snuck into the audio-visual room to eat in peace. Eric tossed his gaming device aside, knowing that his mother would look to see if he would be leaving it behind. Instead, he slipped his laptop under the bottom lining of his suitcase and carefully tucked the cut edges underneath the sides, before piling his arrangement of shorts, T-shirts, socks and underwear on top of it.
“Here’s a pair of pants, Dear.” His mother handed him a pair of jeans. “Just in case It gets cold or something.”
“Yes, Mom.” Eric grumbled but took the pants and tossed them onto the bed.
“Did you pack your toothpaste and toothbrush?”
“Yes, Mom.” Eric held up the small shaving bag that held his toiletries.
“Is your sunscreen in there?”
“Mom. I’ve got it, Okay?” Eric snapped. He flipped his long black hair out of his face and looked hard at her. “I’m fifteen years old. I think I can pack my own suitcase.”
His mom sighed heavily, tuned away and stalked into the kitchen grumbling something about ungrateful teenagers.
Eric was mortified when he found out last week that his parents were planning on sending him away to camp for the summer, the entire summer. Not two weeks, or perhaps a month, but two and a half months of wedgies, and dunkings. Ten weeks of tripping, and name calling. How would that be fun?
He argued with his parents, debated with them, begging to allow him to remain home. He even offered to join the summer baseball league. Practice was only two hours a day with two games a week. He could suffer through that to be allowed some freedom to do what he wanted, play his video games, work on his on-line comic book, and read. Unfortunately, his parents had made up their minds and weren’t budging. Eric had even thought about running away from home, catching a bus to his grandma’s three states away. By the time he had arrived, they would be so relieved that he was alright, that they would allow him to either stay with her, or stay home.
That night, he turned to the only other person who might understand him, Winter. He logged on and worked on his comic while waiting for her to log in. His comic was based on an arch-hero named Raven who acted as a vigilante in the city. When Winter finally showed up, he asked Winter to join him in a chat room. It was funny. He had never actually met Winter, yet she seemed to be a soul-mate. She too had an interest in on-line comics, especially his. She also had a passing interest in computer games. The strange thing was that she went to his school. She was smart, and never gave enough details to allow him to figure out just who she was.
Phantom: My parents are ruining my life.
Winter: How so?
Phantom: They are sending me away to a summer camp.
Winter: What’s so bad about that?
Phantom: Summer camp is where you go to play sports, swim, canoe, play ball, and hike. I suck at all of those and will end up being treated like I do at school, teased for not being able to hit a ball. The object of every practical joke, and sitting by myself at meals while they all throw food at me. Only worse, since I will not have anyplace safe to retreat.
Winter: It can’t be all that bad
Phantom: True, sometimes it’s worse.
Winter: What camp are they sending you to?
Phantom: Camp Kumoni.
Winter: Is it an all boy’s camp or is it co-ed?
Phantom: Co-ed, I think. Which makes it all the worse.
Winter: because?
Phantom: because all the humiliation takes place in front of girls. You’ve seen how girls react to me when I walk down the hall at school. For all I know you are snickering behind my back too.
Winter: you know me better than that.
Phantom: I don’t know you at all, except through the keys and screen. You are too scared to be seen with me in public.
Winter: I told you, my life is a bit complicated
Phantom: Complicated? Girls have it so easy compared to guys.
Winter: you can’t be serious
Phantom: Try walking in my shoes.
Winter: Try walking in my heels
Phantom: Gladly……… At least then, I don’t have to worry about getting wedgies in gym or my food spat on at lunch or that other thing…..
Winter: Are you going to be home Later?
Phantom: Where else would I be?
Winter: I have a plan. I’ll have to get back to you tonight
Eric took a deep breath. He hated thinking about that other thing. He had made it through a week now without thinking about that horrible defining moment. He wiped the tears from his eyes. “No, I won’t cry about it anymore.” He told himself.
Eric went back to his comic strip. He was pretty proud of his site. It was getting more and more hits each month as word spread of his work. He was currently working on a storyline in which Raven was about to teach the high school football captain a lesson in humility.
Winter: Phantom are you still on?
Phantom: Where else?
Winter: I found a way you can go to camp and still have fun.
Phantom: lol right
Winter: I spoke to my parents and they are going to send me to camp Kumoni too.
Phantom: What?
Winter: I’ll be there with you
Phantom: So you can ignore me like at school? Or continue watching me being humiliated?
Winter: I won’t ignore you like at school, but there’s more…
Phantom: What?
Winter: Were you serious about walking in my heels?
Phantom: I don’t understand
Winter: answer the ?
Phantom: you want me to wear your shoes? What did you do?
Winter: Would you wear my shoes if you wouldn’t get picked on?
Phantom: Sure… I guess… why?
Winter: I hacked the camps computer
Phantom: why?
Winter: I changed your personal information
Phantom: What? Why? Why would you do that?
Winter: You are now Erika Martinez, a girl who will be in my cabin.
There was a long pause
Winter: Phantom?
Phantom: you enrolled me as a girl?
Winter: Yes
Phantom: Why would you do that? How is that to keep me from being humiliated? Send me the link so I can hack in and change it back.
Winter: I can’t, they caught me in there and kicked me out. They shut down the site to tighten security.
Another long pause
Winter: Phantom?
Phantom: WTF! why did you do that?
Winter: Think Phantom, you said you would walk in my shoes to keep from being humiliated. you said yourself that girls have it easier. While I don’t agree with you. I think you could have more fun at camp as a girl. And I would be there to help out.
Phantom: How in the hell am I going to be able to be a girl.
Winter: Come now Phantom. You aren’t the most masculine of guys. You are what? 5 foot 5? And weigh 110 lbs?
Phantom: 120, So?
Winter: You have hair that most girls in school would envy and you don’t have much in the way of a beard.
Phantom: I have a dick and balls, remember?
Winter: Easily hidden
Phantom: I don’t have breasts
Winter: Neither do a lot of girls your age.
Phantom: I thought you were my friend
Winter: I am, Phantom. Trust me, I am.
Phantom: The last time I was told that, I was stripped to my underwear and duct taped to the flag pole.
Winter: They got punished
Phantom: 3 days in detention was not a punishment. They should have been kicked off the football team.
Winter: And sacrifice the entire season?
Phantom: Better that than my what little dignity I had left. I need to go. I have to figure out how to fix this.
Eric attempted to hack into the camp’s website on several occasions, but security was too tight. He tried back doors, front doors. Common pass words. Everything he could think of. Nothing seemed to work.
Winter tried to talk to him over the next few days but he ignored her pleas to speak with him.
A girl. Him a girl at a summer camp, how preposterous. As preposterous as it sounded, he did find himself looking in the mirror at himself, wondering what kind of girl he would make. Catching himself and his train of thought, he stormed out of the bathroom and fumed a bit.
There were only three days left. Three days before he would be going to camp and be humiliated for being set up in a girl’s cabin, and then embarrassed over the course of the two months as he was barraged with insults. Called a sissy, teased about his hair.
They would probably call him a faggot or fag-hag. Who knows what else they would call him or do to him? If anyone at school were to find out…… wait a minute no one at school would find out, because he wasn’t going to do it. How could he even get into that mind set? He could just miss the bus and hide out for a few hours until it was too late for his parents to do anything.
Eric logged on to check on his site. An email was waiting in his box from someone calling themselves Phoenix. Probably another fan. He opened it and was surprised by its contents.
Hello Erika,
Hi campers, my name is ‘Phoenix’ and I will be your cabin counselor this summer. I am very excited to meet you in a few days. I know that you will have lots of fun at Camp Kumoni. Some of the things to look forward to are swimming, rock climbing, campfires, Dancing, pillow fights, pajama parties, hiking, and horseback riding, just to name a few.
When you arrive here at Camp Kumoni, just head over to Columbine cabin which is near the lake.
Just a few reminders. Electronic devises are not allowed i.e. gameboys, ipods, stereos etc… This includes cell phones. Camp Kumoni is in a service hole anyway. Make sure to bring sunscreen, any medications that you need to take as well as your feminine hygiene supplies. There will be a commissary in the camp. But the prices are high. Every other week you will be allowed to go into town to use the Laundromat. Last but not least, bring your smile and excitement. I can’t wait to meet you.
Until then,
Phoenix
Eric groaned. They were already expecting Erika Martinez to be there, and there were to be no electronics? He actually cringed at the mention of feminine hygiene supplies. He had to find a way out of this. He went down stairs where his mother was catching up on her soaps.
“Mom, I really don’t think going to this camp is such a great idea.”
“Eric, don’t you think you are over reacting just a bit? It’s summer camp. Physical activity, sunshine and fresh air will do you good.”
“But mom. I don’t think I’m going to fit in. I’m going to get picked on like I do everywhere else.” Eric protested.
“Your problem, Eric, is that you need to learn to get along with others, to make friends.” His mom didn’t even look up from the T.V.
“But Mom… two and a half months?”
“Your father and I have made up our minds, young man, you are going. And that is final.”
There was no use. He had seen his parents like this before. Eric went back upstairs. Maybe he could still find a way of escaping to his Grandmothers. He went to a travel site to check out bus tickets.
Winter: Phantom?
Phantom: What do you want now?
Winter: Did you get the email from Phoenix?
Phantom: Yeah, so?
Winter: Doesn’t it sound like fun?
Phantom: Being a girl for 2 1/2 months in a cabin having pajama parties? Are you Serious?
Winter: Phantom, you need to look at this differently. You are spending the summer in a cabin with girls. Isn’t that every guy’s dream?
Phantom: There are a few problems. 1) I’m a guy. 2) They will find out that I’m a guy.
Winter: I am going to help you out with being a girl. Besides, if it doesn’t work and they find out, they’ll send you home, which is where you want to be in the 1st place.
There was a pause as Eric contemplated that fact that he would most likely be sent home, which would then prove to his parents that he really didn’t fit in.
Winter: Phantom?
Phantom: What?
Winter: What are you doing this afternoon?
Phantom: Trying to figure out how to ‘miss’ the camp bus and get on one to my grandmothers.
Winter: Would you finally like to meet me? I’ll prove to you that you can pull off being a girl.
Phantom: So you’ll be seen with me in public?
Winter: I’ll meet you at Thorton park by the duck pond.
Phantom: That’s not exactly public.
Winter: You are just going to have to trust me meet me in 20 minutes.
Phantom: Fine, but if this is a prank, you and your friends will regret it.
Eric logged off, grabbed his skateboard and scampered down stairs.
“Where are you going, Eric?” His mom looked up from her soap.
“To the park. I want to enjoy what freedom I have left.” He had a lot to think about. He was about to meet Winter. He had to find out who she really was and if he could trust her. He had to think about what she wanted him to do. He had to think about playing the part of a girl for two plus months. He had to think about surviving camp.
School having let out two weeks ago, the park was full of parents taking their kids to the park to burn off the excitement and energy of summer without destroying their houses. Eric skated his way along the main path which meandered through the large park. He passed tennis courts, basketball courts. Climbing walls, the skate park baseball fields and entered a lightly wooded part of the park. The shade of the trees was almost comforting compared to the heat of the sun. Ahead the silvery blue of the duck pond could be seen through the trees. At night, the duck pond served as one of the few places that kids in the high school parked. During the day however, a few mothers with their young children laughed and squealed as they threw pieces of bread to the waterfowl who make this their home year-round.
Eric checked the time on his cell phone. He was five minutes early. He went over to one of the benches out of the way, hoping that he wasn’t being set up for another prank.
“Phantom?” a soft female voice called from behind him.
Eric turned around to see someone he knew approaching him a bit nervously.
“Samantha?” he greeted with a shaky voice. “Samantha Thompson, are you…… are you Winter?”
Samantha’s beautiful lips pulled back to reveal perfect teeth in a nervous smile. She nodded her head slightly.
Eric looked quickly around searching for a trap. Samantha Thompson was on the school’s cheer squad and dated one of the school’s best football players.
“No one knows I’m here.” Samantha moved closer to Eric.
A light breeze moved her nearly white, blonde hair, causing it to shimmer like precious metal in the sun. The breeze also brought the light scent of her sweet perfume. She was a vision that Eric had occasionally dreamed about seeing.
“I’m glad you came to meet me.” Her soft voice sent a shiver charging across his skin.
“I’m still in shock that you, are Winter.” Eric shook his head, his dark hair veiling his face.
“Can you understand why I haven’t approached you at school?” She asked timidly.
Eric nodded. It would have been disastrous for her reputation if she was seen within ten feet of him.
“Will you trust me, Eric?”
Eric thought for a few moments. He looked down at the ground by his shoes then looked up into her beautiful face. “I have a few questions first.”
“Sure, what are they?” Samantha asked sitting down next to him on the bench.
“Why?” he looked into her incredible brown eyes. “Why are you doing this… Going to a summer camp with a guy from school who is considered the plague?”
“Because I owe you so much, Eric. You have been such a friend to me and helped me in so many ways.”
Now Eric was really confused. It must have been written all over his face, because Samantha continued.
“Do you remember my sister, Summer.”
Of course, he did. Summer and he were in art class together and shared an interest in comic art. Summer committed suicide a year and a half ago. The whole school had to go through group counseling. Eric nodded.
“After Summer left us, I went through her stuff.” Samantha explained. “I found her diary and sketch pad. She wrote a lot about you and how talented you are. How you made her bad days a little bit better. How your drawings and your sense of humor helped her make it through each day. After I got closer to Summer through her stuff, I found you on line. I started reading your comics, and admiring your art. That is when I started to email you. I wanted to get to know you better. To see everything my sister saw in you. I just couldn’t do it at school, I’m not strong enough to deal with all the clicks and pressures. Anyway, I thought by spending the summer with you, I could get to know you better, like my sister did. Maybe through you, I can understand her better. Besides, it sounded like you needed a friend, and I felt it was the least I could do to help you out.”
Silence fell between them. The trees nearby creaked as they swayed in the wind. The ducks made a soft ruckus as they fought over bread. Eric’s heart ached for his friend. She truly, was one of the few people who he could consider a friend. But this was crazy.
“So you are going to help me out by making me into a girl?” Eric questioned. “How does that make any sense?”
“That was kind of an afterthought. You are right about being a guy in some ways. If you aren’t athletic, or good looking, you are a nobody. However, girls have it hard too but by different standards. You said you would walk in my shoes if it would keep the pranks at bay. I just took the initiative.”
“You know we both could get into trouble for this.” Eric dragged his hair out of his face.
“Does that mean you’ll do it?”
“Not so fast, Samantha. How in the world do you plan on making me pass for a girl?”
“For that, You’re going to have to come to my house.” Samantha’s hands shot out and captured Eric’s sending a warmth flooding through him. She pulled him to his feet and started walking with him down a different path. Literally as well as figuratively.
End of Chapter One
After reading the story “The boy who wasn’t seen, and the Girl who couldn’t speak” by Rankan, I got to thinking about that storyline and decided to try out my own ideas. I hope that is okay.
“Here, lets get this sized for you.” Samantha held out a bra.
“What?” Eric’s face went white.
“You’re going to have to wear one at camp. Try it on.” Samantha’s soft voice took on an edge.
Eric put his arms through the holes while Samantha fastened it in the back and adjusted the shoulder straps so that it fit properly. Well kind of. It was in the right place, it just didn’t have anything to fill it out properly.
“I don’t think this is going to work.” Eric said showing her the deflated cups.
“I’ve got it covered.” Samantha reached into the box and pulled out two flesh colored things. “These are breast forms.” She explained to Eric. “When a girl doesn’t have enough chest, she cheats and uses these.” She tucked them into the bra, filling them out.
Eric looked down and couldn’t believe his eyes. It looked like he had breasts.
“Here try this on.” Samantha handed him a purple cotton top. He pulled it over his head and looked in the mirror. His jaw went slack. He could hardly recognize himself. There might be a chance yet.
“Camp Kumoni is a co-ed camp.” Samantha explained. “but the busses that take us out there are divided. One for the girls one for the boys. Since you are now registered as a girl you will join me on the girl’s bus. While in transit, I’ll help you change.”
“Aren’t you forgetting one thing? I don’t have any girl clothes.” Eric protested.
“That is why we are going to my house.” Samantha grinned at him.
Samantha’s house was in a better part of town. A two-story colonial, that had recently gone through a remodel. Samantha led him inside by the hand. Eric looked around wary still of some kind of prank that might be played. No football players were in sight however.
“Come on, upstairs.” She took his hand and led him up.
“Where should I put this?” Eric referred to his deck.
“Oh, by the front door is fine.” Samantha released him so that he could do just that.
“Where are your parents?” he ventured. “is there anyone else here?” he was in Samantha’s house all alone with her. It was kind of eerie, but also thrilling.
“At work.” Samantha led him into a room that was painted a light shade of pink. Flowers and sweet scents permeated the whole area. A green bedspread with lilac flowers was partially covered with stuffed animals. Pictures of Samantha in her cheer uniform hung in the room next to it pictures of her friends and sister, Summer.
“After I changed your info in the camp’s computer, I set to work finding clothes that would work for you.” Samantha pulled a box out of her closet. “Strip down so that we can find you some things to wear.”
“You want me to get strip in front of you? Here?” Eric questioned, his head turning, his eyes scanning for hidden football players of a group of girls who might spring out of no where and take pictures to post on social media.
“If we are going to pull this off this summer. You will be stripping in front of a cabin of girls, Eric. You may as well start getting used to it now.”
Eric couldn’t believe he was undressing in front of this beautiful cheerleader, in her room no less. And to do what? Put on girl clothes.
Samantha turned and looked at Eric standing in his boxers. She looked him up and down. “Of course, you’ll have to shave your legs before you leave for the bus. Do it the night before.”
“Seriously? What if my parents notice?”
“Wear jeans to the bus. Once we are on our way, I’ll have you change into these. Try them on.” Samantha tossed Eric a pair of shorts.
Eric slid his legs into the shorts and pulled them up. It was a bit awkward buttoning them, with the fasteners being on the wrong side.
“Let’s see.” Samantha encouraged.
Eric dropped his hands and turned around. They were a bit tighter around the waist than the boy’s shorts he was used to wearing, but then again. Boys wore their pants a lot lower and baggier.
“I knew they would fit.” She beamed. “Good. Now let’s try on a few more pairs of these, just to make sure that they all fit you. It would be horrible if you got to camp and had only one pair of shorts to wear for the entire summer.”
In a short while, they had gone through all of the pants and shorts that were in the box. Only one pair of pants were too tight and two pairs of shorts didn’t fit.
“Here, let’s get this sized for you.” Samantha held out a bra.
“What?” Eric’s face went white.
“You’re going to have to wear one at camp. Try it on.” Samantha’s soft voice took on an edge.
Eric put his arms through the holes while Samantha fastened it in the back and adjusted the shoulder straps so that it fit properly. Well kind of. It was in the right place; it just didn’t have anything to fill it out properly.
“I don’t think this is going to work.” Eric said showing her the deflated cups.
“I’ve got it covered.” Samantha reached into the box and pulled out two flesh colored things. “These are breast forms.” She explained to Eric. “When a girl doesn’t have enough chest, she cheats and uses these.” She tucked them into the bra, filling them out.
Eric looked down and couldn’t believe his eyes. It looked like he had breasts. He looked up at Samantha wide eyed.
“Here try this on.” Samantha handed him a purple cotton top. He pulled it over his head and looked in the mirror. His jaw went slack. He could hardly recognize himself. There might be a chance yet.
“Now, Camp isn’t all shorts and T-shirts.” Samantha lectured. “A girl always brings skirts and a dress to wear. Skirts because they are light and allow freedom of movement. A dress because you never know what a camp might decide to do. Sometimes they have dances.
A little bit later, she added a half-dozen tops, a dress and three skirts to the pile of clothes that they were going to take to camp with them.
“Here, take these into my bathroom there, and try them on.” Samantha ordered handing him a pair of black lacy panties.
“What?” Eric exclaimed. “Come on, really Samantha?”
“You can’t exactly wear boxers in a cabin full of girls.” Samantha thrust the panties at him.
“I don’t know.” Eric was hesitant. “This is starting to sound more and more like bad idea.”
“It’s either that or these.” Samantha held up a thong.
Eric took the black panties and stomped into her bathroom. Next to being duct taped to the flag pole in his boxers, this was the next most humiliating thing that Eric had done. He closed the door behind him and slipped out of the pair of shorts. Looking down was more difficult with the breast forms and bra blocking his view. He stepped out of his boxers and took a good look at the black panties. It took a moment to figure out that the tag unlike guys under shorts was sewn into the side seam. Slowly he stepped into the black panties and pulled them up over his thighs. He was surprised at how little they actually covered. The high cut of the leg exposed more thigh than even the whitie-tighties he had worn a few years before. But the material was so different. Not the softness of cotton, but the smooth silky feeling of satin. He was embarrassed to find that his organ had swelled with blood, straining against the silky panties.
“Do they fit?” Samantha called from the other side of the door.
“Uh, yeah. I think so.” Eric called back.
“Well let’s take a look and see.”
“Just a moment.” Eric stammered. He took huge deep breaths and tried to think about his comic strip. Anything but the fact that he was wearing panties and that he kind of enjoyed how they felt….. Damn. Comic strip.
“Are you alright in there?” Samantha asked.
“F-Fine.” He managed.
“What’s wrong?” Samantha’s voice was becoming worried.
Embarrassment washed over him, shrinking his manhood instantly. With a sigh of relief, Eric opened the bathroom door. “Nothing’s wrong.”
Samantha’s eyes did a sweep of his body. “They fit well. Good. Take those home with you and wear them under your jeans when you go to the bus.”
Feeling awkward standing in front of one of his dream girls in panties, Eric slipped into the girl shorts laying on the floor.
“Since I have you in here, let’s do some cosmetic stuff.”
“What? Now?” Eric asked in nearly a whine.
“Sit down on the toilet.” Samantha backed him to the porcelain. She brushed his long dark hair out of his face and looked critically at his face. “You have beautiful blue eyes,” she observed.
“Thanks, I think.” Eric took a deep breath of her scent, causing a rise in his panties again. God, she smelled good. Guys all over the school would have given up their whole paycheck to get attention from Samantha Thompson and here he was in her bathroom playing dress-up with her.
“Your brows need to be shaped though.” She brought him back from his drifting thoughts.
“Huh?” not too intelligently put.
“Your eyebrows are too thick and need a bit more of an arch.” She reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of tweezers. “This will hurt a little.” She said pulling the skin on his forehead taught. She started pulling out individual hairs in his eyebrows.
“Ow!” he flinched.
“I warned you. Now hold still.”
“How can I hold still if your yanking hair out of my face?” he complained.
“Girls do it all the time.” She said patiently. “Be still and be quiet, or I’ll mess up and you’ll have to draw your eyebrows on.”
Eric decided that he had better sit very still.
Fifteen minutes later, Samantha pulled away and studied her work. The skin above his eyes stung and he could feel it getting tight, as if it was swelling a bit.
“Good you have holes.” She said looking to each side of his head.
“What are you talking about?” Eric asked.
“Earrings.” She stated. “A girl our age has pierced ears. And some guys do. Your having them will make this easier.”
Eric grabbed the balled weights he had in his ears. “I’ve had them for a while.”
“Good.” She smiled. Then I’ll make sure to bring some extra earrings so that you can have some to wear.” She then pulled open another drawer and pulled out a small bag. “Now I have to teach you how to apply some make-up.”
“What for?” Eric rolled his eyes. “We are going to be at camp.”
“Even at camp, girls wear make-up. They just don’t wear as much. Don’t worry, Erika, I’m just going to show you how to put mascara on. Maybe a touch of eye shadow.”
“You just called me Erika.” Eric pointed out.
“That will be your name at camp.” Samantha reminded. “Now do this.” She demonstrated.
Eric complied as she delicately applied the mascara to his lashes.
“Here take a look.” She stood back so that he could turn to see in the bathroom mirror.
Eric was dumbfounded. Just the application of the mascara made his eyes look ten times bluer and larger. How is that possible?
“Now let’s teach you how to apply your eye shadow.” Samantha grinned.
Ten minutes later, Samantha was applying a bit of lip gloss to his lips. She stood back and allowed Eric to see Erika. Eric was staring in the mirror at what could only be described as his twin sister, Erika.
Erika’s dark hair had been pulled back into a high pony-tail to keep it out of her face while she learned the art of make-up. She stood two inches taller than Samantha but with a lean body and full ‘c’ cups, she looked well….. in the mind of the shocked Eric, She was ‘hot’.
“We might be able to pull this off after all.” Erika turned to Samantha who smiled back then suddenly threw herself into a hug with her sister’s friend.
Samantha held onto Erika for a moment then pulled away. “Now, what size shoe do you wear?”
“Eight.” Erika replied without thinking. She was still amazed at what she saw in the mirror.
“Okay, that means we need to go shopping.”
“What?” Erika pulled her gaze away from the mirror and looked to Samantha.
“I don’t have any shoes that will fit you. We need to go shoe shopping.”
“Looking like this?” Erika was shocked back to reality.
“Well, except for your hairy legs, you’d pass as a girl on the streets.” Samantha conceded. “Change into a pair of the jeans and we’ll head out to get you some shoes.
“I don’t have any money.” Erika shrugged hoping that would end this charade.
“I have more than enough, besides, we’re going to the second hand stores. They will have shoes that look like you haven’t just bought them."
“Samantha, I can’t leave your house looking like this, what if I am recognized?” Erika complained.
“Erika, come here and look in this mirror.” Samantha said standing in front of a full length mirror in her bedroom. Erika stood beside Samantha.
“Take a good look.” Samantha brushed her fingers through her white blonde hair, then made room for Erika. “Do you see Eric Martin the moody, picked on, art genius in that mirror? Because I sure don’t. All I see is Erika Martinez the confidant beautiful young lady who is going to turn heads just by walking down the street. No one will suspect that you aren’t a girl, unless you tell them, and even then, I doubt they will believe you.”
Erika pulled on the jeans that she had tried on earlier and slipped on Eric’s skater tennis shoes and followed Samantha out the door.
Erika’s heart was pounding hard in her chest as she walked down the driveway. She looked around with eyes wide in terror and she as sure her face was as red as a tomato.
“Relax, Erika.” Samantha soothed. “No one is going to suspect as long as you act like you are what you appear to be.”
“Easy for you to say.” Erika squeaked, “You haven’t had your head forced into a toilet, or been duct taped in your underwear to the school’s flagpole.”
Samantha grimaced at the descriptions that Erika had just put out. “The store is only a few blocks away. We’re almost there.”
“We can’t be almost there, I can still see your driveway.” Erika protested.
“Sorry, I was trying to distract you.” Samantha grinned. “Sooo, how did you come up with the character Raven?”
“It was Summer’s idea, actually.” Erika related.
“My sister came up with Raven?” Samantha was startled.
“Kind of.” Erika admitted. “While talking about Comics we started playing around with an idea for a hero, except it would be more of a vigilante. Raven kind of came about after a week or so of discussions.”
“So Summer helped to create Raven.” Samantha seemed pleased. “That’s cool.”
Samantha was right, the store was only a few blocks away. They entered the large cavernous area to the smell of musty, old clothing and worn furniture.
“I know it doesn’t smell that great, but after a good wash and a couple of days in your own place, the clothes or shoes take on your own smell, I promise.” Samantha guided Erika back to the back of the store where there were several shelves of old shoes. Dress shoes, tennis shoes and casual shoes. Samantha had Erika try on several different kinds. Before she knew it. Samantha and she were walking out of the store with a few different kinds of shoes. She was wearing a pair of white canvas shoes on her feet. A pair of Keds that looked like they had only been worn a few times.
“We got four pairs of shoes for about half of what it would cost for one pair of new shoes.” Samantha beamed.
“Do you shop here a lot?” Erika asked.
“No one at school would believe it, would they.” She grinned “I find all kinds of really good stuff here. Some are even given up by our classmates.”
“Do I really need all four pairs of these shoes for two months?” Erika asked.
“We have one more pair to get, but we’ll stop by the shoe store for those.”
“What more could I possibly need?”
“A pair of flip-flops. You’re going to want to buy them new.”
“Do I really need heels for camp?” Erika wondered aloud.
“They aren’t heels, their wedge sandals, and you will need them to wear with the dress.”
“But you said, that I might not need to wear the dress.”
“Think of it as a safety measure. Wearing your Keds with the dress would be equivalent of you walking around with your zipper undone.”
“I didn’t know it was down, and it turned out to be broken.” Erika defended an incident that happened at school last September.
“The point, is that you’ll need to wear the wedges with the dress.” Samantha led Erika into a drug store.
“What are we getting here?” Erika asked.
“Your own make up, deodorant, flip-flops, razors and stuff.”
“Can’t I just share yours?” Erika asked.
“No. It wouldn’t look right for you to be using everyone else’s stuff all of the time.” Samantha pulled a few different packages off the make-up display and then took Erika down the other aisles, pulling an item here an item there.
“I’ll pack this into a suitcase and have it stowed under the bus with your name on it.” Samantha explained. “I’ll keep a change of clothes in my bag so that when you get on the bus you can change. Make sure you wear those panties under your jeans. Do you have an old band T-shirt, like ‘Metalica’, or Iron Maiden or something?”
“Will the Ramones work?” Erika pouted her lips in thought.
“Perfect.” Samantha smiled. “Wear that, it’s more androgynous. Oh, and when your parents leave, pull your hair up into a ponytail.” Samantha pulled an elastic off her dresser and handed it to Erika.
“How do I get this stuff off, so that my parents won’t notice?” Erika pointed to her face.
“Come on in here and we’ll wash it off.” Samantha led Erika to the bathroom.
Once the make-up was off, and clothes were exchanged, Eric stood in front of Samantha’s mirror, looking at a more familiar sight. His long dark hair hung down in his face. He swiped a piece back and noticed his groomed eyebrows. He shook his head and allowed the hair to cover the evidence up again.
“Would you mind if I walked you as far as the duck pond?” Samantha asked.
“Sure. I guess so.” Eric shrugged. Inside, his heart fluttered. She wanted to spend more time with him. He picked up his deck from next to the front door and they walked slowly back towards the park.
“Samantha?” Eric questioned.
“Yes, Erika…. I mean Eric.” She corrected with a giggle. “Sorry, Eric.”
“Why do you use ‘Winter’ as your handle?”
Samantha was quiet for a long moment, “I guess in a way to keep close to my sister.”
Eric stayed quiet, listening.
“Her name was Summer, but she should have been named Winter. She was quiet and melancholy. I guess it’s just to honor her in some twisted way.”
“I think she would have liked that.” Eric commented.
“You really think so?” Samantha queried sounding a little more light hearted.
Eric nodded. “I do.”
“What about you, Eric? Why Phantom?”
“Ever read Phantom of the Opera?”
“I saw the movie.”
“It’s not the same. You should read the book.” Eric sighed. “The Phantom was despised and shunned for his disfigurement. People were afraid of him and called him Satan’s child. In actuality he was an artist, a genius, a real renaissance man.”
“Hmmm.” Samantha was lost in thought.
“And his real name was Eric.” Eric added.
“Really?” Samantha was startled from what she was thinking.
“Do you really think we can pull this off?” Eric looked at the blonde beauty.”
Samantha smiled. “I think we are going to have a blast at camp.” She leaned close. The smell of her perfume made his blood hot. She kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blush bright red. “Thank you, Phantom.”
“What for?” Eric’s heart raced.
“I’m actually looking forward to this summer, instead of moping around the house, constantly being reminded of someone I miss.”
“See you on line?” Eric asked.
“Of course.” She smiled. “Remember to shave your legs, oh and shave your armpits too. I’ll see you in three days at the latest.” She turned and walked back the way they had come. Eric watched her long blonde hair bouncing and shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight for a while then turned and skated back home.
End of Chapter Two
Eric did as instructed and waved to his mother as she drove out of the parking lot. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the elastic and pulled his hair up into a ponytail.
Erika was greeted on the bus by polite grins and shy girls who all looked curiously at the new member of their ride to Camp Kumoni.
“Erika,” Samantha called from the back of the bus. “I saved you a seat.” She waved.
Erika smiled back and joined the beautiful blonde in the back seat of the bus.
“I got here early, like a geek, so that I could get us a good seat.” She greeted Erika with a smile. “So how did it go last night?”
“I thought my mom caught wind of what was going on.” Erika explained in low tones. “When I got back from getting my swimsuit, I joined her for pizza. Right in the middle of swallowing, she asked me if I had found my swimsuit. I choked on the pizza. But then I played it off.”
Samantha giggled.
“Its not funny.” Erika looked sternly at her new friend. “What if someone from school is up here at camp?”
“Like they could recognize you.” Samantha looked to the front of the bus. The driver just stepped on and was taking her seat, while a counselor stood at the front flipping through a clipboard. “There is such a difference between Eric the plague and the alluring Erika. Especially once we get you made over.”
Eric grabbed the jeans from the bed and hung them from a hook in the bathroom along with his Ramones T-shirt. The black panties, he had stashed in the cabinet under his sink beneath his bath towels.
“Make sure you pack your swimsuit.” His mother called to him.
“Oh Crap!” Eric swore. What was he going to do for a swimsuit at camp? He didn’t have a girl’s swimsuit. He was leaving tomorrow morning. He looked at the clock. Seven p.m. “Fuck!” he swore. How in the world would he be able to get a swimsuit before leaving tomorrow morning? He ran back into his room and logged back on to the computer.
Phantom: Winter?
Silence
Phantom: Winter? Please be on. I need to talk to you. It’s an emergency!
“Crap! Crap! Crap!” he swore. He picked up his phone and dialed 411 to get Samantha’s house phone and dialed.
“Thank you for calling the Thompson household, we are not available now, “Shit!” an answering machine. “but if you will leave a message we will get back to you as soon as we can.”
Beep.
“Yeah, this is ah…..” Shit! Who should he say is calling? “This is Eric calling for Samantha. I really need to speak with her as soon as possible. Thanks.” Eric related in a panic. “Oh, my number is 555- 9386.” Well that was real smooth…. Not.
Eric pulled up his e-mail and wrote Winter a quick e-mail saying that he needed to talk to her. That he had no swimsuit to take to the camp.
He ran to his dresser and pulled the little cash he had out and counted through it. Thirteen dollars. “Damn!” he stuffed the money into his pocket and scrambled downstairs.
“It’s getting late, Eric. “Where are you going?” His mom asked from the kitchen.
To look for a girls bathing suit to wear to camp. Eric thought sarcastically. Instead he answered. “Oh, just out for a bit. I’ll be back soon, mom.” He grabbed his deck and jumped on as it hit the sidewalk and pushed off towards the second hand store.
In the parking lot, Eric pulled the elastic out of his pocket and pulled his hair up into a pony-tail to give the illusion of transformation. Erika leaned the skate board up against the wall just inside the store and said a silent prayer of thanks that the store was still open and nearly empty of shoppers.
Erika made her way through the women’s clothing racks her heart racing, hoping that no one would notice her. She came across the rack of bathing suits and paused. What size should she get? Try a medium, first. She thought. If it’s too small then go bigger, if it’s too big, then try smaller, it isn’t that hard. She pulled a medium sized bathing suit off the rack and headed to the dressing room.
Inside she stripped out of all her clothes except Eric’s boxers, and looked anxiously at the suit. She turned it this way and that. I guess step into it. She reasoned.
She stepped into the bathing suit and pulled it up. It was cut high similar to her panties and fit snugly. She pulled the straps up over her chest, feeling the smooth satin feel of the polyester, Rayon, spandex blend against her abdomen and chest was quite a strange experience. And women swam in these, Hmm. Slipping her arms through the straps, pulled the crotch of the suit tightly over her genitals, causing her male organ to show with a bulge. What if she were to duct tape her maleness down, would that reduce the bulge. It might, but it would hurt like hell pulling it off. Damn. She was going to have to figure that out later. She looked herself over in the mirror. Other than the lack of breasts and the bulge in the crotch, the suit looked to fit well. Cool, got it right the first try. Erika slipped out of the strange contraption, dressed and went up to pay for it.
“Wow, this blue will look fantastic with your eyes.” The cashier commented.
“Yeah, thanks.” Erika didn’t know what to say, she hadn’t even thought about color, only the fact that she needed a bathing suit.
“Eight dollars.” The cashier stated.
Erika pulled the money out of her jeans and paid before retrieving her skateboard and exiting the store with her bag.
Once in the parking lot, she pulled the elastic from her hair and jumped back on Eric’s board.
“Pizza’s here!” Eric’s mom called from the kitchen as he entered the house
Eric’s heart leaped into his throat. He stuffed his bag and skateboard into the front closet, tucking the bag under a fallen coat and entered the kitchen.
“Your father won’t be home until late tonight. I ordered Pizza for your last meal.” His mother smiled.
“Very funny, Mom.” Eric rolled his eyes. He grabbed a plate and snatched three pieces of pepperoni and sat across the island from his mother.
“Did you find your swimsuit?” she asked off handed.
Eric nearly choked on the bite he was chewing. Did she know? No, stupid! There’s no way!
“Yeah, I got it. It’s in the suitcase.” He managed after swallowing the pizza.
“Your father and I love you very much, Eric.” His mother looked lovingly at her son.
“Mmm.” His mouth was full.
“I know you don’t believe me right now, but you will thank us later.” She forced a smile. “I know High school hasn’t been easy. But your Father and I hope that you’ll make some friends at camp. Who knows? Maybe you’ll make friends with someone from your school.”
Eric did choke on that one. He coughed a few times to clear his windpipe. He hadn’t even thought about seeing anyone from school at the camp other than Samantha. Oh Shit! I can’t go through with this! His thoughts screamed.
“Are you okay, honey?” his mom handed him a glass of soda.
“Fine.” He answered after taking a sip and swallowing hard.
His mother reached into her purse and pushed something across the island towards him. “The camp has a commissary and they take you to town to do your laundry every other week. This is to pay for washing your clothes and for whatever else you want.”
Eric looked down to see a small wad of bills.
“Ah, thanks, mom.”
“They also have some computers there so that you can e-mail us.” She informed him. “If you need anything you let us know. Okay?”
How about letting me stay home? He thought. They have computers? They might not be so backwards then. “I will.”
“I know this is your last night here, but I have to go to a meeting tonight.” She pushed herself away from the island and checked through her purse. “Besides I figured that you’ll want to play your games one last time before you go. Just don’t be up all night. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”
If she only knew... Eric thought. Eric finished his pizza and waited five minutes after he heard the car leave before pulling the bag out of the closet and taking it upstairs. He tucked it in under his clothes and went to the computer. He logged on to find that Winter was waiting for him.
Winter: Phantom I’m here. What is it?
Winter: You have an emergency? Are you found out?
Eric’s fingers found their keys.
Phantom: Winter, I’m here. Thank God you’re there.
Winter: What’s going on?
Phantom: As I was packing, I remembered that I don’t have a swim suit.
Winter: Oh shit, that’s right….I think I’ve got one that will fit you.
Phantom: I panicked and when I couldn’t get a hold of you I went to the second hand store and got one.
Winter: Did you try it on? Does it fit?
Phantom: Yeah. I think it will do.
Winter: Wow, what would have sucked. Good thing you thought about it. Don’t forget to shave tonight. Get rid of as much body hair as you can……… don’t forget your armpits. Nothing’s worse than a girl with hairy armpits.
Phantom: Going to shave when done here.
Winter: I can’t wait to spend time with you this summer.
Phantom: I’m still worried about getting caught.
Winter: Just follow my lead and you will be fine.
Phantom: I gotta go I have to shave, then upload one last strip before I leave.
Winter: See you tomorrow. I’m so excited, and Erika?
Phantom: Yes?
Winter: Thank you.
Eric logged off the computer and went into the bathroom to denude himself of hair.
Feeling jeans slide on over smooth legs was quite an interesting experience. He had mixed feelings about it. His legs felt so smooth and seemed to tingle with the slightest breeze or when something brushed against them. Feeling his smooth legs in his sheets last night was strange. He kept rubbing his legs back and forth under the covers, feeling the new sensations. Then there was the fact that he lost another sign that he was a man, a male, someone who was supposed to be hairy and full of testosterone. Having hair on his legs was one of the few things that he had that made him feel masculine. He was short, didn’t have much in the way of muscles or facial hair. Hairy legs were about all he had, and now that was gone.
“Okay young man, where is your Gameboy?” his mom started the interrogation.
“Right there.” He pointed to his desk. Beside the Gameboy were his cell phone, I-pod, and c.d. player.
“Open your case.” She commanded.
Eric’s heart skipped a beat. He had expected this, but it still made him nervous. Luckily, he had tucked the one-piece bathing suit inside the leg of a pair of jeans and then folded them up. His mother ran her hands through the clothes feeling for who knew what. Most would be contraband was laying out in plain sight on his desk.
“Where’s your laptop?” She asked.
“Dad took it last night.” He lied. He had given his dad an old laptop that was obsolete and given to him by a friend for him to use for just this predicament.
“I’ll be checking with him later about that, If he says differently, I’ll call the camp and have it confiscated.” His mother said sternly.
“I gave it to him last night.” Eric affirmed making sure to keep eye contact.
“Alright, Lets go.”
Eric grabbed his suitcase and followed her down stairs and loaded up the car.
It wasn’t long before they arrived at the departure site. His mother parked the car and started walking with him towards a table set up in front of the busses.
“Mom, Don’t embarrass me.” Eric pleaded.
“I’ve got to check you in.” his mom insisted.
“Do you see any other parents checking their kids in?” he waved his hand around them.
His mother looked around and stopped in her place. “Well at least you can do is give your mother a hug good bye. She won’t be seeing you for 2 months.”
“Whose ideas was that.” Eric said with too much acid. “I’m sorry mom.” He wrapped his mom in a hug and approached the table looking over his shoulder to make sure his mother was truly staying away.
“Name?” the person in a Camp Kumoni T-shirt asked.
Eric looked over his shoulder to double check that his mother was out of hearing. She smiled and waved at him. He rolled his eyes and waved back. He looked back at the guy.
“Erika Martinez.” He said softly, hoping that it would pass for a girls voice.
The Camp guy looked over a list on a clipboard. “Ah, there you are Erika. Sign here please.”
Eric was halfway done signing his name when he realized he needed to sign Erika’s. he quickly covered his mistake and handed the clipboard and pen back to the guy. Hoping that his hand wasn’t shaking too bad.
“Go ahead and put your suitcase under the bus and find yourself a seat, Miss Martinez.”
Eric did as instructed and waved to his mother as she drove out of the parking lot. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the elastic and pulled his hair up into a ponytail.
Erika was greeted on the bus by polite grins and shy girls who all looked curiously at the new member of their ride to Camp Kumoni.
“Erika,” Samantha called from the back of the bus. “I saved you a seat.” She waved.
Erika smiled back and joined the beautiful blonde in the back seat of the bus.
“I got here early, like a geek, so that I could get us a good seat.” She greeted Erika with a smile. “So how did it go last night?”
“I thought my mom caught wind of what was going on.” Erika explained in low tones. “When I got back from getting my swimsuit, I joined her for pizza. Right in the middle of swallowing, she asked me if I had found my swimsuit. I choked on the pizza. But then I played it off.”
Samantha giggled.
“It’s not funny.” Erika looked sternly at her new friend. “What if someone from school is up here at camp? Someone I know?”
“Like they could recognize you.” Samantha looked to the front of the bus. The driver just stepped on and was taking her seat, while a counselor stood at the front flipping through a clipboard. “There is such a difference between Eric the plague and the alluring Erika. Especially once we get you made over.”
The counselor in the front was calling for attention. She did a quick role call. Erika swallowed a large lump as a familiar name was read off. Victoria Swanson must have gotten on the bus while she was preoccupied talking with Samantha. Victoria was real smart, in all of the accelerated classes. She was on the student counsel, the school newspaper and part of the ‘In’ crowd. Erika groaned inwardly as it sunk in. Meanwhile the counselor laid down some basic rules for the long ride up to Camp Kumoni and informed them that there would be a fifteen-minute bathroom break half way there.
“When do I change, here on the bus or when we stop for to use the bathroom?” Erika asked Samantha.
“Let’s wait a few minutes for the others on the bus to settle down, then we’ll get started.” Samantha rummaged in her bag and pulled out a stick of chewing gum “I read your last strip this morning before coming to the bus.” She grinned. “Erika, you are really talented, you know?”
“I doubt that.” Erika shrugged it off.
“My sister thought so.” Samantha took Erika’s hand in hers, sending a flash of hot blood coursing through her body, reminding her that she was male. “And I agree with my sister. By the way, how are you going to keep your fans sated while we’re at camp?” She asked.
“I hid my Laptop in my suitcase. I figure, I might be able to sneak away from time and work on it, and while we are in the nearby town doing our laundry, I should be able to charge it and upload what I have.”
“Oooh, I didn’t think of that.” Samantha flashed a mischievous smile. We could check e-mail while there too, couldn’t we?”
“No need. The camp has a few computers that will be available for e-mail purposes.”
“Well that kind of takes the fun out of it.” She pouted. Samantha looked around the bus and noticed that most of the girls were involved in their own conversations, or reading books. “Shall we begin?”
“How do we go about doing this?” Erika asked.
Samantha reached into her backpack and pulled out a bra. “Here, put this on under your T-shirt.”
“How?” Erika looked at her incredulously. “Remember, I’ve never really put one of these on before, let alone in a moving vehicle while keeping my shirt on.”
“Well, when you put it that way.” Samantha giggled. “Why don’t you slouch down behind the seat and just change really quick. I’ll keep a look out.”
Samantha had to help Erika hook the back of the bra. Erika slipped her T-shirt back on. Samantha then slipped the breast forms out of her bag and handed them to her raven-haired friend, who slipped them under her shirt and adjusted them inside the bra, instantly giving her a chest. Erika’s hands lightly caressed her chest.
“Stop that.” Samantha hissed. “Girls don’t go rubbing their breasts, unless they are in the shower.”
“I’m sorry, It’s just that they are so new and well…..” Erika left it
“Your T-shirt and jeans will work until we get into the cabin, but you should change out of those grubby shoes.” Samantha looked down at the holey faded and cracked skater’s shoes. She reached in her back and pulled out the white Keds that they had purchased the other day.
Erika quickly switched out the shoes. “What do I do with these?” She asked pointing to the smelly worn out shoes.”
“I don’t know, kick them under the seat or something.” Samantha wrinkled her cute button of a nose.
“Here, take out your balls and put these on.” Samantha handed Erika some silver hoop earrings.
“Take out my balls?” Erika grimaced. “Samantha, I’m surprised at you.” She mocked.
Samantha wrinkled her nose at the reference and looked closely at the young dark-haired woman beside her. “Wow.” Just that little bit made such a difference. That will do until I can get some make-up on you at the rest-stop.
“What should we do if Victoria starts asking questions, or putting two and two together?” Erika looked to Samantha.
“She’d never believe you were Eric ‘the plague’.”
“I’m still nervous about being caught.”
“Just pretend that you don’t know her.” Samantha suggested. “You are my cousin, or something.”
Eventually the bus slowed way down and got off the freeway. The counselor stood up and got everyone’s attention.
“Remember, we only have fifteen minutes.” She reminded them.
“I’ve gotta take a leak.” Erika told Samantha.
“Girls don’t take leaks, they go pee, they powder their noses, or they use the facilities. They don’t go see a man about a horse, milk the mule or need to take a piss.” She reprimanded.
“Okay, okay, I’ve got to use the facilities.” Erika corrected. “Better?”
“Much.”
“The problem is that I’ve never been in the ‘ladies’ room.” Erika confessed.
“Whatever you do, don’t stand up when you pee.” Samantha looked aghast. “I’ll go in with you. Can you wait until I get some make-up on you first?”
“Will it take long?” Erika squirmed.
“No, besides, there will be a line waiting for the toilets for the first five minutes or so anyway.”
The bus finally came to a stop near the bathrooms. The girls on the bus all got up as one and started filing out the door and lining up to use the facilities.
“See, told you. I can get your make-up on in that amount of time.”
Samantha pulled a small bag of cosmetics out of her pack and quickly applied eye shadow to Erika’s eyelids.
“You’re going to have to do this on your own, you know.” Samantha stated as she worked.
“If I do it, I’ll look like Tammy Fae, or Bozo.” Erika protested.
“You still need to learn. I can’t be doing this every day for you, it just wouldn’t look right.” Samantha blended the colors nicely. “Here, you are going to put your own mascara on today.” She handed the eye-lash enhancer to Erika, who after almost stabbing herself in the eyes three times, seemed to have applied the mascara, somewhat alright.
“Here, put a bit of this on your lips.” Samantha handed her some plumping lip gloss.
“Do I look okay?” Erika asked uncertain.
“Like you need to use the facilities, Lets, go, I have to take a leak.” Samantha teased.
The line to use the bathroom had dwindled down quite a bit. It was only a moment or two before Erika had a free stall. It was a bit strange, sitting to pee. It was, after all, Erika’s first time using the toilet. After she flushed, she washed her hands, and looked around for Samantha.
“Samantha.” She called.
There was no answer. Erika was starting to feel abandoned. She exited the bathroom and started back towards the bus when she spotted Samantha there talking with Victoria.
“Oh God!” Erika groaned. Her heart beat a bit faster in her chest. Her heart started beating like a frightened rabbit’s when she saw Samantha wave her over to join her.
“Victoria, this is one of my sister’s good friends, Erika.” Samantha introduced Victoria to the frightened and nearly ashen Erika. “Erika, this is Victoria, she is the editor of the school newspaper.”
“I’m not editor, yet.” Victoria grinned. “I’m just the gossip columnist.” She held out a hand to Erika with a smile. “Pleased to meet you, Erika.”
Erika darted a terrified look to Samantha then took Victoria’s hand and smiled back.
“Come on girls.” The counselor called, interrupting the meet and greet. “Fifteen minutes are up, let’s get a move on it.”
The girls quickly found their seats on the bus.
“What the hell? Why did you do that?” Erika asked.
“What?” Samantha feigned innocence.
“Introduce me to Victoria like that. She could blow this whole thing even before we get there.”
“Relax, Erika, she didn’t suspect anything.” Samantha patted Erika’s knee. “Besides, it would look suspicious if I didn’t introduce you to her.”
“What are we going to do if she ends up in our Cabin?” Erika fretted.
“Will you stop the ‘what ifs’ and try to relax?”
Easy for you to say! Erika’s brain screamed. You won’t get in trouble or even arrested if caught!
“Good afternoon Columbine girls.” A friendly voice sang from the door to the cabin. In stepped a young woman with copper hair, twisted up and clipped to the back of her head. Her fair skin was dotted with freckles and her green eyes were warm and sparkling with merriment. She was wearing shorts, flip-flops and a lavender Camp Kumoniwanalaya T-shirt that clashed with her warm coloring and orange hair.
“Is everyone here?” She asked looking around taking a head count. She nodded to herself and plopped down on the bed next to the door. “My name is Phoenix and I’ll be your counselor for the next two months.”
The girls all greeted her with smiles and a murmur.
“I hope you like this cabin, I had to fight to get it, it’s further away from the boys, and close enough to the showers that we don’t have to hike to them, yet far enough that we won’t hear them every morning and night.” Phoenix smiled. “As my name is Phoenix, I like to give my cabin-mates the opportunity to ‘burn’ their past and be ‘re-born’. So shed who you were before you got on that bus this morning. Toss it aside and think of the next few weeks as a time of change so that you can emerge a new person."
In more ways than one... Erika thought to herself.
The bus was winding its way up into the mountains. The large broadleaf maple trees gave way to firs, pines and cedar trees. The rolling grasslands were replaced with scrub brush and shrubs. Rhododendron’s, their blooms already replaced by light green new growth fought for space alongside groupings of ferns, dogwoods, scrub oak and thickets of barberries. The anticipation on the bus was thick enough to feel. Giddiness abounded as girls started looking around out the windows at their surroundings, or at one another and sharing smiles and thoughts.
The bus pulled off the main road and rocked side to side as it drove down a long curving gravel driveway. Butterflies started swirling in Erika’s stomach. Would the counselors at the camp see right through her facade? Would Eric be the laughing stock of the camp, forced to enter the boy’s cabins and endure the ridicule of the entire camp….. The plague of Camp Kumoni.
A hand on her arm, snapped Erika out of her dark thoughts as the bus came to a stop. “Stop that.” Samantha gave her a tight-lipped smile.
“Stop what?” Erika was starting to sweat.
“Worrying.” Samantha told her. “We’ll be all right.”
“You might be.” Erika said. “I won’t, if I’m found out.”
“Alright ladies.” The counselor in front called. “Settle down. You have all received e-mail from your cabin counselors informing you where you are to go. If you haven’t received an e-mail or are having difficulty, I’ll be able to assist you after you retrieve your luggage.” She paused for a breath. “You have twenty minutes to find your cabins.” With that said, she hopped off the bus and greeted an older woman wearing a whistle around her neck. A few words passed and the woman began greeting everyone as they disembarked the bus.
“Welcome to camp Kumoni…… Welcome……. Glad to see you.”
Erika and Samantha found their luggage and looked around them and down the dirt path towards the lake which could be seen peeking through the trees. The smell of fresh mountain air, pine needles and earth was pungent in the air. The sunlight filtered by the trees danced on the ground.
A large, steep, metal-roofed log building stood like an enormous boulder among the trees. From the sounds and smells, Erika quickly made it out to be the Mess hall. Rough-hewn lumber cabins dotted open areas between the trees and spattering of Rhodies and ferns. The guys bus was unloading at the same time. The boys and the girls openly ogled one another, before heading in different directions of the camp.
Erika slung a small duffle bag over her shoulder and lugged her old suit case while Samantha wheeled hers next to her along the packed earthen paths.
As it turned out, Columbine cabin was the last one along the path, half hidden in the trees and underbrush. Two steps led up to an open door. That had a note taped to it.
“Cool, you guys in Columbine too?” Victoria voiced from behind them.
Erika froze in her place as a chill ran down her spine. Victoria was to be sharing their cabin. This wasn’t going to work. Maybe she should just go down to the office and spill her guts, it couldn’t be too bad. Maybe they would send her home.
“Wow, what are the odds that we would be sharing a cabin.” Samantha turned and smiled at Victoria. “Who would have thought it possible.”
I would! Erika screamed in her head. I knew this would happen! I just knew it and I told you! She stared daggers at Samantha.
“What does the note say?” Victoria asked looking past them.
The three girls crowded around the door, still with their suitcases.
Hey Girls!
Come on in and pick out your bunks and start getting unpacked. I have business with the director and will be along in a bit. NO FIGHTING over the beds or who gets the top. Rock, scissors, paper works just fine. ; ) Besides, we will have time to trade later.
A rough figure of a bird engulfed in flames was sketched at the bottom.
“Hey there, are you all in this cabin?” a voice called from within.
Samantha, Victoria and Erika all stepped into the cabin so that they could get a look at who the voice is from. Their eyes quickly adjusted to a dim cabin and saw a very tall, beautiful young lady smiling nervously at them.
“Hi, I’m Katie.” She smiled.
Introductions went around the room.
Victoria looked Katie up and down “Wow, you’re really…..”
“Tall.” Katie finished with a shrug. “My father is six foot eight. My mother, six foot four.”
“I was going to say pretty.” Victoria interjected. “Do you model?”
Katie was a bit startled by the question. “Model? Me? Most people ask me if I play basketball.” She blushed. “No, I don’t model, or play basket ball.”
“Which beds are still open?” Samantha asked.
“I think that one next to the door belongs to Phoenix’s “ Katie deducted. “That way she can hear anyone coming or going. I grabbed the top bunk over here, I figured it would be easier for me to get in and out of than some of you short people.
“Oh great, you’ve started short jokes and I haven’t even put my stuff down.” A voice called from the door. The four girls looked over to see a short blonde girl in the doorway. A very short, blonde girl.
“I’m sorry.” Katie turned beet red, “I didn’t realize….”
“Realize what? That I had a pretty smile, or beautiful blue eyes.” The blonde dwarf pulled her suitcase up the final step and dragged it into the room. She stood and looked at them. “Oh. You didn’t realize that I was short. You know, that one always slips by them.” She threw them all a sarcastic, but warm smile.
Erika covered her smirk with a hand.
“Don’t worry, beanpole. No harm, no foul.” The dwarf smiled and looked around the room. “By the way, my name is Danielle. Any beds left?”
“We were just getting to that ourselves.” Victoria started across the room. “Mind if I take this one?”
“Hey, Long-legs, is anyone bunking under you?” Danielle asked.
“Not yet.” Katie was thrown off guard by the small woman.
“Do you snore?” Danielle craned her neck up to look at the tall girl.
“No.” Katie answered.
“Then I’ll take it.” Danielle heaved her suitcase onto the bed beneath Katie’s.
Erika and Samantha quickly chose their beds, and then introduced themselves to Danielle.
“So what did the note say?” Danielle asked. “It was a bit high for me to see clearly.”
Samantha read it to her from the doorway.
“Hello Columbine!” a voice called from outside.
“Come on in.” Danielle called out.
A tan, athletic girl with brown hair cut in a short bob, entered the cabin with a large duffle bag. She surveyed the room glancing briefly at each person there. “I’m Rachel. Is this bed taken?” She tossed her duffle bag onto an empty bottom bunk.
“Not anymore.” Victoria quipped.
The girls made small talk, while awaiting Phoenix’s arrival, trying to fill the awkwardness of strangers coming together who are going to spend a lot of time with each other.
Under the bottom bunk of each bed were two sets of three drawers that pulled out. The back of the room had a roughed in closet without doors. It had a closet rod, but no hangers, a broom and small trash can. Next to it was a door that Erika assumed led to the bathroom.
“Have any of you been to this camp before?” Rachel asked the room
Mutters of ‘no’ and heads shaking were her answer.
“Has anyone met Phoenix, yet?”
“Katie was first here.” Victoria stated. “Did you meet her?” she directed to the tall girl.
“No.” She sat on the edge of her bunk allowing her long legs dangle. “When I arrived, I saw the note and came into an empty cabin.”
“Where are you from, Katie?” Rachel inquired.
Katie explained that she was from a small town out in the middle of farm country. Rachel then prompted each girl in turn around the room. Only Samantha had known Victoria and Erika before reaching Camp Kumoni.
“Good afternoon Columbine girls.” A friendly voice sang from the door to the cabin. In stepped a young woman with copper hair, twisted up and clipped to the back of her head. Her fair skin was dotted with freckles and her green eyes were warm and sparkling with merriment. She was wearing shorts, flip-flops and a lavender Camp Kumoni T-shirt that clashed with her warm coloring and orange hair.
“Is everyone here?” She asked looking around taking a head count. She nodded to herself and plopped down on the bed next to the door. “My name is Phoenix and I’ll be your counselor for the next two months.”
The girls all greeted her with smiles and a murmur.
“I hope you like this cabin, I had to fight to get it, it’s further away from the boys, and close enough to the showers that we don’t have to hike to them, yet far enough that we won’t hear them every morning and night.” Phoenix smiled. “As my name is Phoenix, I like to give my cabin-mates the opportunity to ‘burn’ their past and be ‘re-born’. So shed who you were before you got on that bus this morning. Toss it aside and think of the next few weeks as a time of change so that you can emerge a new person."
In more ways than one... Erika thought to herself. She kept secreting looks at Victoria, wondering if she had figured her identity.
“I believe I heard that you all have introduced yourselves to one another, but we are going to do so again, but in that really embarrassing way. For instance, I got stuck being named after my grandmother, Opal. The name never really fit me, so I go by Phoenix. I am a student at the University studying psychology and sociology, and am spending this summer to further my studies. I like people, obviously with what I’m studying, and love swimming. My goal, or if you will, secret agenda, is to help you have a great summer and make you take a deeper look at how incredibly wonderful each one of you are.”
The Cabin was silent.
“How about you go next.” Phoenix nodded to Victoria.
“My name is Victoria I go to Kennedy high. My family is originally from Mexico City, and immigrated here, legally, before I was born. I am a writer, for the school newspaper and hope to use my time here at camp to gain new experiences and ideas to use in my writings.
“Wow, a writer.” Phoenix smiled. “How about you?” She pointed.
“My name is Katie. As I told you, I’m from a very small town. My dad is a cattle rancher, my mom is a dentist. I don’t play basketball, like everyone thinks. I just really want to blend in better, and not stand head and shoulders above everyone else.”
“Wow, with legs like those, you should model.” Phoenix greeted. “You’re next.” She nodded her head.
“My name is Danielle, but everyone calls me Dani. I live on the outskirts of the city and yes, I am a midget, dwarf, small person, all of those things. Just because, I’m short, doesn’t mean I can’t do anything. I love to play softball, dance, and swim although I’m not very good at it.” She looked to the owner of the dangling legs above her. “Too bad you can’t give me a few inches, so that we would both be happy.”
Katie smiled down. “In a heartbeat, if I could.”
“Please don’t assume that I can’t do something, and then do it for me. I’ll ask if I need help.”
“Cool.” Phoenix looked to the next.
“I’m Rachel. My friends call me Ragel, because I have a temper. I live south of the city. My dad is a work-a-holic and sends me to this camp every summer to keep me out of his hair. I am on the wrestling team in school, and won three quarters of my matches last year, and I took second in the javelin at the state track meet.” She paused. “As for what I want to get out of this summer?......... I just want to beat the boys at all of the competitions.”
Phoenix’s face was quite serious. “Everyone keep long sharp objects away from Rachel and don’t piss her off,” A smile lit up her face. “Unless you want to find yourselves lying face down pinned to the ground. I like that you’re competitive, Rachel.”
“Next?” Phoenix looked at Erika. Erika’s heart hit her ribs so loud that she was sure everyone in the cabin could hear it.
“Um….. my name is Erika, and I’m from the city. I am a bit of a computer nerd and like to draw.” Erika gulped. Do they know? She asked herself. Why is Victoria smiling at me that way? Say something Samantha, help me out!
“What do you want to get out of camp this summer?” Phoenix prompted.
“Uh……..” Her heart was pounding in her ears. Her stomach churned noisily. “I would really like to just fit in.” Erika smiled weakly.
“What do you like to draw?” Phoenix tried to get the shy, blushing Erika to open up.
“I draw comic strips.” She shrugged.
“They are really good too.” Samantha added.
Finally! Erika's mind directed it towards Samantha.
“How do you know, Erika?” Phoenix asked.
“Erika and my sister used to be friends.” Samantha stated.
“Used to be?” Phoenix inquired.
Samantha was quiet. It still hurt to talk about what happened to her sister. It was stupid she knew, it happened a while ago. She shouldn’t still feel this way.
“Her sister took her own life.” Victoria explained softly.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Samantha.” Phoenix blushed. “So Samantha, tell us about you.”
Samantha smiled a bit weak. “I go to the same high school as Victoria. I am on the cheer squad and like to watch football games. I love to shop bargains and hang out.” Samantha paused. “My sister ……… committed suicide a year and a half ago, and my goal here at camp is to come to terms with losing her.” She gave Erika a look of longing as she bit her lower lip.
“I hope we can help you do that,” Phoenix smiled. She heaved herself off the bed and pulled a box from under it. Opening it up she pulled a pile of Lavander T-shirts out of it and started tossing them to each of the girls. They were all identical to the one she had on. “I hope no one wears anything larger than a large, because that is all we have. Go ahead and change into those and then we’ll go over the camp rules, and expectations.”
Change? She wants us to change in front of each other? Erika’s heart beat a bit faster. She had only changed as a girl in front of Samantha. Maybe she should go change in the bathroom. No, Samantha warned that I would have to do this! So let's make it as painless as possible. She took one of the shirts, quickly slipped off her Ramones shirt and quickly pulled on the lavender camp shirt. Her heart fluttered a bit as she glanced around as the other girls changed their tops.
“You’re riding high.” Samantha whispered next to her.
“What?” Erika whispered back.
“Adjust your breasts.” Samantha stuck her hands up under her top and inserted her fingers under the bra and adjusted her breasts. While looking at Erika to make sure she was watching. Erika copied her and found that one of her breast forms had slid up a bit while she had changed. A quick flick of the finger and a cupping of her bra brought her back into alignment.
Phoenix picked up a thick notebook and stood by the door. “Let’s go find a secluded spot. Shall we go down by the lake or into the trees?”
A quick ascension indicated that the lake was preferred. Phoenix lightly stepped down out of the cabin and headed to the lake followed by the Columbine girls.
“How are you doing?” Samantha leaned in to whisper to Erika as they walked down the path.
“I’m still scared to death.” Erika admitted. “I feel that the others are looking right through this façade. Did anyone notice my breasts being out of place?”
“They don’t have a clue.” Samantha encouraged. “You’re doing really well. Just watch me and the others and do as we do.”
“There is no way I could pull off hot, or sexy.” Dani went back to her bunk.
“Are you kidding me?” Samantha tried to get the blonde’s attention. “You are beautiful.”
“Cute, sweet, adorable, even cuddly, but never hot, or beautiful.” Dani countered.
“You never know what a guy finds attractive, Dani.” Samantha continued.
Phoenix led them down the lake to a place where some wild grasses gave way to hard packed sand. A large fir tree had fallen a long time ago. With its branches long gone, it provided a perfect place to sit and hang out. The girls gathered around Phoenix in various positions, some on the log, others sitting back in the grass.
Phoenix made eye contact with the girls of her cabin before starting. “I know this is stupid and boring, but according to the Director, Robin Hobbs, I have to go over it anyway.” She went on to explain the boundaries of the camp as well as the shower schedule. The boys are to stay on their side of camp, the girls on theirs, with the exception of the few ‘co-ed’ lanes where one side needed to get to the other for activities. i.e. the boys crossing through the girl’s side to get to the lake. The sexual harassment rules and regulations were stern and to the point. Any abusers of the regulations would be sent home and if serious enough, arrested and charged.
“Now comes the somewhat fun part. Each cabin will be awarded points daily. Points will be awarded for how clean the cabin is kept. How many challenges, competitions, or games we win and for various other reasons, as they happen. At the end of every week, the Cabin with the most points will be able to do something special. I have it on good authority that Ice-cream parties, movie nights, and white-water rafting trips are among the prizes. Each week the cabins will start over, but at the end of the summer, all of the points over the 10 weeks will be totaled. The Cabin that has the most points will receive the grand prize. Which is kept secret until it is awarded.”
At the mention of contests and competitions, Rachel’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Last year’s grand prize was a day at the spa.”
This got some of the other girls to perk up.
“Our cabin, last year, missed out on it by three points.” Rachel scowled. “I really want to win this summer.”
“Alright, Columbine, let’s get familiar with the camp.” Phoenix got up and led them back along the lake. The then toured the camp complex. They first went to the Director, Robin Hobbs office. Robin Hobbs was the woman with the whistle, who was greeting everyone as they came off the bus next they went to mess hall, first aide station, boat launch, swimming area, amphitheater, and showers.
Erika breathed a huge sigh of relief when she saw that the showers were in fact individual stalls. If it had been an open showering area as in gym class, she’d may as well go by the director’s office and confess.
The tour ended up back at their cabin where Phoenix rummaged around in her box and passed out tentative schedules for the summer. “These are subject to change on the whim of the weather or Director Hobbs.” Phoenix looked at her watch. “It’s now three o’clock. You have until five thirty to do what you want. I’d suggest unpacking your clothes. At five thirty however, you need to be in the mess hall at our table ready to eat. Anyone coming in late will get points taken away from the cabin. Which better not happen, ‘cuz I want a head start on that spa day.”
“I thought it was a secret.” Victoria voiced.
“I’m just saying if that is what it is, I want us to win too.” Phoenix backpedaled. “I’ve got a counselor meeting to go to, I’ll meet you in the mess hall.” She skipped down the steps.
Erika opened her suitcase, pushed all of her boy clothes off to one side and slid her lap-top out from beneath the lining. She quickly placed it in the back of the top drawer, removed her toiletry bag and dropped it to one side before quickly closing up the case. She opened the duffle that Samantha had packed for her and started to arrange the clothes in the drawers.
“Anyone bring extra hangers?” Victoria called.
“No, didn’t think to.” Katie shrugged.
“I couldn’t reach them if I did.” Dani smirked.
“What do you need hangers for?” Rachel asked.
“For my dress.” Victoria explained holding up a summer floral dress.
Rachel wrinkled her nose. “I’m not a dress person.” She held up her warm-up pants, before folding them and putting them in to a drawer.
“You could hang it up over mine.” Samantha said holding up her dress too.
“Really? Thanks,” Victoria handed her dress to Samantha who draped it over hers and hung it in the closet.
“We’ll have to put that on the list for when we go into town.” Katie suggested.
“When do we get to go into town?” Rachel asked.
Victoria pulled her schedule our and scanned through it. “It looks like we get to be one of the first cabins to go.”
“Should we make a list?” Dani asked.
“I don’t have anything to write with or paper. I thought I would be too busy to write.” Victoria frowned. “I’ll have to add that to the list too.”
“Show them, Erika.” Samantha prompted.
“Show us what?” Rachel looked up from her unpacking.
Erika looked doubtful at Samantha.
“Come on, we’re all in the same cabin, they should know.”
“You’ll have too, now.” Victoria stated. “Now that we all know you are hiding something.”
That last statement caused Erika’s pulse to quicken, and she was sure that her face had turned bright red. If they only knew how much she was keeping secret. The other girls began to gather around Erika’s bed in anticipation, wanting in on the secret.
“Go on, Erika.” Samantha urged.
Erika reached into the back of her top drawer and pulled out her lap-top.
“Oooh, contraband.” Victoria squealed quietly.
“We can start the list on it.” Samantha suggested.
“They said that electronics weren’t allowed. Why did you risk bringing it?” Katie asked.
“She does her comic strips on it and uploads them to the internet.”
“But we don’t have service out here.” Victoria pointed out.
“But we will in town.” Erika smiled.
“Well…… Start a shopping list then.” Rachel ordered.
Erika opened the laptop and brought up a word program and started typing.
Rachel went on, “Hangers for their foo-foo clothes, paper and pens for the novelist….” She looked around at the others. “What about you, Dani? Do you want a stepstool?”
“Rachel!” Victoria, Samantha, and Katie all admonished together.
“Come on, guys, it was meant as a joke.” Rachel defended. “We should probably also get some ‘low overhead’ tape so Katie doesn’t hit her head….. “
“Put down some duct tape for Rachel’s mouth.” Samantha spoke over the crass brunette.
“Actually duct-tape isn’t a bad idea.” Dani added. “It could come in handy for when the pranks start up.”
“Pranks?” Erika looked surprised. A chill ran down her spine. Duct tape and pranks used in the same sentence made her queasy. She shivered at the memory.
“Come on, have you guys ever been to a camp that didn’t have its share of pranks?” Dani looked up at each of them. Rachel smiled and nodded her head.
“Put it down.” Samantha agreed. “I’m sure there are many other uses we can get out of it.”
“Do you have any music on that?” Dani’s eyes lit up.
“Some. But I doubt you’ll like it.”
“Did you bring speakers?” Dani pressed.
“I was lucky, I didn’t get caught with this.” Although sitting on the bed Erika was looking Dani eye to eye.
“Add speakers to the list.” Katie encouraged. “It might be nice to have some music that we didn’t have to sing.
“Will these help?” Rachel held some headphones up. “I brought my I-pod. I can’t go to sleep without music.”
“Only one person will be able to listen at a time, and we’ll have to use them very sparingly. I only have so much battery power, unless we can find a place to hide it when charging.” Erika sighed.
“Anything else?” The room was silent. Erika closed out of the program and put away the lap-top.
“Now we have to start getting ready for dinner. We’ve got to make ourselves look really hot.” Rachel started back to her bunk.
“What do you mean?” Victoria asked.
“It’s an unwritten, unrecognized rule that the guys at dinner all vote on the hottest looking cabin.” Rachel explained. “Up to twenty points are awarded to that cabin. The only catch is, that everyone has to wear these camp T-shirts.”
“That’s gotta be a hoax.” Victoria argued. “Why would the boy cabins give a girls cabin points if they weren’t expecting some in return?”
“Because they feel they can overpower us and win them all back in the sports competitions.” Rachel sneered.
“How in the world are we going to look hot wearing lavender camp T-shirts?” Katie inquired.
“We are girls, we know how to sew and accessorize.” Rachel pulled a pair of tiny scissors from an emergency sewing kit she had stashed in her bag.”
“Better count me out.” Dani sighed heavily.
“Why? Everyone in the cabin has to do it.” Rachel looked surprised.
“There is no way I could pull off hot, or sexy.” Dani went back to her bunk.
“Are you kidding me?” Samantha tried to get the blonde’s attention. “You are beautiful.”
“Cute, sweet, adorable, even cuddly, but never hot, or beautiful.” Dani countered. “I know who and what I am. Its kind of hard to hide and I’m okay with that.”
“You never know what a guy finds attractive, Dani.” Samantha continued. “Some guys like breasts, others, butts. Some like long hair, others short. Some prefer blondes, others brunettes, some like tall and skinny others like short and chunky.” Samantha took a breath, “Besides, it will be a lot of fun.”
“If you’ve brought them, you should wear your short, denim skirts. If not, jean shorts should work.” Rachel suggested. She started to work, cutting the neck opening of her T-shirt.
Forty-five minutes later, Erika took her augmented shirt, denim skirt and went into the bathroom. She looked into the mirror above the sink and took a deep breath. I’m a girl. She told herself. I am a girl and I can do this…… what am I saying? As soon as I walk in there, the guys are all going to start laughing, and pointing! Her heart jumped around as she thought about what she was about to do.
She slipped off her Keds, and jeans. The cool air on her shaved legs felt very strange. She reached down and felt their smoothness, all except for the one nick on her knee. But it was so small, she didn’t think anyone would notice. She stepped into the skirt that Samantha had packed for her and pulled it up around her hips then struggled with the button and zipper, still not used to them being opposite from guys clothes. Damn this is short! How am I going to keep from anyone looking up and seeing that I don’t belong?
She then pulled the re-worked T-shirt on. Rachel had cut her shirt similar to her own. She cut down the seam from the neck most of the way down the sleeve on each side, then gathered a small part of it and tied it back together. Rachel then knotted the back bottom of the shirt, so that it was snug, ‘To show off your curves, girl’. Rachel stated. When Erika put it on, it was an off the shoulder sleeve look. The gathered and tied off shirt made her breasts more pronounced, making her even more self-conscious. Her bra strap was there for everyone to see. She wasn’t sure if that was okay or not, but decided to go along with it, since Rachel and the others seemed to know what they were doing. They should, after all they have been girls a lot longer than she had.
Erika was carefully re-applying her mascara, Samantha was right, it really did bring out her blue eyes. Samantha came in the bathroom, slipped her skirt and panties around her ankles and sat on the toilet to pee. Erika stopped applying the mascara and looked over at the blonde cheerleader. She is going pee right if front of me! What was she doing? Didn’t she realize that I am here? Of course she did... Erika cleared her throat.
Samantha looked up. “Oh, sorry Erika, I hope this doesn’t make you too uncomfortable, but I had to really go.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Besides you’re one of us now.”
“Am I?” Erika turned towards her friend. “I feel and look like a drag queen.”
“Actually you look very good.” Samantha smiled. She wiped herself. Erika turned away uncomfortably. “Of course we need to do something with your hair, but you have great legs, and the T-shirt looks very feminine on you.”
“But my bra straps are showing.” Erika groaned, “I can’t believe that I just said that out loud.”
“They’re supposed to. Think back to when you were a guy.” Samantha whispered in her ear. Her soft voice and sweet scent, filled Erika’s head with masculine thoughts. She felt a tightening in her panties. Not now. Please, not now. When she opened her eyes and saw Erika looking back at her, knowing that in a just a little bit, guys from the other side of the camp were going to be staring and laughing at her, the tightness in her skirt quickly faded.
“Right now, We need your help with Dani.” Samantha kept her voice low. “She is having issues with being comfortable with her body in a sexy way.”
“She is having issues. She isn’t the only one having issues with being comfortable with her body.” Erika hissed at Samantha. “How the hell am I to help? I’m having the same issue.”
“Come on, Erika, we need your help with this.” Samantha pleaded. “She really has a problem.”
Erika glared at Samantha. “Okay, I know, you are having some problems yourself, but look at yourself, Erika.” Samantha pressed. “Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me that you wouldn’t look twice at a girl looking like you do.”
Erika stared at herself. Large blue eyes, hair as dark as night, and fair complexion, of someone who doesn’t see much sun. With the make-up, and earrings, Erika did make a striking figure. With different clothes and make-up, she would fit right into the goth crowd at school. Summer’s crowd. The thought of her dead friend made her heart ache. She let out a deep sigh, that she didn’t know she was holding. “Alright.” She relented.
The two girls joined the others in the cabin, all in various stages of dress. Dani sat looking miserable on her bed. Rachel had cut into Dani’s T-shirt the same way as Erika’s. Instead of being knotted in the back however, Dani’s had three horizontal slashes cut in it allowing some cleavage to peek through.
“What should I do?” Erika whispered to Samantha.
“Go talk with her. We have all tried.” Samantha nudged.
Erika slowly walked over to Dani, who was lost in her own miserable world. She sat down next to her on the bed.
“You come to talk me into this too?” Dani mumbled.
“No. I’m trying to figure out how to get out of it myself.” Erika told her honestly. The other girls made themselves busy on the other side of the cabin.
“I’m a midget.” Dani muttered. “Midgets get laughed at and made fun of. They aren’t sexy, or hot.”
“I’m a computer nerd.” Erika answered. “Nerds sit in front of computer screens and have their noses buried in Sci-fi.” She looked over at Dani. “I have pasty white skin and no figure. I’ll probably blind everyone in there with my white legs.”
Dani snorted with disbelief. “Then why do it?”
“I’m not sure yet myself.” Erika stated. “Maybe to prove to myself that I don’t have to care what they think. Didn’t Phoenix tell us today that we were to be re-born today at camp, that what we were before getting here doesn’t matter?” Erika had no idea where she was going with this, or if she even believed a word of it herself. She just knew she had to help this ‘lost soul’ to get back on the path of the maze with her. Who knows, maybe they could help each other to find the end of this maze called camp, together?
“Let me guess, before coming here, you were ‘Dani the midget’.” Erika guessed.
“Actually I was ‘Dinki Dani’.” Dani admitted miserably.
“You mean they actually had an imagination at your school? I was called ‘The plague’ at my school.” Erika confessed. “Anything I touched or did caused catastrophes. No one here knows Dinki Dani, or The Plague, so we can be whomever we want. So let’s be ‘Dani the Debutant’, and “Endearing Erika’.”
“Dani the Debutante?” Dani smiled incredulously. “That’s the best you could come up with?”
“I’m sorry. It was short notice. Besides I’m an artist, not a writer.” Erika smiled back. The two smiled and giggled.
I’m giggling with a girl, I just met…… giggling. I’m never going to live this down!
“Alright I’ll do it.” Dani avowed.
“You will?” Erika watched in amazement as ‘Dinki Dani’ stood up from the bed, threw her blonde curls over her shoulder and looked to the others in the cabin. “I’ll do it.”
One foot in front of the other……. One foot in front of the other. Swing your hips….. smile, like you’re enjoying it……. one foot in front of the other.
“You’ve got to be kidding, I don’t know how to walk in these.” Erika protested.
“It’s not hard.” Samantha pulled out a pair of heeled sandals for herself and started to strap them on. “You have twenty minutes to practice before we go over.”
Erika looked around the cabin for help from the other girls.
“If I have to do this,” Dani grinned. “Then it’s only fair that you have to do it in heels.”
Erika seeing no help coming from the other girls, dropped onto the edge of the bed and began strapping into the wedges.
After a few minutes of walking around the cabin, it was starting to get a little easier.
“You’re walking like a jock.” Victoria admonished. “Take smaller steps and use your hips. Didn’t your mom teach you how to walk in heels?”
“I’ve never really had an opportunity to wear them.” Erika hoped she wasn’t gritting her teeth. She could feel her face turning red as she became more frustrated. I’m at summer camp. Heels aren’t supposed to be at summer camp. I’m not even supposed to be on this side of the camp. I should have called the whole thing off and stayed where I belonged. Erika fumed silently.
“Take it easy, Erika.” Samantha came up to her and spoke softly to her. “You can do this, you just have to have some patience and put one foot in front of the other.”
“Okay, it’s time to go.” Katie looked around the cabin nervously.
“Let’s give it a few more minutes.” Rachel stood by the door looking everyone over. “We don’t want to enter the mess hall, we want to make an entrance.”
Easy for her to say. Erika was having difficulty keeping her thoughts unspoken. Rachel had a lean, well-muscled, body with legs that were tan and looked like she played soccer or basketball. She strode around the cabin with feminine if not a more athletic grace, while Erika felt like a Clydesdale stomping around in the damn wedges.
Getting across the camp to the mess hall was no easy feat. The slightly uneven ground was like hiking through rough terrain. Dips in the ground swallowed her and made the next step precarious. Sticks and tree roots kept tripping her. Her ankles were on fire and screaming at her while trying to maintain upright.
“Walking on stilts would have been easier.” she muttered.
Now she stood in the midst of her cabin mates outside the double doors to the mess hall, about to parade in to take a seat at their table. Good thing we saw where our table was on the tour, or else we would parade in, stop and be forced to look around for our place, like idiots.
The noise in the hall was almost deafening as everyone was forced to use louder voices to be heard over those of their neighbors.
“Let’s go.” Rachel decided. She pulled open one of the double doors and entered with poise, a smile and a sashay that, under different circumstances, would have had Erika’s full attention. Victoria followed her with more gusto than Erika thought that the writer could muster.
“Alright, Dani, go for it.” Samantha encouraged.
Dani’s eyes were as large as saucers, as she looked back at Samantha.
“I’ll be right behind you blinding them with my white legs.” Erika squeezed the curly blonde’s shoulder encouragingly. Dani smiled up at Erika with a nervous laugh.
Erika took a deep breath, pasted on what she hoped would be a sexy smile, and proceeded into the room. The mess hall had gone from hundreds of people sounding like a gaggle of geese, to a hiss of whispers from the girl’s side and the encouraging calls and whistles from the guys side. Erika’s heart wasn’t in her chest any more, it was in her head. At least it seemed so. Her head pulsated with every heartbeat, while her stomach wanted to hurl everything that might still be in it out across the floor.
One foot in front of the other……. One foot in front of the other. Swing your hips….. smile, like you’re enjoying it……. one foot in front of the other. Her eyes flitted from the blonde curly hair in front of her to the bounce in Rachel’s bobbed hair. One foot in front of the other. She was almost there.
Sitting at their table looking confused and upset at the same time was Phoenix. Erika didn’t pick her foot up enough and caught the toe of her sandal and wobbled, nearly stumbling.
One foot in front of the other……. Swing your hips.
Once she reached the table, she had to figure how to sit like a girl in the short skirt without flashing the entire camp. She smoothed the skirt over her bottom, like she had seen Samantha do so many times at school, and eased onto the front of the folding chair, then slid back slightly.
Erika turned in time to see the statuesque Katie approach the table with an elegance Erika envied. Behind her, Samantha had entered the mess. By this time the guys were all barking encouragement, some splitting the room with ear piercing whistles. Samantha approached her seat, turned around to face the boy’s side of the mess and blew them all a kiss before sitting down, her face glowing with excitement.
Director Hobbs stood up on a make-shift podium. “Alright boys, that’s enough.” She called out over the dwindling cat calls. “That’s enough, settle down.” She waited until the mess was quiet except for a couple hundred people breathing and the occasional clatter from the kitchen. “For those who don’t know me, I’m Director Hobbs……..” She continued with her welcome speech.
“What are you girls doing?” Phoenix asked through a toothy smile. “You’re late and our cabin has started out negative five points.”
“Relax, Phoenix.” We just made them all up and more.” Rachel patted their counselor’s arm.
“By making a spectacle of yourselves?” Phoenix asked.
“By searing our cabin’s name into the brains of every guy in the mess.” Rachel beamed at her successful ploy. “You’ll see.”
“…… So welcome to Camp Kumoni.” Director Hobbs finished to applause and some mild cheers.
“We are going to talk about this back at the cabin.” Phoenix was not amused. Just then, a large bowl of tossed salad and a basket of French bread was placed at the end of the table. The girls erupted into chatter, talking excitedly about their grand entrance.
“I thought I was going to die.” Dani admitted to Erika.
“I almost tripped and fell on top of you.” Erika informed her with a slight giggle.
A large bowl of spaghetti was placed at their table which was passed down after each took some.
“Alright, girls.” Phoenix said after they had finished their peach cobbler. “Let’s head back to the cabin.”
The girls in Columbine cabin all got up and exited the mess with less show, but still received some whooping and encouragement from the boy’s side to the mess.
“What in the world is going on?” Phoenix asked once they all had found perches on their beds. “What was with the show back there?”
Rachel explained to Phoenix about the extra points that the boys cabins awarded to the girls.
“That’s all a rumor.” Phoenix shook her head. “Director Hobbs won’t allow extra points for girls making a fool out of themselves like that.”
“Who said anything about Director Hobbs.” Rachel countered. “Do you really think she has the time to keep track of all the points that each cabin accumulates? It’s her assistant, Tyler who tallies and posts the points.”
“I’m sure, Tyler doesn’t do that kind of thing either. Now get out of those T-shirts and into something a bit warmer. We’re going to be late again, for our first campfire.”
Change again? Erika thought. I’ve already changed three times today. At least it will be nice to get out of these sandals. She joined Samantha over by their drawers and pulled off her altered T-shirt and pulled a hooded sweatshirt over her head. She checked to make sure that her breasts were in their proper places.
“You should continue wearing the sandals.” Samantha commented. “You need practice walking like a girl.”
“Are you kidding me?” Erika stopped what she was doing and looked to the cheerleader. “I can barely walk across the room in these things and you want me to traipse across the camp in them?”
“You walk like a guy, Erika.”
“I am a guy, Samantha.” Erika hissed.
“Fine, do as you wish.” Samantha growled with frustration.
Erika had mixed feelings about changing out of her skirt and into her girl jeans. The skirt gave her a freedom of movement she hadn’t expected. Sure, it was laborious making sure that she sat lady-like, but she had to admit, she did look good in it. She looked down at her feet, sighed and begrudgingly left her sandals on. “You are going to have to help me to the campfire.” She told Samantha.
Samantha smiled and nodded.
Phoenix led them across the camp through the boy’s section and to a large amphitheater. Most of the other cabins had already arrived, and were talking amongst themselves, while in the center of the great arc of tiered benches, a great roaring fire, crackled, throwing dancing shadows and light across the area.
Phoenix entered the circle of firelight and headed to an open area. The amphitheater suddenly became quiet, then almost as one, all the guys started calling and applauding columbine’s entrance, despite the protests of their counselors. Phoenix smiled, but clearly didn’t know what to make of the attention as she led her cabin around and through the cheering camp.
Dani looked up at Erika with a big smile. Erika, guessing how she felt, smiled back. The last time Eric had been applauded in anything close to this fashion was when he was in his underwear duct taped to the flag pole in the middle of the school quad. That, as Erika was finding out, was totally different from this kind of attention. This attention felt good. It warmed her even as it scared her. Part of her kept wanting to check to see if her zipper was down, or if someone had taped a ‘I’m really a boy’ sign on her back.
Just as she was settling her racing heart and her frazzled nerves, the toe of her sandal caught a root and she stumbled forward, landing on her hands and knees.
“Here, let me give you a hand.” A voice said near her.
Erika looked up into the face of a guy holding his hand out for her. Erika didn’t know what to do, so she took his hand and allowed him to slip his other hand under her arm to help hoist her back to her feet.
“Uh…….. Thank you.” She could feel her pale face turning bright red.
“Are you all right?” he asked with a concerned smile.
Why was he helping her? She should be scampering back, and trying to run the other direction. “Yeah, I believe so…..” She managed to say as she rubbed the dirt from her hands.
“I’m Josh.” His hand still held her under the arm for support, his blue eyes sparkled in the firelight. “I’m from Oak cabin.”
Why should she care what cabin he was in. Oh crap, what if the camp found out and put Eric in Oak cabin. This was a disaster.
“Are you alright, Erika?” Samantha took Erika’s other arm. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“No, I’m fine.” Erika shrugged. The feeling of Samantha’s fingers brushing lightly against her arm numbed any pain that she might have been feeling.
“Thank you…… um. “Samantha looked from her friend up at the broad-chested, dark haired, guy, and didn’t finish her sentence.
“Josh.” He smiled at Samantha, but his eyes were on Erika.
“Thank you, Josh. I’m Samantha, this is Erika, were in….”
“Columbine cabin. I know.” Josh finished. “Who could forget that entrance in the mess this evening. Are you sure you’re okay, Erika?”
“I’m fine, I just feel real stupid tripping over my own feet.”
“Heels weren’t meant to be worn out here.” He advised. “Although you do look good in them. I hope we see each other around, Erika.” Josh let go of her arm and stepped back allowing the two girls to pass.
Samantha quickly escorted Erika over to where the rest of Columbine cabin was seating its self. “My god, he is gorgeous.” Samantha almost swooned. “You tripped on purpose didn’t you.” Her voice took on an edge.
“What are you talking about?” Erika turned on Samantha. “You’re the one who told me to wear these stupid heels out in this root ridden, pothole infested camp.”
“Girls, sit down.” Phoenix ordered from the other end of the bench.
“Did you see those amazing eyes of his?” Samantha asked.
“No, I didn’t.” Erika answered. “I was a bit occupied with tripping and being embarrassed.”
“How about that chest, and those arms?” Samantha went on ignoring Erika’s reply. “I wonder how much he can bench-press.”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. Why don’t you go ask him?” Erika brushed fir needles and dirt from her knees.
Samantha elbowed Erika
“What?” Erika was starting to get annoyed.
“He’s waving at you.” Samantha spoke through smiling teeth.
“So?”
“So? Smile and wave back.” Samantha instructed.
Erika looked up and spotted Josh, who was in fact smiling at her and trying to wave discreetly to her. She made a halfhearted attempt to smile and gave a slight wave.
Samantha leaned in to whisper in Erika’s ear “You bitch. You’ve been a girl for less than twenty-four hours and you’ve already got the attention of the cutest guy in camp.”
“That’s exactly what I don’t need.” Erika whispered back.
The strumming of guitars settled the crowd down as everyone’s attention was being diverted to the group of players tuning their instruments and playing a few bars of songs.
I can’t believe I tripped in front of the whole freaking camp. Erika contemplated. And now Samantha says that a guy likes me? If I was a guy, wait, what am I saying, I am a guy. She corrected. When I’m a guy and I trip like that, I’m lucky if I only get teased. She thought back to the school year when she was Eric. Someone in the hall had stuck out their foot tripping him, scattering his books and papers across the hall. Everyone in the hall started laughing, a kid nearby spit on him and began laughing. Eric wiped the phlegm from his hair and wiped it on his pants. “The plague has struck again.” Someone called out causing the laughing to escalate. One of the football players picked up one of his books and tossed it out an open window and into a mud puddle. Another jock grabbed an outline of a term paper and wadded it up and tossed it to a friend down the hall who then lit it with his lighter and tossed it into a drinking fountain. Eric tried to gather up his stuff as quickly as he could before anyone else could destroy any more of his things.
Erika shook herself and revisited the warmth and acceptance she had felt when she and the others of Columbine cabin had entered the amphitheater. Acceptance. It was an alien concept for someone who had only been accepted in the digital world of the internet. I could get used to this. Erika thought to herself as the voices of her fellow campers began to sing a camp song.
“I need help to figure out how to disguise my ‘maleness’ while wearing my bathing suit.” Erika bit her lip.
“Can you just tuck it between your legs?” Samantha looked at Erika’s shorts.
“You know that saying about it having a mind of it’s own?” Erika looked worried.
“Yeah.”
“It’s true..."
Eric woke in the early hours of morning with the need to pee. He flipped back his covers and sat up. His mind was fog filled as he padded along to the bathroom. He closed the door and lifted the seat to the toilet and began to pee. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand and looked down at the target he was aiming at. Purple sweat pants. Why am I wearing purple sweatpants? Oh shit! I’m supposed to be a girl. The previous day’s events slammed through his mind so hard he almost staggered.
He stopped his stream, although it burned to do so and quickly put the toilet seat down and sat. He released his penis and allowed the urine to flow. Damn! I need to be more careful. What if Rachel had walked in? oh god, she’d probably beat the hell out of me then feed me to the rest of the girl campers. Or worse, what if Victoria finds out. Not only will I be banned from camp in a humiliating fashion, but the whole school will know.
Erika finished, pulled up pink panties, purple sweats and washed her hands while looking in the mirror. Crap, my make-up is everywhere. I look like Marilyn Manson on a bad day. She wet some paper towels and began trying to remove the dark stains from under her eyes.
“Morning.” Phoenix stumbled into the bathroom. Her curly mop of copper hair stood straight out in every which way, worse than Princess Marida after a tumble in the woods . she pulled down her sweats and began to pee. What was it with girls just dropping their pants and peeing in front of one another?
“Morning.” Erika returned. Uncomfortable in the situation, she tossed the used towel into the trash and made a quick exit.
She climbed back into her bunk and pulled the blankets over her head. Just as she closed her eyes, a trumpet blasted over the loud speaker. A girl from a cabin nearby screamed at being startled to wakefulness. Erika could hear the girls in Columbine as they groaned and pulled pillows over their heads.
“Come on girls. We have morning showers this week.” Phoenix called as she came out of the bathroom. “We have one hour to shower, dress and get this cabin looking clean before we go to breakfast.” Erika peeked out from under her blankets just in time to see Phoenix blocking a pillow flying at her from Rachel’s direction. “Just think how nice it will be to start the day fresh and clean.”
That caused more than one groan.
One by one the girls of the cabin rolled out of their beds. Victoria in her navy satin sleep dress that barely covered her olive toned buttocks, to Samantha in lavender, lacey, panties and cropped sleeping shirt. Erika was tired, but also terrified. Seeing these beautiful girls in their sleepwear had caused a morning reaction that was a little embarassing.
Damn! She cursed to herself. Damn, damn, damn! Think of something else. Think of being in the showers with them……. Wait, no, that doesn’t help. Shit! Think of something to get rid of this…. this ‘stiffy’.
“Come on, Erika, stop dreaming about Josh.” Dani teased.
Josh. Josh was the guy who helped me up after I fell last night, and likes me, eww. Well that seems to be working. Josh the guy who Samantha is lusting over. A chill ran down her spine. The guy who my Samantha is lusting over. Shit! What am I going to do?
“Come on, Erika. I know you’re awake.” Phoenix ripped back the covers.
Erika sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes and swiped black hair out of her face.
Samantha came into view and handed her a towel and toiletries bag. “Come on sleeping beauty. I think you need the shower more than the rest of us.” She snickered. “Come on. Grab a change of clothes.” She encouraged.
Erika slid off the bed and rummaged through the drawers, grabbing shorts a lavender T-shirt that hadn’t been altered, panties, and slipped her feet into her flip-flops before following Samantha out the cabin door.
“Vicki, what’s on the agenda today?” Dani asked having to scramble to catch up.
“It’s Victoria. I can’t stand Vicki.” The Latin beauty turned to her diminutive cabin mate. “I believe after breakfast, we are going to the stables to learn the fundamentals of horses, then this afternoon, we are being tested on our swimming abilities.”
“Swimming?” Erika’s attention perked up.
“Yeah, you know, when you get in to the water and you move your arms and legs to get from point A to point B.” Victoria rolled her eyes.
“Samantha, I think we have a slight problem.” Erika whispered to her.
“Can it wait until after I’ve had my shower?” She asked.
“Well……. I guess so.”
Girls from other cabins were already in the shower building. The showers were all full, and a line for an open shower stall had started. Two girls dressed in shorts and bras without tops on, stood in front of mirrors blow drying their hair.
“That’s a waste of time.” Samantha nodded to the two. “They must not have heard about the swim tests today, or they are hung up on their hair.”
“What should we do about our hair?” Erika inquired. This was all new territory for her.
“Pony tails or braids work the best.” Samantha shrugged. “You ever have anyone braid your hair?”
“No.” Erika looked at Samantha like she was crazy.
“How about once we are back in the cabin, I French braid your hair.” She smiled. “It’ll be fun.”
“Could you French braid mine as well?” Victoria asked. “It’s so long that my arms get tired doing it myself.”
“Sure.” Samantha moved forward in line.
“I wouldn’t mind getting mine done too.” Dani added, an eager smile on her lips.
“I guess Columbine cabin is going to be in braids today.” Katie joined them in the shower line. “That is if one of you doesn’t mind dong mine.”
God, this is every guy’s dream. Erika thought looking around at the half naked women all around him. Every guy’s dream and I can’t be a guy to enjoy it. She held her armload in front of her groin to hide the excitement that had reappeared there.
A shower stall opened. “Your turn.” Samantha nudged Erika.
Erika made her way past the other shower stalls. A curtain was open where the last girl had just exited. Inside, Erika found a small bench, with some small hooks attached to the wall above it. A raised shower mat, allowed excess water to drain into a drain in the floor. A new cream-colored plastic shower curtain concealed the shower. Erika pulled the curtain of the changing room closed behind her and began to arrange her stuff. She loosely hung her clothes on the hooks, dropped her towel on the bench beside her, and removed her panties and bra last, hiding her breast forms under her towel, just in case someone were to come in.
She turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and stepped in with her toiletry bag. Showering in flip-flops was a new experience. They squeaked every time she shifted her weight. Erika quickly washed her hair, then scrubbed her face, trying to remove as much of the raccoon look that she had as she could.
Eric had a bit of peach fuzz on his face, and only needed to shave once a week or so. Erika on the other hand didn’t want to take the chance of being discovered, because of some errant facial hair, carefully scrapped her face with her pink Daisy razor Samantha had purchased at the drug store. Her legs were still quite smooth from when she had shaved them the day before yesterday, but remembering how the bathing suit fit in the groin, Erika carefully shaved her groin. A thorough soap down, rinse, and Erika grabbed the towel from the bench and began drying herself.
She quickly dressed, carefully slipping her breast forms into her bra, and smoothing her shorts out, hoping that she wouldn’t get aroused on the way out of the Showers. She flipped her hair forward, wrapped it in the towel and made a quick turban as she had seen so many other women do.
Only a few girls were remaining when she exited the stall and headed back to the cabin. The crisp morning air was refreshing as she squeaked along the trail in her flip-flops. Giggling and talking was heard from the cabins as she passed them on her way to Columbine.
Erika entered the cabin to find Phoenix and Rachel cleaning and straightening everything up. Phoenix was sweeping the last of the dust out the door while Rachel was lining her shoes and sandals up in front of the bed. Both of their beds had been made tight enough to be hospital corners.
“Feeling better, Sunshine?” Phoenix greeted.
“I’m vertical and my eyes are open.” Erika tossed her towel on her bed, dropped her toiletries in her top drawer, and dirty clothes in the bottom one.
“You going to grab a shower?” Erika asked Phoenix, whose hair was pulled back into a messy, frizzy bun.
“I’ll take one while you are at the stables.” Phoenix put the broom back in the closet
“How about you, Rachel?”
“I’ll wait until after the swimming tests.” Rachel shrugged. “Fold the towel up and neatly hang it over the towel rack in the bathroom.”
“Why? What’s with the anal retentive cleaning?” Erika inquired.
“While we are at breakfast, two counselors check all of the cabins for neatness.” Rachel informed her. “They are extremely picky. Last year my cabin got dinged one day because the clothes hamper lid was askew, another time, because someone had washed their hands in the sink and forgot to wipe the sink dry afterwards. One time we got dinged because one of the shoes that were all lined up like that.” She pointed to her neatly arrayed shoes. “One of the shoes didn’t have their laces tied.”
“What? You can’t be serious.” Erika shook her head, as she folded her towel.
“I’ve known cabins of girls to sleep on top of their covers so that they didn’t have to re-make the bed in the morning.” Phoenix added.
“By getting anal the first day, we can gain more points and set a standard for the rest of the camp.” Rachel continued. “I really want to win this summer.”
“The standard for what?” Katie asked entering the cabin.
Rachel and Phoenix quickly re-told her what they had been discussing.
Once the rest of the girls were back from the showers, they were like a whirlwind cleaning every surface, tidying up, and smoothing blankets on their bunks.
“Come here, Erika.” Samantha directed.
Erika sat on the end of the bed while Samantha took a brush to her hair and brushed it out. It was still a touch damp, but not bad. Samantha sectioned off a section of her hair and began twisting and pulling. She then grabbed a small section of hair and continued the process. The steady tempo of having her hair pulled on and fussed with was rather soothing. Erika closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the grooming ritual as Samantha pulled her hair away from her face. A few more flicks of her fingers and Samantha was wrapping a hair elastic around the ends.
“There you are, Erika.” She leaned forward and whispered. “Now you need your hoops and some eye make-up.”
Erika got up as Victoria came up and took her place on the bed. She grabbed the toiletry bag from my drawer and went into the bathroom.
Erika looked in the mirror and was amazed at how she looked. Samantha’s pulling her hair up into the braid, opened her face up more than the ponytail ever did, and it had a cool looking pattern as the hair entered the braid. Erika put in the silver hoop earrings then worked on the eye shadow and mascara as quickly and carefully as she could.
“Wow, you look great, Erika.” Victoria looked into the mirror at her own hair. Her braid reached down to the middle of her back and was extremely thick.
Erika went back to help the others with the finishing touches on the cabin., while Dani was in Samantha’s capable possession.
Victoria came back in and stood behind Samantha. She started braiding Samantha’s hair while Samantha worked on getting Dani’s curls as tight a she could into the braid.
As soon as Dani was finished Samantha called Rachel over.
“My hair is too short.” Rachel surmised.
“Not for half-up.” Samantha smiled. “Come on. We’re all doing it.”
Rachel scoffed, but sat down as Victoria finished Samantha’s hair. Samantha efficiently pulled the hair forward of Rachel’s ears up and into a braid while Victoria grabbed Phoenix by the arm and sat her down so that she could put hers up.
Phoenix stood by the door tugging on her fiery braid and looked the room over. “Alright Columbine, let’s go get some breakfast.
“We aren’t going to parade in to the mess again, are we?” Erika asked Rachel.
“Don’t need to. The guys already know who we are.” Rachel smiled. “Don’t be surprised however if you see other cabins start doing it though.”
A long table was placed along one wall. It was laid with three different kinds of cereal and milk. Yogurt, and fruit salad, a toaster with bread, butter and jam were provided as well.
Just about every guy was smiling at them as they entered the mess hall and sat at their table.
The table was prepared with butter, and syrup. As soon as they sat down. One of the servers set down two large plates stacked with pancakes. Erika helped herself to three pancakes while Dani, Victoria, and Samantha went and got yogurt and fruit.
“Pass me those flap-jacks.” Katie smiled.
“You’re not a fruit and yogurt girl?” Erika asked eyeing the thin girl.
“I probably eat twice what you do.” She sighed. “I just can’t seem to gain any weight.”
“That just isn’t fair.” Phoenix complained. “I even look at those pancakes and I’ll gain weight.”
Everyone had finished eating and were getting antsy.
“Why are we just sitting here? Don’t we have things to do?” Dani looked to Phoenix and Rachel.
“Morning announcements.” Rachel moaned. “The only good thing is that they announce the top three cabins in the points race.
As if on cue, Director Hobbs stepped to the front of the room. Her whistle around her neck and a clipboard in her hand. She quickly read through the morning announcements and then began reading off the total points for the cabins. For the boys, the top three cabins were cedar, oak and spruce. Erika was kind of excited to see how their cabin did.
“For the girls. Sweet pea, Foxglove, and with a commanding lead, and one of the cleanest cabins the camp has ever seen, Columbine.” Director Hobbs smiled. “Good work Columbine.”
Erika could see Rachel react with a big smile.
Samantha leaned in close to Erika. “You said that you needed to talk to me about a problem?”
Everyone got up from their tables as if on cue and began talking and filing out of the mess.
“It’s about my bathing suit.” Erika muttered below the noise around her.
“What about it?” Samantha leaned closer.
“Well it doesn’t quite fit in the groin.”
“What do you mean?”
They emerged from the mess hall. Erika pulled Samantha over to one side away from the herding campers.
“I need help to figure out how to disguise my ‘maleness’ while wearing my bathing suit.” Erika bit her lip.
“Can you just tuck it between your legs?” Samantha looked at Erika’s shorts.
“You know that saying about it having a mind of its own?” Erika looked worried.
“Yeah.”
“It’s true. I’ve had to hide it a couple of times, especially in the shower room. What happens if I’m in my bathing suit and it decides that it wants to…. You know.”
“That is gross." Samantha winced. "Can you tape it?” She asked.
“With what? We don’t have any duct tape yet.” Erika reminded her.
“Well we have a few hours before we have to start to panic. I’m sure we can come up with something.” Samantha gave Erika a hug sending a pleasant chill through her system. “You’re doing really good, Erika. No one in the cabin even suspects. If I wasn’t in on this, I wouldn’t suspect.”
The two girls rejoined their cabin mates and hiked out to the stables. Once there, and in the capable hands of the Stable master, Phoenix took her leave to shower.
The stable master gave them a tour of the stables and a brief equine anatomy lesson. She then showed them the proper way to saddle a horse. After donning helmets, each girl was assisted up into the saddle and was assessed at their comfort and riding abilities.
Erika was nervous. The closest she had come to a riding a horse before was the carousel at the county fair. This beast was monstrous compared to the brightly painted wood horses, and sweaty too.
Once astride the large hoofed animal, the Stable master walked the horse around the arena. Erika swayed with the horse’s rhythm and was finding it quite relaxing.
“Alright, lets pick up the pace.” The Stable master called out. She flicked the lead rope and the horse began to pick up speed. Soon Erika was bouncing uncomfortably in the saddle. The jarring was definitely reminding her that she was not a girl, as dull shooting pains coursed from her groin.
“Okay, I’m done.” Erika almost screeched. “I’m done.”
The stable master slowed the horse to a walk and then halted it.
“Remember exit on the left side.” She called out as Erika practically vaulted from the beast.
Once on the ground and hidden from the others by the four-legged animal, Erika grabbed her groin and massaged gently, before joining her cabin mates.
“You didn’t like it?” Rachel asked.
“Oh, I was fine as long as Mr. Ed there was walking.” Erika wanted to continue massaging her sore parts but thought better of it. “It was the bouncing that did me in.
“No. Don’t touch me. I’m not an invalid!” Dani pushed the stable master away.
“I’m just trying to help.” The woman recoiled. “It’ll be quick and easy, just let me give you a boost.” The Stable master pressed.
“Lead him over to the fence and let me get on from there.” Dani directed.
“It will only take a second.” The Stable master continued.
“NO! I will mount from the fence, or I will not mount at all.” Dani crossed her arms over her chest.
“The fence it is.” The stable master started leading the horse towards the fence, as Dani started climbing it.
“I think I’ll pass on the whole riding thing.” Katie backed away.
“What’s wrong, Katie.” Victoria asked.
“Nothing.” Katie was non-committal.
“Scared of horses?” Rachel asked, almost mockingly.
“No.” Katie spun and glared at Rachel. She took a deep breath and took of her helmet. “I just don’t feel like it today.” She walked out of the arena and took a seat on some bales of straw that looked to be used for fresh stall bedding.
Erika curious by the tall beauty’s outburst excused herself, saying she had to use the bathroom.
“Mind if I join you?” Erika stood a few feet back from the bale.
“I guess not.” Katie forced a smile.
“Katie, from what little I’ve seen of you, you aren’t violent at all. What was with the outburst?” Erika asked.
“You wouldn’t understand.” Katie absently pulled a piece of straw from the bale and picked at it.
“You might be surprised.” Erika took a chance
“You ever been scared of people finding out secret things about you?” Katie looked into Erika’s blue eyes.
Every waking moment. Erika thought. Instead, “What could you possibly be afraid of people finding out?”
“That I have a fear. It’s totally stupid and even laughable.” Katie threw the piece of straw and pulled another.
“We all have fears, Katie.” Erika nudged. “I think Rachel’s fear is losing to boys.”
Katie smiled as she looked towards her cabin mates in the arena. “Not like this.” Katie spun the piece of straw between her thumb and index finger.
“Are you scared of horse sweat?” Erika poked with a smile, “Because I can tell you, that horse is sweating quite a bit and it’s gross.”
“You can’t tell the others.” Katie looked up from her piece of straw.
The smile faded from Erika’s face. “I promise.”
“You’re going to laugh.” Katie blushed.
“I might, but I’ll try to keep it a chuckle.” Erika smirked.
“I’m afraid of heights.” Katie blurted out.
Erika clamped down her teeth and pressed her lips together real hard. Her shoulders started shaking as she attempted to keep in her laugh.
“I knew you’d laugh.” Katie’s face bloomed scarlet, then turned away. Erika took a couple of quick deep breaths.
“I’m sorry, Katie, I truly am. It’s just that you ….”
“Are so tall, how could I possibly be afraid of heights.” Katie finished.
Erika nodded.
“I always have been.” Katie shrugged. “I get dizzy on a step stool.”
"But you chose the top bunk in the cabin?" Erika inquired.
"The bunks in the cabin aren't that high." Katie explained. "Besides, it is kind of difficult for someone with such long legs to get in and out of the bottom bunk. Once I met Dani, I figured It would be easier for me to get into the top, than for her to."
“Everyone behaving?” Phoenix asked from behind them, startling them both. Wet copper ringlets framed Phoenix’s face and hung heavy with moisture down her back.
“We might need to smooth out things with the Stable master over wanting to boost Dani up.” Katie grinned.
Phoenix’s jaw dropped. “She actually suggested boosting Dani up?”
“I don’t think she will make that mistake again.” Erika bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“Everyone had their ride?” Phoenix inquired.
“Yep.” Erika nodded in the direction of the horse and guide. “Samantha is the last one.”
“You a good swimmer?” he directed his question to Erika as he flexed and stretched, showing off his six-pack abs and muscular arms.
“I can make it to the dock.” She started to the water’s edge again.
"Oh my God! I have a guy hitting on me! This is totally embarrassing!" Erika’s mind screamed.
As soon as Samantha was done, Phoenix gathered the girls and started back to the cabin with them. “You’ll need to change into your swimming suits, and grab your towels.”
Samantha moved up next to Erika. “I borrowed something that might help you out with your little problem.” She whispered.
“Thanks.” Erika looked a bit relieved. It wasn’t that little.
“Phoenix!” a voice rang through the trees. “Please hold on for a minute.”
The girls of Columbine cabin all turned to see Director Hobbs and a heavyset girl carrying a suitcase walking towards them.
“What can I do for you, Robin?” Phoenix asked when as they approached.
“Phoenix,” Director Hobbs began. “Columbine girls.” She added. “This is Krystal, and she will be joining your cabin for the summer.”
“Hello Krystal.” Phoenix greeted with a smile. “Come join us. We are going back to our cabin to change for the swimming assessments.”
“Hi.” Krystal greeted shyly with a soft soprano. Her eyes flicked up to meet Phoenix’s for a quick moment, darted around the group of girls to include them in the greeting, then fell back to the ground.
Erika and the other girls of the cabin stole glances at their new member as they made their way down the path and into their cabin. Krystal was a big girl. Plus sized definitely. She had dirty blonde hair that was cut to just touch her shoulders, and a fringe that veiled her green eyes. Pale skin similar to that of Erika told of little time in the sun. She wore baggy jeans and an oversized top that she used at an attempt to hide her weight.
“Krystal, you can have the lower bed of my bunk.” Victoria offered.
“Thanks.” Krystal’s voice was barely above a mutter.
“Krystal, go ahead and unpack, and then change into your bathing suit with the rest of us.” Phoenix instructed. “We have to have out swimming abilities assessed before we can use the lake
Erika went into her drawer and pulled out her swimming suit and dropped down on Samantha’s bed. She watched as Rachel with no modesty, stripped out of her clothes, even her bra, exposing, practically flaunting, her perky ‘b’ cup breasts before slipping into her bathing top. Erika swallowed hard and had to remain sitting while the tightness in her shorts subsided.
She looked around the room trying to avoid everyone else in their various stages of undress and looked to where Krystal was pulling things out of her suitcase and dropping them in various drawers. The whole bottom of her suitcase was mounded with books. Paperbacks of all colors and fonts of writing on their covers and spines.
That explains why she is as pale as I am. Erika told herself. She’s an outcast like me, instead of computers and comics, she escapes into books.
“Will you help me in the bathroom?” Samantha asked Erika, bringing her back to her current problem.
“Uh, sure.” She followed Samantha.
Once in the bathroom, Samantha quietly locked the door then turned to Erika. “While we were in the stables I came across this.” She smiled holding a roll of duct tape. It was very narrow, not having much tape left on the roll. “I hope this will last until we can get to town.”
“I guess I’ll have to give it a try…. Let’s just hope it works.” Erika accepted the tape.
Erika looked at Samantha and smiled. Samantha stood there and smiled back.
“Could I get a little privacy here?” Erika asked.
“Oh. Sorry. Don’t forget to lock it this time.” Samantha exited the bathroom.
Erika stripped out of her clothes and stood in the bathroom naked, exposed. A boy with make-up and braided hair. She didn’t know what to think about this situation. She felt foolish. She felt false; an intruder in a world that she shouldn’t belong. She liked that she was being accepted by the other girls. She was beginning to make friends, something she hadn’t had for a very long time. The last real friend she had was Summer, and she committed suicide. Thinking of Summer began to bring up emotions that she couldn’t deal with at the moment. She didn’t have time to deal with them at the moment, she needed this time to hide as many traces of her male body as she could and take a swimming assessment, whatever that would entail. Swimming was something that she enjoyed so this was something she had to do.
She quickly tore off a few pieces of duct tape and temporarily stuck them to the sink. She then began tucking her male genitalia into place and carefully placed the duct tape. She stepped into her blue one-piece and was pulling it up when someone started banging on the door. “Come on, Erika, don’t hog the bathroom on the first day.”
“I’ll be right out.” Erika called back. She slid the suits straps over her shoulders, grabbed her breast forms and quickly tucked them inside her suit. She jumped into her shorts and grabbed her other clothes before joining the others in the cabin. Victoria dodged past her and into the bathroom.
“Krystal, you going to change into your bathing suit?” Phoenix asked.
“I didn’t bring one.” Krystal stared at the floor before her. “Besides, I don’t know how to swim.”
“You should have brought it anyway.” Phoenix smiled. “We have classes for beginners. There are actually a lot of teens who come to camp and don’t know how to swim.”
“Oh.” She blushed still looking at the ground.
“Well maybe when we go to town to do laundry, you can find one.” Phoenix suggested. “We’ll need all the help we can in the end of the summer festivities.”
“Okay.” Krystal was non-committal.
Samantha came up to Erika while she was putting her stuff back in the drawer. “Well, is it working?”
“So far. I just hope that It is waterproof enough, and that it doesn’t show.” Erika smoothed her shorts down so that Samantha could see the smooth front of her lower abdomen with no sign of bulge.
Victoria came out of the bathroom and walked up to Erika and Samantha. “You left this in the bathroom.” She said handing the roll of duct tape over to Erika. “I thought you said we didn’t have any duct tape?” She questioned.
Erika’s heart pounded against her rib cage. If it beat any harder, she felt that her breast forms would start pulsating. A chill ran its icy finger down her spine as adrenaline charged through her body.
“I found it in the tack room at the stables.” Samantha leaped in Erika’s defense.
“Why do you need duct tape?” Victoria asked, curiously.
“Her suit had a tear in the lining and it was a quick way to fix it.” Samantha jumped in again.
“Yeah.” Erika managed. “I told her about it after breakfast, and Samantha was kind enough to help me out.”
Victoria looked from one to the other, curiously. “Well don’t take it off the list. We are going to need some more.” She then went over to her bunk that she shared with Krystal and picked up her towel.
Although it was still early in Summer and still an hour before lunch, the sun around the lake felt quite warm. A small sandy beach held an elevated lifeguard chair. A dock on one end of the beach ran fifty meters straight out into the lake before turning to parallel the beach. A diving platform reached up three meters from the boards of the dock. Next to it was a diving board which pointed back towards shore. The wind was just starting to pick up a little bit, causing the water to ripple on the exterior side of the dock.
“Good morning campers.” An Asian man in a white tank top and red shorts greeted the several cabins that had gathered on the beach.
“Good morning.” A few of the campers greeted back.
“That didn’t sound very exciting.” He grinned, showing white teeth against his tanned, olive skin. “Good morning campers.” He repeated.
“Good morning.” Everyone on the beach greeted with enthusiasm.
“That is much better.” He ran his hand through jet black hair and swept his gaze across the group. “My name is Todd and I’m the head lifeguard and swimming instructor here at Camp Kumoni. Why don’t you all take a seat where you are so I can go over my rules of the lake?” Todd waited a moment for everyone to sit down and relax in the already warm sand.
“This here.” Todd pointed at the expanse of blue behind him. “This is MY lake! In order to do any boating, kayaking or canoeing on MY lake you have to follow MY rules, show a fundamental ability to tread water and swim a basic crawl stroke.” He paused for it to sink in.
“It doesn’t have to look pretty. It just has to keep you alive. If you show that you can do those three simple things then you can have a lot of fun on MY lake. If however, you need help in learning how to swim or improving your current skills you can still have fun on MY lake, but I will ask you to confine yourselves to the shallow swimming area marked off by that rope of floats there.” Todd pointed behind him to the defining line that lay 10 meters out into the water from the beach. “Now before we get to the assessment, let’s go over MY rules.”
“He’s cute.” Rachel murmured just loud enough for the circle around her to hear.
“Too short for me.” Katie sighed.
“He does have a nice butt.” Dani commented.
“Check out his legs.” Victoria urged.
“I think I’m going to be spending a lot of time down here at the lake." Rachel grinned.
The group giggled quietly. All except Erika and Krystal. The newcomer sat a few feet away from the already meshing group and stayed silent. "Her eyes," Erika noticed, "Were staring off across the lake at nothing, or staring at the sand, as if counting the grains."
“Okay, you all can make this as easy or as hard as you wish.” Todd came back to the subject of the assessment. “The swimming test will be to swim out to the dock. If you are not a swimmer yet, or if you don’t think you can make it, please step over there.” He pointed off to the shade of a tree. “If you want to show off your abilities or think you can make it out there, I will have you try in just a moment.” Once you reach the dock, I would like you to stay in the water and wait for further instructions.” Todd held up a hand of something green in one hand and something red in the other.
“These are bracelets, similar to those you get if you are in the hospital. In other words, they are a pain in the ass to get off.” Todd waited for the chuckles and giggles to subside. “Swimmers will get green. ‘Soon to be’ swimmers will receive red.” He paused. “Red bracelets will have to stay in the shallows until they can past the test, which they can take at any time they feel they are ready. Once you pass the test, you will receive green. Swimmers with green bracelets. If you are caught breaking any of MY rules on MY lake, You will be stripped of the green and given red. Anyone breaking the rules a second time will be given a yellow bracelet.” Todd pulled one out of his pocket.
“Bearers of this color are banned from the water period. End of story.” Todd motioned to the side and two girls and three guys wearing the same clothes as Todd jogged across the sand towards them. “These are MY assistants. They will be here to enforce MY rules on MY lake and speak with MY authority. They are also here to keep you safe and to help teach you how to swim if you wish.”
Two of the assistants took the red bracelets from him and headed over to the shaded area. The other three took up positions out on the docks. One half way out into the water, the other two took up places out on the far dock.
“Those who are ‘soon to be’ swimmers please accept and rejoice at getting this free ruby red fashionable piece of jewelry. Those who wish to take the assessment, please ready yourselves on the edge of the lake, but do not get wet.”
Erika stood up and smoothed down the front of her shorts, making sure that the tape was sticking. The one-piece was riding up her butt crack, but she couldn’t get to it through her shorts. She noticed Krystal was still staring at the sand.
“Wanna hand up?” She asked the large girl.
Krystal looked up, a flush of red covered her face.
“Come on. No one is looking, they are all getting ready to chicken out or embarrass themselves.” Erika held out a hand to the new girl of the cabin.
Krystal smiled, still embarrassed and rolled onto her knees before taking Erika’s hand.
Erika helped her to her feet and gave her a smile. “I’m going to go embarrass myself. “Would you watch my towel and clothes for me?”
“Yeah, sure.” Krystal glanced up from the sand for only long enough to accept the clothing, and looked back down. She turned and slowly made her way to the shade to join the others who were getting their red bracelets.
Erika looked quickly around to make sure no one was watching then as discreetly as she could removed the suit from between cheeks.
Victoria was the other member of the cabin who was heading towards the shade.
“She not even going to try?” Erika asked Samantha.
Samantha shook her head. “She says she just learned how to swim and that the dock is further than she can swim right now.”
“Shall we show the boys what cabin Columbine is made of?” Rachel grinned at the four remaining girls. “It’s only half the distance for you, Kaite.” She smirked. “Unfortunately, it’s almost twice the distance for you, Dani.”
“Like I haven’t heard that one before.” Dani rolled her eyes. “If you are going to tease me, Rachel, come up with something original.” She started towards the water’s edge. The rest of the girls following behind.
“Can you see any of the tape?” Erika asked Samantha.
Samantha looked her up and down as they walked. “No. you look like a girl heading out to the beach, except you’re kinda white.” She teased.
“Hello Erika.” A voice came from behind her. Erika and Samantha turned around to come face to face with Josh.
“Oh, hi, Josh.” Erika acknowledged absently.
“Hi, Josh.” Samantha welcomed with more enthusiasm.
“You a good swimmer?” he directed his question to Erika as he flexed and stretched, showing off his six-pack abs and muscular arms.
“I can make it to the dock.” She started to the water’s edge again.
Oh my God! I have a guy hitting on me. This is so embarrassing. Erika’s mind screamed.
“I was on the swim team when I was a kid.” He commented.
“Cool.” Samantha smiled at him. “I’ll bet you’re fast.”
Wipe the drool from your mouth, Samantha. Erika wanted to shake her friend. Guys like Josh have big enough heads.
“Okay, wanna be swimmers.” Todd called out as he walked in front of them, ankle deep in the water. “This is not a race. I know some of you macho guys wanna prove you’re the alpha male and all, but I don’t want to have to come and save your drowning butts, because you cramp up half way there.” He looked pointedly at Josh. “Go ahead and spread out, you are going to need some space.” He paused as they all opened up so that they were at least fingertip to fingertip apart.
“When I blow my whistle, I want you to swim to the dock and once you get there, wait until I give you further directions. If you aren’t a strong swimmer, don’t overdo it trying to reach the dock. Take your time, all you have to do is prove you can swim that far. In fact it will be easier for you if you hang back until the alpha-males and alpha-females, are past the rope before you start.” He looked directly at Rachel at that. “Okay, get ready.” He walked up on to the beach and behind the line. As soon as he was past them, he blew the whistle.
Erika and Samantha both held back. As she expected, Rachel was splashing into the water at a sprint, racing Josh. She didn’t however expect to see Dani splashing her way into the water in the first wave. She dove into the shallows and swam under water for a bit and emerged on the other side of the rope, just behind Rachel and Josh, diving over the barrier.
“Let’s go.” Samantha urged and took off at a jog through the water. Erika followed. She gritted her teeth and swore as she felt the cold water of the lake splashing up onto her upper legs and torso.
When the frigid water reached her thighs, Erika dove in and felt something on her chest slip. She panicked as the impact from the water made her breast forms shift in her suit, one slipped out of the suit completely. Oh shit! Erika almost screamed underwater as she flailed about, to try and grab the missing appliance. Her fingers touched it. She stopped dead in the water and made another grab at it, catching it awkwardly in her hand. She surfaced, took a breath of air and submerged again and quickly stuffed the form back into her suit before starting her crawl stroke towards the dock. Her heart raced, had anyone seen what had just happened?
She had obviously never been swimming in a one-piece before. She could feel the buttocks of the suit starting to slide between her legs and in her butt crack. The material acted as an insulator, keeping the water on her lower chest and abdomen, just a touch warmer than her exposed body parts. The added bulkiness of the breast forms were a nuisance. They kept slipping inside her suit as she reached out ahead of her to pull more water.
I’ve got to duct tape these to my chest next time. She made a mental note.
Finally, she made it to the dock. She reached out and grabbing the algae coated wood with her hand, pulled herself next to Samantha.
“What happened?” Samantha inquired. “I thought you were right there with me, but every time I checked to see where you were, you looked as though you were struggling.”
“My forms keep slipping out.” Erika muttered just low enough for Samantha to hear.
“Oh shit.” Samantha’s eyes got big.
“I lost one, when I dove into the water, but was just able to grab it before it floated out of reach. I’ve spent half the time getting out here, tucking them back into place.”
“There is a glue that we can get that will keep them in place.” Samantha informed her. “Put it on the list for when we go shopping. What are we going to do until the trip to town?”
“Duct tape?” Erika offered.
The last of the swimmers had reached the dock and were waiting in the water for Todd to give them further instructions. A few campers were being pulled to the safety of the dock. Their swimming stroke wasn’t as strong as they had thought, or the dock was just too far for them. Erika felt a bit of pity for them, but they at least tried.
“Listen up, wanna be swimmers!” Todd got their attention. For those who have made it out here to the dock, congratulations. You’re half way done.” He paced back and forth the length of the dock. “When I blow my whistle, you are all to push off away from the dock and begin treading water. You must be able to tread water for three minutes to play in MY lake. Three minutes is a long time when you are treading water. But for us," He pointed to himself and his assistants, “Three minutes is barely enough time for us to get a rescue underway from the beach to the middle of the lake.”
Todd blew the whistle and everyone pushed off and kicked out a little way and began the slow steady rhythm of keeping their heads above water.
“So, Erika.” Josh swam a few strokes in her direction and was just a little ways away.
“So, Josh.” Erika repeated, dryly. She hadn’t been encouraging him, she barely acknowledged his attention, why was he persisting? Couldn’t he see Samantha was eager for it?
“Tomorrow night the camp has scheduled an evening of free time.” His powerful arms easily kept his head above water.
“So?” Erika looked over at the dark haired guy.
“So I was wondering if you might want to hang out, maybe go canoeing?”
I’d rather be playing on my computer. Erika frowned to her self. She looked over to Samantha who smiled back at her and nodded her head. I don’t want to be alone with this guy, especially when I’m supposed to be a girl. Erika whined in her head. “Tell you what, Josh. Find a cute friend for Samantha and we can hang out.”
Josh looked a bit crestfallen, but smiled big and winked at her. “Cool. I’ll talk to you later, to work out the details. Okay?”
“Sure.” Erika shrugged. She looked back over to Samantha who was grinning from ear to ear, and if they had been on dry land, she was sure that Samantha would have been jumping up and down with excitement.
It seemed to take forever for Todd to blow the whistle. During the three minutes, four other campers had to be helped on to the docks for the long humiliating walk back to shore to receive a red bracelet. Finally, the whistle sounded and everyone stroked over to the dock where they rested their weary arms and caught their breath.
“Good job everyone.” Todd smiled down at all of them. You are all allowed to play and swim in MY lake. Once you come aboard, I’ll have you line up to get fitted for your green bracelets. If any of you are caught lending, selling, or giving your bracelet to a ‘soon to be’ swimmer, you will automatically be given a yellow one.” He paused. “Okay, come on out of MY lake and get your new piece of jewelry.”
“Eric was an outcast, right?” Samantha posed. “Erika however is the envy of every girl in Camp Kumoni. She is fun and thoughtful.”
“Can’t Erika be popular without dating guys?” Erika asked.
“Yes, but you have to do it correctly so that the camp doesn’t think you are a bitch, or a snob or else you’ll end up just as secluded as if you were back at school.”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Samantha returned.
“Because I’m a guy!” Erika hissed just loud enough for Samantha’s ears.
“Not this summer, you aren’t! Samantha said through smiling teeth. “Any girl, at this camp, would be lining up to have Josh treat them the way he has you - including me!”
“Then you go out with him!”
“Rachel?” Samantha turned and called out to the athletic girl. “Could you let Phoenix know that Erika and I have to take care of something and will be over at the cabin in a few minutes?”
"She won’t like it, but Sure."
Samantha led Erika away from the main group of campers through the trees to a secluded spot. “I am going out with him in a way, on a double date, thanks to you! And belieeeeeeve me, I will do whatever I need to... to steal him away from you!” She smiled wickedly.
“I thought you were supposed to help keep me from being treated like I am at school?” Erika threw her towel down and slipped her shorts on over her bathing suit.
“I am helping you, Erika.” Samantha sighed. She looked Erika directly in the eyes and held her gaze “Where would Eric be right now if he was here at this camp? Huh?”
Erika shrugged.
“He would be sitting in the sand, twenty feet from anyone else with a red bracelet on, moping about how he got a wedgie on his first day of camp.” Samantha surmised. “Erika have you been mistreated so far since we have arrived?”
“No.” Erika mumbled. God she has beautiful eyes!
“Do you have cabin mates that you like you? Really like you?”
“They don’t like me, they like Erika.” She protested.
“You are Erika, Eric!” Samantha almost yelled. “The only thing that has changed is that you are wearing different clothes!”
A long silence fell between them.
“What did you say to Dani last night to make her go along with the whole mess hall thing?”
“I told her she didn’t have to do it, if she didn’t want to.” Erika sat down on a moss covered stump.
“What else did you say to her? Because that didn’t convince her.”
“I reminded her what Phoenix told us about starting anew, about being re……..reborn.”
“Eric was an outcast, right?” Samantha posed. “Erika however is the envy of every girl in Camp Kumoni. She is fun and thoughtful.”
“Can’t Erika be popular without dating guys?” Erika asked.
“Yes, but you have to do it correctly. So that the camp doesn’t think you are a bitch, or a snob or else you’ll end up just as secluded as if you were back at school.”
“You ever date someone you didn’t like?” Erika picked at a lichen.
“Why do you think I dated Bobby for so long? He is as sensitive as a concrete slab and has the brains of one too. But he is a good football player and popular at school. Besides it would look strange if a cheerleader wasn’t interested in a football player.”
“Is it really that complicated?” Erika asked.
“You thought it would be easy walking in my shoes remember?” Samantha grinned getting up. “Now you have to do the maintenance and bear the blisters that go along with it.”
Erika's face went sullen as she tilted her head to look down at the ground. Samantha then leaned over and lifted her up to her feet.
Erika stared into Samantha's eyes. They seemed to radiate a fineness and openness about her personality. Samantha, seeing Erika's eyes start to go misty, pulled her in for a hug. The two embraced in a long and tender hug. For Erika, the desperation she had felt began to lift from her during that moment. Soon, in better spirits, they were on their way back to the main part of camp.
The girls from Columbine cabin showered, rinsing the lake water from their bodies and suits before regrouping back in their cabin to change.
Erika grabbed a fresh change of clothes. Deciding to wear a knee length skirt instead of putting on her shorts that had gotten wet while wearing over her swim suit on the way back to the cabin.
While waiting for Dani to finish in the bathroom, Erika copied the other girls in the cabin and used her towel to squeeze any remaining water out of her plaited hair. Krystal sat on her bed; her nose buried in a paperback.
“So, Rachel, did you beat the boys out to the dock?” Victoria inquired.
“All but one, and I was only a stroke behind him.” Rachel grinned. “I’ll be able to beat him by the end of the summer.” She looked over to Erika. “I saw you were having problems getting out the dock, what happened?”
Erika swallowed hard. "My breasts fell out of my swim suit!" she thought. Instead she said, “Swim suit malfunction.”
“Oh, I hate those.” Dani smiled as she came out of the bathroom.
“How did you do Dani?” Erika asked. “I saw you racing out and diving in, but that is all I got to see.”
“She did awesome.” Rachel butted in. “She may be short, but those arms of hers really went to work.” She smiled at Dani. “Do you work out?”
“No. But I swim whenever I get a chance.” The small blonde smiled.
Erika picked up her small pile of clothes and went into the bathroom. She set them down on the small counter provided and stuck her head back into the main cabin. “I just thought of something else to add to the list.” She paused to get everyone’s attention. “Air freshener.” She closed the door quickly as the other girls began moaning calling out protests and asking her to open the window.
Well, I guess that is one thing that is universal. . Erika laughed to herself. Everyone’s shit stinks! She locked the door and for the third time that day, stripped down to the skin. I never had to change clothes this many times a guy and we haven’t even eaten lunch She had to go to the bathroom pretty bad, but due to how she taped her genitalia, it was nearly impossible to accomplish. I am going to have to figure out a way to tape these so that I can still pee. Erika sat on the edge of the toilet seat and found a corner of the tape had slightly peeled away, either due to the water, or to the constant movement of walking and then swimming.
She took the tape and started to peel it away. The skin of that region didn’t want to come loose from the tape. Hair from the area was slowly being torn from their follicles or were breaking as the tension of the tape being removed was too much. She groaned as the nerve endings in that particularly sensitive area screamed at her. She took quick ragged breaths to try and dissipate the pain. Oh my God! What am I doing to myself. She gasped. She placed a hand over the irritated area and groaned. Okay, let’s try the fast tear method. She took a good hold of the freed tape and mentally counted to three. On three, she pulled hard and fast. Her free hand flew to her mouth to cover the scream that was starting to escape.
Oh my God! Oh my God! That HURT!!!. Tears welled in her eyes, then started to run down her cheek. She held the one piece of freed tape up for inspection and found it covered with hair. Her hair. She tossed it into the trash can disgusted with the thing and began peeling back a corner of another piece. Tears flowed freely as she took a few deep breaths and jerked the tape firmly and quickly. She bit down on her wrist to keep from crying out.
Naked and free, Eric looked down at his genitalia. Where the tape had been was bright red and nearly hairless. His male organ, was raw and burned. He must have taken skin off with that removal. There had to be a better way. Better tape, better something.
Eric wet some paper towels with cold water and lightly dabbed at his sore, raw areas. The cool water did a little to relieve the pain, but as soon as the water was warmed by his body temperature, it began to hurt again.
Even though the door was locked, Eric sat on the toilet and allowed his urine to escape. At least that is one discomfort taken care of.
Eric looked at the small pile of clothes and sighed. It’s kind of late to back out now.
Erika pulled a pair of cotton panties up over her hips. The smooth, soft fabric was immediately soothing on her sore genitalia. She then pulled the skirt on, dressed in her bra and top, then carefully placed her breast forms.
Erika looked in the mirror. Hair still braided, but a few wisps had escaped and tickled the back of her neck. Kind of sexy….. wait what am I saying? She huffed at her reflection before scooping up her towel and swim suit. She hung them both from hooks next to the other girls’ and exited that bathroom.
“You didn’t stink up the bathroom, did you?” Rachel asked, looking at the open bathroom door.
“No.” Erika replied.
“You alright?” Samantha inquired in hushed tones as Erika joined her on the bunk.
“No.” Erika whispered. “We need to find a different way to hide my…… you know.” Her eyes dropped to her waist.
“What happened?”
“I went to take the duct tape off and nearly tore……. Them off as well.”
Samantha began to snicker.
“It’s not funny.” Erika admonished, “Am I walking funny?”
“I didn’t notice.” Samantha was having a hard time keeping a straight face. “But speaking about walking funny. “You need to practice wearing your wedges some more. You’re wearing a skirt, so it will be perfect.”
Erika turned to Phoenix. “Phoenix, what is on the schedule for after lunch?”
Phoenix bit her lip and thought for a moment. “They give you forty-five minutes for lunch and forty five minutes of free time, to digest, then I believe we are off to arts and crafts or dance, I’m not sure which.”
“I’ve got the schedule right here, hold on.” Victoria pulled out the paper. She scanned it for a moment, then looked up. “Arts and crafts, today, dance tomorrow.”
“See, you can look great while stringing macaroni necklaces.” Samantha giggled.
Josh waved to them as they entered the mess hall.
“Wave back.” Samantha ordered through smiling teeth.
Erika waved and smiled. “This is really awkward.”
“Think of it as one of the things you have to do to be popular.” Samantha waved as well.
Phoenix grabbed two sandwiches and a cup of juice and stood at the head of Columbine’s table. “I’ve got to go and meet with someone. I’ll see you back in the cabin before we go to arts and crafts.”
Lunch consisted of: grilled cheese sandwiches, left over salad for those who wanted it, crappy, oven-baked fries, and watered-down fruit juice.
After riding and doing the swimming assessment, Erika felt hungry and tackled not one but two cheese sandwiches and some salad.
“You aren’t eating much.” Katie leaned in towards Krystal.
“Why, because I’m fat?” She looked up with daggers.
Katie was taken aback. “No, that isn’t what I meant.” She was blinking back tears.
“She means,” Rachel butted in. “Is that all you have eaten is a couple of fries and some salad. It’s going to be a long time before we get dinner, so it would be wise to put a bit more in your belly.”
“What ever.” Krystal rolled her eyes, and got up from the table and marched out of the mess hall. Victoria started to get up to go after her.
“Don’t bother, Victoria!” Rachel said. “Sit down. She needs to come to terms with it herself.”
“What are you talking about?” Victoria demanded. “You were rude to her.”
“No, I was honest.” Rachel’s eyes held Victoria’s like a steel trap. “She was forced to come here by her parents. She didn’t want to come, because she would rather crawl inside one of her books, than deal with the real world.” Rachel paused. “She doesn’t eat a lot at meals because then people will tease her about how much she can put away, so she picks at the food and leaves. Later, she is in the commissary, the cabin, or in the woods, chowing down on a bag of cheese puffs or a package of ding-dongs.” Rachel caught everyone’s gaze as she looked around the table.
“How would you know?” Victoria demanded.
“Because that was me, three years ago.” Rachel looked down at her salad before sticking a fork into several leaves and raising it to her mouth.
End of Chapter Nine
Eric’s inner voice pleaded. Why are you dressing up like a girl? Living as a girl? Why did you agree to meet with Josh? Eric stared at the computer screen Why in the hell would you agree to that? To go on a date with a guy? Oh my God, Eric! You agreed to go on a date with an F-ing guy! What are you, gay? By Anistasia Allread |
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“Three years ago, I was one hundred- and twenty-pounds overweight. I spent all of my time, watching movies, reading books and stuffing my face.” Rachel related between bites of salad. “My dad made me go to a camp one summer. I went kicking and screaming. The difference was that he sent me to a fat farm camp. I had to start every morning, by doing calisthenics, before breakfast. Then the rest of the day was filled with aerobic exercises. Swimming, weight training, bicycling, hiking, etc… I had a decision to make. Was I going to lose weight and start leading a healthy life? or was I going to gripe and stay happy with my books and food?”
“How long did it take?” Katie asked.
“How long did what take?” Rachel said between bites.
“How long did it take for you to lose the hundred and twenty pounds?
“A year and a half of sweating my ass off.” Rachel grinned.
“Wow! I can’t picture you being that heavy.” Samantha blinked hard.
“I was.” Rachel grinned.
“You know, we could do that for Krystal.” Victoria suggested looking around at her cabin mates. “We all could use a bit of exercise as well.”
Her suggestion was met by a lot of bright smiling faces.
“I’ll go talk with her.” Rachel pushed away her food. “See if she even wants our help. It is a very hard decision to make.”
“How are you going to find her?” Dani looked up at the athletic girl who claimed to have been obese.”
“That’s easy.” Rachel grinned. “Sulking in the woods. Escaping into a book or feeding her face.”
“Can you at least be nice about it?” Victoria pleaded.
“Coddle her like everyone else has? Rachel asked. “Poor fat girl? Leave the poor fat girl alone? She can’t help who she is.” Rachel looked at Victoria. “That is how I was treated until I made the decision to NOT be the poor fat girl. She needs people to be honest with her.”
“You can be honest without being cruel.” Victoria defended. “Maybe I should go talk with her.”
“Nah.” Rachel said. “I’ll do it. You can watch though if you’d like. To make sure I’m nice. Just hang back. Krystal and I need to have a private conversation.”
“Fine.” Victoria agreed. The two got up and left the mess hall.
“Well, we have just over an hour before we have to meet Phoenix back at the cabin. What do you want to do?” Samantha looked to Erika.
“Work on my strip.” Erika eased herself up from the table and anchored herself in her sandal wedges.
“What about you two?” Samantha directed to Katie and Dani.
“We were going to catch some rays down by the lake.” Dani shrugged. “You can come if you want.”
“I just might.” Samantha pushed herself up from the table.
Erika strolled back towards her cabin. A warm breeze blew up the mountainside and caught the branches of the tall conifer tables, turning them into large sails. The red brown trunks swayed back and forth, squeaking and complaining about the force of the wind. The sporadic puffs of air that scurried along the forest floor, like the towering trees, flattened her skirt to her smooth legs. She was suddenly aware that this was the first time that she had been alone as a girl. This very moment, she didn’t have other girls watching her. She didn’t have to worry about suddenly being found out by the tiniest mistake.
She looked around and discovered some guys nearby looking her way and laughing. Erika suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable. What were they talking about? What were they laughing at? She tried to pick up her pace a bit, but in the wedges that Samantha was making her wear it was difficult on the uneven ground.
Erika breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the cabin door. She went into the deserted space filled with the four bunk beds, pulled her laptop out of her drawer and pulled up Eric’s comic, ‘Raven’.
Erika sat for a long time on the bed, her feet stretched out before her. The breast forms giving her chest a more feminine shape, looked out of place compared to the flat under-developed chest Eric was used to seeing. The hem of her skirt resting just above her knees, exposed smooth, somewhat shapely legs. What are you doing? Eric’s inner voice pleaded. Why are you dressing up like a girl? Living as a girl? Why did you agree to meet with Josh? Eric stared at the computer screen Why in the hell would you agree to that? To go on a date with a guy? Oh my God, Eric! You agreed to go on a date with an F-ing guy! What are you, gay? Eric looked around the room, blankly, not seeing anything Oh shit, what if I am gay? Well that would just add to my misery at school, the gay outcast ‘the plague’. Why are you allowing Samantha to dictate to you, to rule what and how you are this summer? Why?
Eric’s eyes welled with tears. Is it because you owe it to Summer? The only girl at school, who wasn’t afraid to smile at you? To talk with you? Eric looked towards the heavens, his eyes closed. Summer? Is this your doing?........ What do you want from me? ……What do you want me to tell Samantha? Do you really want me to tell her everything? That you were jealous of her? That you hated who you were, how you felt things came so hard for you, yet Samantha seemed to skate by in life, that she was talented at everything? Is that it Summer??
Eric wiped tears from his face, closed the laptop and lay down on the bed, pulling a pillow to his chest for comfort. Do you want me to inform her that you despised the way, she always seemed to be handed everything on a silver platter, while you felt you were left fighting over scraps and crumbs?......... Do you want me to tell her about that horrible night? Or what happened afterwards?...... What do you want from me?
Eric snuffed. He needed to blow is nose, but didn’t want to move from the bed. Thoughts of his friend consumed him, overwhelming him. It had been a long time, since he had mourned Summer. Too long. He knew something was up that day. He just didn’t know what. Summer had been in a depressive slump for a week or two, and she showed up to school, smiling, laughing and having a good time.
Eric had seen Summer’s mood swings before, they had come and gone, like a rain, washing away the dust and grime of the summer. He was glad that she was feeling better. She had been through so much the past year. On their way home, she gave him a hug. She rarely ever gave hugs - she wasn’t the touchy-feely kind of person. But on that afternoon, she gave him a hug, and held him longer than was normal for her. I should have seen the signs; I should have known. The next day, when Summer didn’t show up for school, he was disappointed, but didn’t think much of it. The second day, he was called to the counselor’s office and told the news that she had taken her own life. The rest of the week was a horrible nightmarish, haze. He didn’t remember anything of that week. Nor did he want too.
Erika couldn’t stand it anymore, she had to blow her nose. She stashed the laptop under the pillow and went into the bathroom and blew her nose. She looked in the mirror and began to laugh and cry both at the same time.
The little make-up that she had on had run and large dark circles appeared around her eyes making her look horrible and comical at the same time. The tears were because she was afraid someone might see her with her make-up ruined and that scared her. The thought of being upset over having running mascara upset her. She was a guy damn it!. Guys didn’t cry over smudged make-up!!
Erika cleaned the make-up from her face and went back out to the bed and lay down, with her misery. She was crying for a friend who took her own life. She was crying because she ruined her make-up and she was crying because she was spending the summer in a cabin, living as a girl.
The door of the cabin swung open, waking Erika from her drowsy state. “Como estas ustead” Victoria greeted as she entered.
“What?” Erika asked.
“Tu habla espaniol, no?”
“What are you talking about?” Erika asked, sitting up and wiping at her eyes again.
“You don’t speak Spanish?” Victoria asked?
“No, what gave you the idea that I did?”
“Your last name is Martinez, right?”
“Yeah. So?”
“I thought you would know Spanish.” She looked at Erika and the smile evaporated from her face. “Are you alright, Erika?” She asked with real concern in her voice. She crossed the room and Sat down on the bed next to Erika.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Erika lied.
“You’ve been crying.” She put a hand gently on Erika’s knee and gave it a light squeeze. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Erika smiled. “Just being emotional.”
“Getting a visit from Aunt Flo, huh?” Victoria smiled. “I’ve got extra pads if you need to borrow some until we go into town.” She got up off the bed and collapsed on her bed.
Aunt Flow? …… What?........ oh periods. Erika almost gasped aloud. “No, I’m fine.” She pulled the lap top from under the pillow and stashed it back in the drawer. If Victoria was back, the others would soon be following.
“Have we met before?” Victoria studied Erika’s face.
Erika’s heart skipped a beat, then began pounding. “No, I don’t believe so.” She said slowly.
“You look familiar, but I don’t know where from?” Victoria stated. “You knew Summer, Samantha’s sister, right?”
“Yeah.”
“How did you two meet?” she queried.
Think fast, Eric, think of something. “We met on-line and then at a comic con.” Erika felt her face turning pink. That sounded lame.
“She had a real talent at drawing, didn’t she.” Victoria stated.
“Yeah, she was good.”
Steps outside the door caught our attention. Rachel hopped into the cabin and flopped down on her bunk.
“How’d it go?” Erika asked.
“There were tears, laughs, some disbelief, but I think she might open up a bit.” Rachel yawned.
“Disbelief over what?” Victoria inquired.
“That I was once like her.” Rachel shrugged.
“I have a hard time believing, myself.” Erika remarked.
“Here, I’ll show you.” Rachel dug around in her purse. “I keep a picture on hand because most people when they find out, don’t believe me.” She pulled out a photograph and handed it to Victoria, who studied it for a moment.
“Wow!” I can’t believe it. You look great!” she handed the photo to Erika.
The picture was one of Rachel, alright. A much rounder, heavier Rachel. “It only took you a year and a half to lose all that weight?”
“A year and a half of sweat and diet.” Rachel accepted the photo back.
“Where is Krystal?” Victoria asked.
“She wanted some time alone to think.” Rachel stated.
“I’ll go see if she is alright.” Victoria got up.
“Leave her be.” Rachel ordered. “She needs some time alone to think this through and see if she wants to make the change. This is something she has to do on her own and without pressure from us. If she wants to change, it has to be her decision and determination. We can support her and help her as much as we can, but she has to take that first step.”
“Will she be back in time for arts and crafts?” Victoria looked at her watch.
“Probably not.” Rachel lay back on her bed. “I told her to take her time.”
“What are we going to tell, Phoenix.” Victoria bit her lower lip in worry.
“That she is having some bad cramping and has gone to see the nurse for some hot pad treatment.” Rachel closed her eyes. “Phoenix doesn’t need to find out everything that happens in this cabin.”
That's for sure, or I’ll end up in big trouble or worse, across the camp in the guys cabins. Erika thought.
The girls in the cabin erupted in applause and rushed over to hug the large girl. Erika, who hung back a bit, was a bit mystified by what was happening. Guys didn’t do this kind of thing for one another. Well not really. It was more like. ‘Hey, Dude, want to?’… ‘Yeah, sure.’….. ‘Cool.’. That was about all that guys did, not this whole 'We are going to help you out, every step of the way and give you hugs of encouragement' thing." By Anistasia Allread |
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Arts and crafts, to Erika’s surprise wasn’t stringing macaroni necklaces. The Crafts leader, Amber, handed them a round disk of wood and some leather.
“We are going to make leather drinking tankards.” She smiled.
“Won’t the liquid seep through?” Victoria asked. “Eventually?”
“With leather, you would think so, huh?” Amber grinned, “But we will be treating these with an environmentally safe, non-toxic resin that will keep it water proof... even coffee proof!”
Amber handed out pieces of paper with curved rectangles drawn on them. “These are for you to design an etching to be scored into your mug. You can put anything you like on your mug. Your name, flowers, hearts, MOM, DAD, for your parents, whatever, as long as it is tasteful and rated ‘G’.”
“Can I scribe ‘Beer’ on it for my dad?” Dani giggled.
“Nope. But you could put ‘Dad’s drink’ on it” Amber beamed. “Now you don’t have to rush through this. This project will be taking most of the week to complete.
With pencils in hand, the girls began talking and sketching various ideas for their mugs.
“Were you able to get anything done on your comic?” Samantha asked.”
“I was too distracted.” Erika shrugged. “I’ll try again later.”
An hour later, Amber had everyone clean up their crafts, label them and put them into a special bin labeled Columbine, and put it aside.
“What now?” Katie asked.
“Kickball.” Victoria smirked. “Against Foxglove.”
“I’m wearing a skirt, and heels.” Erika waved her hand at her bare legs drawing attention to them.
“Good point.” Phoenix cleared her throat. “Let’s run back to the cabin, change if you need to and pick up Krystal. Hopefully she will be able to join us for kickball.”
“Hopefully she will decide to become one of us.” Rachel muttered under her breath, so that Phoenix couldn’t hear.
Krystal was indeed waiting back in the cabin for them, sitting on her bunk, reading one of her novels.
Rachel greeted her with a smile, and a probing look. Krystal smiled back at her with a slight blush and an open smile.
“Erika and anyone else, who needs to change, do so quickly.” Phoenix directed. She looked over at the plump new camper. “Feeling better, Krystal?”
“Yes, I am, Phoenix.” Krystal put her book down, dog-earing the page.
“Put on your tenni's, cuz we need to go kick some Foxglove butt in kickball.” Phoenix grinned. As the other girls cheered the sentiment.
With Rachel’s athletic abilities, Katie’s height, Samantha’s flexibility and Dani’s determination. Victoria, Krystal and Erika didn’t have to do a whole lot to win the game by six runs. Krystal was smiling and participating now, especially when the other girls cheered on her efforts. But she was still a bit reserved and shy. She didn’t speak unless spoken to, and when she did speak it was only with a few words.
Their schedule allowed half an hour before they had to go to the mess for dinner. Phoenix gathered the sweaty, exhilarated girls back to their cabin for a quick wash with wash cloths before sitting them down in the cabin on their various beds.
“Krystal, yesterday when we all met. We went through and introduced ourselves.” Phoenix began. She quickly went through her spiel about getting a fresh start. “So please tell us about yourself.”
Krystal, under the scrutiny of the others in the cabin blushed and looked down at the floor. “Well, I’m um…. from the Eastern part of the State. My family is in the process of moving to the city.” Her eyes glanced up then back down. “That is why I was late getting here. I like to read…….. A lot.” She smiled at the floor. “And I uh….. I have a problem with my weight.” She glanced up and shared a look with Rachel who nodded encouragement with a smile. “Rachel and I had a talk earlier and she said that you all would help me…… shed some of it.” Her eyes flicked quickly around the room. The whole group of girls smiled and nodded at her. Phoenix however looked confused, but smiled anyway.
“Do you want to go through with it?” Rachel asked very sternly. There was a silence that fell over the room while everyone strained, waiting to hear the answer.
Krystal looked up, her gaze quickly scanned the room, then focused in on Rachel’s. “Do you really think I can lose that much?”
“Perhaps more, depending upon how much you want to work at it.” Rachel smiled.
“I want to do it.” Krystal affirmed.
The girls in the cabin erupted in applause and rushed over to hug the large girl. Erika, who hung back a bit, was a bit mystified by what was happening. Guys didn’t do this kind of thing for one another. Well not really. It was more like. ‘Hey, Dude, want to?’… ‘Yeah, sure.’….. ‘Cool.’. That was about all that guys did, not this whole 'We are going to help you out, every step of the way and give you hugs of encouragement" thing.
“Before I condone what you are all planning, I need to know what you are up to.” Phoenix was a bit disgruntled at not being kept in the loop.
“We all agreed, that if Krystal wanted to lose weight this summer, we would all pitch in and help.” Rachel explained quickly. “What this means is that Krystal and I will be waking up early in the morning and doing some exercises before going to the mess to get some breakfast. Anyone who wants to join us may. That is, if it is okay with you, Phoenix.” Rachel looked to the redhead.
Phoenix sighed. She didn’t really have a choice, did she? The girls getting up early for exercise to help a cabin mate out, wasn’t exactly how she hoped the cabin would mesh, but if it worked to bring them together and get them to enjoy the summer, why would she want to discourage such a positive rally?
“Erika, we need to add a swim suit for Krystal to the list.” Rachel directed.
“And sweats, and an alarm clock.” Victoria added.
“List?.... What list?” Phoenix was feeling that she was no longer in charge of the cabin.
“We have started a list of items to get while we are in town doing laundry.” Katie explained. “Hangers, to hang our nice stuff up in the closet with… that kind of stuff.”
“Oh.” Phoenix commented.
“Can we add air-freshener to the list as well?” Samantha inquired. “It would be nice to have a cabin that smells of something other than dirt, lake water, and mustiness.”
“I’ll add them after dinner.” Erika nodded. “Remind me.”
“Umm…. “Krystal spoke up. The group turned towards her. Her face turned pink. “I …. Don’t really have any money to get a swim suit and sweats.”
“That won’t be a problem.” Samantha squeezed the girls shoulder. “I’m sure I can find something we can afford.”
Erika feeling comfortable was emboldened. “She is an incredible shopper, Krystal. She can sniff out a bargain as soon as she enters a store.”
Phoenix looked down at her watch. “If we don’t hurry, we’ll be late for dinner. I don’t think another fashion show will save us from losing points tonight.”
“Fashion show?” Krystal inquired.
“We’ll explain on the way.” Dani giggled.
The girls were just finishing up their taco salads when Josh approached their table with another guy. “Hello Erika.” He smiled down at her.
“Hi Josh.” Erika replied after finishing her bite of food. She wouldn’t smile at the guy. He was like so many she knew, full of themselves and able to get away with treating people they deemed less than themselves like dirt.
Josh scanned the table, smiling at all of the other girls. His eyes landed on Samantha. “This is my friend Kyle.” He introduced to Samantha. “Kyle this is Samantha.” Erika took a deep breath trying not to roll her eyes or groan. She was doing this for Samantha and in a way, for Summer.
The two exchanged pleasantries.
Josh smiled down at Erika. “I can’t wait until we see each other tomorrow night. I noticed that we all passed our swimming test.” He looked down at the green bracelets that adorned their wrists. “I thought a nice boat ride out on the lake at sunset would be nice.”
“Okay.” Erika said. She didn’t know how she should answer the proposal. After all, she really didn’t want to go out on this ‘date’ with Josh. She was doing it because Samantha said that that was how the popularity game was played. ‘Go out with him once or twice, and let him down easy.' She felt Samantha kick her under the table. She looked over to see her smiling, almost forcing it. Erika looked up at Josh. Forcing her own smile, she answered, “That sounds like a nice plan, Josh.” She wanted to gag.
Josh and Kyle left the table and exited the mess hall.
“What was that?” Samantha hissed.
“What was what?” Erika hissed back.
Samantha put a dopey, moping look on her face, “O.K.”
“What else am I supposed to say?” Erika demanded. “I don’t even like the guy.”
“You don’t like him?” Dani asked curiously.
“No.” disgust filled Erika’s voice.
“How can you not like tall, dark and handsome, with a tight ass?” Dani was in disbelief. “Can I have him?”
“I’ve got dibs.” Samantha jumped in.
“Damn. Then I’ve got no chance.” Dani looked to Erika. “Think of me next time you need to double date, or need to pass on a guy. It usually throws them off dating a midget, until, I show them I don’t have to get on my knees to blow them.” She smiled wickedly.
“Dani!” Samantha, Katie, and Victoria all verbally jumped on her as one.
“I’ve got to play to my strengths.” Dani complained. “I don’t have Rachel’s body, Victoria’s smarts, Katie’s height, Samantha’s flexibility, or Erika’s looks.”
“That is just tasteless.” Samantha got up from the table and started to leave.
“It’s not like you’ve never done it.” Dani called after her.
End of Chapter Eleven
"...I don’t want to go out on a date with Josh! I want to be with Samantha! Yeah... I’m with Samantha almost twenty-four, seven,... but as a girl. I want to be with her as a guy! To hold her in my arms! To smell her hair... to feel her soft skin and beautiful lips. To have her look at me... to refer to me... the same way as she does with Josh. *sigh*" By Anistasia Allread |
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“Krystal.” Rachel whispered aloud. “Krystal. Time to get up. We need to get a start.”
Oh Shit. We are supposed to show our support and exercise with Krystal. Ugh, Can’t I just stay in bed and sleep?
“Come on Krystal! I know it’s a pain in the ass, but you promised. Let’s go!” Rachel asserted.
Other bunks in the cabin began to squeak and make noise. More footsteps made their way to the bathroom. Damn! They are all getting up. Erika rolled her face to the wall.
“Come on, Erika.” Samantha whispered as she shook her protesting friend. “We all need to do this. Besides, it will give you some flexibility that you need. Come on sleepy head.” She coaxed.
Erika rolled over and breathed her morning breath into Samantha’s face. “I guess I’m going to have to now.” She grumbled. Samantha’s scrunched up face and step backwards at the foul breath, which did make Erika feel slightly better.
Erika rolled out of bed, grabbed her shorts and a light blue top with white flowers around its scoop-necked collar. She blindly found her way to the bathroom and remembered to sit down on the toilet at the last moment. Erika dressed and went back into the main room to put on her tennis shoes. The other girls were in various stages of getting ready. Katie looked excited and almost as energetic as Rachel. That Bitch! Krystal was looking like a frightened rabbit. Her eyes, were large as saucers and she was flush. Probably from guilt of making us get up so damn early! Erika mumbled in her head.
“Let’s start with some simple stretches.” Rachel took the command of the cabin looking at them in their various stages of waking up.
“Like reaching for some coffee?” Dani moaned.
“Sure if you like.” Rachel grinned. She started them out with various stretches, then led them outside. The sun was peaking over the mountaintops and warming the forest floor in oranges and golds. “This is only the first day, so we are going to begin by walking. I don’t want you to be straining yourselves the first day. If you feel a little more energetic, you can jog with me.” She gave them all a broad smile.
Rachel led the Columbine girls through the trees behind their cabin and emerged on to a trail that could hold four people walking abreast. The trail wound through the trees, following the contours of the forest.
“Where does this go?” Victoria inquired.
“Around the lake.” Rachel started to jog in place. “We should make it back in time to take our showers and go to breakfast.”
“Can’t we just skip the walk and take a shower?” Samantha groaned.
“Or better yet... go back to bed.” Erika mumbled.
They were about a third of the way around the lake when Erika finally started to feel alert. The fresh morning mountain air had some kind of revitalizing ability. She even picked up her pace a bit.
Rachel would jog ahead, then jog back and walk beside Krystal encouraging her. Erika started to wake up a bit more. Katie fell in with Rachel, jogging ahead and jogging back. After the third time of following her out. Katie didn’t come back.
“Where did Katie go?” Phoenix looked through the trees looking for signs of the tall brunette. Phoenix was looking more awake now too.
“She had to go to the bathroom, so she jogged on ahead. She’ll meet us in the cabin.” Rachel informed the counselor.
They started into camp about the time that the loudspeakers started their morning call to wake up. When they got back to their cabin. Katie was already busy at work, tidying up. Her bunk was made and she was sweeping out the cabin.
Erika gathered her shower stuff and joined the other girls down at the shower building. Samantha and Victoria were un-raveling their braids, and giving their long hair a quick brush through. Erika watched Samantha for a moment and followed her example.
Having gotten up early, cabin Columbine was the first group to arrive at the showers. Each girl went into a stall and began their shower. Erika was slightly relieved. This would mean that she wouldn’t have to stand in line, while watching girls in various stages of undress. She wouldn’t have to worry about a hardening in her groin, or being walked in on and found out.
After washing her hair, and body. Erika took out her pink razor and quickly shaved the peach fuzz stubble that was starting to emerge. Her legs were still quite smooth, so she decided to skip that step this morning. She poked her head out the shower curtain to make sure no one had stepped in and grabbed her towel and dried off quickly.
“Make sure you make yourself pretty, Erika.” Samantha called from her stall. “Remember you have a date tonight.”
“Somehow, I just knew you wouldn’t let me forget!” Erika complained. She stepped into her panties, tucked her maleness out of the way and pulled on her shorts and blouse.
When she got back to the cabin, she began the cleaning process. Just because their cabin had a commanding lead in the points, didn’t mean that they could relax. The other cabins would now pour on the elbow grease and try to outshine them.
Breakfast consisted of French toast, eggs and bacon. Fruit, yogurt, and cereal were still available on the side table. Rachel made Krystal sit at the table and made a plate for her. One slice of French toast, three eggs, a cup of fruit, yogurt and five strips of bacon.
“That’s a lot of food for a diet.” Victoria wondered aloud.
“This is a lot more than I am used to eating.” Krystal agreed.
“I don’t want her to feel like she is starving.” Rachel smiled at Krystal. “Besides she’ll need the energy. The only thing on this plate that she probably could do without is the French toast. But they make great French toast here.” Rachel looked at Krystal’s plate. “Don’t eat the yolks of your eggs. Only eat the whites. It will help with burning fat and building muscle.” she lectured.
“No egg yolks but five strips of bacon?” Samantha inquired.
“I was hoping that they would have ham. It’s not as fattening. But she needs protein to help burn energy and tone up.” Rachel explained. “I’ll have to talk with Julie the head cook and ask if she can help us out.”
“What’s on the schedule for the day, Victoria?” Katie changed the subject.
“Softball against Morning Glory, then Arts and crafts. Lunch, then boating... for two hours, whatever that means. Then we have water sports for an hour.” She looked over to Phoenix. “Is that swimming, or is that actual sports in the water, like polo, or basketball?”
“Both. It depends upon what color you’re wearing.” Phoenix explained. “And boating - I believe Todd is going to give rowing lessons and rules on using the canoes and boats.”
“Let’s see…” Victoria continued. “After water sports, we head over to the archery range…. Cool…. Then dinner. After dinner we have two hours of free time where Erika and Samantha are going on a double date with Kyle and Mc Dreamy.” That comment made Erika’s face turn as red as a beet as the others at the table giggled. Except, Rachel didn’t even smirk.
Erika was relieved when Mrs. Hobbs chose that moment to settle everyone down and make the morning announcements. They were pleasantly surprised when Mrs. Hobbs read off the cabin’s points. Columbine had gained even more points yesterday for winning the Kickball game.
Erika’s mind was in a whirl all morning. She had a hard time playing soft ball, not that she was any good at it, anyways. Her mind was on the impending date with Josh. In fifteen years, Eric had never been on a date. Not unless he counted hanging at the pizza parlor with Summer. After only two days of being Erika, she was already asked. How is that possible? How was one supposed to act on a date? How was one, posing as a member of the opposite sex, supposed to act on a date? What if Josh wanted to make-out? The thought made the male part of her cringe. Yuck!!! I know I’m supposed to be a girl for the summer, but kissing guys, making-out with them? No!!! I can’t!!! I won’t! A fly ball coming in her direction interrupted her thoughts. She jumped into action and almost missed the catch. Talk about embarrassing!
Rachel had Krystal race-walked from the softball game to the arts and crafts area. Once the rest of the cabin got up there, they found Krystal race walking to the shower building, touch the wall and race-walking back.
“That is a bit much isn’t it?” Victoria posed.
“Not if she wants to lose that weight.” Rachel continued watching the heavy girl. “It may not seem so harsh, if she had friends doing it with her.”
Katie and Dani jogged over to meet up with Krystal and fell in beside her as she quickly made her way back to the craft area.
Amber gave them exact-o-knives and once they were finished with their mug designs, were to place the paper over the leather and begin carving the design into the leather. Band-aids were out on the tables for speedy first aid applications. Apparently two girls in cabin Daisy had cut themselves earlier in the morning. Erika had to put down her knife a few different times, as the subject of dating, again, permeated her thoughts.
As a guy, Eric could never approach a girl for a date. No one would have an under-sized wimp such as he for a date. No one would tolerate being seen in his presence let alone with him on a date. Yet, as a girl, he gets a date within forty-eight hours? What is so different between Eric and Erika? Eric has no friends at school, yet Erika has a cabin full of them and, according to Samantha, an entire camp of girls jealous of her, including Samantha.
I don’t want to go out on a date with Josh! I want to be with Samantha! Yeah... I’m with Samantha almost twenty-four-seven,... but as a girl. I want to be with her as a guy! To hold her in my arms! To smell her hair... to feel her soft skin and beautiful lips. To have her look at me... to refer to me... the same way as she does with Josh. *sigh*
“Earth to Erika! Come in?” Dani waved a hand in front of Erika’s eyes again. “Where were you?”
“Just thinking.” Erika shrugged it off and started on her leather again.
“About Mc Dreamy?” Dani teased.
“Dani leave her alone.” Samantha cautioned. “She’s nervous enough as it is.”
“Why is she nervous?” Dani looked up from carving with a big smile.
“Come on! Josh is cute.” Samantha continued. “Tell me you wouldn’t be nervous if he had asked you?”
Dani fell quiet.
After a lunch of hotdogs, Krystal had hers without buns. The girls then went back to the cabin and changed into their bathing suits.
Erika tucked the roll of duct tape inside her suit which she wadded up and again locked herself in the bathroom where she stripped completely.
Eric took the tape out of the one-piece suit and sighed heavily. God! I hope we don’t have to swim every day! he said to himself. He looked down at his penis and shuddered. The poor thing was still angry about having the tape ripped off yesterday. He sighed and sat heavily on the toilet, dreading what he was about to do. The other girls were going to need the bathroom soon, so he had to hurry and get everything in its place. But a part of him, mainly the lower part, was unhappy with the situation! He tore off a few pieces of tape. He folded one piece in half sticky sides together and used it as a patch over his penis then placed tape over that. He tucked his penis differently than he had yesterday, and taped it so that he could still use the bathroom if need be without pulling the tape off. He hoped that this would be the solution to no tearing any more sensitive skin.
Erika slipped into the one-piece which had dried since yesterday, and tore off two more pieces of duct tape. She rolled each piece and adhered it to the back of each breast form. Once in place, she pushed them firmly against her chest and looked in the mirror to make sure she was symmetrical. She pulled her shorts on over her suit and slipped her feet into her flip-flops before heading out.
Boating consisted of Todd explaining HIS rules for using HIS various watercraft on HIS lake. Rowing techniques were shown and practiced by all. Life-vests were shown and a necessity if you were to use one of the water craft, regardless of how good a swimmer you were. The girls all piled into various canoes and paddled about in the water.
“Samantha!” Erika called forward in the canoe. “I really don’t want to go on this date tonight.”
“I thought we talked about this already?” Samantha turned over her shoulder to look at Erika. “Being popular requires work! If you back out of the date, Josh will be ‘dissed’. He will then start a rumor around the camp that you are a stuck up bitch.”
“What if he tries to kiss me?” Erika stopped paddling to get her friends attention. “Or more than a kiss?”
“If he tries to kiss you, turn your head, or put your hand to his lips” Samantha instructed. “Tell him that kissing on a first date is not acceptable. And that, if he really cares about you, he can wait.”
After a few moments of silent paddling. Erika told Samantha “I am doing this under protest. I really don’t feel comfortable going on a date with a guy.”
“I’ll be right there with you.” Samantha assured. “I promise.”
Water sports was a blur. Basically, they played volleyball in water up to their waists. Krystal didn’t have her bathing suit yet, so had to sit this one out. Rachel suggested that instead of sitting in the shade, that she should try and walk around the lake trail again.
“I don’t want anyone going off alone!” Phoenix put her foot down.
“I’ll go with her.” Dani suggested. "Besides, you guys will be in water that is kind of deep for me to be playing in with the ease and quickness that you will need.”
Phoenix relented, and with a nod of her curls, the two girls started off around the lake.
Still wet, the girls dried off, pulled their shorts on over their suits, and headed to the archery range. Krystal and Dani were already there, pulling back arrows and letting them sail to their targets.
“We have a natural here.” Dani greeted the rest of the cabin and pointed to Krystal. “I haven’t seen her miss the inner target yet.”
As if on cue, Krystal loosed another arrow and sent if flying to the inner yellow of the target, almost a bull’s eye.
“Wow! That is awesome.” Rachel congratulated the newer girl of the cabin. “You ever shoot before?”
“Nope, this is my first time.” Krystal grinned.
Eric liked archery. The few times that he had shot a bow, he had enjoyed the feeling of the tight string being released, the sound of the arrow slicing through the air. The slight twang the string made as it made the bow vibrate. The sound of the ‘thunck’ the arrow made as it buried its self into the bales of straw. This afternoon, however, was different. Erika had a date and she wasn’t thrilled about it. She was nervous, and scared that she would be found out. Erika was lucky to hit the bales of hay let alone the target this afternoon.
“How shall we do your hair for the date?” Samantha asked Erika as they made their way back to the cabin.
“I don’t care.” Erika shrugged. “Something easy, and not sexy. Go ahead and pick something out for me to wear, I’ve got to use the bathroom.
When Erika returned, she saw that Samantha had picked out a flowing, violet below the knee-length, cotton skirt that had a white floral print on it. And a solid violet top that matched. And of course, the wedge sandals. Erika was beginning to think that Samantha enjoyed torturing her and watching her wobble in the heels.
Erika grabbed the outfit picked for her and returned to the bathroom. She peeled out of the shorts and swim suit. It was kind of strange having the breast forms still attached to her chest. She checked the tape down below, only a small piece of it was coming loose. It would survive until she could torture herself later after returning to the cabin.
Erika slipped into her panties and a black bra, before pulling the violet skirt up around her hips. The light fabric felt wonderfully soft as it brushed her legs, the hem caressing her shins. It did feel kind of strange not having any fabric between the legs, other than the panties. She double checked her breast forms for fit before pulling the top over her head and over her breasts. Erika checked the mirror. She sure hoped Samantha could help her with her hair, and her make-up.
“Hurry up Erika! We need to get you looking good before we go to dinner!” Victoria called from outside the bathroom door.
“I’ll be right there!” Erika looked in the mirror. Was there any trace of Eric in there? Or was he actually turning into a girl? How could he be turning into a girl? He didn’t have the correct body. He wasn’t attracted to guys. Other than those two ‘minor’ issues, Eric was really starting to enjoy being Erika.
The warmth from Josh’s body did make her feel a little better. She began to relax against the need to keep warm. For some strange reason, his closeness, his strength comforted her. It scared her a bit as well. Why was she becoming comfortable being held by a guy? It didn’t make any sense did it? Eric was never held by anyone girl or guy - except on rare occasions by his mother, when he was younger. Why did this feel so…. So nice?
Although Eric had never ‘cat-called’ to women, he always appreciated watching a pretty woman walking by, all dressed up. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever believe he would be the girl, that guys were ogling and whistling at. Although his face was red, with embarrassment. A part of him was excited and even flattered by the attention that he was receiving as Erika. What is wrong with me? How can I enjoy this? I’m a guy.
“It’s kinda fun isn’t it?” Samantha beamed at Erika.
“What’s that?” Erika brushed aside an errant curl.
“Being a girl….. being appreciated.”
“I have to admit. It is.”
“You two, do look hot.” Dani commented from behind them.
“Thanks, Dani.” That means more coming from you than it does them.” Samantha took her seat at the table.
Erika had to remember to use her hand to smooth her skirt over her butt before sitting across the table from Samantha. The blonde cheerleader had twisted her hair up in a French twist and with Victoria’s assistance, twisted sections of the ends into curls and pinned them around the back of her crown. The hair swept away from her face, accentuated her high cheekbones and brought her brown eyes out even more. The tightening in Erika’s groin area, her bit of maleness were straining against its bonds.
Dinner consisted of a mild and a bit watery, stew served in bread bowls. A fruit cocktail and for those who wanted it, some salad.
Josh and Kyle finished their dinner quickly and as soon as announcements were over, came by Columbine’s table.
“We’ll wait for you outside.” Josh winked at the girls as he and Kyle exited the mess hall.
“What are you guys going to do?” Rachel inquired with concern.
“Josh mentioned something about rowing out into the lake to watch the sunset.” Samantha informed the table.
Rachel held Erika’s gaze. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Samantha looked back at Rachel.
“Probably nothing.” Rachel shrugged. “Just be careful out there on the lake.”
Samantha looked to Erika. “You ready?”
To go on a date with guys? Are you crazy? I want to go out on a date with you. Erika finished her bite. “Sure.”
Josh and Kyle were leaning against a tree talking when the two girls came out into the late, golden afternoon.
“What do I do?” Erika looked to the blonde who he admired. “How am I supposed to act?”
“Just be yourself.” Samantha instructed. “A more feminine self. And Erika, try to have fun.”
“Easy for you to say.” Erika mumbled. “You don’t have a penis under your skirt.”
“Hey there.” Josh greeted them, directing most of his attention to Erika. “I thought we’d row out into the lake and watch the sunset.”
“Sounds great.” Samantha said with enough enthusiasm for the both of them.
Erika just smiled. Kyle approached Samantha and the two of them took two steps towards the lake, then looked back to see if the others were following. Josh smiled down at Erika, who kept her eyes on the ground straight ahead and blushed.
“She’s shy.” Samantha whispered to Kyle.
“Your first time at Camp Kumoni?” Josh questioned.
“Yeah, yours?” Erika fidgeted with her hands, not knowing where to put them. If she had had pockets, she would have stuffed them in there. She swung them behind her and clasped hands.
“My parents send me up here every year.” Josh accidentally brushed against her. The contact almost cost Erika, her balance, but she was able to plant her next heeled step firmly. “They are both doctors, and I seem to get in their way, so they make arrangements for me to spend my summers here. Of course, this will be my last summer. I’m getting a Porsche for my birthday. Hopefully I’ll be spending next summer on a road trip. I can’t decide if I want to go to Virginia Beach or to Malibu.”
“You like the beach, then?” Erika asked.
“Yeah, there is a lot to do at the beach.” Josh brushed against her again.
Erika unclasped her hands and folded them in front of her. She was trying to see how Samantha was using her hands, but couldn’t concentrate on placing her feet and watching her friend.
“My Cabin won all of our competitions today.” Josh commented. “I scored several points in the water basketball.” He boasted.
“We won our first kickball game.” Erika was half listening.
“With Ragel in your Cabin, you guys have a chance at getting some really good points.” He brushed against her again, this time knocking her off balance. Josh’s hand shot out and grabbed her arm and held her up right. “Whoa, sorry, Erika. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” His hand lightly slid down her arm and took a hold of her hand.
Erika had the sudden urge to pull her hand away, but thought of how Samantha might handle the situation. Samantha might even get mad at her if she pulled away. She didn’t want to get Samantha all upset with her. As she had said. It was only one date. Erika could let Josh down gently after that, so no one thought she was a bitch. Josh’s hands were half again as large as hers. Strong fingers gently cradled her hand in their grasp. The palm of her hand began to itch. The thought of holding hands, in a romantic fashion with a guy, made the itching worse. Relax, Eric. She told herself. It’s only holding hands, it’s not like he is French kissing you. Relax and pretend that you like it. Erika gave Josh’s hand a soft, quick squeeze. She looked up at him, only blushing slightly. He seemed not to be paying attention, as if it was normal.
Samantha and Kyle were already half way out on the dock when they reached the beach. Samantha’s shapely tan legs were accented by the knee length skirt that she wore.
“And where do you think you are going?” Todd came out of a shed beside them.
“We’ve got two hours of free time, Todd, and We’d like to go for a row.” Josh turned and flashed his smile.
“Let’s see your bracelets.” Todd ordered.
Erika and Josh both held up green bracelets for Todd to inspect.
“You’ve gone through the water craft class today?” he quizzed.
“Yes, sir.” Josh answered.
“Not you, Josh. I know you know the rules. I was asking your friend.” Todd looked at Erika.
“Yes, Todd. I went through it this afternoon with Columbine cabin.”
“Columbine?” Todd muttered to himself in thought. “Yep. Okay. But you two have to have MY boat back before the sun goes down.”
“Sure thing Todd.” Josh gave Erika’s hand a squeeze and led her down the dock.
“Tell those other two that I want them to come back here and check in before they go out.” Todd called after them.
Josh suddenly turned back. “Todd, can we forego the life-vests. I promise we’ll keep it low key.”
“Keep them in the boat with you.” Todd nodded. “You all are wearing green, so I’ll let it pass this time. But I will be checking in on you, while you’re out there. I have binoculars, remember.”
“Thanks Todd. I owe you.” Josh turned back and casually took Erika’s hand in his as if it belonged there.
When they reached the others, Josh informed them that they had to go check in with Todd. Josh then led Erika over to a rowboat and knelt down and held it against the dock. “Careful as you get in.” Josh looked up with a grin.
Eric had never had anyone hold anything for him. Not even an elevator. And here was this guy, holding a rowboat for him to get into? Sure, it was going to be challenge with the wedges on, but guys didn’t hold things like that for other guys. Not really. They just expected the other guy to hop down in and hope that they fell in to get a good laugh.
Erika eased into the boat, which immediately shifted under her added weight. She quickly reached for the side of the boat for support and took a seat. Josh, finished untying the boat and casually hopped in as if he had lived on a rowboat. His momentum pushed the boat away from the dock. He settled himself in the forward seat and placed the oars in their oarlocks and adjusted himself on the bench seat before dipping the oars into the water.
“Now let’s see if I still remember how to do this.” He flexed his massive biceps and pulled back on the oars, pulling the boat through the water.
“Wow.” Erika couldn’t believe she had just said that out loud. Josh was built with a well-developed chest and arms, but even she was unprepared to see how strong he was as he showed his strength off for her.
Erika didn’t know what to do, while Josh propelled the boat. The silence was only broken by the dipping of the oars, the creak of the oarlocks and the soothing sound of water lapping against the boat. Josh’s eyes wandered about the lake but always found their way back to her. It was a bit unnerving. Did all girls feel this way, like everyone was staring at them? Erika tried to ignore the blatant stares and looked at the surrounding trees and hills that surrounded the camp.
It only took them a few minutes for Josh to reach the center of the lake. Erika looked behind her and watched as Kyle struggled to catch up to them with Samantha sitting prim and absolutely beautiful in the boat. She was so natural looking, so at ease, so relaxed. Erika wondered how she made it look so effortless. She herself was nothing but a wound-up rubber band. She was wound so tight that she might snap and hurt those around her.
Josh brought in the oars and looked across the boat at Erika, then at the sky above her. “You aren’t going to see much of the sunset from that angle. Why don’t you ease on over here and we can watch it together?”
Erika shrugged. What choice did she really have? She was supposed to be on this date with Josh so that she could ease him down, and leave her alone. But Samantha said she first had to be civil so that he didn’t think that she was a total bitch. Erika slowly made her way the few feet to Josh’s side of the boat and sat beside him. Kyle and Samantha were now close by. Kyle brought his oars in as well, while Samantha repositioned herself the same way that Erika had, just more gracefully and without any prompting.
The sun was just starting to touch the top of the mountain West of the camp. Its snow cap looked like liquid gold as it sparkled in the nearly cloudless sky.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Josh stared in wonder at the horizon.
“Yes, it is.” Erika agreed. “Beautiful and quiet. It’s really peaceful out here.”
The evening breeze, cooled as it blew across the surface of the lake, raised a few goose bumps on Erika’s arm.
“You’re cold.” Josh observed. He wrapped his massive arm round her shoulders. “Come closer, I’ll try and warm you up.”
So this is how smooth operators work. Erika thought. They put themselves in positions and places where they can act the ‘savior’. Damn, this guy is good. Erika hesitated only a moment. Be civil and nice, do this like Samantha asked. Erika scooted a bit closer to Josh feeling his firm body against hers. His arm wrapped around her shoulders tightened just a bit, his hand resting harmlessly on her arm. So this is why Josh asked Todd to allow us to go without the use of the life-jackets. Not only is this guy good, he’s dangerous. I need to keep Samantha away from him.
The sun had dipped halfway behind the snowcapped mountain. Orange and warm reds began to paint the sky in spectacular fashion. As if it were trying at one last ditch effort to warm the sky as the inevitable dark threatened to swallow and chill the planet. The warmth from Josh’s body did make her feel a little better. She began to relax against the need to keep warm. For some strange reason, his closeness, his strength comforted her. It scared her a bit as well. Why was she becoming comfortable being held by a guy? It didn’t make any sense did it? Eric was never held by anyone girl or guy - except on rare occasions by his mother, when he was younger. Why did this feel so…. So nice?
“You look very pretty tonight.” Josh whispered, his head next to hers, his breath slightly moving the curls next to her ear.
“Uh…… Thank you, Josh.” Part of her wanted to be sick. The other part was surprisingly pleased that she could draw another’s attention. That someone noticed her in a positive way rather than trying to trip her or tease her.
Josh leaned in close. It only took a half a second for Erika to realize that he was closing for a kiss. She quickly turned her head away, as his lips caressed her cheek. Strong lips, softened as not to hurt her skin. A strength that was tempered as not to damage something delicate.
Now what should I do? Erika’s inner voice screamed in her head. What do I do now, Samantha?
Josh, not one to be ruffled, snuggled his cheek up against hers, holding her close. “I’m sorry if I came on a bit strong there.” He whispered. “It’s just that you are so beautiful and the sunset is so incredible. It just …. It just…. I was overcome with it all.”
“That’s alright.” Erika sighed. What are you saying? She screamed at herself. You almost got kissed by a guy, who is whispering smooth, sweet lines in your ear and you say ‘that’s alright’? Are you nuts?
The tip of the sun vanished behind the peak, painting the sky scarlet in its passing. Erika looked over at Samantha and Kyle. They were sitting close together, but thankfully he wasn’t holding Samantha, like Josh was holding her.
Frogs and crickets were beginning their serenade hidden along the shore of the lake.
“I guess we had better start back.” Erika prompted. “Before Todd gets upset with us, and bans us from HIS lake.”
“In a minute. I’m enjoying this…… being here with you.” Josh gave her a squeeze. “It’s just so peaceful and so wonderful being surrounded by such amazing beauty.”
Be nice. Let him have his moment of delusion and be nice, for Samantha’s sake.
“Race you back!” Kyle called out from the other boat. He was already locking the oars into their locks.
Josh sighed deeply. “I can’t let him beat me.”
Erika sighed as well. Kyle, thank you for figuring a way for this to end. She took a deep breath as Josh unwrapped himself from around her and reached for one of the oars. She then slipped back to her earlier seat in the back of the boat and watched as Josh spun the boat around with little effort and was already catching up to Kyle and Samantha.
Josh and Erika pulled into the dock two boat lengths ahead of Samantha and Kyle. The only slightly winded Josh scampered to tie off the craft then anchored himself in a stance like Colossus.
“It gets kind of tricky, let me help you.” He offered down a hand.
Erika accepted it as he helped her to her feet, then held onto her hand as she scrambled onto the dock about as graceful as a bull in a china shop. She stood up a little shakily and smoothed down her skirt and smiled, relieved to have Samantha close, again.
Josh lightly leaped up beside her. He turned and laughed good naturedly with Kyle who shook his head with a smile. “Even with a head start and you manage to win.”
“You need to work out more.” Josh advised. He held out a hand and assisted Samantha to up onto the dock.
A stab of jealousy cut at Erika. Jealous of the easy way that Josh had with women. Jealous at the way Samantha smiled at him and drank him in with her eyes. Jealous that Samantha never looked at Eric that way. Then there was a small spark. Like a pin prick of something….. something akin to jealousy. Josh was giving her friend attention and not her. That last realization stunned her. She shook her head and cleared it, forcing that last thought back down into the recesses of her mind where she hoped that is would stay.
Josh turned from ribbing his friend and winked at her with a smile. He walked up to her and took her hand in his. Again, he acted as if that is where it belonged. This time her palm didn’t itch. It almost felt comfortable, almost natural. They walked hand in hand back down the dock towards the beach.
Once on the sand, Josh turned towards Erika and suddenly pulled her to his chest. She tilted her head up to question him and found his lips against hers. There wasn’t any time to turn her head away, no time to say ‘no’. Just his strong, yet tender lips against hers.
“What do you think happened?” Dani asked her tall friend.
“I’m not sure.” Katie pointed the flashlight in front of Dani. “Samantha said that they had a good time. At least she said it looked like Erika was having a good time……. Erika!” She called out into the dark trees.
Erika shrugged. She really didn’t want to talk about it. He had kissed her. Josh had kissed Erika... and she was confused. Confused didn’t even cover how she felt. It was just that he, Eric, didn’t like being kissed by a guy, especially on the lips! But he didn’t punch Josh, or throw up in the bushes when it had happened either. Why didn’t he? The whole experience was awkward for Erika, strange. Strange, because her lips tingled afterwards... and she just couldn’t tell if it was a bad tingle.
Rachel sat up in her bed, trying to act non-chalant - playing with her I-pod.
“He kissed her!” Samantha gushed with the seemingly good news. “He held her in the boat while watching the sunset. It was sooo romantic! And then, before heading back to the cabin…. He kissed her.”
“Oh My God!” Dani giggled into a pillow and then turned to Erika. “Was it wonderful? Is he as good a kisser as he is good looking?”
Erika turned several shades of red and turned her gaze down to the floor. How could Samantha do this to me? How? On impulse, Erika, thoroughly embarrassed, grabbed her pajamas and stormed into the bathroom to change. She really didn’t want to share these intimate, confused thoughts and feelings with her cabin mates. Especially when she was having such mixed feelings about Samantha.
Erika stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and studied the strange, yet somehow familiar face staring back at her. Dark hair framed her face in large curls and ringlets that Samantha and Victoria had painstakingly put in. Her blue eyes accentuated with eye shadow, and groomed, arched eyebrows. Lips glossy and stained by lip-gloss. Who is that girl staring back at me? Can I even see Eric anymore? There was barely a trace of him to be found in the reflection. Erika sighed and noticed the breast forms rise and fall with her chest. They almost seemed a part of her now... Him now! He stated, trying to reinforce his gender. In a fit, he reached into the bra, pulled them out, and hurled them across the bathroom. The sound of them hitting the wall and settling on the floor echoed slightly and then silence.
What in the hell are you doing? The reflection, the girl in the mirror seemingly mouthed his thoughts. You went on a date with a guy….. A guy! You did it because you like Samantha... but you can’t tell her that! She’d laugh in your face! The girl in the mirror ran her fingers through the dark curls. They bounced back as her hand left her head. The girl you like is in the next room... sleeping in the bed right underneath you! And you can’t tell her how much you care about her! You go on a date with a guy! Because she asks you to... Damn it!!! Eric! He kissed you! He kissed you! And you didn’t do anything to stop him! You didn’t even punch him, slap him or get sick afterwards! What are you? Who are you? Are you really a girl after all?
Eric kicked off the wedges, sending them into the far wall where the forms lie. Tears of frustration trickled down his cheeks, as he yanked the skirt off. He grabbed a hold of the top and tried to tear at the fabric. He tried to tear off the top. He wasn’t even strong enough to tear open a top! I’d bet Josh could tear it off! I can’t even rip it a tiny bit!! Damn it! You’re a pussy, Eric. A pussy who can’t even tear a shirt. Maybe you really are a girl!!! He started sobbing as he yanked the top over his head and tossed it across the floor with his shoes. He’s a guy. You went out on a date with a fucking guy and you let him kiss you!! You let him kiss you, and you didn’t do ANYTHING!!!!!
Eric found himself sitting on the bathroom floor leaning back against the wall. His eyes were glazed in a stare with tears leaking from them, little rivulets trickling down his cheeks. He could vaguely hear Samantha in the next room telling the others in great detail about the whole affair. All the while he sat in the bathroom, on the floor, crying in his girl’s panties and bra. Why didn’t you do anything? Why... Why didn’t you do a damn thing? He hit the back of his head against the wall repeatedly, as if trying to knock the memory of the kiss from his head.
A light knock sounded at the door. “Erika, are you all right?” It was Rachel.
“YES! I’m FINE.” Erika lied. Eric’s voice sounded croakingly funny, his nose being stopped up from the crying.
Rachel paused and listened against the door. “I’m here... if you need me.” Rachel stated softly through the door.
Eric paused briefly trying to think.“I’ll be out... in jj-just a few-w minutes.” Eric managed to get out, without continuing to cry.
He picked himself up off the floor, pulled his panties down and sat down on the toilet. He reached between his legs and, grabbing the tape, yanked hard and fast. Stifling a scream, Eric sobbed fresh tears, angry at himself, as he screamed and cried into his covered mouth. The pain was so excruciating… and it’s what he deserved for standing there and doing nothing while a guy kissed him! He wadded up the tape and tossed it into the toilet and flushed it. Damn tape! Symbolizes my entire life!!! He thought. Flushed down the toilet like a piece of shit!!!
He pulled his panties back up and thought about what he was doing. I should call this whole thing off! I should march out there and show them that I’m a guy and have them call the cops. They can put me in cuffs; arrest me for perversion or whatever else! I can then go home and …. And …. And do what? Play on the computer? Retreat back to a life with no friends? With no hope of being accepted... Back to a life... of being taped to a flagpole, spit upon, and ridiculed because I don’t fit in? Eric stared somewhere ahead of him... in space. You were kissed by a guy!!! How could you? You’d never been on a date before, never been kissed before! Then you dress like a girl and you get your first kiss by a guy?........ God! If this gets out at school, I’ll be killed! The flagpole incident will look like a holiday compared to what they will do to you if anyone at school ever learns of this! Absentmindedly, he had pulled on the pajama bottoms and slipped the top over his head. Grandma’s.... you need to go to Grandma’s... and live with her! Start fresh! New school, new town! You can even make friends! Just leave all of this behind you. Leave Camp Kumoni behind you! Leave the girls of Columbine cabin behind you, leave………. Samantha…… behind? Eric paused in his rant and sat back down on the toilet. God she was beautiful tonight! The way the sun made her hair shine and her skin glow. He buried his face in his hands. She was simply gorgeous and he couldn’t do a thing about it! She didn’t even know he existed! You were just a girl going on a date with a guy. Getting kissed... by a guy. A GUY!
Eric flung open the bathroom door and ran through the cabin and out the door, fleeing barefoot into the cover and protection of the darkening woods.
Erika's clothing lay still on the bathroom floor.
“What happened out on the lake!” Rachel demanded of Samantha.
“Just what I’ve told you.” Samantha looked on in shock as well. She frowned in concentration for a moment. “Oh, ……. Oh God!.”
“What?” Rachel marched across the room towards her. “What is it?”
“Oh God, we’ve got to find her.” Samantha jumped up and raced out of the cabin.
Phoenix jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being knocked on her butt. “Where are you going?” She called after Samantha. But the blonde didn’t answer as she took the nearest trail into the woods.
Phoenix looked into the cabin as the other girls were also rushing to leave the cabin. “What is going on here?” She demanded of them.
“Something happened to Erika.” Katie looked from the counselor to the darkening trees. “She ran off crying.”
“What happened?” Phoenix looked to Rachel, who always seemed to know what was going on.
“We need to find her and talk to her.” Rachel stated. “She went out with a guy this evening. When she came back, she locked herself in the bathroom for a while, then ran off crying.”
“Any idea where she might have gone?” Phoenix asked.
“You didn’t see her leave?” Dani looked up at the red head.
“No, I was too busy trying not to be knocked over by Samantha.”
“Do we have flashlights?” Rachel asked the group.
“I’ve got one.” Krystal spoke up. “For reading at night” She finished the last part in a mumble.
“I’ve got two.” Phoenix reached into the drawer under her bed and pulled out two.
“Let’s team up in twos.” Rachel suggested. “Katie, you and Dani check the North side of the lake. Phoenix can you and Krystal check the South side. Victoria and I will check the woods around here.”
“If you don’t find her within half an hour, come back here to the cabin. And stay with your buddy. No splitting up.” Phoenix ordered. “If you find Samantha, make her join you and bring her back with you as well. We don’t need any more running off and getting lost.”
Victoria came out of the bathroom. “I don’t think Erika went very far. She was barefoot.” She held up the wedge sandals.
Phoenix handed Rachel a flashlight, while Krystal handed hers to Katie.
“I’ll be right out.” Victoria told Rachel as the un-appointed leader stepped out of the cabin.
“Hurry up.”
Victoria tossed the sandals on the floor next to the bunk then dumped Erika’s clothes and breast forms into her top drawer, next to the laptop.
“Come on.” Rachel called from the edge of the trees.
“I had to drop her stuff off.” Victoria explained. “Do you think she could have gotten far?”
“Without shoes? In the dark? I don’t know.” Rachel swept the light back and forth ahead of them.
“What do you think caused her to take off?” Victoria asked.
“I have a strong feeling it had something to do with Josh.” Rachel growled.
“Do you think she might be embarrassed about something?” Victoria inquired, trying to feel out what Rachel knew, while not wanting to reveal what she had found in the bathroom.
“Like I said, It has something to do with Josh.”
“I’m not sure.” Katie pointed the flashlight in front of Dani. “Samantha said that they had a good time. At least she said it looked like Erika was having a good time……. Erika!” She called out into the dark trees.
“That was just weird.” Dani shook her head. “She came in the cabin with Samantha and said that the date went fine. Then disappeared into the bathroom. Then the next thing I know, she is tearing through the cabin as if she was being chased by a bear. Do you think Samantha might have said something wrong?”
“I don’t know,” Katie shrugged, in the darkness only her silhouette of her shoulders moved a bit. “Erika!” she called.
“Wow.” Dani shook her head. “She seemed so normal the past few days. Maybe she is on medication and forgot to take it.” Dani thought for a moment. “Or maybe she is a psychotic slasher who is going to take us out one at a time with a machete.” She make a stabbing motion while making the sounds from ‘Psycho’.
“You watch too much T.V.” Katie smiled. “Besides you can’t stab with a machete, you can only hack.”
Dani cringed at the thought as an eerie silence fell between the two girls. Only the lapping of the waves upon the lake shore and the light breeze in the tree tops broke the stillness.
“Erika!” Dani called.
“Erika.” Krystal called in her soft soprano. “Erika.”
“This was supposed to be a simple summer job. Watch some young girls, keep them active, help them understand themselves, boost their confidence, and write a term paper on it for class.” She stared off into the darkness looking for movement. “What do I get? A cabin with girls who dress like hookers for the first meal in the mess. Or who go running off at night in hysterics for unknown reasons.”
“I’m sure she has a good reason.” Krystal stated softly. “We just have to find her to find out what it is.”
“Erika!” Phoenix called. “Erika, where are you?” She looked over to the large blonde. “If you suddenly got upset and took off in the middle of the night, where would you go, Krystal?”
“I’d raid the kitchen.” Krystal mumbled, blushing at the thought. “But I’m not as skinny or as pretty as Erika.”
“It’s worth a shot.” Phoenix sighed. “We’ll stop by there on the way back, if we haven’t found her.”
Okay, Eric, you need to think. You need to calm down and think about what you are going to do. He took a deep breath, and wiped the tears from his face. You are at a summer camp that your parents sent you to. Your parents have no idea that you are hiding out at camp as a girl. If they did, there would be years of psychology sessions, not to mention grounding and who knows what else. You are here as a girl…… maybe you do need counseling.
He could hear the girls from Columbine cabin calling his feminine name in the distance. He felt a bit guilty having them running around looking for him. But he couldn’t handle his emotions and the onslaught of girls at the moment. Do the girls suspect that I’m not a girl? Samantha knows of course. Victoria might know, she might recognize me as Eric the ‘plague’ at any moment. Damn! I told Dani that I was called the ‘Plague’. What if she tells Victoria? Oh shit! Just what I need another twist in this fucked up fraud to worry about…… Calm down, and think, damn it!
A stillness settled around the cabin. Crickets in the tree, began to chirp, undaunted by his presence. As far as I know, only Samantha knows about me. Victoria might know, but if she did know, wouldn’t she confront me? Or would she accuse me in front of the other girls?....... I don’t think she knows…yet. I’ve even fooled the guys. Which brings me back to that damn date and that fucking kiss.
Tears started welling up in his eyes again and his heart skipped a beat before pounding even harder in his chest. He swallowed, but it was like forcing a lump of hard, crusty, bread down his esophagus. Don’t get all emotional, Eric, you’ve got to think this through. You were kissed by a guy. Did you like it? His stomach churned at the thought. No……not really. It was a kiss by someone other than your mother, there is bound to be a reaction. But, did you like it?............ It made your lips tingle afterwards, is that a sign of liking it? Did your heart leap for joy at being kissed? No, it was tight, like it was being squeezed, definitely a feeling of fear…… So did you see ‘fireworks’?........ Not even a sparkler. So then maybe you’re not gay. Yes you were kissed by a guy. Eric cringed at the thought. It just proves that you are passing pretty well as a girl.
Eric’s butt was starting to go numb, sitting on the hard-packed dirt. He shifted to allow the blood to flow. Do I continue this charade? Do I attempt to play the girl through the summer? Or shall I call it quits before anyone gets hurt or into any more trouble? Right now, the only one getting hurt is me. What happens if in a week or two one of the girls finds out? what kind of trouble will that cause? How much hurt will I cause someone like Katie? She is so sensitive and caring about what everyone around her is feeling. Victoria is too logical of a thinker to be hurt, she’d be embarrassed for not figuring it out, but not hurt. Then there’s Rachel. She already seems to hates guys. Will her finding out about me make it worse? Will she hate me? What about Krystal, with her quiet suffering and silent insecurities? Or Dani with her forced bravado? Will Their finding out about me hurt them? The last thing I want to do is hurt the only friends I have made since Summer’s death.
Eric stood up with a new resolve. He had to take an action, he had to make a stand. With tears in his eyes, he slowly, and because he was barefoot, carefully made his way around to the front of the cabin.
“Did Josh do anything to you? Did he touch you, or say anything to you that you didn’t like?”
“He….. he kissed me.” Erika was reeling. Did Rachel know? Or didn’t she?
“I…. I needed to get away. I needed to think.” Erika replied. She wiped the tears from her cheek and waited for Rachel to approach, as if a young kid in trouble waiting for the parent to dole out a punishment.
“Are you all right?” Rachel asked as she neared.
“I…. I really don’t know.” Erika’s heart felt like it was being squeezed again.
“Let’s get you inside. The others should be back in a matter of moments.” Rachel guided Erika into the cabin. “Phoenix is going to be pissed when she gets back. Counselors tend to freak out when a camper goes off for some needed ‘alone time’.”
Rachel took Erika by the shoulders and directed her into the bathroom. “You are a mess. Let’s get you cleaned up. Sit down.” Rachel sat her down on the toilet. Rachel grabbed a towel and ran some water over an end. She knelt down next to Erika and began dabbing the makeup from her eyes and pressing the cool wet cloth against her skin.
“Why?” Erika implored.
“Why, what?” Rachel smoothed a curl away from Erika’s face.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Erika, felt like she was going to start crying again. No one was ever this nice to Eric. If Eric had a bad day, if he reacted like he did this evening, he was expected to suck it up. To be strong, to find his inner strength. To be a man. Most of the time it meant that he had to suffer. He had to wallow in his self-pity, usually in his bedroom, alone. At least that was the way it was before he and Summer met and then again after she died. No one ever showed him this kind of kindness, this kind of compassion.
“You had a bad evening, right?” Rachel’s voice was very soothing as she wet the towel again. She again dabbed at Erika’s cheeks. “You are in my cabin. You are a Columbine girl. Columbine girls take care of one another.” Rachel swiped Erika’s curly mass of hair out of her face and tucked them behind each ear. “Listen, we are going to be spending a lot of time together this summer. We will fight, we will laugh, and we will cry, but we do this all together…… We’re sisters.”
How was she going explain this to Rachel? How was she going to explain this to any of them? Especially if she, Erika, was already accepted as a ‘sister’. Eric wasn’t accepted as anything….. well, he was accepted as the school outcast, the ‘plague’. Erika closed her eyes, and shuddered. “I’m not like other girls.” She mumbled, cringing as she did so.
“I know.” Rachel soothed. “I know.”
Erika’s eyes flew open. Blood drained from her face. How did Rachel find out? Did Samantha tell the others? Did Rachel see her in the shower, or even in the bathroom? She knew?
“We all have secrets, Erika.” Rachel’s voice was soft. “So what if you’re not the perfect, all-knowing girl that you led us to believe?.....”
Erika felt like she was going to faint. The room swirled as vertigo set in, causing the room to tilt slightly to the left.
“…..So what if you blow up and run off into the woods in an emotional tirade? It’s called hormones and they suck.” Rachel blotted at Erika’s face. Her smiled disappeared and her eyes became quite cold. “Did Josh do anything to you? Did he touch you, or say anything to you that you didn’t like?”
“He….. he kissed me.” Erika was reeling. Did Rachel know? Or didn’t she?
“Did he force himself upon you?” Rachel probed. “Or was it a simple ‘thanks I had a good time’ kiss?”
“He kissed me, when he left.” A chill ran down Erika’s spine. Her stomach flipped, but she couldn’t figure out if it was because of the kiss or the questions that Rachel was asking. “Why?”
“I didn’t want to say anything before you went on your date, but Josh has a certain reputation here. Last year there were rumors that he had sex with several of the girls in camp.” Rachel gave Erika a big hug. “I’m so glad that you are all right. I was so worried about you and Samantha being left alone with those two.”
Erika shuddered at the thought. Here she went on a simple date with the guy and he was known as a womanizer? What would have happened had he tried anything with her? What would have happened it Josh had found out about Erika’s secret? The flip-flop in her stomach became a lurch as she thought about the things that happened to Eric at school, happening here, at Camp Kumoni. “All he did was kiss me.” The memory of his lips on hers was unsettling. “I …… I’m not the girl you think I am.” Erika began again. “I’m not attracted to guys.” She paused as Rachel looked at her with a curious grin. “I’m not attracted to guys because…..”
“Anyone here?” Dani called from the front room of the cabin cutting off what Erika was about to say.
“I’ve got her back here.” Rachel called to the front. She looked back at Erika. “It doesn’t matter. All of us in this cabin, we are all sisters.”
Two sets of footsteps ran to the bathroom door. “Are you all right?” Katie’s face was full of genuine concern. Concern for Erika. Erika swallowed and was barely able to nod an affirmative.
“She’s better.” Rachel answered for Erika. “But I think she might need to forego the campfire tonight.”
“Where were you?” Katie inquired. “We were worried about you.”
“I just needed to get away and spend some time alone.” Erika mumbled. This was quite embarrassing. No one ever worried about Eric or his feelings when he was Eric, why were people worrying about Erika? Guys didn’t act this way with one another, at least from what he had seen. Could girls really be inclusive like this?
“Did you find her?” a call came from the front.
“Yeah, Rachel found her.” Dani turned to the front.
“It’s Phoenix.” Katie looked at Rachel with concern written all over her face.
“Katie, could you help Erika get cleaned up? I’ll go and head off Phoenix before she busts into flames?” Rachel handed the tall girl the wet towel. She stepped into the cabin and over to the fuming Phoenix. “She has had a fright and needs some time to unwind.” Rachel told the counselor.
“I’ll be the judge of that, Rachel. I am after all, in charge of this cabin.” Phoenix began to step past the athletic leader.
“Phoenix, don’t do this.” Rachel pleaded. “I’ve almost got her settled down enough to talk. If you go in there demanding answers, she will either freak again, or clam up.”
“What do you know about psychology?” Phoenix almost spat.
“Three and a half years of therapy.” Rachel stated sternly. “Let her cool off.”
Phoenix paused and looked hard at Rachel. The two stared at one another for a while. “You and I are going to have a long talk after the campfire tonight.”
“Fine, just leave Erika alone for right now.” Rachel submitted.
“Did anyone find her?” Samantha asked franticly from the front door. Victoria stood right behind her.
“Yes, she’s in the bathroom.” Dani informed the cheerleader.
Samantha strode towards the bathroom. “Now isn’t a very good time, Samantha.” Rachel warned.
Samantha shouldered her way past Rachel and Phoenix an entered the bathroom. Katie was kneeling down in front of Erika and the toilet, hugging her and rocking as tears quietly flowed down Erika’s cheeks.
“I am so sorry, Erika.” Samantha blurted out, tears stinging her eyes.
Katie released the dark-haired girl, who looked up at Samantha. Erika took one look at Samantha and quickly adverted her eyes she turned her head away from Summer’s little sister.
“Erika?” Samantha wept. “I’m so sorry that…..”
“Don’t talk to me.” Erika snarled. “Leave me alone and don’t talk to me.”
“But……” Samantha was startled. “But I need to talk to you.”
Eric looked up at the girl for whom he had loved from afar at school. Instead of seeing a golden goddess standing before him, he saw the spoiled little sister that Summer had described to him. “LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” Erika screamed. “Leave me alone and don’t you dare speak to me!”
Katie fell back, her face ashen, her eyes as big as saucers. Her lip trembled slightly. She was not used to this kind of emotional outburst. Not growing up on a farm.
“Okay, okay, calm down, Erika.” Phoenix suddenly appeared behind Samantha. “Samantha, leave now.” She told the blonde in a stern no-nonsense voice. “Erika, you need to calm down.” Phoenix looked over to the visibly trembling Katie. “Katie, take Samantha and the others and head over to the campfire.”
Katie didn’t have to be told twice, she practically sprinted out of the bathroom, dragging the weeping Samantha with her.
Phoenix knelt down in front of Erika and lightly placed a hand on her knee. “You and I are going to have a long talk tomorrow.” She squeezed Erika’s knee. “I am going to go to the campfire……. While we are gone, I want you to go take a long hot shower, then climb into your bunk…… Okay?”
“Okay.” Erika smiled weakly.
“Grab you towel and stuff.” Phoenix reaffirmed. “No one should be down there until after the campfire, so you’ll have the whole shower room to yourself.” The counselor helped Erika to her feet and walked with her back to her bunk. “I’ve got to go join them. But you and I will talk tomorrow.”
Erika nodded as the flame haired counselor left. She opened her drawer and saw her breast forms laying in a pile of her clothes. “Oh shit.” Erika muttered. She had taken them off and left them in the bathroom. Who picked them up? Samantha hopefully. If any of the other girls had taken care of them, she was in for some more embarrassment. What else is new. She picked up the forms, some new under garments, her towel and her shower bag. She slipped into her flip-flops before heading in the dark down to the shower building.
The lights were on, when she arrived. The only sounds were the distance singing from the campfire, and the soft lapping of lake water lapping against the docks. Erika entered an empty shower stall, turned on the water and stripped.
The hot water, felt good on tired muscles. Eric’s shoulders were tight from all of the tension of the past few hours. He stuck his head under the spray, letting the water wash away the curls.
What am I going to do? I was going to tell Rachel. I was going to tell them all, everything, but I couldn’t. Why couldn’t I? Well, other than the fact that Dani came in and interrupted the confession, why couldn’t I tell her? Rachel was…….. she was nice. She was accepting me as a friend, a confidant, a…… a….. sister.
Eric had long ago run out of tears. But the muscles in his eyes still tightened, his head still throbbed with the exertion. Do you want to be a sister? Do you want to spend your summer as a girl? Can you even pull this off? You’re dressing in skirts, shaving your legs, and going on dates with guys, Eric. Do you really want to continue? Victoria suspects something is up. Rachel knows, at least you think she knows. What about the others. What happens if or when they find out that you are an imposter?
Eric sat cross-legged on the shower floor and let the hot, steaming spray rain down on him. Relaxing him, washing the tension from his body. How could Samantha do this to me? He wondered. Did she know what that kiss did to him? How much it cost him? I never should have embarked upon this plan of hers. I should have told them at the bus that they had me down in the wrong cabin. He sighed heavily. If you had, where would you be right now? “Miserable.” He said aloud. You’d be fighting a losing battle to be accepted in one of the guys cabins. You’d be an outcast among your own kind. Sitting at the end of the table with the others of the cabin distancing themselves from you as if you had the plague. You’d be laughed at because you couldn’t kick the ball as far, because you trip over your own feet. Because you are……. Because Eric is the plague.
He unwound his legs, stood up, and stuck his head under the shower head. Erika isn’t treated like the plague. She isn’t the ‘plague’. She is accepted by her cabin mates as a girl, as a peer, as…….. as a sister. Eric, do you want to spend the summer as an outcast, the plague? Or do you want to spend the summer as someone who is better than an outcast, someone accepted and liked?
Erika picked up the pink razor from her toiletry bag and began shaving her legs.
“What’s so bad about a cute guy like Josh kissing you?” Victoria asked with indifference.
“Because I’m not attracted to guys!”
Erika slipped out of her bed and went into the bathroom. Katie was already sitting on the toilet, ridding her body of waste water.
“Morning.” Katie yawned.
“Morning, Katie.” Erika yawned back.
Katie wiped, pulled up her panties and traded Erika places at the sink. Erika pulled her jamma pants down and quickly sat, tucking her male member so that the tall model looking girl wouldn’t see. After using the toilet, Erika went back to her bunk and rummaged through her drawers for her shorts.
“Good morning, Erika.” Samantha greeted, warily as if poking at a snapping turtle.
Erika ignored her and continued getting dressed. Putting a bra on was becoming much easier now. As soon as she had it on, she tucked her breast forms and adjusted them the best she could without a mirror. The whole cabin probably already knew that she was using them, but she could hope that they didn’t, or that they didn’t care.
After a few warm-up exercises and stretches, Rachel had us on the path around the lake again, this time we walked it in the opposite direction. Rachel and Katie jogged in place, or jogged ahead and then back to join them.
“Feeling better?” Phoenix fell in beside Erika at a fast walk.
“A little.” Erika admitted. “Thanks for sending me to the showers.”
“You were so taut, I thought you were going to tear yourself apart.” Phoenix’s eyes went from the trail to Erika. “Don’t ever go charging off like that again. It is dangerous to run off the way you did, especially at night. If we hadn’t found you when we did, I was going to have to inform Director Hobbs and have the police and Search and Rescue called in to look for you.”
“I’m sorry, Phoenix.” Erika apologized.
Phoenix stopped walking forcing Erika to do like wise. The copper haired counselor turned and gave Erika a big hug. “I’d hate anything to happen to one of my girls.” She squeezed Erika a bit more. Phoenix released her and resumed walking.
Erika paused for a few moments. Was that the talk? Was that all there was to it? Don’t go running off? Guys didn’t get talks like that? They were yelled at, cussed at and told to ‘grow up’, to ‘take it like a man’, to ‘get over it’. Did girls really get a ‘please don’t do that’ and a hug? Erika shook her head and began jogging to catch up with the rest of the cabin.
About half way around the lake, Samantha fell back to walk beside Erika. The two walked in silence for a while.
“Erika.” Samantha began. “I’m really…..”
“Rachel?” Erika called out. “Could you hold up for a minute?” She cast Samantha a look of disdain and jogged ahead, leaving the blonde cheerleader, biting her lip, fighting back tears.
Samantha slowed to a lumbering walk. Tears obscured her view of the trail as she fought to maintain control. She needed to speak with Erika, to apologize for setting her up on the date with Josh. Erika had expressed dread at doing such a thing But Samantha was too wrapped up in her own feelings at the time.
It had been almost two years and she was still breaking down in emotional fits over the loss of her only sister. At school, she was among the popular crowd. She was a cheerleader after all. She was the family’s golden girl. The daughter with the golden hair and good grades. Friends who kept the phone busy in the evening and always had a place for her at parties and sleep-overs. Even after Summer’s death, she was expected to put on the ‘golden mask’ and play the happy-go-lucky cheerleader, even though inside, she felt like a large vise was crushing her heart and lungs, wringing, squeezing them as if to juice the life out of her.
Yeah, she had a boyfriend who was on the varsity football team, but after three dates of his incessant talking about nothing but football and sports cars, she quickly learned that there wasn’t much to his personality, or thought patterns except those two subjects. But she had to keep up the image, she had to smile for the cameras. Smile while sitting in the convertible and waving as a homecoming princess. Smile and be dutiful at the family’s Christmas get-away at the cabin. Smile and be happy as she accepted her dull boyfriend's corsage for the Spring Prom.
She had to do all of this, and pretend that her sister hadn’t killed herself, as if to mention it would shatter the world that her family and friends had built up around her. Destroy the fantasy of the perfect daughter in the perfect world. It was Summer who should have gone with her to pick out her dance dresses. It was Summer who should have sipped hot chocolate with her next to the fire place at the cabin, or started a snow ball fight. It was Summer who should be spending time with her this Summer, not leaving her alone in a house of sad memories. A house of neglected opportunities and lost days to come.
It was her mourning of Summer that brought her to coax Eric into spending the summer as a girl. To needle him into ‘walking in her shoes’. It was her hope that getting to know Summer’s friend with the mislaid soul, she might better understand her sister and maybe find out what horrible secret life she had, in which she couldn’t escape, but in taking her own life.
It had only been a few days of camp and she had already alienated the only person who might be able to empathize with her, to share with her information and feelings about Summer. And she may have ruined all of this because she had a crush on Josh. That infatuation with the tall, dark, and handsome guy with the winning smile and she put her friendship with Erika on the line. She knew Erika wasn’t attracted to guys, but she was too dead-set in her ambition to try and win Josh’s attention that she sacrificed the two real reasons for being here. To help Eric have a positive experience in life. An experience that didn’t have him being shoved into garbage cans or tripped to land sprawled in mud puddles. One that was opposite from what he had experienced at school. The other was to learn all that she could about Summer through this friend of hers. A friend who identified with her.
Now this friend of Summer’s was quickly becoming a friend of hers. Once Eric began smiling and Erika emerged it was as if a rope had been tossed down into the dark hole, and the emerging person was grateful to clamber up and see what happiness could be found. Before the whole date proposal, Erika looked to be having fun, looked to be relishing new experiences, like a young girl trying chocolate ice cream for the first time. Erika was learning to trust her, to look to her for support and guidance. The reward of seeing a beautiful smile on Erika’s face was more than worth it.
Erika’s outburst, “Leave me alone and don’t you dare speak to me!” echoed through her mind. She tried to enjoy the campfire last night, she tried to put on her ‘golden mask’ but the mask now had a grievous crack in it. One that didn’t allow the mask to sit right, it began to look grotesque more of a mask of horror. This morning when she approached Erika while getting dressed, the look that Erika had given her was one that was full of pain and disdain. The look of one who had been betrayed. It was a blow that staggered her. It tightened the vice in her chest another turn. She had to talk to her, but how? How could she if Erika wouldn’t listen?
“Come on, Samantha.” Victoria called back, we need to get the cabin cleaned before we go to the showers. “Just because we have a lead in the points doesn’t mean we can slack.”
Samantha took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to shed the tension and raw emotion that seemed to coat her being.
Samantha caught up to Krystal, Dani, Phoenix and Rachel as they started to enter the camp. Rachel had pushed Krystal a bit faster today. The large blonde girl was breathing a bit heavier and looked flushed.
Krystal moaned. As did Dani.
“Don’t worry, we’ll start out easy.” Rachel smiled. She rubbed Krystal’s shoulder and lowered her voice. “You are really doing good Krystal.” She said for the large girls ears only. “When we get back to the cabin, go ahead and hit the showers. I’ll cover your share of the chores today.”
Krystal nodded a thanks and concentrated on slowing down her breathing and heart rate.
“Victoria, could you braid my hair today for me?” Erika asked. “It looked really cute the other day and it was much easier to manage.”
“Sure.” Victoria smiled. “As soon as we get the cabin cleaned and I get a shower.”
Erika began the house work by making her bed, organizing her clothes in their drawers and lining up her shoes before she grabbed the broom and started to sweep the little bit dust and dirt that speckled the floor.
Okay Eric, last night was rough. But you decided to be a girl for the summer. An adventure of sorts. You have cabin mates that accept you and even like you. Erika’s mind was going over the different thoughts running through her head. So far, they seem to support you, even after that episode last night. If you’re going to do this….. thing. If you are going to be a girl for the summer, well…… be the best girl that you can. When you’re married and have grandkids you can always laugh about the summer you spent as a girl at Camp Kumoni. Who else will be able to claim to have had such an experience?
Once the cabin looked spic and span, Erika grabbed her towel, slipped on her flip-flops, scooped up her stuff and followed Victoria and Dani down to the showers. She really didn’t need much of a shower after the long time she stood under the hot water last night, but a refresher after the brisk walk around the lake would feel pretty good.
After she washed the morning’s exercise off, Erika dried, and pulled on some white panties. She carefully tucked her genitalia out of sight and slipped into a pleated knee length skirt and a low scoop-necked top. Swimming wasn’t on the agenda today so she didn’t bother taping down the breast forms, but instead fit them into the cups of the bra. Knowing that Victoria was going to braid it, she didn’t wash it, but it still got a little damp due to the spray. She dried it quickly and raked her fingers through it to get out some of the larger snarls.
Erika opened the stall door and walked out only to come face to face with Samantha, who bit her bottom lip and looked like she was about to burst into tears. Samantha looked quickly away as Erika stepped past her and headed up to the cabin.
The morning air felt refreshing after the morning exercise and the hot shower. After neatly storing her belongings, Erika pulled out her comb and combed the rest of the snarls out of her hair.
Victoria came up behind her and took the comb from her and finished it off. “You know, Samantha is really upset about what happened last night.” She said in a low tone.
Erika stayed quiet. She was still very upset with the situation that Samantha helped to orchestrate, putting her into a position where she was kissed by a guy.
“Are you going to stay mad at her the entire summer for something that she didn’t do?” Victoria prodded.
“What do you mean something that she didn’t do?” Erika turned over her shoulder. “I told her that I didn’t want to go on that date with Josh. I did it because I thought she was my friend.”
“What happened on the date that was so upsetting?” Victoria coaxed as she quickly gathered hair and plaited it.
“He kissed me!” Erika exclaimed in a harsh whisper.
“What’s so bad about a cute guy like Josh kissing you?” Victoria asked with indifference.
“Because I’m not attracted to guys!” The last few words brought the rummaging around the cabin to a standstill. All of the girls looked at Erika in shock then looked quickly away. Even Victoria’s deft fingers paused for a moment, before finishing off the braid.
"...I have to figure out a way that I can stay here and not have the girls in the cabin freaking out. Do they suspect that I’m a guy?.... No. At least not yet. They do however, think, or should I say, know that I am attracted to girls… So as far as they are all concerned, I am a lesbian..." By Anistasia Allread |
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Rachel strode across the room and sat down in the place that Victoria had just vacated. “Let me get this straight.” Rachel looked Erika in the eye. “Samantha asked you to go on a date with Josh, knowing, full well, that you don’t like guys?
All Erika could do was nod.
“If you don’t like guys, then why did you?” Dani asked from her bunk.
Erika got up from the bed. “I’ll see you in the mess.” She told no one in particular, as she walked out the cabin door. She looked ahead and saw Krystal coming up the path that she was going to take. Erika dodged around the corner of the cabin and leaned up against the wall under one of the open windows.
Rachel sat still for a moment. It was all starting to fall into place now. Erika was in love with Samantha. Did Samantha know that Erika liked her as more than just a friend? By the way Samantha treated Erika, Rachel would bet that she didn’t. Erika was a lesbian who had the ‘hots’ for her dead friend’s sister? This Summer camp was not going to be as boring as she had thought.
“What did I say wrong?” Dani asked the girls cleaning the cabin.
“Dani, you can be so dense sometimes.” Victoria shook her head.
“What did I say?” Dani persisted.
“I think she needs it spelled out for her in simple terms.” Katie wiped an errant tear from her cheek.
Dani looked around the room at the other girls. Not getting what had just gone down.
Krystal slipped silently into the cabin and quietly organized her stuff. Rachel sat down on the bed next to Dani.
“Erika doesn’t like guys, right?” Rachel looked at Dani.
“That’s what she just said.” Dani affirmed. Krystal looked up from what she was doing and paid attention to the conversation.
“Which means she likes girls.” Rachel went on. “She has spent a lot of time around Samantha the past few days and even agreed to go on a date with a cute guy, because Samantha had asked her.”
Dani nodded that she was following.
“Why would She agree to date a guy if she doesn’t like them…..” Rachel let it hang for a moment. “Because she is in love with Samantha.”
Erika had heard enough, she pushed away from the side of the cabin and headed into the cover of the underbrush.
Dani’s eyes grew large as the understanding sunk in. “Oh.”
“Does Samantha know that Erika likes her?” Krystal asked in her soft soprano.
“Does it matter?” Rachel posed. “She used Erika so that she might gain access to Josh.”
“That’s just mean.” Dani stated the obvious.
The girls in the cabin all looked from one to the other, a quiet understanding being built between them.
Phoenix entered the cabin with damp orange-brown curls hanging around her face, still dripping from the shower.
“The cabin is looking pretty good, Phoenix. Do you mind if I go get some fresh air?”Rachel asked.
Phoenix glanced around the cabin, “No, go ahead.” The counselor nodded.
Rachel started out the door of the cabin and nearly ran into Samantha.
“Oops.” Samantha grinned. “Sorry Rachel.”
“Are you, now?” Rachel’s voice dripped with venom. Her eyes hard as ice.
Samantha flinched almost as if she had been struck. Rachel marched past her and looked around for signs of Erika amongst the trees.
Samantha took a breath and gathered her wits about her and took the steps up into the cabin. The cabin was unusually quiet as she placed her things in the drawer and began to make her bed.
“Why is it so quiet in here?” Samantha whispered to Victoria.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Victoria’s voice was flat and without her normal intonation.
The girls of Columbine quickly finished with their cleaning duties and excused themselves quickly and quietly from the cabin leaving Samantha and Phoenix alone.
The mundane sounds of the camp were muffled by the morning’s damp air and by the vegetation. Erika found a rock set back between two mounds of ferns and took as seat, drawing her legs up to her chest.
God, I’m screwing this up! Erika thought. I lose my mind in a nervous breakdown last night, then while in the showers this morning I decide that I want to give this whole girl thing a chance, only to blurt out that I’m not attracted to guys ten minutes later? How am I going to pull this off?
Erika absently caresses her smooth legs with her fingertips, unaware of how soothing the act was, how wonderful her soft, hairless legs felt. If I’m going to pull this off, I am going to need some help. I am going to need to start acting more feminine... of course last night’s emotional tornado was very feminine. I need to talk to someone, to be able to talk freely with someone. Samantha is of no help! She got me into this mess… No, I got myself into this mess. I could have told her no. I could have backed out at any time. What would have happened if I had backed out?
Erika reached out and pulled a fern stem out of the ground and began to systematically pull each leaf off from the stem I would be over there in the boy’s cabin miserable; I probably wouldn’t have any friends except the computer lab and maybe the groundskeeper. As a girl, I’ve got friends… At least... I think I still have friends. The girls in my cabin seem to like me, even after that whole episode last night. Shoot! Phoenix even gave me a hug after that so-called talk.
Erika tossed the denuded stem to one side and began stroking her soft legs again. She realized what she was doing and stopped momentarily. They feel so silky, so soft… What am I saying?... wait, I’m supposed to have soft, silky legs. I’m a girl for the summer.
Erika reached around, pulled her braid forward and absentmindedly tucked the ends of her hair into her mouth. Damage control. I have to figure out a way that I can stay here and not have the girls in the cabin freaking out. Do they suspect that I’m a guy?.... No. At least not yet. They do however, think, or should I say, know that I am attracted to girls… So as far as they are all concerned, I am a lesbian. Erika giggled aloud at that thought, while lightly caressing her cheek with the end of her braid. She grew silent and sighed heavily. I am a lesbian who happens to be in love with Samantha and the whole cabin knows it... except Samantha. Will they all start freaking out on me now? Will they start looking over their shoulder every few minutes to see if I’m checking them out? Damn! I don’t want to make them feel all uncomfortable around me, now that they know I like girls. That would just put me back in with the outcasts, the ‘plague’ of Camp Kumoni.
She closed her eyes and listened to the wind blowing through the branches in the tops of the trees. A jay could be heard chattering and making racket down towards the lake. The rustling of leaves and pine needles covering the forest floor signaled that the chipmunks had grown more bold with her presence. It all comes back to finding someone to talk to, someone I can trust. Someone to confide in…… but who? Who can I talk to, that won’t flip out when they find out that I’m really a guy? Erika sighed again, flipping her braid back over her shoulder, she opened her eyes and marveled at how colorful the world around her was. She hoisted herself to her feet, brushed off her skirt and started back towards the camp. Her stomach was grumbling and she could smell bacon coming from the mess.
Oh shit! Josh. Erika’s brain screamed. She forced a smile. “Good morning, Josh.”
“I missed you at the campfire last night.” Josh bit his lip. I was hoping that we would be able to continue our time together while enjoying the entertainment.
“I wasn’t feeling too well last night.” Erika didn’t exactly lie. “I spent the evening laying in my bunk.”
“You’re feeling better?” Josh’s face showed some concern.
“Yes, and no.” Erika continued walking towards the mess. “I feel better than I did last night, but I’m still not feeling normal.” That was an understatement! Of course, what exactly is normal now?
Josh’s hand slipped into Erika’s as he walked beside her. Erika’s first instinct was to pull away again, but she remembered that Josh wasn’t privy to all that had transpired since their date last night and that the act of pulling away would be uncalled for. The palm of her hand began to itch again however.
“Drink plenty of fluids today.” Josh lectured. “And drink some hot tea. The heat will help kill germs in your throat and will help clear your sinuses.”
“Uh, okay.” Erika answered.
They paused outside the doors to the mess. “I had a lot of fun with you last night,” Josh smiled down at her. “You seem different from a lot of girls.”
If you only knew. Erika suppressed the giggle. “Josh I had a good time with you last night, but I need to talk with you.”
“Hurry up, Josh!” Kyle darted up and punched him in the arm. “We don’t want to lose any points because you need some alone time. Breakfast is about to start.” Kyle turned to Erika. “Hey Erika. Sorry, but we have some major competition for points this year.”
“I’ll be right there, Kyle.” Josh promised. He looked down at Erika’s pretty blue eyes. He leaned in for a kiss, but Erika pulled away dropping his hand at the same time. Josh pulled back and frowned at her. “You get some tea, for breakfast and we’ll talk later. I believe our two cabins are playing volleyball against each other this afternoon.”
“You are in for some major ass whooping then.” Erika smiled.
Josh opened the door with a big smile and held it open for her to precede him into the mess. “There is no one I’d rather get my ass whooped by.”
The noise of the mess was like a wall of sound as she entered. Columbine’s table was already filled by the girls. Something was wrong though as she approached. Most of the girls were sitting by one another talking, while Samantha sat isolated at the other end of the table, frowning to herself and occasionally looking down the table at the others.
“Here, Erika, we saved you a seat.” Rachel motioned for Erika to sit between her and Katie and across from Krystal, Victoria, and Dani.
Erika almost sighed aloud. The girls weren’t uncomfortable around her, knowing that she was attracted to girls. This was a good sign. Now, she needed to keep up the charade and find someone she could trust to confide in.
Erika joined the girls as the breakfast was being served.
“Protein, Krystal, think lots of protein. Very little carbs.” Rachel advised.
One of the chefs came out of the kitchen carrying a special plate and set it down in front of Krystal. It held two slabs of ham, cooked egg whites a piece of wheat toast, and a small bowl of mixed fruit.
“Wow!” Rachel commented to the chef. “That’s perfect! Thank you so much for doing that for us.”
“Yes, Thank you.” Krystal smiled up at the chef.
“If you have enough drive to stick to it, the kitchen staff will do whatever we can to help you.” The chef smiled at the large, shy, blonde girl.
The rest of the girls began helping themselves to bacon, and scrambled eggs. Katie already was finishing up a bowl of cereal and Rachel had already finished some yogurt and fruit.
“I hear we are playing Josh’s cabin in volleyball this afternoon.” Erika looked at the others. “Are there any ideas on how we can beat them?”
“Fairly? Or using dirty tricks?” Rachel smirks.
“I’d prefer fairly.” Erika smiled. “What did you have in mind?”
“We could have a few of us play while wearing our bathing suits” Rachel smiled deviously. “Any of you play volleyball in school?”
“I was on the Junior varsity team.” Katie piped up.
“Don’t look at me?” Dani grumbled. “I can walk under the net without it touching my head.”
“You’d be great as a setter.” Katie told her bunk mate.
“I played in Jr. High school.” Victoria joined. “I could hold my own, but I wasn’t great.”
“What about you, Erika?” Rachel nudged her.
“I played in P.E.” she admitted. I do alright as a setter.”
“I was on the varsity team in Junior high.” Samantha entered the conversation.
“Okay, so we have a little bit of talent.” Rachel ignored Samantha’s comment. “I don’t think we will need the bathing suits, but our sexy T-shirts will definitely help.” She smiled.
The other girls all giggled with anticipation.
“What do we have on the list to do today, Victoria?” Rachel looked to the studious girl.
“A nature walk this morning.” Victoria referred to the schedule. “Then horseback riding, followed by lunch, and then volleyball. After Volleyball, another game of kickball, this time against cabin Alder.”
“We have to play kick ball against the boys?” Dani groaned. “That’s a loss.”
“Not always, Dani.” Rachel reassured. “We won a good game of kick ball yesterday and we were just starting to figure out who was strong at which positions. We might do well against Alder.”
“What does this nature walk entail?” Krystal asked nervously. “I’m not into doing any hiking yet.”
“You’ll be just fine on this first one.” Rachel reassured with a knowing smile.
“Good morning.” He greeted them with a grand gesture of his arms. “My name is Adam. Are you ready to get in touch with the incredible world around you?”
“Sure.” Phoenix broke the silence with more enthusiasm than any of them felt.
“Great.” Grizzly said. “Today we are going to take a walk around the lake and see what is here.”
“We’ve already been around the lake a few times.” Dani commented.
“That may be, but I doubt that you have actually seen it.” Grizzly smiled. Come with me and I will show you the lake as you have never seen it before.”
Grizzly proved true to his promise. The next two hours were spent walking around the lake with Grizzly stopping from time to time to point out a special kind of flower or a plant that had special healing qualities. He pointed out an eagle’s nest that was promising to hatch some eaglets high up in the broken off top of a tree. Then pointed out what looked to be a mound of dead grass in some reeds, until a duck poked her head up out of it. He spoke of the differences between the pine trees and the fir trees and of what moss was compared to lichen. He spoke of conservation and of how wild fires actually helped forests rejuvenate themselves.
Grizzly was right. Their morning walks around the lake were never going to be the same again.
After the nature walk, the girls all went back to the cabin.
“We have an active afternoon. It’d be best if you all wore clothing that you can play in.” Phoenix advised looking pointedly at Erika’s pleated skirt.
She never had to change clothes this many times as a guy. Shoot, as a guy, Eric would probably still be wearing the shorts he got off the bus in, if they were still clean looking. Erika sighed and pulled a pair of shorts out of her drawer. They were going to be playing kick ball and volleyball. She had better make sure that her breast forms were secure. She pulled the duct tape out as well and quickly hid them under her shorts and made her way to the bathroom.
After locking the door, she lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. Realizing what had just taken place, she paused. She had just sat on a toilet to urinate, pulling up a skirt to do so and she didn’t even have to think twice about it. In fact, she was disappointed at having to change out of the skirt. The skirt had, in the last day or two, become very comfortable to wear. It was definitely cooler, and it was more free flowing, less restricting. Too bad she couldn’t ride horses, or play sports wearing a skirt. Too bad she would have to give up wearing them after summer was over.
Erika quickly changed and as quietly as she could, adhered the breast forms to her chest so that they would stay put better.
Down at the Stables, the stable master had eight horses all saddled up and ready to go. Erika groaned inwardly at having to ride again, remembering the pain she had experienced the other day having ridden tucked.
“Phoenix, I’ll be right back.” Erika excused herself. “I’ve got to use the facilities.”
Once in the bathroom, Erika pulled her shorts down and untucked her male genitalia. It felt strange to have it hanging naturally. Sure, the panties supported it, but she felt a bit exposed. She pulled up her shorts and joined the Columbine girls who were already saddled, including Dani, who was riding back from having to mount using the fence.
“Today, we are just going to work on mechanics of riding.” The stable master explained. We’ll stay here in the arena and ride about, until you are feeling more comfortable in the saddle and with your mount.
The session started out almost as bad as a crash-car derby. Horses barely avoided colliding into one another as the unlearned rider mixed up signals to the horses. By the end of the session however, they were all going in the same direction around and around the arena. Erika was starting to feel like she was at the skating rink, the only thing missing was the music.
Finally they stopped the bouncing in the saddle and dismounted. Groans escaped from more than one set of lips as the girls tried to relax their inner thighs and attempted to walk normally.
Erika again excused herself and went to the bathroom. While in there, she took a damp towel and wiped most of the horse sweat and hair from her legs, then tucked herself again before joining her cabin mates for lunch.
“I’m starving.” Krystal stated.
“I don’t care what anyone says. Horseback riding is hard work.” Dani added.
The Girls were one of the first cabins to enter the mess for once. It was fairly quiet, and subdued. When they sat down, one of the servers brought out a tray that contained bread, lunch meats, and sandwich fix’ns.
Rachel leaned in close to Krystal. “Wrap yours in lettuce.”
Krystal sighed but did as told. “How many can I have?” She asked.
“Three or four.” Rachel. “Just don’t overdo it. We have two games to win after this.”
Samantha wiped the tears on the back of her hand and slowly got up. “Why do you all hate me so much?” she whined.
“They don’t hate you, Samantha.” Rachel sighed. “We are just upset that you used Erika in the way that you did last night. You knew that she’s not attracted to guys and you still pushed her to go on that date with Josh, hoping that he would notice you instead.” By Anistasia Allread |
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“I’m going to go a meeting.” Phoenix explained. “I’ll see you all at the Volleyball court in a little bit.” The redhead ducked back out of the cabin.
“What meeting could she possibly be going to all of the time?” Victoria wondered aloud.
“Who knows.” Rachel dismissed it.
“The Fourth is just around the corner. Does the camp do anything for the fourth, Rachel?” Dani inquired.
“We have a large picnic in the afternoon with hotdogs, burgers, potato salad and ice cream.” After the picnic the lake is open for swimming and canoeing, at least until sunset. Then it’s more eating and usually the groundskeepers set off fireworks over the lake. There are a lot of sparklers passed around. That kind of thing.”
“I know.” Katie jumped up off her bed. “We should decorate the cabin for the fourth.” Katie looked over at Erika, “How’s the list coming along?”
Erika pulled the lap top out of her drawer and opened it up. “We haven’t added anything to it in a while.”
“We could get balloons and streamers and confetti and decorate the room in the morning before cabin inspection.” Victoria smiled. “I think that is a wonderful idea, Katie.”
“Add Fourth of July supplies to the list.” Rachel agreed.
“Did we add air freshener for the bathroom?” Victoria threw it out there.
“Air freshener for the bathroom.” Erika confirmed. “It’s definitely on there.”
“Especially after Samantha uses it.” Dani mumbled. She and Katie started snickering and throwing glances towards the cheerleader.
Samantha looked away and drew her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around them and bit her lip. “I haven’t left the bathroom smelling," she mumbled to herself.
“What else do we need on the list?” Rachel looked around the room. “Did we get a swimsuit for Krystal on there?”
“Yes, I added it yesterday along with sweats and an alarm clock.” Erika nodded.
“An alarm clock with a radio.” Victoria added. “Anything other than that damn watch beeping.”
“Yes.” Erika agreed. “That thing is horrible.”
“We don’t get very good reception up here.” Rachel informed them. “We are too far out in the sticks to get any good stations.”
“I’m with Victoria.” Dani agreed. “Anything is better than your watch beeping.”
“Even Lawrence Welk.” Katie grinned
“Who’s Lawrence Welk?” Rachel paused from getting into her drawer and looked over at Katie.
“You know, Lawrence Welk, the old guy that plays big band music and has dancers on the Public Broadcasting channel.” Katie explained
“Is it like Soul Train, or Bandstand?” Dani looked up at her tall bunk mate. “Like that old?”
Katie rolled her eyes then thought about it for a moment. “I guess it is like a Bandstand, but for even older people.”
“You country folk sure are weird.” Dani shook her head.
Rachel pulled her altered Camp Kumoni T-shirt out and began changing. The other girls all did the same… all but Krystal, who didn’t have one. “We’ll have to get you some of these as well.” Rachel told the quiet bookworm.
“I doubt that they will have any big enough to fit me.” Krystal surmised.
“If they don’t now, they will by the end of camp.” Rachel smiled. “Besides we can alter any that they do have, so that you have something.”
Erika sighed as she put her laptop away. She then pulled her altered T-shirt out.
“What was the sigh for?” Samantha asked.
Erika ignored the blonde cheerleader and pulled on the T-shirt. She quickly adjusted her forms and sat on the bed next to Victoria.
Tears began to well up in Samantha’s eyes. The whole cabin hated her. They were ignoring her and excluding her from the fun. It just wasn’t fair! She was being forced to sit on the outside of the crowd and watch in misery, as everyone else was having a good time.
Samantha lowered her head to her arms, her blonde hair cascading over her knees like veil, and allowed the tears to flow.
"What’s wrong, Erika?” Victoria asked.
“I haven’t had time to work on my comic.” Erika huffed
“We’ve been a bit busy.” The long haired girl agreed. “That’s kinda the point of camp, right?”
“Alright, Ladies, let’s go tease those Oak cabin boys and kick their asses.” Rachel began pumping them up.
The girls jumped off of their beds and filed out of the cabin, talking and laughing.
“Come on, Samantha.” Rachel urged.
Samantha wiped the tears on the back of her hand and slowly got up. “Why do you all hate me so much?” she whined.
“They don’t hate you, Samantha.” Rachel sighed. “We are just upset that you used Erika in the way that you did last night. You knew that she’s not attracted to guys and you still pushed her to go on that date with Josh, hoping that he would notice you instead.” She stepped out of the cabin and looked back at Samantha. “You need to get your priorities straight, Samantha. Come on, let’s go play some volleyball.”
The guys in Josh’s cabin froze in everything they were doing and stared as the Lavender Ladies of Columbine caught their attention. A volleyball, already thrown, hit Kyle in the head as he ogled the sight. Erika glanced around at her cabin sisters with their flirtatious mannerisms and pitied the guys. From their reaction, Oak cabin may as well forfeit the game now.
“I hear you guys are up for a little bit of V-ball.” Rachel did a seductive spin as she neared the net. Her bobbed hair flowed and bounced around as she smiled at the guys.
One by one the girls approached the net, smiled, waved, winked or spun and walked away and took up a position on the court. Even Krystal joined the fun, although she turned several shades of red as she did so.
Katie went over to the ball and positioned herself between the ball and the boys, then bent over at the waist showing off her lengthy legs and firm butt. She lightly picked up the ball, turned her head over her shoulder at the boys and winked, before tossing the ball to Rachel.
Erika could feel more than just Josh’s eyes on her as she prepared to play. The guys checking her out was one feeling she wasn’t so thrilled about. It gave her the sensation of being an object, a feeling of being dirty. It was gross and funny at the same time. Here the kind of guys who picked on her as Eric, were checking her out as Erika, not knowing that she was actually a guy. It was laughable and gave her the creeps at the same time. But then again, it was nice to be noticed as something other than as a spittoon. Better to be treated like a princess than a ‘plague’ to be avoided, tripped or sneered at.
Rachel served up the ball and watched as the guys stood frozen in their places, staring at the various girls of Columbine cabin. The ball came down between two players and bounced twice in the grass.
“Point!” Rachel called out, waking the boys from their dreamy stupor.
Josh grinned and blushed slightly at being caught ogling and not playing.
“What’s wrong there, Kyle, having trouble bending over to pick up the ball?” Dani teased.
Kyle flushed red for an instant, then grabbed the ball and threw it at the small blonde.
Dani caught the ball easily and tossed it back to Rachel for another serve. The serve was set by the guys and returned. Katie missed the block but Dani was right there with her short stature to keep the ball in play.
“Nice save, Dani!” Rachel called. “That’s why we need you.”
Victoria got under the ball and set it up and Katie jumped in the air and spiked it to the guys side of the net. Kyle was right there, but the ball hit his hand at a wrong angle and went flying out of play.
“Point!” Rachel called out again.”
A dark-haired guy threw the ball back to Rachel, shaking his head at the already two-point deficit.
Katie turned towards the guys and pulled the lower part of her top into two pieces which she wound up and tied off, exposing her midriff and lowering the neckline. The move was so effective that even Erika was feeling a pulling in her panties.
Rachel served the ball and caught half of Oak cabin unaware.
“That just isn’t fair.” Kyle called foul.
“What’s not fair?” Victoria stepped forward towards the net.
“She.” Kyle pointed to Katie “is distracting us.”
“What am I doing?” Katie asked innocently.
“You’re distracting us with your T-shirt.” Kyle accused.
“I was hot and tied it so as to cool off.” Katie defended. “You can take off your shirts. We can’t. So deal with it!” She turned away from the net and smiled at the rest of her cabin mates.
“Come on guys. We just need to get our minds off of how great they look and on the game.” Josh advised his cabin mates.
Dani smirked at the comment. It was one of the few times in her life she was grouped in with girls who were considered great to look at.
The boys started to play better after that, but every once in a while. One of the girls in the cabin would draw attention to herself and distract the guys. Erika even found herself flirting with the guys. Most of it was directed at Kyle. She was going to have to have a talk with Josh later and didn’t want to tease or flirt with him and then tell him that she didn’t like him the way he was hoping. That just didn’t seem right.
The girls of Columbine were working as a team now. Dani, Krystal, and the others would try and set the ball up so that Katie, Rachel and Samantha could spike it. Of the three games to be played, the two cabins were tied, at a game apiece. The third game was close, just a few points apart with Oak cabin trailing by three points. Kyle served the ball, and the guys of Oak cabin threw everything they had into it. One guy dove for the ball and came up with a mouth full of grass. Another setting up the ball, ran into the net post as the third guy spiked it. But Rachel leapt into the air and was there to block the shot. Josh went diving and hit the ball up, just before it hit the ground, but it went wild. A blonde kid from Oak, chased after it and hit it back into play. A tall dark-haired guy, hit it towards Erika’s side of the court.
“I’ve got it.” Dani called out.
Erika froze in place and watched as the tiny teen got under the ball and popped it up.
“Set it Erika.” Rachel coached.
Erika got under the ball and got ready. It came down and she flicked it up with her fingers towards the front of the net. Katie, Samantha, and Rachel all jumped up towards the set ball. Katie swung at it faking a spike to one corner. Samantha was in the air to add to the confusion, while Rachel slammed the ball right into the grass at Josh’s feet.
“Point!...... and game.” Dani nearly screamed.
Erika found herself bouncing up and down screaming and giggling like a girl, she paused for a moment. She was bouncing and screaming like a girl. That wasn’t normal…… not for a guy, but she was a girl for the summer. She was in a cabin with some awesome girls. Girls that were smart, beautiful, courageous, athletic and they all pulled together and worked as a team. They cooperated as a unit and beat the Oak cabin boys in a Volley ball tournament. The strangest part of it all was that she wasn’t being left out of the fun. Katie, Victoria and Krystal were among the first cabin mates to bounce with her and give her a hug. She wasn’t being pushed off the court, scorned for not pulling her weight to achieve the win, she wasn’t left out of the celebration.
Rachel grabbed a hold of her and pulled her into a big hug. “That was a great set, Erika! That was incredible!”
“Great game girls!” Phoenix congratulated them. “I hate to break up the party, but we have to be over to the other field in twenty minutes to play Alder.”
“We need to get hydrated too. “ Rachel wiped sweat from the back of her neck.
Josh, followed closely by Kyle came up and put his arm around Erika. “You girls did really good.” He grinned down at her and gave her a squeeze. His sweating body being that close to her was not something she felt comfortable with. He stunk with exertion from the game and it showed under the arms of his T-shirt and on his chest. Erika disengaged as nicely as she could.
“We beat you two games to one.” Dani bantered as she passed by.
“Well you didn’t play fair, half-pint.” Kyle called after her. “Flirting with us the way you did.”
“Don’t call her names.” Katie frowned at the blonde haired guy as she followed Dani into the protective shade of the trees.
“Josh, I need to talk with you.” Erika said facing him.
“Sure.” Josh grinned down at her. “What is it, Erika?”
“It’s about last night.” Erika began.
“I had a great time.” Josh interrupted. “Wasn’t that sunset beautiful?”
“Yes, it was.” Erika agreed, “But, I’m afraid…..”
“Josh, we need to get going.” Kyle interrupted. “We have to play Spruce cabin in Basketball.”
“I’ll be right there.” Josh told his friend. He turned back to Erika and gingerly swiped an errant hair from her face. “As you were saying, beautiful?”
“Come on, Erika, Rachel and Sam!” Dani called from the trees, “We need to get going.”
Rachel, standing a little way away from Erika held her hand up to stall Dani’s further protests. “Go redeem yourself, Samantha.” Rachel whispered.
“Josh, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to go out with you again.” Erika bit her bottom lip. She got ready to flinch or take a punch waiting for the athletic guy to take out his emotions on her.
Samantha sighed and stepped forward in a hurry. “Josh.” She got his attention. “She has a boyfriend back home. “Samantha blurted out. “The only reason she agreed to go out with you last night, is because I asked her too.”
Erika, surprised that a punch from Josh didn’t come, turned in shock towards Samantha.
“She only went on the date with you, because she knew that I liked you and wanted to be on the date with you too. But it didn’t work out that way.”
“Is that true?” Josh looked back at Erika.
Erika couldn’t say anything. She just nodded her head, hoping that Josh wouldn’t slap her, or start calling her names.
“Oh……. Okay.” Josh looked disappointed. “Well your boyfriend is one lucky guy. I’ll see you two around?” he included Samantha.
“It’s not like we aren’t stuck at camp together.” Erika blurted out without thinking.
“True.” Josh smiled. “See you later.” He turned to Samantha and gave her a smile before turning to follow Kyle to their next appointment.
“All right, girls, let’s go kick some kick-ball butt.” Rachel wrapped an arm around each of them.
It was a bit of a shock to see hot pink decorating her fingernails as well as her toe nails. Every time she moved her hand the bright color caught her attention. Part of her wanted to hide her fingers. The hot pink polish would do nothing but attract attention to her, something she still wasn’t used to. By Anistasia Allread |
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“My big brother played goalie in soccer. It was my job to kick balls at him as part of his practice.” The large girl smirked. “as he got better, so did I.”
“I am so tired.” Dani whined as she dragged her feet down the path towards the cabin.
“You should be.” Katie smiled. “I didn’t think you could move that fast.”
“But we still lost.” Dani complained.
“Only by three points.” Phoenix commented from behind. “We lost by three points to a cabin who is obviously a very athletic cabin. We all did awesome.”
The girls entered the cabin one by one and flopped down on their beds.
“A loss still feels like a loss.” Rachel rolled onto her back with her forearm covering her eyes.
“Phoenix, what else do we have going today?” Katie inquired.
“We have two and a half hours before dinner.” Phoenix checked her clock. “The camp wants us to spend this time as cabin bonding time. We are supposed to work on getting to know one another and support one another, so that we can become a closer knit group.”
“We’ve already kind of done that.” Dani pointed out.
“I know, you guys are doing really well. I’m impressed.” Phoenix smiled. “You’ve managed to do in a few days what it usually takes cabins a few weeks to do.”
“Phoenix?” Rachel called from her lazy position. “As a hypothetical, How do you feel about cabin pranks as a team building exercise?”
“That really depends.” Phoenix posed. “Officially I’m supposed to be against them. But personally, as long as no one gets hurt, or anything gets damaged, and more importantly, I don’t ‘know’ about any of it, I’m fine.” Phoenix chuckled. “Besides it wouldn’t be summer camp without inter cabin pranks………. What did you have in mind?”
“If you’re not supposed to know about them, then I can’t really tell you, can I?” Rachel moved her arm and looked across the cabin at Phoenix, mischief lighting up her eyes.
“I was just curious as to how serious you girls were going to take the pranks.” Phoenix stated. “As a hypothetical team building exercise of course.”
“Well, Oak cabin isn’t going to like the fact that we beat them today in volleyball.” Rachel thought aloud. “So there may be a panty raid in the next night or two.”
Several of the girls moaned. “Panty raids are so stupid.” Victoria shook her head. “They are so unimaginative…. ‘hey let’s go embarrass the girls by running into their cabin and grabbing their panties’. It’s just stupid.”
“What if we beat them to it?” Krystal posed.
All eyes went to the quiet blonde. “What do you mean?” Katie asked.
“We could do one of two things.” Krystal spoke quietly, not used to the attention she was getting. “We could either raid their cabin first, or we can make it boring for them by each of us placing a pair of panties out for them, so it isn’t a challenge.”
“Leave them a bunch of granny panties.” Katie snickered.
Dani, and Rachel began snickering, the others joined, and soon they were all giggling and laughing at the thought of taking the fun out of the guy’s panty raid.
“We need to come up with some really good pranks.” Victoria mentioned above the laughter.
“We could T.P. someone’s cabin.” Katie smiled.
“Been done.” Rachel shot it down. “It’s as cliché as pantie raids.”
“We could ‘tornado’ someone’s room.” Dani suggested.
“Flour bombs.” Samantha added.
“We could flour bomb a cabin and leave a ‘lean’ at the same time.” Dani’s eyes sparkled.
“What’s a ‘lean’?” Katie asked.
“It’s when you fill up a bucket of water and lean it up against a door so that when they open the door from the inside, the bucket spills across the floor.” Rachel explained. “If you add a flour bomb to it. The water mixes with the flour and creates a gooey mess.”
“I don’t like that idea.” Phoenix sat up. “It could cause damage.” She stood up and walked to the door. “I’ve got to go to a meeting in a few minutes. If you are going to plan out pranks, I shouldn’t be here.” She looked at each one of the girls. “Remember, no causing damage or harm.” With that, she left the girls alone in the room.
“Instead of filling the bucket with water, why not pig slop, or watered down chicken manure.” Katie suggested. “It would smell pretty bad after a day or so.”
“That is sick.” Victoria wrinkled her nose.
“Only if we need to retaliate a bad prank.” Rachel stated. “Again, that’s ‘damaging’.” She imitated Phoenix’s voice.
“How about…..” Krystal paused. Again, all eyes in the cabin were on her. “It’s not exactly damaging, but what if we gelatin their toilet.”
“Huh?” Victoria, Dani and Katie inquired in unison.
“We mix up a couple of packages of gelatin in hot water and pour it into their toilet.” Krystal blushed. “the cold water will set it.”
“That’s almost as sick as the bucket of chicken crap idea.” Rachel blurted out.
“How would they get it out?” Victoria asked.
“That’s the worst part.” Krystal wrinkled her nose. “They have to spoon most of it out, or it could clog up the pipes.”
The girls in the cabin groaned and made gagging noises, including Erika.
“If we need to get really nasty.” Dani looked at the others. “We could do all of them to one cabin.”
A silence fell over the cabin as the girls thought about the gross and disgusting things brought up.
“I thought we were scheduled to have this time to bond as a cabin.” Victoria thought aloud.
“Yeah. So?” Rachel looked to the Latina.
“So what kind of meeting would Phoenix have to go to?” Victoria posed.
“She didn’t mention anything about a meeting when we got back.” Samantha pointed out.
“She just got up and decided to ‘go to a meeting’.” Victoria continued. “Besides, didn’t she have a meeting before the volleyball game?”
“She said she did.” Rachel agreed.
“Who is she meeting with and why?” Dani stated the obvious.
“Could she be telling Director Hobbs about our planning pranks?” Katie put the idea out there.
“Nah.” Rachel defended. “If she did, she would lose our trust, and that is the last thing she wants.”
“How can you be so sure?” Victoria asked.
“The little talk we had this morning about who is in charge of the cabin.” Rachel confirmed.
“What else did she say?” Dani asked.
“It’s between Phoenix and I.” Rachel stated.
“So what are we going to do until dinner to bond as a cabin?” Victoria put the thought out for the others.
“We can get all girly and paint our nails and play with each other’s hair.” Katie suggested.
“You can go ahead.” Rachel laid back down on her bunk. “I’m not a nail painting kind of girl.”
“I could use some time to work on my comic.” Erika stated.
“Come on Erika, you could use some polish on those toes.” Dani urged.
“I’m not really the nail painting kind of girl either.” Erika replied trying to get out of it.
“That isn’t fair.” Dani pouted. “If I had to dress like a slut and go to dinner, then it’s only fair that you get your nails painted.”
“She has a point.” Samantha looked to Erika.
“It would only be fair.” Victoria agreed, smiling at the dark haired girl.
Erika looked up from her computer and saw six sets of eyes watching her with anticipation. The only one not staring at her, wanting her to join them was Rachel, who had her headphones on and eyes closed, listening to some music.
“Come on, Erika.” Dani coaxed. “be re-born.” She threw the saying back at Erika.
“All right, All right.” Erika stuffed the laptop away and joined the girls on the floor.
They had already gone through their things and pulled out their nail polishes and had them pooled in a pile before them. Several shades of pink, from a soft pink of Krystal’s to a hot pink of Samantha’s. Bright red, dusty rose, plum, black, green, mauve, gold, polish with flecks of glitter, polish that glowed in the dark. Erika had only seen that much nail polish in a nail salon.
“I’ve brought some face scrub too.” Victoria reached over and tossed a tube into the pile of growing beauty aids.
“I brought my mani-pedi kit.” Samantha pulled a bag out of her drawer.
“Hand cream.” Krystal volunteered.
Erika was introduced and initiated into the ‘girls club’. That is, she was welcomed to join a group of girls as they did girl things. The only things missing were their pajamas, and a pillow fight. The girls took turns applying the face mask to one another, then rubbed the hand cream into their hands, and feet.
“Pick your polish.” Victoria urged the girls, all sitting around with goo on their faces.
Erika was suddenly tossed into a dilemma. Eric had never polished his nails before….. well not since he had gotten into his mother’s nail polish when he was four years old. That had created a huge mess and gotten his bottom swatted.
Erika looked at the different possibilities. What color should she choose? What color would she wear normally? Normally? What was she thinking? She grabbed the black nail polish. It seemed to be a pretty safe bet…… not too feminine.
“You’re not a goth.” Samantha whispered to her friend. “Try something brighter.”
Erika put the black polish back in and looked over the lot of colored bottles. Samantha wanted her to try something brighter….. Erika picked up the brightest bottle there, the hot pink.
“Is this better?” Erika whispered to Samantha.
“Much better.”
“Okay, if you were stranded on a deserted island, what three things would you want with you?” Dani posed to the others.
One by one they went around their circle, each giving their three suggestions. Two of the main items that they all agreed upon was an axe, and a Swiss army knife. The third item, could not be agreed upon. Some said a guy for company, but they couldn’t agree whether he should be cute, smart, or strong. Others said certain books. Krystal had brought the subject of books first. But then again, they couldn’t decide if it would be better to have a survival book, or a book for entertainment, or faith. Matches seemed important, but with the right tools, one could build or make a fire. Erika’s mind kept saying that a long length of rope or a large ball of twine would be a must.
Erika washed the facial mask off her face and looked in the mirror. Her face did seem to look healthier. Almost as if there was a glow to it, but that could have been from the residue the mask and water created. She felt her face and was astonished at how smooth it felt. Her cheek felt silky soft. Practically satin smooth.
Erika returned in time to have the other girls of the cabin corner her and began giving her a manicure and pedicure. All she could do was sit on the bunk and allow them to file, and paint her nails. Krystal took one hand, while Samantha took the other. Katie and Dani each took a foot while Victoria unbraided Erika’s hair, brushed through it, then after parting it down the middle, braided each side.
It was a bit of a shock to see hot pink decorating her fingernails as well as her toe nails. Every time she moved her hand the bright color caught her attention. Part of her wanted to hide her fingers. The hot pink polish would do nothing but attract attention to her, something she still wasn’t used to. Attention in the past meant beatings, embarrassment, or humiliation. Another part of her however, liked the intense color and enjoyed seeing it flutter before her as she moved her fingers.
Dinner time was drawing near and they all needed to change out of their sweaty, dusty clothes and pull on something that was somewhat clean and presentable. It was a good thing that they were going to town soon to do laundry. Erika wondered how they were going to last two weeks before doing laundry again.
“She really needs to get rid of those split ends and I thought she should be brought up to date. Her hair, it just doesn’t do a whole lot for her.” Samantha explained.
Sasha combed through Erika’s hair as Samantha spoke and looked from time to time in the mirror at Erika as he moved her hair around. “Are we going for a big change or a little one?” Erika’s heart skipped a beat. Big change? She didn’t know if she was ready for a big change. Hadn’t she changed enough for one week? By Anistasia Allread |
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Erika looked from face to smiling face of her new friends and wondered how in one short week, she could arrive a scared, timid, mouse of a person, and then be on the bus today, laughing and giggling, telling jokes, and having a good time. These friends didn’t want to trip her on the trails, or push her head underwater in the lake. Nor did they want to throw food at her in the mess hall. These friends didn’t seem to want anything other than friendship with her. That is something that she was still having a hard time dealing with. She admitted to herself that it was all rather different and strange, but it was something she was starting to understand. Even more, it just felt right.
A small part of her was still terrified at being found out. What would these new friends do if they found out her dreaded secret that she had arrived to the camp with? She suppressed a shiver and bit her lip while she tried to keep the tears from flowing.
“Are you okay?” Samantha leaned in.
“Yeah… I think so.” Erika wiped one eye and smiled back at the blonde beauty. “I am just happy.”
Samantha grinned and rested a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m just not used to having friends. It’s been… a long time.” Her bottom lip trembled.
“Whoa! Erika, are you all right?” Katie sat forward in the seat across the aisle.
“She’s fine.” Samantha cut in. “She’s just a bit emotional today.” Samantha smiled at Katie, then to Erika and back at Katie.
Katie crossed the aisle and wrapped her long skinny arms around Erika, enveloping her in a giant hug. “You looked like you could use a hug.” She whispered into Erika’s ear.
Erika wrapped her arms around the tall girl and hugged back. “Thank you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“We all get like that every once in a while. Don’t worry about it.” Katie gave a final squeeze and released her.
“Okay,” Rachel and Victoria joined the group. “Victoria and I worked it out. We get four hours to do our laundry and there are seven of us. Eight if we count Phoenix.” Rachel took them all in with her eyes. “If we all share the responsibility for each other’s clothes, and do laundry in shifts, we can each get about three hours to shop or play.”
“When we get to the Laundromat,” Victoria explained. “We will all sort our laundry into the like piles, then get them going. One person will stay there for half an hour while the rest of us take off, then every half hour after, one of will replace the one before us. If we do it this way, we won’t all be stuck at the Laundromat all day.”
“Sounds good to me.” Dani agreed.
“You can count me in on that.” Phoenix came up from behind Rachel.
“Cool.” Victoria smiled. “I just made a quick schedule as to who gets what shift. If you want to trade, go ahead. Just make sure that all of you show up when you are supposed to.” She handed out pieces of paper with numbers on them. “I didn’t know what time we would be getting there, so I assigned numbers instead.”
Erika took one of the slips and looked at it. Number one. “I get first shift it seems.” Erika nodded.
“I gave you first shift so that you could find time to find that stuff you needed to find.” Victoria spoke low so that Phoenix didn’t overhear. “As in power… for your laptop! We all want to jump on during our shifts. That is why I gave Phoenix the last shift. I will be right before her, so that I can hide it before she relieves me.”
“You’re almost as devious as me.” Erika grinned.
“What did you have planned?” Dani asked Erika.
“I hadn’t really thought about it too much.” Erika admitted. “Get the things on our list of course, but after that, I was just going to take it easy.”
“Why don’t you join Katie and I at the nail salon…… We thought we would get a set of nails.”
“I don’t know, maybe.” Erika nodded but was non-committal.
“What about you Samantha?” Katie asked.
“I was going to get my bangs trimmed while we were in town, they’re getting a bit long, but then, I might stop by.” Samantha looked at her light pink nails. “I’m due for a fill.”
“Rachel and I are taking money from everyone to get the decorations for the cabin.” Victoria re-joined the group.
“How much?” Krystal asked.
“I don’t know, three to five dollars each.” Victoria shrugged. “Balloons, streamers, flags, and stuff.
Each of the girls handed over a bit of cash, which Victoria pocketed. “Thank you.”
The town was a town you’d find from the turn of last century. Stoplights on the street corner, sidewalks lining old store fronts with apartments and offices on the second and third floors. Cars lined the sides of the streets, where there were old parking meters. Brick and stone facades, and large picture windows welcomed them with a well-worn look of friendliness.
“Can you say Norman Rockwell?” Victoria giggled.
“Who?” Dani asked.
“Norman Rockwell, the illustrator.” Victoria looked quickly over a Dani. “Do you mean to tell me that you’ve never heard of Norman Rockwell?”
“Sorry.” Dani shrugged.
“She would know who he is, if she saw one of his paintings.” Samantha piped up.
The bus drove to the end of the three blocks that consisted of town and pulled into a gravel parking lot. The brick wall facing the lot had a chipped and faded advertisement mural for Coke-cola that looked to have been painted fifty or more years ago. The lot was mostly empty, but a few large trucks were parked here and there, most haphazardly. More than two of the trucks had some kind of dog in its bed.
“Okay, ladies,” a counselor stood up in front of the bus. “You have four hours to do laundry. No more than that. If your clothes are still wet when it’s time to leave, you take them back to camp wet where you can lay them out to dry in the sun.”
The bus doors opened and the counselor followed by the girls all carrying various bags of dirty laundry exited the bus and headed two doors down the street to the Laundromat.
The girls of Cabin Columbine staked out four washers and began separating their laundry into them. Darks and jeans into one, whites into another, etc… Victoria pulled a small zip-lock bag of laundry soap out of her bag and measured some into each.
She stopped and looked at the other girls of the cabin grinning at her. “What? I don’t trust the soap that they sell out of those dispensers.”
Phoenix followed her, putting coins into the machines and turning them on. It only took a few minutes and the wash was going.
“Do you think someone will prank the cabin while we’re here?” Krystal asked.
“There is a good chance. Oak Cabin hasn’t done a panty raid on us yet…… but I think they may try something while we are gone.” Rachel admitted. “That is, after all, why we laid out our panties for them.” She joined Dani in a good chuckle.
“What if they decide to do something else?” Krystal looked worried.
“Then we will retaliate.” Rachel smiled at the quiet girl. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
“I just worry about my books getting damaged or stolen.” Krystal mumbled.
“Most people won’t bother with a suitcase full of books.” Katie tried to help reassure Krystal. “Why didn’t you bring your kindle? It would be much easier than carrying all of those books.”
“No electronics.” Krystal shrugged. “I actually prefer paper over a screen. I know its strange, but I love the smell of the paper.”
Rachel wrinkled her nose.
“Krystal has the next shift so she should be relieving you in half an hour.” Victoria informed Erika. “I know it’s kind of boring, sitting here watching the machines, but we don’t want any of the other cabins to mess with them. I have heard of many pranks happening in the Laundromat.”
“I’m just going down to the five and dime to get a few things.” Krystal assured Erika. “I won’t be long.”
“I’ll get my bangs cut while Krystal is serving her time. Want to join me?” Samantha asked.
“Sure, I guess.” Erika smiled. “See you in a little bit. She waved as the other girls left. Erika waited a few minutes longer for another counselor to leave the Laundromat before pulling her lap top out of hiding. She went to the back corner of the place and plugged the power cord into a wall socket.
“…. got a lap top.” A girl’s voice reached Erika
“Must have smuggled it in. lucky.” Her friend answered.
Erika booted up and was rewarded with a signal for the web. She brought up her email and checked it. There were only a couple messages in her inbox and all but two were advertisements. One was from an online gaming group that Eric was a member of. They were missing his presence in the game and were wondering when he would be back. The other was from a fan of his comic, concerned that he hadn’t updated his strip in just over a week.
It wasn’t long before Krystal came back. Erika was just about to leave when the washers wound down to a stop from there last spin cycle.
“Let me help you with this.” Erika insisted.
The two girls quickly transferred the wet clothing from the washers to the dryers. Krystal pulled a few items of clothing out of the pile and hung them over an empty chair. “We don’t want those to shrink.” She explained to Erika. “Go on and get out of here. I think Samantha is waiting for you.”
“Go ahead and use the lap top, Krystal. But don’t let anyone who isn’t from our cabin use it please.” Erika exited the building to meet the blonde cheerleader, waiting in front of the window of the shoe store next door
“I love that pair.” She sighed wistfully as Erika joined her. She turned from the window and taking Erika’s hand, started leading her down the side walk. “I’ve already stopped by the salon and made appointments for us.”
“Us?” Erika looked to the girl of her dreams with shock.
“I’m getting my bangs trimmed up a touch and you need to get rid of those split ends.”
“I have split ends?” Erika pulled a strand of dark hair around so that she could view the end.
“Yes. And you need to be updated. Having long hair is one thing, but having a good cut is a totally incredible and refreshing experience.” Samantha explained.
“But… I don’t have that kind of money.” Erika protested.
“It’s my treat, Erika.” Samantha smiled to her new friend. “Besides I still owe you for the whole date thing. Besides, I hear that this guy is great!”
“How great can he be if he is up in this hole of a town?” Erika wondered aloud.
Samantha dragged her a few more stores down until they stood in front of Salon Sasha. Expecting a salon all in pink with blue haired old ladies sitting under dryers and gossiping about the town slut, Erika was quite surprised to find a modern salon decorated with muted warm colors.
The receptionist desk was a convex counter that faced the front door, behind the desk, the salon area itself was a circular area that along with the receptionist desk, created a circle. Ornate, gold-framed, full-length mirrors hung in front of each brown leather salon chair. A small wood chest of drawers stood beside each mirror as a tool station.
“Hello.” A receptionist with spiky platinum blonde hair with a chunk of purple greeted them. Erika liked her immediately. Her hair made her look like she stepped out of an anime. “You must be Erika.”
“Ah…. Yes.” Erika greeted.
“Samantha said that she was going to bring you in.” The pretty girl smiled. “Sasha will be out in just a moment. He needs to help his client to her car.
As if on cue. An older lady with a short spiky gray hair and pink tips, slowly came around the corner, cane in hand and a smile on her lips as a very flamboyant effeminate man came up behind her. His dark hair looked messy but in an on-purpose way and he wore a very nice buttoned shirt.
“The ladies at the home just love what you do with my hair, Sasha.” The elder lady smiled at the stylist.
“It always helps to have a beautiful woman with a great head of hair to work with.” Sasha smiled at the woman.
“Sasha,” the receptionist interrupted. “This is Samantha for a fringe trim and Erika for a cut.”
“Ladies.” Sasha looked at the two girls. “Go ahead and have a seat in the salon. I’ll be with you in just a few moments, I’ve got to help Grace to her truck.” Sasha looked at the receptionist. “Could you be a dear and cape them for me?” Sasha assisted Grace out the door.
“Go have a seat, I’ll be right there.” The receptionist gestured into the salon.
Samantha and Erika walked into the circular part of the salon and took a seat in chairs next to one another. Separating the stations from one another were green potted plants. In fact, Erika didn’t realize, until just now, how many potted plants filled the salon. Other than the warm colors, natural woods, the dark green of plants filled the salon.
“Can I get you some coffee? Mocha?” The receptionist asked as she draped Samantha with a cape.
“No thanks.” I’m just getting my fringe trimmed.” Samantha smiled at the young receptionist.
“Becky.” The stylist called from the door. “I need to ask you to run an errand for me.”
The receptionist snapped the cape around Samantha’s neck and walked to the meet up with Sasha. The stylist gave her some instructions in a low tone and handed her what looked to be a credit card.
Sasha stood behind Sam and looked at her in the mirror. “Hello, Samantha, I’m Sasha. We’re just trimming your fringe today?”
“Yes please.” Samantha smiled back. She pulled a piece of fringe down and showed the stylist. “It’s been a couple of months and they’re getting a bit long…. Just a trim though.”
Sasha smiled as he took his comb and shears and went to work. Erika watched as he combed out her hair and sliced back and forth with his scissors. A few moments later, and Samantha was grinning in the mirror.
“Thanks Sasha.” She looked at him through the mirror. “It’s perfect. Not too short.”
“No problem my dear.” Sasha whipped the cape off of her and let her up. He dropped the cape in the seat after she vacated it and went over and stood behind Erika.
“And what are we going to do for you, hon?” Sasha smiled at Erika through the mirror.
“I’m not really sure.” Erika admitted.
“Not sure?”
“This was her idea.” Erika looked over to the golden girl that Eric was in love with.
Sasha looked over to Samantha.
“She really needs to get rid of those split ends and I thought she should be brought up to date. Her hair, it just doesn’t do a whole lot for her.” Samantha explained.
Sasha combed through Erika’s hair as Samantha spoke and looked from time to time in the mirror at Erika as he moved her hair around. “Are we going for a big change or a little one?”
Erika’s heart skipped a beat. Big change? She didn’t know if she was ready for a big change. Hadn’t she changed enough for one week?
“What did you have in mind, Sasha?” Samantha inquired.
“Well…….” Sasha played with Erika’s hair. He looked directly into Erika’s eyes. Erika felt self-conscious from his probing look. “You have a beautiful face, Erika.” He spoke directly to her through the mirror. “You could continue wearing it long, and I’d just update it. You could also wear it in a flirty bob, similar to say….. Jennie McCarthy, or shorter and funkier like Victoria Beckham’s look.” He paused and pulled Erika’s hair away from her face. “Or you could be daring and pull a short messy crop similar to that of Kiera Knightly in Domino.”
The color drained from Erika’s face. It had taken Eric years to grow his hair to the shoulder length that it was now, and this ‘light in the loafers’ stylist suggested chopping it all off? The bob seemed too girlish, it would be perfect for the summer, but going home with that cut would be difficult at best. The short, short hair? Well that would be easier to pull off when going home, but wouldn’t it make her look to much like a guy during the summer? A lot of Hollywood stars chopped their locks for different roles. And Kiera Knightly did look hot in the short crop that she sported for that film role. Long hair with layers would be just the same as she had. It would look great for the summer, but how would Eric explain the girl cut on his long hair to his parents?
Erika looked to Samantha for some help.
“They all sound really cute.” Samantha agreed. “Sasha, why don’t we let you decide. Besides, I’ve got to go back to relieve Krystal in a few minutes. I’ll be back before Sasha gets finished with you, or soon after.” Samantha rested a hand on Erika’s shoulder and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Thanks for doing this Sasha.”
“Is that okay with you, Erika?” Sasha again captured her gaze.
All Erika could do was nod. She swallowed a hard lump and nodded with a slight smile.
A few moments later, Erika was standing before the two of them with breasts. Breasts that looked real unless they were examined closely. She cupped her new appendages with her hands and lifted slightly, before releasing them to allow their full weight to pull at her chest again.
"Now, don’t go playing with those." Samantha warned. "Girls don’t go around playing with their own breasts." By Anistasia Allread |
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"Does your friend know your birth gender?" Sasha asked, casually?
"What?" Erika looked confused at first then paled.
"Your blonde friend, Samantha. Does she know you were born a different gender?" Sasha restated the question. The hairstylist sat down next to Erika and rested a hand on her knee. "Sweetheart, you may be fooling people in this town, but you aren’t fooling me."
The color drained from Erika’s face. "I… I…. I think maybe I should leave." Erika blurted out.
"Calm down hon." Sasha smiled. "I won’t let your secret out. You just look lost and I thought I might be able to help." Sasha looked at Erika, until she met his eyes, then he smiled warmly. "I’m sorry, hon, but I can tell that you haven’t been doing this long, and it must be very scary and difficult."
Tears started welling in Erika’s eyes. It had been difficult and very scary. It had been scary not knowing if that every time that she changed clothes, or went to the bathroom that she would be found out. Terrified, that very time she took a shower, one of the other girls would walk in on her. Petrified that her male genitalia might slip out of her bathing suit in front of the entire camp.
"Does your friend know?" He asked again.
"Yes… she helped me." Erika began crying. She had been trying so hard for the last week, and one visit to a hairstylist and she is found out. "How could you tell?"
"Oh sweetie." Sasha gave her knee a squeeze. "You don’t have the mannerisms down yet. You still walk a bit like a boy and you sit like a guy. And dear, I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, but your breast forms aren’t fitting you correctly."
"I’ve been trying." Erika protested looking like a deer in headlights.
"What are you using to keep the forms on?" Sasha inquired.
"Duct tape when I swim." Erika admitted. "I didn’t have anything else."
"Oh sweetheart, that is horrible." Sasha was a bit startled. "You aren’t using duct tape to tape your genitals, are you?"
"Yes." Erika admitted. The damn holding back tears broke.
Sasha cringed upon hearing that. "Ouch, that must hurt." He mumbled. "There, there, Erika. Believe it or not I can help." He gave her a reassuring look.
"How can you help?" Erika wiped tears from her eyes. "What could you possibly do to help me? I’ve gotten myself into this mess, and I’m not sure how to get out… I’m not even sure if I want to get out."
"Well, first I can get you a tissue to dry those tears." Sasha went over to a shelf and grabbed a box of tissues. "Your friend will be back before too long and It wouldn’t look good if you had raccoon eyes." He smiled. "Second, I can give you a beautiful haircut. You do, have a beautiful face, one that can wear almost any kind of hairstyle, so it will be my job to find what fits you and make you even more beautiful."
Erika blew her nose in the tissue and used another to wipe her eyes.
"The next question is, do you want out?" Sasha probed.
"I… I don’t know." Erika admitted.
"Well, my dear girl. That is something that you need to figure out… and soon." Sasha kept his voice soft. "Because the longer you are in, the harder it is to get out… Now, Erika, sweetheart. This is not something you have to decide today. It’s something that you need to really, really think about."
Erika nodded. What did she want? Did she want to go back to being Eric? Did she want to go back to being the outcast? The ‘plague’. Or did she want to continue this charade and have friends… to be liked…accepted.
"First you must learn to blot your eyes, or draw the tears away so that you don’t drag your mascara and eyeliner all over your face." Sasha’s smile was warm and comforting. He took a tissue and blotted at Erika’s eyes. "Now, lay back and let me wash your hair." He directed.
Erika had never had her washed like this before. She lay there with her eyes closed as Sasha’s firm fingers scrubbed her scalp. After a rigorous scrub, and a rinse, Sasha applied a conditioner that he drew through the ends of her hair. He then began a slow, lingering scalp massage, hitting certain pressure points that relaxed her even more so. Her mind was about to drift off into nothingness when Sasha’s fingertips left her head and began rinsing again. A deep sigh escaped from her lips.
"I hope that helped." Sasha spoke softly. He towel dried her hair and assisted her into a sitting position. "Come on hon, let’s take you from simply beautiful to gorgeous." Sasha led Erika back into the circular cutting area.
"I take it you haven’t been a girl for long?" Sasha asked combing through Erika’s hair.
"No. I just started." Erika was a bit embarrassed talking about the subject.
"How do you like it so far?" Sasha parted off her hair and clipped some of it up.
Erika was silent for a few moments. How did she like it? It was a bit more work in some ways, shaving not only her face, but her legs, chest, and arm pits. Fixing her hair was more work, putting on make-up and doing the ‘girly’ things, but it was also kind of fun. Putting on the polish the other day started out as a nightmare, one that Eric would not and did not like, but after a few minutes of bonding with the girls and getting used to having a bright color on her nails, she decided it wasn’t so bad.
Sasha looked at her in the mirror waiting for an answer.
"It’s different than I thought it would be, but I am liking it." She confessed. “It sure beat being picked on.”
"Picked on?" Sasha inquired.
"At my school, I was known as ‘The Plague’." Erika confessed. "Anything I touched or did, turned out wrong."
Sasha cringed with a nod. "Everyone goes through an awkward stage." he combed her hair down and took his shears to it. "I was a klutz myself."
"It was more than just being a klutz." Erika closed her eyes; the back flashes always brought out painful memories. "I didn’t fit in anywhere. No one would even sit at the same table as me at lunch. At least until Summer came in and sat across from me."
"Who’s Summer?" Sasha asked, half-paying attention.
"She was Samantha’s sister." Erika could feel a lump forming in her throat. She really didn’t like talking about Summer much. "She committed suicide a year and a half ago."
"I thought I saw some sadness in Samantha’s eyes." Sasha nodded. "Although they tend to sparkle a bit more when she looks at you." He paused. "I’m only taking half an inch off your length." Sasha informed his dark-haired client. "Even though you can wear shorter hair, I want to keep it long for now."
Erika smiled at him, using the mirror. Sasha pulled down another section of hair, combed it down and quickly ran his shears through it.
"One of the reasons, Samantha came to camp with me, was to find out why her sister killed herself." Erika continued.
"She doesn’t know?" Sasha inquired.
"I don’t think anyone does, but me." Erika divulged. "They made up some excuse as to why she did it… Most everyone bought it."
"But you didn’t?"
"She was my best friend… My only friend." Erika dabbed at her eyes with the tissue. "Something happened and she couldn’t handle it. The pain was too great, so she stopped it the only way she knew how."
Sasha paused and looked in the mirror at her with intensity. "I’m sorry that she was in so much pain. I know what it is like to lose someone like that." He pulled down another section of hair. "Now, I can always take more off, I just can’t put it back."
Erika was starting to feel uncomfortable. This was something that she had to sit down with Samantha and talk about. She needed to change the subject before she lost all of her composure. "How do you know so much about this stuff?" Erika asked.
"I’ve been doing hair for many years." Sasha grinned.
"No," Erika protested she darted a look around to see if anyone was nearby. "I mean about breast forms and stuff."
"I used to be a Las Vegas performer." Sasha began. "I was one of many who would dress in drag to entertain. Many of the performers I worked with were transgender."
"Transgender?" Erika interrupted.
"People such as yourself, who are born with the wrong physical bodies." Sasha explained. "Some of the people I performed with used special appliances that helped in the illusion of being a woman, such as breast forms, gaffes, make-up, wigs, and the like. Others take female hormones and had surgery to re-form their bodies to look the same as how they felt on the inside."
"Surgeries?" Erika looked shocked.
"Breast implants, liposuction, some even had their genitalia reconstructed." Sasha parted off sections of hair, combed them up into the air and snipped. "How do your parents feel about your transformation?" He asked.
"My parents don’t know." Erika mumbled.
Sasha froze in mid-snip. "They don’t?"
"I began dressing like this when I came to camp." Erika confessed. "The only person who knows about this, is Samantha, and now you."
"The camp doesn’t know?" Sasha inquired. "Are you in a girl’s cabin?"
Erika nodded. Her heart in her throat. She had said too much.
"The girls in the cabin don’t know?" Sasha was bewildered.
"No, I don’t think so. I have already had a couple of close calls and I almost told them once, but the timing just seemed wrong." Erika admitted.
"The timing is never right, to say, ‘Hey, I’m not really a girl.’" Sasha chuckled. "You should have seen my parents faces when I told them I was gay." Sasha combed through her hair, looking it over with a critical eye. "I’m going to give you a long fringe." Sasha sectioned off a bit of hair and combed it down in front of her eyes and snipped it off at the tip of her nose. "After I dry your hair, I’ll go ahead and finish cutting them. That way they won’t shrink up into Betty Paige bangs.
Sasha took out a large round brush and blow drier and began blow drying Erika’s still long, dark hair. Once the hair was about half way dry, Sasha started using the round brush with the drier to add volume and direct the hair the way he was envisioning.
There are guys out there that choose to be girls. Erika thought as Sasha’s brush strokes fell into an easy hypnotic rhythm. Are they gay too, or do they just feel more like a girl than a guy? They must like being girls if they take hormones and have their genitalia operated on. Eric cringed inwardly at the thought of someone voluntarily having their penis and balls cut off. This is just for the summer. I’m not going to have anything cut off. How do they hide their dicks if they are wanting to be women? I’m sure that they don’t use duct tape. It hurts too much to remove. I guess it might help if I shaved better down there, but the tape still tears at the skin. I’m already red and sore down there.
Sasha switched off the blow drier and looked to the front of the salon. "We aren’t ready for you yet, sweetie."
Erika caught a glimpse of Samantha in the mirror. She had been on her way back to join them but stopped.
"If we are going to do this right, we have to have a reveal." Sasha explained. Sasha looked from Samantha to Erika. "Would you like me to help fit you with better forms and maybe a gaffe?"
"Uh… Sure, I guess." Erika answered. Better fitting forms? A gaffe? What was a gaffe?
"Have a seat for a few minutes out there." Sasha invited Samantha. He went back to finishing blowing out Erika’s hair. He then turned her away from the mirror and looked at her.
Erika looked through the curtain of her long bangs at the flamboyant stylist. His eyes studied her face and eyes for a long moment.
"Okay hon. This fringe is going to take some time to get used to. It’s supposed to be long enough for you to see through it. Like a veil, but not tickling your nose. It’s supposed to draw attention to those beautiful blue eyes of yours."
"Okay." Erika smiled. "I’ve had to look through thicker ones."
"Close your eyes." Sasha brought his shears in close to her face. "I don’t want you flinching and ruining my work of art."
Erika felt the tickle as hairs being cut fell down her face, brushing her lips and cheeks as they fell to the cape.
"Keep them closed just a little bit longer, hon. I’m almost done." He explained as he worked, in real close to her face. "Okay, I’m going to wipe some of the loose hairs off. Erika flinched slightly as a towel brushed against her face removing the severed hair. "Keep them closed for a moment longer. I want to blend the fringe into some facial framing."
Erika felt Sasha comb some hair down and forward and listened to the sound of the shears as they chipped into her hair. She then listened as Sasha stepped back.
"Okay, love you can open your eyes." Sasha instructed.
Erika opened her eyes and felt hair tickling her eyelashes. Sasha stepped away from the mirror and allowed Erika to view herself for the first time since he had begun blow-drying.
"Oh my God." Erika gasped. She could barely recognize herself in the mirror. Eric was no longer visible anywhere in the mirror. The haircut totally feminized her features, erasing every last hint of her male gender. Sasha was right. The veil of fringe drew attention to her eyes. But she would have to make a conscious effort not to brush them to the side. It was going to take while to get used to. A smile slowly crept across her face. "Sasha, this looks incredible."
"Can I see yet?" Samantha begged, bouncing in her chair. "I wanna see."
Erika turned her head from side to side and watched as her hair flowed, bounced and moved. The facial framing that Sasha added at the end, did just what he said it would, it framed her face. "Sasha, you are amazing." It came out just above a whisper.
"I’ve gotta see." Samantha jumped out of the waiting room chair and strolled across the salon to stand behind Erika, and looked at her in the mirror. "Wow! I told you he’d do a good job." She smirked. "Erika, you look amazing. The ‘plague’ has been eradicated. You are absolutely beautiful."
Erika didn’t know how to take the compliment. She was beautiful she had never wanted to be beautiful before, but now, she glowed at mention of the word and it’s pertaining to her. Eric was a ‘plague’, but Erika was beautiful.
"You were beautiful before you sat in my chair." Sasha placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "It is my job to show the rest of the world."
The two girls looked at one another and smiled. Erika was blushing quite red at this point.
"My receptionist won’t be back for another forty-five minutes, so, if you want to follow me." Sasha unsnapped the cape from Erika’s neck and flung it to the next chair over. He looked directly at Erika. "I think I can set you up with some better breast forms and some advice."
Samantha looked anxiously at Erika. "He knows?" she mouthed.
"He saw right through it." Erika explained. "He knows and said that he could help."
"How?" Samantha looked at Erika. She couldn’t get over how incredible her friend looked with her new haircut.
"She needs better fitting breast forms, to begin with." Sasha entered the conversation. If you will give me a moment, I’ll run upstairs to my apartment and grab some stuff. We’ll do the fitting down here, in the back." With that Sasha turned and disappeared in the back of the salon.
"Don’t you have to go shopping with Krystal?" Erika inquired, as she kept looking at her new hairstyle in the mirror.
"Yeah, but I can’t leave you alone." Samantha stated. She sat in a salon chair next to Erika. "I told her to start looking, and that I’d be over as soon as I picked you up."
"This might take a little while." Erika pointed out.
"I know, I know. But I can’t leave you alone with a guy we’ve just met."
"I’ve been left alone with people, all of my life, Samantha." Erika protested.
"I know you, have, but you weren’t a girl then." Samantha pointed out. "As a girl, everything changes. Girls have to rely on each other for safety. Girls have to use the buddy system, so that they aren’t taken advantage of."
"But I’m a guy under all of this." Erika waved her hand down her body. A body that she was still becoming used to.
"Yes, as hard as it is to believe, you are a guy under all of that, and Sasha is a gay man. Who knows what could happen." Samantha looked pointedly at Erika. "It shouldn’t be hard to find a suit for Krystal, so she can just wait for a little bit, while I do my girlfriend duty and protect my girlfriend."
Erika was speechless. She didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, she was appalled that she needed a ‘babysitter’ while a stylist worked on helping her fit in. On the other hand, she was thrilled and elated that Samantha, a girl she had always dreamed about getting attention from, was acting so concerned, so protective over her.
"Ladies, could you join me back here." Sasha called from the shampoo area.
Erika and Samantha wandered around the curved wall and found Sasha with a box of a variety of items.
"Okay, I know this is going to sound a little strange, but Erika, I need you to take off your top and bra. Let’s see what I have here, that can help you. Sam, why don’t you have a seat right there." Sasha pointed to a seat next to the two of them.
Erika pulled her top over her head and began unhooking her bra.
"How large do you want to be?" Sasha asked. "You’re currently about a ‘b’ cup, so I wouldn’t go much larger than a ‘c’. It might look weird if you showed up at camp today with ‘DD’s." he grinned.
Erika slipped out of the bra and pulled the taped-on forms from her chest, and set them down in a nearby chair. Self-conscious, she crossed her arms over her chest. She realized what she was doing and started to drop her arms, but if felt weird. It had been only a week, and she was getting used to the idea of breasts? Already the missing weight on her chest made her uncomfortable. How was she going to react at the end of summer when she went back to being Eric? How would Samantha treat Eric at the end of summer, once he stopped being Erika? Would he be back to being ‘the plague’ even in her eyes?
"Let’s see how these look." Sasha held up some fancy breast forms. Much fancier than the ones that Samantha had given him. These even had nipples.
Erika took the forms and held them up to her chest, and looked from Sasha to Samantha.
"A touch lower." Sasha grinned. "You are young, but you shouldn’t be riding that high. You want to appear natural."
"Wow, those look great." Samantha agreed.
"Shall we apply them." Sasha asked looking from Erika to Samantha, then back to Erika.
"You’re going to have to show me how." Erika admitted meekly.
"I expected as much. Don’t worry, all transgender women have to learn somehow, some time." Sasha smiled. "First you need a clean, dry, chest. If you need to, shave before applying." Sasha took out a bottle out of the box and began applying its contents to the back of one of the forms. "Put some on the form, and some on your chest. That way you can get a nice seal." Sasha approached Erika with the bottle, "Do you mind?"
"No, go ahead, Sasha." Erika gave the stylist permission.
Sasha spread the cold adhesive across Erika’s chest, then attached the form to her chest. "Make sure you smooth out all of the air bubbles, and then you can lift the seams a little bit, apply the adhesive and smooth them down. That way it all blends nicely into your skin." Sasha released the form, and allowed the weight to fall on Erika’s chest.
"Whoa." Erika gasped. "That feels strange."
"Probably because you are getting your breasts all at once, where we get ours over time." Samantha commented, while watching the procedure.
"You do the other one." Sasha prompted.
Erika re-traced Sasha’s steps of applying the first form on the second. A few moments later, Erika was standing before the two of them with breasts. Breasts that looked real unless they were examined closely. She cupped her new appendages with her hands and lifted slightly, before releasing them to allow their full weight to pull at her chest again.
"Now, don’t go playing with those." Samantha warned. "Girls don’t go around playing with their own breasts."
Sasha pulled out another bottle. "This is a solvent. It will help you remove the glue." Erika looked at Sasha in confusion. "You’re going to want to take them off every few days, and clean your skin." The stylist explained.
The bell on the front door rang, as someone entered. "I’ll be right back." Sasha excused himself. "Go ahead and put your bra and top back on."
The two girls heard Sasha talking with someone in the front area as Erika began to get dressed.
"You know, I’ll bet you could wear a two-piece bathing suit with those breast forms." Samantha’s mind was churning.
"Having breasts that won’t fall out of a bathing suit is one thing," Erika pulled her top on. "Having certain body parts below falling out, let alone show, is a completely different problem." She started to pull her fringe out of her eyes, but remembered to give it a chance and fingered them back into place.
"I’ve got something for that too." Sasha came around the corner. "No more duct tape for you, missy." Sasha reached into the box and pulled something else out.
"What is that?" Samantha looked at the devise.
"This is called a gaffe." Sasha explained. "It’s to help Erika hide her male parts."
Erika blushed, and blushed even more as Sasha explained to her how to position, tuck and apply the gaffe. Samantha didn’t help any; she smirked, smiled and tried to hide her amusement as Sasha explained the process. He handed the gaffe to Erika and pointed her to the bathroom. "Go ahead and try it on in there. Just understand, that it won’t be the most comfortable thing you put on for a while."
"Neither were bras." Erika sighed.
Sasha sat down in a chair across from Samantha. "So where are you two from?" he asked.
"The city." Samantha looked in a nearby mirror at her hair, while running her fingers through it.
"How did you and Erika meet?" Sasha pried.
"She was friends with my sister…" Samantha looked away from the mirror, and down at the floor. "Before she died. Erika has had a hard time at school, and I thought that I’d try and help her have a good summer."
"Did you have anything to do with Eric, changing into Erika?" Sasha looked at the blonde beauty.
"I helped her get clothes, showed her how to put make-up on and am still trying to teach her how to walk and act like a girl." Samantha admitted. "You wouldn’t believe the change in her already." Samantha finally looked up from the floor and met Sasha’s eyes. "Before this past week, Eric, wouldn’t, or couldn’t look you in the eyes. Now Erika not only looks you in the eyes, she smiles and laughs as well." Samantha’s mind wandered over the past, very busy week. "She is already very well-liked by all of the girls in the cabin and one of the more popular girls at the camp." They like her even more than they like me. Samantha admitted this last bit of information to herself, and it stung a little bit.
"Are you sure this is something that Eric wants? Or is it something that you want?" Sasha asked. "Someone to step into your sister’s role?"
Samantha was caught off guard by the question. Before she could think of a reply, the door to the bathroom opened up and Erika stepped out. "I think I’ve got it on right." She said. "Can you tell me if I did, Sasha?"
"Sure, hon." Sasha got up and approached Erika. "How do you want to do this?"
"Here." Erika lifted up her skirt and showed Sasha her genital region with only a slight blush.
"It looks like you’ve got it." Sasha stated after a few seconds of looking at how the gaffe fit. "Now you’ll pass as a girl a lot easier… and you won’t have to worry about anything… slipping out."
"How much do I owe you for all of this, Sasha?" Erika was worried, that she wouldn’t have enough money. Although after the week she has had, she would be willing to give all of the money that her parents had given her to spend at camp.
"Sweetheart, I don’t want a red cent from you." Sasha looked Erika in the eye. "These are just some old items that have been collecting dust in my storage closet. I’d probably have thrown them out soon anyhow. Just think of it as a welcoming present of sorts… Welcome to being a girl and all of the benefits that go with it."
"Benefits?" Erika looked skeptical.
"It’s only been a couple of weeks. You’ll see." Sasha winked.
"Especially since you don’t get to experience the enjoyment of the monthly curse." Samantha scowled.
The three walked to the front of the salon. Two ladies, who looked to be mother and daughter, sat in the waiting area, perusing through some hairstyle pictures.
"How much do I owe you, Sasha?" Samantha asked.
"For the fringe trim, and the make-over?" Sasha debated in his head. "Minus the one-day camp sale… Let’s say twenty, should cover it."
"Are you sure?" Samantha inquired. "Your receptionist quoted a lot more than that."
"I had fun, and it was a pleasure meeting you two." Sasha nodded. "Yep. Twenty. Just make sure you come and see me next time you’re in town." He smiled warmly at Samantha then his look became pointed. "Think about what I asked you."
"Mom, could I get my hair like hers?" the teenager asked her mother.
"Like who’s dear?" the mother asked.
"Like hers." The teen pointed to Erika.
"That is cute." The mother grinned as Erika, startled by being pointed out, smiled meekly at the two.
"Thank you, Sasha." Erika met him on the side of the counter and gave him a big hug. "Thank you for everything."
"You’re welcome sweetie. Now go out and break some hearts." Sasha waved the two out the door.
The two girls exited the salon. Erika had to fight the urge again to pull her fringe out from in front of her eyes.
"There she is!" a familiar voice called out from across the street.
Erika turned to see Katie pointing in their direction.
"Samantha, where have you been?" Dani admonished. "Krystal needs your help in the store."
"I’m coming." Samantha called back across the street.
"Erika, is that you?" Katie gasped, as Erika and Samantha made their way across the street. "Oh my God! It is you! You look fantastic!"
"Doesn’t she though." Samantha acted as if presenting a piece of art to the girls.
"Okay, you are coming with me to help out Krystal… she’s becoming all distraught in the store." Dani took Samantha’s hand and began dragging her down the street.
"And you, Hot stuff are coming with me." Katie took Erika’s hand and took a few steps in the opposite direction, but almost bumped into a local, she was so busy studying Erika’s new look.
"Where are you taking me?" Erika inquired, as she was being led down the sidewalk.
"You are getting nails, girl." Katie avowed.
"Nails?" Erika almost groaned inside.
"It’s obvious you need something." Katie held up Erika’s hand and waved her short, ragged, hot pink nails around. "You bite your nails and they look horrible. By getting acrylics, you’ll have a much harder time biting them, and then maybe you can break the habit."
"But…. But…." Erika stammered.
"No buts, or excuses." Katie scowled at her cabin mate. "Dani and I are kicking in to help pay for them… our treat."
"But…" Erika continued to be pulled down the sidewalk.
"But we don’t have much time if we are to get back to the Laundromat and the bus on time."
Katie dragged her down two more storefronts before entering a door and into a mostly pink nail salon. The odors of acrylic and acetone assaulted her nostrils. Five dark haired heads, all wearing masks, turned and looked at the newcomers.
"You back?" a voice came from a masked woman at the front nail station. "Why you back?... Is problem?"
"No." Katie smiled. "No problem. I brought my friend to get a full set, but we are in kind of a hurry. Our bus will be leaving in just over an hour. Is there time enough for her to get a set?" Katie bit her lower lip in worry.
The masked woman looked at the clock. She glanced at the work she was doing and then at the progress of the station next to her. She looked back up at Katie and Erika. "You pick color." Her eyes darted to a rack of colorful nail polishes on the wall. "Be five minute."
Katie led Erika over to the wall. "Have you ever had nails before?" She inquired.
"No, I never have." Erika was boggled by all of the various shades of red and pink arrayed before her. "I can honestly say that the thought had never occurred to me."
"What color are you going to pick?" Katie’s eyes were wandering over the wall-mounted rainbow. "Dani got a dark red, I went more conservative with a pink." She showed Erika her nails.
"You and Dani are paying for a chunk of this, so why don’t you choose for me." Erika felt a relief as Katie smiled at her then turned and started picking up different colors and going through them.
"Okay, you next." The masked lady gestured for Erika to sit in the vacated seat.
Erika looked to her tall friend then, tucking her skirt under her, eased into the seat not knowing what to expect. The masked woman took her hands and looked at them very quickly and clicked her tongue with disdain. She pulled out a bottle of acetone and cotton and began scrubbing the hot pink off of her nails.
"Your nails, bad." She shook her head and clicked her tongue some more.
Erika blushed a bit. Eric had never cared about how his nails looked, he was too busy dodging bullies, or trying to get school assignments done. Nails were the least of his concerns. Erika looked over to Katie for some help, but the tall model, yet to be discovered, was too busy treasure hunting for the perfect color.
Her fringe was starting to tickle her eyelashes, but her hands were being held at the moment. She blew upward and felt her fringe flutter around and settle back into place.
"You got pretty eyes." The masked woman glanced up at Erika. "Who do you hair?"
"Sasha, just cut it." Erika winced as her cuticles were being pushed into place.
"Sasha do good job." The woman said. "He do my daughter hair."
Katie sat two bottles down on the station. "I don’t think you are a red or pink girl." Katie looked down. "So I picked this purpley-plum color and this royal blue… You pick."
"Both pretty." The masked woman agreed.
"I kind of like the blue." Erika looked at both colors.
"Cool, it reminds me of your pretty eyes." Katie grabbed the plum color. "She needs them to be sport length and if possible, a little thick on the acrylic. We have a lot of sports to play." Katie instructed the nail technician.
Katie deposited the rejected color back into its slot and collapsed in a chair near Erika.
"Can I ask you some personal questions?" Katie looked poignantly at Erika.
"It all depends upon the question." Erika returned her look. Her heart quickened just a bit. Don’t ask about me being a boy. She prayed.
"When did you know?" Katie looked at the desk to avoid eye contact. "I mean, when did you know that you were attracted to girls?"
*Yo Eric! How’s it hanging? Dude, when you posting your next Raven?* Victoria was startled... Yo Eric? Dude? The Latina felt lightheaded and fuzzy. Eric? Erika? Oh my God! It all fits! Victoria sat down hard in a chair and stared at the screen. Eric Martin…….Erika Martinez. I am so stupid. The shyness, the similar looks, the breast forms, the duct tape…. Don’t think about what he does with that... Freaking out about dating and kissing a cute guy?…… Oh my God! Erika is Eric the plague!!! By Anistasia Allread |
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“I mean, was there a certain time in your life when you just suddenly knew that you liked them better than boys?”
“I have always been more comfortable around them.” Erika was treading carefully, not knowing where this was leading. “Girls just make me feel very warm and giddy inside. Guys never had.” Did I just say ‘giddy’? God this is a nightmare.
“Are you physically attracted to them?”
“Guys or girls?” Erika asked for clarification.
“Girls. Are you physically attracted to them?”
Erika looked from Katie to the masked woman who seemed to not be listening to the conversation. How should I respond to that? Erika wondered. Flat out yes? Or more tactfully? She is asking straightforward questions. Does she want straight forward answers? “Yes, I am physically attracted to some girls.” Erika decided that honesty would be the best answer. “Does that bother you?” she asked with sincerity.
“No.” Katie was quick with the answer. “I was just wondering.”
The masked woman pulled out some superglue and began applying long plastic looking ‘claws’ to Erika’s fingers.
“Have you had, ah... physical relations with a... with a girl?” Katie blushed and wouldn’t meet Erika’s gaze.
“No, not really.” Erika sighed. “I haven’t been able to find a girl who I like, who would consider a relationship with me.”
The masked woman took the other hand and began applying the ‘claws’ to it. A second masked woman who finished with her client scooted her chair closer and began working on Erika’s second hand.
“Wow, you’re being double teamed.” Katie smiled at Erika.
The masked woman took out a device, fit it over her ‘claws’ one at a time, checked the length and clipped off a large portion of the plastic nail. The two women, each with a file in hand, began filing on Erika’s nails.
“Are you attracted to anyone in our cabin?” Katie asked.
How do I answer this one? Erika looked and met Katie’s beautiful eyes and smiled. “You all are beautiful in your own way. You all can be very attractive.” She tried to evade.
“But is there anyone in particular that you find attractive?” Katie pressed.
“You can’t tell anyone.” Erika looked hard at Katie. The whole cabin already knew; why did Katie need to be asking?
“I won’t say a word.” Katie promised.
“Not even to Dani?”
“I promise.” Katie looked met Erika’s gaze.
“I have been attracted to Samantha for a long time.” Erika confessed. The girls already knew; what harm would it cause for her to confirm it? “Yes, I was Summer’s friend, but I have been in love with Samantha since the day I met her.”
“Why Samantha?” Katie posed. “She has been nothing but mean, and inconsiderate of your feelings, all week.”
“She’s still mourning the loss of her sister.” Erika excused Samantha’s behavior. “I don’t know what it is…” her eyes took on a faraway look. “There is just something about her that I find attractive.”
The two women began applying a smelly substance to her nails using a brush and some kind of powder.
“Does she know that you have feelings for her?”
“Don’t you go telling her!” Erika turned a cold gaze upon the tall girl.
“So, she doesn’t know.” Katie confirmed with a sad smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.”
Dani walked next to Samantha down to the end of the block to where the secondhand clothing store was located. The two walked into the store and were affronted by the smell of old fabric. The ancient brick walls were lined with tall shelves containing glassware, and mismatched, chipped china. Under the shelves were racks upon racks of clothing.
“Oh my God, I could spend hours in here.” Samantha gasped. “This is a virtual treasure trove waiting for me to dig into.”
“We are here for Krystal, not for you.” Dani reminded her.
“Where is Krystal?” Samantha scanned the store for the large girl.
“When I came to get you, she said she was going upstairs.” Dani explained.
The two girls climbed the stairs to the loft. At the top of the stair, they were met by shelf upon shelf of books. Paperbacks of all kinds crammed the shelves, from trashy romance novels, to bad murder mysteries. Hardbacks on how to maintain your 1973 Ford to greasy cookbooks.
“Oh my God!” Samantha gasped. “And you let her come up here unsupervised? We are never going to get her back down stairs.”
“Krystal?” Dani called out. “Krystal?”
“I’m right here!” A soft soprano called out from a couple of rows away.
“We don’t have a whole lot of time left Krystal.” Samantha urged. “Let's find you a swimsuit and some clothes.”
“Alright.” Krystal sighed. The old worn floorboard creaked as she walked across them to join her cabin mates at the stairs.
“Did you at least look at clothes?” Samantha asked.
“Kind of.” Krystal shrugged.
Samantha groaned and took the large girl by the hand and began to lead her down the stairs. “What sizes do you wear?” She asked.
“Well, I’m not really sure.” Krystal tried to shrug the question off. Samantha was already looking out across the racks of clothes, looking for size signs. When they reached the main floor, Samantha began leading Krystal towards the back of the store.
“Now seriously, Krystal, what sizes do you wear?” Samantha asked again.
Krystal leaned close to Samantha’s ear and whispered the sizes into her ear.
“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Samantha gave larger girl a reassuring grin. “Let's see what they have here.” Samantha began shifting through the hangers looking for key items. She began pulling hangers from the rack and handing them to Krystal. “Take these, and these.” She stated absentmindedly. “Oh, the color is a bit faded on this, but you should try these on too.”
After Krystal had half a dozen items, Samantha directed her to the fitting rooms. “I want to see how they look on you. Even if they are too big, or you don’t like them.” She ordered. “If they are too small, noticeably too small, then don’t worry about showing me.”
“What should I do?” Dani asked, helplessly.
“Start looking for anything that looks like a swimsuit that will fit Krystal, and beach cover-ups.” Samantha directed. “I also need you to keep track of the time. I’ll lose myself and track of time in here.” She smiled.
Samantha took several other items off the racks and carried them over to the fitting rooms. “How are things going in there?” She tossed the clothes half over the top of the door and let them drape.
“More?” Krystal whined.
“Gotta have variety and something you’ll like.” Samantha took a few steps back. “You have anything on yet?”
“Hold on.” Krystal fumbled around a few seconds more before opening the fitting room door.
“Okay, that looks alright. How does it feel?” Samantha looked at Krystal from different angles.
“It feels alright, I guess.” Krystal shrugged.
“Okay, next.” Samantha left the fitting room area and found Dani with a couple of prospects.
“Sam, how did you and Erika meet?” Dani inquired. She was given a mission by Katie and she needed to get answers.
“Hmmm?” Samantha looked through what Dani had picked.
“How did you and Erika meet?”
“Through my sister.” Samantha selected two suits and discarded the third. “I told you that.”
“Are you two friends?” Dani pried.
“Of course we are.” Samantha started towards the fitting rooms. Krystal was waiting for her with the door open. “The cut is all wrong.” Samantha analyzed. “It’s cutting you too tight in the butt. Throw those in a ‘no’ pile. And take these in with you.” She handed Krystal the swimsuits.
“How long have you two been friends?” Dani sat down in a chair nearby.
“For a while now, I guess.” Samantha replied. “Where is this going?” she looked at the blonde girl.
“Katie and I were just wondering. It’s kind of interesting how friends meet and why they become friends.” Dani sighed. “Kind of like Katie and I. we met just this last week and we are, like, best friends.”
“I don’t have to come out wearing this do I?” fear crept into Krystal’s soft voice.
Samantha walked over to the door. “Just open this a crack so that I can see how it fits.” Samantha instructed.
The door opened a crack. Samantha viewed the swimsuit and how it fit on Krystal. “Okay, it’s not bad.” She smiled. “Try on the other one. If it fits, I’ll have you choose between the two.”
“There aren’t any others?” Krystal asked.
“There is one other, but it is pink with white daisies on it and a ruffled skirt.” Samantha explained.
Krystal shuddered. “I’ll be fine with one of these.” She closed the door behind her.
“Are you just friends, or are you like, soul mates?” Dani questioned.
“We’re good friends.” Samantha’s voice was starting to take on an edge to it. “Why all of the questioning about Erika and me?”
“I was just wondering.” Dani pouted. “Sorry.” The small blonde got up and began exploring other parts of the store. Erika had feelings for Samantha, but Samantha was either unaware of them or didn’t care. Dani shook her head, causing her blonde curls to bounce.
The masked woman dragged a brush loaded with a clear top coat across each of Erika’s now long, squared off, blue fingernails. “You look so pretty.” Her eyes twinkled.
“Thank you.” Erika smiled. “How are we doing on time?” Erika asked Katie.
Katie looked at the clock and smiled. “We have enough time for you to dry those before we pick Samantha and Dani up at the second hand store and meet up with everyone back at the Laundromat.”
“Dry them?” Erika looked confused.
“You come.” The masked woman stood up and guided Erika over to a device that contained what looked like a U.V. light. “You put dere for tree minute.” She nodded.
Erika sat down and stuck her new, longer nails under the light and looked hopelessly at Katie. Katie chuckled, got up and walked over to keep Erika company.
“Wow. I still can’t get over how great you look.” Katie smiled.
A few minutes later, a timer on the U.V. light made a ‘ding’ and the light turned off.
“You ready to go?” Katie asked looking at her watch. “We have about twenty minutes before we have to load up the bus.”
Erika nodded and was about to brush her fringe out of her face, but caught herself, reminded of Sasha’s words to give it a chance.
The two girls waved good bye to the masked women as they left. Erika’s long blue nails catching her eye as she did so.
“We were just coming to get you.” Katie called down the street. Dani, Samantha and Krystal were immerging from the second hand store with two bags. The trio waited for them and they started off to the Laundromat together.
“Your hair looks great.” Krystal said after staring at Erika.
“Thanks.” Erika smiled back. “Did you find a swimsuit?”
“Yes.” Krystal moaned. She really wasn’t looking forward to showing her chubby body off in a swimsuit. Even a one-piece.
Victoria finished folding the last t-shirt of the load and checked the dryers to see how well the other loads were drying before heading over to Erika’s laptop. She was thinking of checking out some of her favorite writing sites that she hadn’t had a chance to check in on since coming to camp. She was about to click on the web link when a folder labeled ‘Comix’ caught her eye. Let’s see how good Erika is at drawing. Victoria was curious.
She clicked on the folder and was surprised to see a large list of commix. She clicked on one and waited for a moment as the file loaded revealing what looked like a cross between a superhero and a villain, dressed all in black and beating up a football player. At the bottom it was signed Summer Thompson and Eric Martin. Eric Martin, ‘the plague’?
“Why would Erika have drawings of Eric Martin’s? Nah. It couldn’t be?” she muttered to herself. She quickly closed the folder, feeling a bit ashamed for snooping into someone else’s personal files, and opened the web.
She typed in a search for Petulant Poetess, One of her favorite sites to explore short stories and writings of virtually unknown authors. Victoria’s heart sped a few beats, one of her favorite authors; Anistasia Allread had posted her newest chapter of one of her favorite stories, ‘Healing a Princess.' She clicked on the posting and began reading. She was only a page or two into the story when an instant message popped up.
*Yo Eric! How’s it hanging? Dude, when you posting your next Raven?*
Victoria was startled... Yo Eric? Dude? The Latina felt lightheaded and fuzzy. Eric? Erika? Oh my God! It all fits! Victoria sat down hard in a chair and stared at the screen. Eric Martin…….Erika Martinez. I am so stupid. The shyness, the similar looks, the breast forms, the duct tape…. Don’t think about what he does with that... Freaking out about dating and kissing a cute guy?…… Oh my God! Erika is Eric the plague!!! The comix was signed by her... Him... by Eric.
“You okay?” Rachel entered the Laundromat carrying a bag of supplies. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’m... I’m... not sure.” Victoria’s mind was in a whirl. Erika was Eric? Whoa! The plague was such a different person than Erika! The plague was a morbid, fumbling, bumbling, idiot who ruined everything he touched. Erika was a positive person, whose smile lit up the room. Her quiet but honest manner was one that the other girls looked up to. She was gentle and fun. Was she really a he? Why? Why would the plague go to summer camp as a girl? “I think I just need a moment.” She mumbled.
“I’ll start folding this load.” Rachel offered. “You really should put the laptop away before Phoenix arrives.”
Victoria looked back at the screen. She put her fingers to the keys and responded.
*Who are you trying to reach, Eric, or Erika?*
*Isn’t this Eric?* Came the response.
Victoria’s heart skipped a beat. *Eric Martin, right?*
*yes, who is this?* came the response.
Victoria, pulled the power cord out of the computer clicked the shutdown mode. She didn’t realize that her breaths had become short, and fast. Eric Martin, ‘the plague’ was sleeping in her cabin, saw her change clothes. More importantly, he had… he had seen her... naked!
End of Chapter Twenty-Two
“Get it out of here!” Rachel sobbed. “Get it out!” “Why don’t you get it Eric?” Victoria said in a low tone, just loud enough for Erika to hear. “I don’t like snakes either… why should I?” Erika asked. “Because you’re a guy!” Victoria growled as Rachel screamed again. The blood suddenly drained from Erika’s face. Victoria knows! Oh my God! Victoria knows! The world around her began to spin. By Anistasia Allread |
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A commotion at the front of the Laundromat woke her from her deep thinking.
“…… looks great!”
“……brings out your eyes.”
Victoria looked up to the front where the sudden excitement was occurring to see a pretty dark-haired girl surrounded by her cabin mates blushing and being fussed over. Victoria’s jaw dropped. The pretty girl that they were all fussing over was Erika….. er Eric. She had …. He had gotten his hair cut into a beautiful style with layers that framed the face and bangs that hung down into his eyes. Samantha seemed to be practically showing him off. Did the others in the cabin suspect that Erika was a guy? How could they? Especially after the emotional outbursts that he had thrown? Samantha had to be the one in control of this farce. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be fawning over Erika…. Eric this way.
“Okay, girls, let’s get all this onto the bus, we need to get back to camp.” A counselor called out over all of the chattering.
Erika made her way over to Victoria. “Where did you stow the laptop?” she smiled.
Victoria looked intensely at the person she had known as Erika. Was this really Eric? The Eric Martin she knew in school was a clumsy nerd at best, standing before her was a pretty, shy girl who smiled and gave as much to her cabin mates as they gave to her. “It’s under your pile clothes.” She turned away. Erika….. Eric…… the person before her confused her and made her feel uncertain and kind of creeped out.
Erika sat on the bus; blushing every so often as other girls on the bus would turn and either stare at her, or smile at her. Who knew a haircut could invoke so much attention? But then again, as Eric, how many times did he look upon, stare or ogle a pretty girl with a new look?
Victoria, Erika decided must not be feeling well. She hadn’t been acting herself since they met back up at the Laundromat. The Latina girl sat by herself, separated from the others of the cabin and stared out the window. Every once in a while, Erika caught her cabin mate looking her way, but she would turn away and go back to her own thoughts. Maybe she has a head ache. Erika wondered.
Rachel was showing the cabin mates the different things that she and Victoria had purchased for the cabin and the upcoming Fourth of July celebration. From the much-needed hangers, duct tape and air-freshener, to streamers, balloons, and flags.
Erika was only half paying attention to their excitement. Although her breast forms were beginning to feel more comfortable and an actual part of her body, the gaffe that Sasha had given her was still a bit restraining and felt alien to her. Her thoughts drifted to what these new things were going to do for her. She would no longer be as fearful of breast forms floating away while swimming, or ripping duct tape from her sensitive areas. Dressing in the cabin around her cabin mates would be a lot less stressful, as would the stress of one of the others walking in while she was going to the bathroom. The long blue nails on her fingers were going to take some time to get used to. She was going to have to be a lot more careful with how she used her hands. They did make for better scratching of itches she smirked.
She looked out her own window and smiled. There might be a chance of making it through the next seven weeks without someone finding out. She couldn’t let her guard down now, though. Ease up on it, lighten up and try to enjoy the summer, yes. But she still needed to be guarded.
“Could you girls take my clothes back with you to the cabin?” Phoenix asked. “I need to see Director Hobbs about something when we get back.”
“Sure.” Rachel grinned.
Once the bus pulled into the camp, the girls all pitched in and hauled their clean clothes and sacks of purchases back to their cabin.
“Hold up here.” Rachel paused and put her load down.
“What is it?” Dani whined. “This is getting heavy.”
“Our cabin has been invaded.” Rachel turned to the others.
“How can you possibly know that from out here?” Samantha scoffed.
“Do you know why I was late getting to the bus this morning?” Rachel looked at each of her cabin mates. She then turned to a bush and pulled out the cabin’s broom. “I swept the dirt in front of our cabin.” She pointed to the area in front of the front steps. “I erased all of our foot prints. If you will take a close look, you’ll find that there are a lot of large foot prints going to and from our cabin.”
“Paranoid often?” Krystal asked.
“When it comes to the pranks that these guys pull, yes.” Rachel bared her teeth. “I’m going around to check through the window.”
“What do you think they did?” Dani looked to the other girls.
“I’ll be right back.” Rachel took the broom with her and eased around the side of the cabin to one of the windows.
“What a pain.” Krystal sighed. “I hope they didn’t do anything to my books.”
Rachel peered through the window for a long moment before making her way back to her cabin mates. “It was a good thing I checked before opening the door she joined the others. “They trapped the door so that anyone opening it would knock a bucket of something over.”
“Did you see anything else?” Katie asked.
“Not immediately. It could be that this is just the beginning, and like us, wish to save the other pranks for later. Or it could be that there are other, more hidden traps for us to find once we are in there.” Rachel looked at each of her cabin mates and smiled. “So, here’s what we are going to do. “Katie, I’m going to have you help me open the window, then, I’d like your help getting Dani through it so that she can remove the bucket from the front door.”
The two girls nodded.
“What do you want us to do?” Samantha inquired.
“Keep guard of the clothes and watch to make sure that no one either sneaks up on us, or enters the cabin door until its clear.”
“I think Krystal is right, you are paranoid.” Erika shook her head with disbelief. Her bangs danced around her eyes, tickling her eyelashes.
The three girls quickly made their way back to the window. Now confident that they wouldn’t be set upon by anything until they reached the window.
With a little elbow grease and determination, Rachel and Katie were able to open the window. They boosted Dani up and watched as she disappeared head first through the window and into the cabin with a squeal. Rachel watched inside the cabin as Katie rushed around to the front door. A moment later the front door swung open and Dani waved to Samantha, Erika and Krystal.
“Be careful coming in.” Dani warned. “There’s something on the floor here.”
Erika and the others carried their loads of clothes and purchases into the cabin and set them down on a clean area of the floor.
“Before we do anything, let’s open all of our drawers and beds to make sure that they didn’t leave anything for us.” Rachel cautioned.
“What’s on the floor?” Victoria inquired at the white powder all around the front door.
“Probably talcum powder.” Rachel explained. “If the bucket of water had gone over, it would have been a nasty mess to clean up.”
Erika and Samantha went over to their bunks. Before they had left that morning, they each had set out a pair of panties for the guys, in case they raided. Now, in place of their panties, were a pair of guy’s boxer shorts.
“Eeew! What are we going to do with these?” Dani held a pair of briefs between thumb and forefinger.
“Toss them over in the corner there.” Rachel instructed. “I have an idea.” She tossed a pair of underwear into a corner. “Remember, be careful opening your drawers.”
One by one, Erika and Samantha opened the drawers under their bed, but nothing seemed to have been touched.
“My books look to be okay.” Krystal voiced.
“My stuff’s okay.” Dani chimed in.
“Clear over here.” Rachel added.
“We’re good.” Samantha closed her last drawer.
“Let's get to putting our clothes away.” Katie went to the baskets.
“Here’s the hangers.” Rachel reached into a bag and pulled out some plastic hangers and handed them to the tall young lady. “I’ve got to pee.”
“Did you get the super glue and duct tape?” Dani asked Victoria.
“Yes.” Victoria shot a hard glance over to Erika and then went back to putting her clothes away.
A scream came from the bathroom. “Oh my God! Get it out! Get it out!” Rachel screamed.
Erika, as well as all of the other girls ran to the bathroom. Katie flung open the door to find Rachel standing on top of the toilet and trying to get into the sink. “Get it out!” she screamed. Tears leaked from her eyes as she screeched. “Get it away from me! Someone please!”
“Oh my God!” Dani shrieked “Snake!” the blonde jumped back and dove through the crowd that had gathered in the bathroom doorway.
“Get it out of here!” Rachel sobbed. “Get it out!”
“Why don’t you get it Eric?” Victoria said in a low tone, just loud enough for Erika to hear.
“I don’t like snakes either… why should I?” Erika asked.
“Because you’re a guy!” Victoria growled as Rachel screamed again.
The blood suddenly drained from Erika’s face. Victoria knows! Oh my God! Victoria knows! The world around her began to spin. She reached out to grasp something - anything to hold on to.
“Get it out!” Rachel’s screaming became more pitched and pierced the air, bringing Erika back to her body.
“I’ve got it.” Katie stepped forward. “Settle down, Rachel.”
“Are you alright, Erika?” Samantha inquired. “You scared of snakes too?” She loosened my fingernails from her shoulder and guided me back to sit on a bed.
She was present, but her body felt numb. Her heart flipped and flopped, not knowing whether to beat faster, or to stop all together. Visions of being duct taped to the flag pole wearing nothing but lacey lingerie, flashed through her head. Headlines of the school paper, “The Plague unmasked” “I know What the Plague did Last Summer” or “The Plague mutates”.
“I knew it.” Victoria sneered.
“You knew what?” Samantha asked.
“No! Get it away!” Rachel’s screams were starting to die down.
“It’s only a gopher snake.” Katie held the snake just behind its head and rushed through the cabin taking it outside followed by Dani. “Let’s take it out into the woods where nobody will harm it.” Katie’s voice faded.
Krystal went into the bathroom. “It’s okay, Rachel, it’s gone.” She soothed in her soft voice.
“What I can’t figure out is how you’re mixed up in this.” Victoria looked to Samantha.
“What are you talking about?” Samantha asked.
“Why are you covering and assisting Eric Martin in this masquerade?”
“What are you talking about?” Samantha tried to deflect the question.
“Erika” She pointed to Erika and hissed. “Is Eric Martin. I couldn’t figure out what was going on at first, but while using her….. I mean his computer, this morning; I came across some pictures that he and your sister had drawn….. I let that slide, but then while on line, one of her…. I mean his friends came up in messenger. After a brief talk, I confirmed that Erika is actually Eric. Otherwise known at school as ‘The Plague’.”
“Keep your voice down.” Samantha hissed back. “And don’t call her that.”
Erika’s world was spinning again. Victoria knew. Samantha wrapped her arms around Erika and embraced her to her breast, as a mother would a frightened child.
“….. okay, Rachel….. everyone has something their scared of.” Krystal soothed.
“Why are you going along with this?” Victoria asked. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t go to the camp director right now.”
“Because I need her.” Samantha began stroking Erika’s hair. “I need her to help me and she needs me to help her.”
“That doesn’t mean anything to me.” Victoria’s voice was starting to get louder. “He is a guy pretending to be a girl in our cabin.”
“Have you seen a guy living with us since you’ve arrived here?” Samantha demanded. “Have you seen Eric ‘the plague’ anywhere this past week? I haven’t.” She met Victoria’s hard stare. “I’ve seen a beautiful and wonderful person who has shared laughs and hurts with us. A fantastic person named Erika…… It’s only been a week and look how incredible the difference is in her. Imagine what eight weeks will do.”
“So you want to turn Eric into a girl?” Victoria asked.
“That’s up to her.” Samantha continued to stroke Erika’s head. “I just wanted to give her a summer without being beaten up, spit upon and dunked in trashcans.”
Erika lifted her head but stayed in Samantha’s embrace. The blonde’s strength and passion was so comfortable. If only Eric had friends at school like this.
“Is he paying you for this?” Victoria asked. “What are you getting out of this… this…. this farce?”
“I’m getting to know what happened to my sister.” Samantha’s pleading voice turned to one of ice. “I’m getting to learn what caused my sister to act the way she did, and to learn why she did what she did.”
“You still haven’t given me a reason not to go to Director Hobbs.” Victoria crossed her arms across her chest.
“Please, Victoria.” Samantha began pleading again. “Give her a chance.”
“Victoria.” Erika found her voice.
The Latina girl looked almost startled that Erika spoke.
“You said that you came up here to get ideas for your writing.” Erika looked everywhere, but into Victoria’s eyes. “What better writing idea than one of self-discovery.”
There was a long quiet between the three girls. They stiffened slightly as Krystal helped the shaking and frightened Rachel out of the bathroom.
“Are you feeling better?” Erika asked.
“I hate them.” Rachel hissed. “I just can’t stand snakes.”
“It’s alright, Rachel.” Erika reassured. She looked into Victoria’s eyes “Your secret is safe with us.”
Victoria got up off the bed and crossed the room to Erika and Samantha. She leaned down and spoke only for their ears. “You have one week. If you don’t tell the rest of the girls, I will.”
Erika found herself back in the cabin with the others, trying to figure out all of the ways possible that they could get even with the boys from Oak.
“How hard can this possibly be?” Samantha asked the other girls. “About As Easy as Falling Off a Bike.” Dani winked. By Anistasia Allread |
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“The boys from Oak cabin paid us a visit while we were in town.” Dani explained coming up behind her. “Katie got rid of the snake that was in the bathroom.”
“There was a snake in the bathroom?” Phoenix shuddered.
“It was disgusting.” Rachel joined the counselor in her discomfort. “it was all slimy and slithering, and flicking it’s tongue at me….”
“That’s enough!” Phoenix clamped her hands over her ears. “What all did they do?” she removed her hands.
“They attempted to get us to spill a bucket of water when we opened the door.” Dani volunteered. “Rachel suspected something and boosted me through the window to remove it.”
“The water was supposed to spill across the talc.” Rachel picked up the tale. “It makes a slurry and is difficult to clean. The snake in the bathroom, and they left their underwear in place of our panties.”
“So what do you have planned to get even?” Phoenix asked.
“I thought you didn’t want to know.” Rachel looked puzzled.
“You’re right, I don’t….. but they put a snake in the bathroom.” Phoenix shuddered again. “I hate snakes.”
“There’s still a snake in the cabin.” Victoria muttered under her breath. Erika paled to another shade of white.
“Stop it.” Samantha mouthed to Victoria, throwing a flip-flop at her.
“We’ll have to work on it and get them later, ladies.” Phoenix sighed. “We need to get to arts and crafts.”
Erika could hardly concentrate on the leather mug she was making. Her thoughts were racing about. Victoria had stated an ultimatum. She had one week to inform the girls or Victoria would be outing her. That was just her immediate fear. The other was of what Victoria could do to her at school. She was the editor of the school newspaper for God’s sake. Every time she looked up; Victoria was giving her strange looks. Looks of accusation, looks of disgust, looks of bewilderment. Would the entire last part of her camping be filled with Victoria’s accusing eyes?
Samantha sitting at the craft table next to her, patted Erika’s knee. “It will be fine. Stop worrying about her.”
“Easy for you to say.” Erika muttered. “You don’t have the editor of the school paper, wanting to rat you out.”
“I’m in this just as much as you are.” Samantha defended. “We just have to prove to her that you are one of the girls.”
“I don’t even know if I am.” Erika argued.
“You’ve made more friends in the past week than you have in a whole year at school.” Samantha pointed out. “You’ve also had more fun in the past week than you have had in a few years.”
“And some of the worst times I have had as well.” Erika scowled.
“Have you been stuffed into a garbage can?” Samantha asked. “Have you been spit on, tripped, thrown face down into mud puddles?”
“No.” Erika confirmed.
“What’s the worst thing that has happened to you this last week?” Samantha leaned forward and made Erika meet her gaze.
“I got kissed by a boy.” Erika responded sheepishly.
“You were kissed by a boy.” Samantha repeated in a whisper. “That kinda beats being finding ‘kick me’ signs on your back doesn’t it?”
A silence fell between the two of them.
“I don’t know.” Erika shrugged. “I’m used to the ‘kick me’ signs. I’m not used to being kissed by guys.”
“But he was really cute.”
“To you, maybe.” Erika grimaced. “I’m not attracted to guys.”
“Not yet.” Samantha again patted her leg. “Not yet.”
“Hello…. Not ever.” Erika made a gagging gesture.
“All right, Columbine. That’s enough for today.” Amber announced. “Let’s put your mugs over here to finish tomorrow. You all did a great job.”
“Victoria, what’s on the calendar now?” Rachel inquired.
Victoria looked thoughtful for a moment. ”I believe it’s lake time.”
Phoenix pulled her schedule out of her pocket. “Yep. We have two hours at the lake. Let’s head back to the cabin and put our swimsuits on.”
“Phoenix?” Rachel called as they made their way back to the cabin.
“Yeah?”
“Could we duck out of swimming today and re-pay Oak cabin?”
“I don’t know….” Phoenix put off.
“They put a snake in our bathroom.” Rachel reminded the counselor.
“Okay, but nothing that can destroy property.” Phoenix stated sternly. “Rules are Rules, oh, and I don’t know anything about it.” She added with a wink.
“Victoria, could you help me?” Rachel asked.
“With what?” Victoria looked startled. Her mind was elsewhere.
“We’re going to the kitchen to get some supplies.” Rachel grinned mischievously. “Dani, you and the others, dig out the duct tape, fishing line and superglue that we bought today. ”
Erika found herself back in the cabin with the others, trying to figure out all of the ways possible that they could get even with the boys from Oak.
“How hard can this possibly be?” Samantha asked the other girls.
“About As Easy as Falling Off a Bike.” Dani winked.
“Okay, we got the salt and some flour from the mess.” Rachel and Victoria joined them. Victoria had a stack of paper cups “Now let’s figure out what we’re going to do.”
Erika soon found out how seriously Rachel and Dani took pranks. The Columbine girls all snuck into Oak Cabin, with an idea. Once inside, Rachel and Dani set about directing the others on things to do.
“How long should I make this line.” Krystal asked, threading fishing line through a needle.
“Make it long.” Dani instructed. We can always cut it down if we need to.”
Katie, and Erika went to work opening the guys drawers and pulling one sock from each pair. They tossed them as quickly as they could into a pile next to Krystal, who started inserting the needle through the toes of each one, looping the fishing line through like a blanket stitch and adding another.
Victoria found all of the toothbrushes on the counter in the bathroom. She poured a pile of salt on to the counter and began loading the bristles of the brushes with the salt.
While the others were doing that, Rachel began making small piles of flour all across the floor, while Samantha began filling cup after cup of water.
“So what is it you’re doing with the flour and water?” Katie inquired.
“Setting them up like dominos. So, when they open the door, one cup will tip over then the next cup, then the next and so on. The water from the cups will mix in with the flour and create almost a glue like substance.” Rachel explained. “It’s a lot harder to clean up than talc mixed with water. Besides, it has a little more style than just a bucket of water.” She grinned. “I call it Accidental Magic.” She winked at Katie.
“Found some Icy Hot in the bathroom.” Victoria called.
“Awesome.” Rachel called back. When you’re done with the toothbrushes, smear some of the Icy Hot around the toilet seat.”
“That’s the last of the socks.” Erika closed the last drawer. “And I found our panties. Should we take them back? Or leave them as a warning?”
“Leave them as a signature.” Dani piped up.
“If we leave them where we found them, it may confuse them as to which cabin is doing this. If we take them back or sign the cabin with them, they will know exactly who did this.” Rachel voiced.
The girls were silent while they thought this over. “Let’s leave them for now.” Erika broke the silence. “We can always gather them when we do the next prank.”
“I like that.” Rachel smiled. “Any one disagree? Now’s your chance to speak up.”
“I like it.” Samantha agreed with Erika.
“Let’s keep then guessing.” Krystal nodded.
“Leave them.” Katie stated.
“Erika, take the superglue and put some dabs of it along the bottom of the window sash. Let’s keep them from opening the windows.” Dani looked up from tying shoes together by their shoe laces.
“Keep one window open and the super glue next to it.” Rachel called “I want a way out of here.”
“Man, Boy’s feet stink.” Krystal complained, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “Why do they have to stink so bad.”
“Ask Erika.” Victoria muttered from the bathroom.
“huh?” Rachel asked.
“Nothing.” Victoria replied.
“Katie, could you pull the blankets and top sheet open for me?” Rachel asked. She followed behind Katie and sprinkled flour inside their bed sheets then re-made the beds.
“Bathroom is taken care of.” Victoria entered the main room of the cabin.
“Can you help re-make the beds?” Rachel asked. “Krystal how is the sock puzzle coming?”
Krystal held up a string of socks all sewn together. “I’m stitching the last one now.” She smiled.
“After you tie off the knot, start tying the socks into knots with one another as well as the string of them in knots.” Rachel instructed.
“Where should we put the shoes?” Dani asked aloud. “Should we hang them from the ceiling like garland? Or shall we tie them to and around the bed posts?”
“Duct tape them to the ceiling above the toilet.” Victoria offered.
“Katie, can you do that?” Rachel asked. “We need to finish up here quick and get out of here.” Rachel warned. “You never know if they might come back early. If you’re done with your tasks start cleaning up our mess and then start lining the cups of water up.”
A few minutes later, Rachel was setting the final cups into place. The other girls stood by the open window, ready to make their escape and watching the master prankster at work. Rachel looked from the door to the first few cups. She then went down the line, eyeballing each cup’s distance from the other. “Alright, let’s get out of here.” She made her way to the window.
The rest of the girls scampered out of the open window and headed into the bushes. Katie waited behind. As soon as Rachel made it out, she put a few dots of super-glue on the window then closed it.
“Hurry up, Katie! I think they’re coming.” Dani called from cover of the bushes.
The long-legged girl ran and leapt like a gazelle over and around shrubs to join her cabin mates in the trees.
“Should we stay around to hear how they react?” Dani giggled.
“I think I want to be as far away from here as possible.” Rachel raised her eyebrows.
“Come on, Rachel, don’t you want to listen to them?” Dani protested.
Come on Dani, get off the Nostalgia Train. We did our jobs and we will be hearing it at dinner tonight.” Rachel winked at the short blonde. She turned to the rest of the cabin mates. “Let’s get out of here before they come looking for us.”
“Oh Shit! Shit! Shit! Mother F*****g Shit!” a guy’s voice could be heard from the cabin.
Erika found a rock that jutted out into the lake and sat down. She slipped off her shoes and let her feet dangle in the cool water. Could they accept me as a girl? Would they? I am enjoying having friends. I’m enjoying being welcomed by my peers, by girls. To even have a girl look at me without contempt or even pity…… It’s a whole new feeling... Most of the guys here just keep looking at me and smiling. Samantha was right on that part. Being with the girls can be a lot easier. By Anistasia Allread |
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Victoria put on a bit of a show for Samantha and Erika by making sure that she changed in the bathroom, so that she wasn’t exposing herself to Eric.
Erika felt a little more comfortable in her altered T-shirt, especially now that she had better breast forms. She even decided to wear her shorter denim skirt, along with the wedge sandals that Samantha kept bothering her to wear. The gaffe was still restricting and pinched every once in a while, but She was getting a little more used to it and a little more confident in its purpose, to hide her true gender.
The mess hall was filled with all the cabins but one. Oak cabin still hadn’t shown up. The excitement at her table was over whelming. All of the girls, even Rachel were anxious to how the boys would react or retaliate to their prank. People at other tables were whispering to one another and pointing at Columbine’s table. Whether it was to speculate about their cabin getting pranked, or Oak cabin’s, Erika didn’t know. A few of the people at the other table pointed and laughed, while others just looked towards them and smiled or giggled.
Just when she thought she couldn’t stand the suspense any longer, the doors to the mess opened and Oak cabin strolled in. At the head of the line of guys was Kyle, followed by Josh. The boys in the mess all started laughing and cheering as they saw what Kyle was carrying. While some of the girls laughed, most were startled and scowling at the parade of guys.
Kyle, leading the cabin of guys was holding, what looked to be a garden rake up in the air. Attached along the rake were the panties that they had raided from Columbine, displayed like banners taken from a battlefield.
“I told you we should have taken the panties back.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered.” Rachel insisted. “We just need to pretend that it doesn’t bother us.”
“How are we going to live down this?” Victoria looked to their leader.
“We do the same tomorrow morning.” Rachel smiled. “But better.”
“Don’t forget to set the alarm.” Victoria reminded them when they were getting ready for bed. “See if we can wake up to music, rather than that horrid watch, beeping.”
“Don’t forget, ladies.” Phoenix entered the cabin. “We take our showers at night this week. We have now until half an hour before lights out to shower.” She sat down on her bed and looked through some notes on a clipboard. “Shoot!” she exclaimed. “I need to go check something out. I’ll be back later.” Phoenix quickly left the cabin.
“What was that all about?” Victoria looked to the others.”
“With Phoenix, who knows.” Katie shrugged.
Rachel pulled out all of the guys underwear that was left in the cabin and starting arranging them on the floor.
“What do you have in mind for tomorrow morning?” Dani asked their leader.
“We’re going to show them how do parade underwear.” Rachel grinned. She pulled out her needle and threads and picked up two pair of boxers and began to sew them together.
“Do you have more needles and thread?” Krystal looked up from one of her books.
“I have a few.” Rachel didn’t look up from her work.
Krystal sat down on a bed near the athletic leader. “hand me two pair and I’ll help it get done faster.”
“I can sew too.” Dani took the needles and thread from Rachel and began threading. “God knows, I’ve had to hem up enough of my pants.”
“How can I help?” Erika asked. “I’m not good with sewing.”
“We need a good stout long pole to attach these to.” Rachel advise. I’m planning on making a flag…. It’s better than taping them to a rake.”
Erika slipped out of her wedge sandals and quickly slid into her slightly used tennis shoes.
Erika found herself out under the tall trees. The sun, dipping ever lower in the West cast rays of golden light which filtered by the trees bathed everything in a warmth. Dark shadows cast by tree trunks and overhead branches contrasted drastically with the glow, making the forest seem eerie, almost magical. Erika’s imagination burst forth in the quiet of the woods. She could almost picture fairies, darting among the ferns and underbrush, while just beyond a rotted log in the distance, she could all but see a unicorn, in its majestic splendor, watching her drifting in and out of the shadows.
The quiet of the forest is what she needed right now. It had been an extremely busy day. From her getting her hair cut, acrylic nails, to her getting better breasts and a gaffe. On top of all of that, Victoria finally figured out that Erika was ‘the plague’.
One week…… One week to figure out how to tell the others in the cabin that I’m a poser. Erika thought. She picked up a small stick and began waving it around, slashing at ferns and odd branches. One more week to enjoy what I have here, before they throw me out of the cabin, and probably out of the camp. Unless of course they can accept me as a girl……. But how, or why would they even do that? I’m a boy, pretending to be a girl. Pretending so that I don’t have to be hassled and mistreated by my own sex. Would they understand that? Would they understand the dread of being humiliated in front of everyone on a daily basis?
Erika found herself standing on the shore of the lake. Tall green grass grew in mounded tufts along the water’s edge. The golden sun striking the water, danced as the wind rippled its surface. Erika found a rock that jutted out into the lake and sat down. She slipped off her shoes and let her feet dangle in the cool water. Could they accept me as a girl? Would they? I am enjoying having friends. I’m enjoying being welcomed by my peers, by girls. To even have a girl look at me without contempt or even pity…… It’s a whole new feeling. Guys aren’t tripping me, they aren’t duct taping me to anything, they aren’t trying to throw me in garbage cans. Most of the guys here just keep looking at me and smiling. Samantha was right on that part. Being with the girls can be a lot easier.
A mother duck was swimming along the shore, behind her was a trail of peeping ducklings. As the mother duck approached where Erika was sitting, she swam out into the lake bit more. Erika began counting the yellow, fluffy, goslings behind her. Four, five, six …oh and a black one…seven…… one black one, trailing behind the others. Part of the group, but kept at a distance…… boy do I know how that feels. She watched as the ducks disappeared behind some reeds further up the shore before slipping her wet feet back into her shoes.
Erika began walking along the shore. Then sun no longer sparkled it reflection on the surface of the lake. Behind the Western mountains, it was still light, just approaching dusk. Guys, I’m a guy. She muttered to herself. Nah…. I called you all together to let you know that I’m actually a boy…… Pathetic. How am I going to do this?
Something out of the ordinary caught her eye. Movement ahead. Erika froze in her tracks and peered ahead through some bushes. Strange noises were coming from there as well. Erika held her breath trying to hear what it was she had been approaching. A giggle. A girl’s giggle Who could it be? Erika’s curiosity got the better of her. She knew she should turn and make her way back to the cabin, finding a stick along the way, but who was in the bushes giggling? Slowly, and gently, she eased one foot in front of the other. Quiet and conscious of every branch on the ground, Erika slowly made her way forward.
On the grassy bit of beach, behind some shrubs and behind a fallen tree, Erika recognized the back of Todd’s head. The life guard’s jet black hair looked even darker in the twilight. He moved slightly, the muscles in his arms and back rippled under his tank-top, and gave Erika the view of the girl whose giggle brought her here in the first place. It was Phoenix. Phoenix lay on a towel, topless, her eyes closed. she giggled with pleasure as Todd traced a finger around one of her nipples, which were swollen, exposed to the cool air and Todd’s attention. Her fingers clutched at the back of Todd’s head while a peaceful smile was upon her swollen lips.
Phoenix opened her eyes just a slit, then widened as she caught Erika watching them. Her eyes flashed open. “Oh my God! Erika!” her free hand grabbed Todd’s shoulder and she tossed Todd off to the side. “Erika! What are you doing here?” Phoenix sputtered grasping her top to her chest.
“I…. I umm….. I was out to find….. Rachel as that I find a stick.” Erika stuttered. “I’m sorry Phoenix, I…. I didn’t mean to…. To uh…. Well to, you know….. I won’t tell anyone.” She added. “I’ll just go find that stick.” Erika turned and darted off into the trees.
Oh my God. Phoenix and Todd. Erika’s heart was racing, and not just because she was jogging into the woods. No wonder Phoenix kept disappearing. She was having hookups with Todd. Phoenix and Todd, whoa. The weight of the secret that she had discovered weighed heavily. What will Phoenix do to me now? Will she see that I am moved to a different cabin? If I’m moved to a different cabin, I’m going to have to start building friendships all over, and without Samantha’s help.
Erika slowed to a slow walk and began to look in earnest for a stick of some kind to use as a flag pole. Should I talk to each of the girls separate, or all together? She wondered to herself. Of course if Phoenix sends me to a different cabin, I may not have to worry about telling the other girls. Would Victoria still have me tell the girls of the cabin, or of the new cabin? What about school? Will she tell people at school what I did this summer?
Erika found what looked to be a good stick. It was lying halfway buried under a pile of pine needles. She pulled up on it and freed it from its covering. It wasn’t perfectly straight, but it was a good six feet long and most of the smaller branches had either rotted away or been broken. She tapped it against the ground, knocking off a bunch of needles that stuck to it and began back to the cabin. What if she didn’t tell? What if she made Victoria tell the others? Would they believe the smart girl? Duh, of course they would, why would they doubt her word.
“What do I do?!” she yelled to the tree tops. “What do I say?”
“Please don’t tell anyone.” A voice pleaded from behind her.
Startled, Erika jumped and whirled around brandishing the stick in her hands ready to strike like a staff. She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts and problems, that she wasn’t paying any attention to what was going on around her.
“Please don’t say anything to anyone.” Phoenix pleaded. “Todd and I could get into serious trouble if Director Hobbs found out.”
“God you scared me Phoenix.” Erika clutched at her heart. She looked with honesty at her cabin counselor. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“I just heard you talking to yourself about whether or not to tell someone about us.” Phoenix approached. Her bottom lip was firmly between her teeth as she contemplated how to handle the young girl.
“I was thinking about something else.” Erika blushed. “Honest, I wasn’t talking or even thinking about you and Todd.” She lowered the branch. “I’ve got my own issues at the moment.”
“You weren’t?” Phoenix looked confused and relieved. “What were you talking about then?”
“Oh nothing.” Erika was glad for the shadow of the tree hiding her face. She could feel that it was hot enough to fry and egg, She was sure it was red enough to almost glow. “nothing I care to share right now.”
“You’re not going to tell on Todd and me?”
“No. I need to get this stick back to Rachel.” She turned away from her counsellor and started back through to the cabin.
“Now why would Rachel need a stick like that?” Phoenix questioned.
The clock radio switched on playing some top of the chart music. Again, groans sounded from around the cabin as girls either buried their heads under their pillows, or flung their covers off.
“At least it isn’t that damn watch beeping.” Katie countered.
Erika swung her legs over the edge of the bed, got up and stretched. Her long t-shirt pulled up just a touch showing her panties. When she realized this she pulled her shirt down, but Victoria was already adverting her eyes from looking. Erika felt a bit self-conscious at first, but remembered that she was wearing the gaffe that Sasha had given her yesterday. Wearing that, she looked like a normal girl unless someone was looking very closely. It had kept her awake for part of the night. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing she had to wear, but it helped with the illusion.
Victoria in her short nightie took her clothes and went into the bathroom to dress. Samantha saw this and rolled her eyes. “She’s just being stupid.” She whispered to Erika.
Rachel took them around the lake a bit faster than she had on previous morning. Krystal was already showing some stamina and smiled from ear to ear when the others let her know.
Phoenix looked hard at Erika as they neared the location of where Erika had discovered her and Todd last evening. Erika looked from the grassy beach to the counsellor with a tight lipped smile and continued on their way.
They were about three quarters of the way around the lake when Erika spotted the mother duck. The six yellow and one black duckling lined up behind her as they quacked and peeped their way through the water. “I’ll bring you something tomorrow.” Erika told the mother duck and young. “Especially you,” she looked directly at the black little guy, struggling to keep up with the others.
Once back to the main camp. Rachel had the girls of Columbine doing push-ups, sit ups, and other calisthenics.
“Are you sure we can’t shower in the morning?” Samantha asked Phoenix. “No one is even up yet.” As in reply to her plead, the loud speaker sounded playing Reveille.
“We have to take our turn like everyone else.” Phoenix told her. “We have some washcloths in the cabin. You can always give yourself a quick sponge bath.”
“What’s on the agenda for today?” Rachel looked to Victoria.
“After breakfast, we meet with Grizzly Adams for a nature hike.” She paused “I hope we don’t have to hike around the lake again.” She thought about if for a few minutes. “We then do something with rope, followed by lunch, then arts and crafts.” She closed her eyes, mentally scanning her mental list. “I think we play some soft ball and then swimming…. Or is it the other way around? Hmm. I’ll have to look again.”
The girls raced back to their cabin and took turns between cleaning up in the bathroom and changing for the day and cleaning up the cabin, getting it ready for inspection.
As soon as Rachel was clean and had her bed made, she took out the sewn together underwear and attached it to the long, stout, stick that Erika had brought to her. The stick was the perfect length and thickness, as it should be, it had taken Erika a long time to find it last night.
“I still think we should smear peanut butter across the crotches of the underwear.” Dani smirked.
“We’ll have to keep that for when the pranks start to get nasty.” Rachel smiled at her.
Once the cabin was swept, the beds made tightly and the extra shoes lined up, their laces tied and straps buckled, Rachel led the Columbine girls out of the cabin and unfurled their flag made of boxers and a pair of whitie-tighties. With the help of Dani, and Krystal, the girls cut the white briefs into large letters and sewed them to the flag of boxers.
When the girls arrived at the mess hall, the waited outside for a moment. As they waited a straggling girl from a different cabin ran up and excused her way to the door. When she saw the flag of underwear, she began laughing and entered the mess.
Rachel closed the door quickly behind her and waited for a few moments. “Ready?” She asked her cabin mates. All smiled at her with a gleam in their eyes, even Phoenix, who waited towards the back of their group.
Rachel nodded to Katie who swung the doors wide open and allowed Rachel to enter first with their make-shift flag. The mess hall erupted in laughter as they saw the Ladies in Lavender parade into the hall proudly with an underwear flag. Large white letters spelling out ‘OAK’ broadcast who’s cabin the underwear was from. The girls from other cabins were crying they were laughing so hard. Even the boy’s side of the room was filled with an uproar of laughter, many fingers pointed to the Oak cabin table where more than one guy sat red faced with embarrassment.
“Alright, Dani, take her to the nurses station then come on back here.” Skyler sent them on their way.
Skyler went back to the group. “Now don’t any of you go teasing that poor girl about this. If I hear that you that you have, you won’t be allowed near MY rope course.” He looked to each and every girl. “Okay,” he smiled. “Who’s next?” By Anistasia Allread |
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There was a collective sigh of relief. They had already been around the lake once this morning and they really didn’t want to make another circuit.
“We do have to walk a bit to get to where we are going.” Grizzly smiled at them. “Come.” He turned and began down the path that led around the lake.
The girls all looked to one another wondering where he was going if they weren’t to circle the lake again. About a third of the way around the lake, Grizzly stepped off the main path and onto what looked like a deer trail that went into the woods. A few minutes later, he led them into a small clearing. A bit of grass managed to grab hold here in among the towering trees. A large log occupied one side of the clearing.
“Have a seat ladies.” Grizzly instructed them. Once he was satisfied that they were reasonably comfortable he stood before them. “Today we’re going to begin your instruction on survival skills.”
For the next hour, the girls of Columbine and Grizzly Adams discussed different skills and ideas of surviving in the wild. Yeah, eating worms and beetles was a gross idea, but it sure beat starving, didn’t it? As for starting a fire with sticks? They had discussed it and Grizzly even showed them how it was done after they had each taken a turn at rubbing them together.
“My favorite way of starting a fire using two sticks is this one.” He smiled. He reached into a pocket brought forth a match and struck it against the rough bark of the log and started the kindling to a small blaze.
They went on to talk about building shelters and using each other for body heat. They talked about surviving in inclement weather as well as good weather. About dehydration and the need to leave signs and tracks if you intend to find your way out, so that others might be able to find you.
“Tomorrow,” he said, “We will put what we talked about today into practice. Wear jeans and good shoes. We will be making shelters, snares, and setting up a camp.”
The girls all looked to one another with excitement and disbelief, that is all of them, but Rachel; she had been coming to this camp for three years now.
“Go on back to camp.” Grizzly waved them away. “Smokey the Bear says, I’ve got to put out this fire.”
“What is this rope class?” Rachel asked Phoenix. “It must be new, cause we didn’t have it last year. Is it like tying knots and stuff?”
“You mean I actually know something that you don’t?” Phoenix teased her. “I guess you’ll just have to find out along with everyone else.”
Once back in camp, Phoenix led them out towards the road, then took a new trail that Rachel had never been down before, let alone seen. A little way into the trees, the underbrush opened up to reveal ropes all over tied between trees up high, and down low.
“Welcome Columbine.” A sinewy young man called to them. “I’m Skyler, and this is my rope obstacle course.
“Cool!” Rachel exclaimed.
”Oh Fuck!” Katie muttered.
Dani looked up at her tall friend, shocked at the four lettered word that she had just uttered. “Katie!” she admonished.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Katie’s face drained of color.
“Huh?” Dani questioned.
“I’m afraid of heights, remember?” Katie leaned up against a tree.
“Okay,” Skyler greeted them all with a smile as he finished wrapping up some rope. “Who here is afraid of heights?” He looked directly at Katie, and chuckled. “For some unknown reason, it’s usually the tall ones who are afraid of heights.”
Katie nodded her head.
“Anyone else?” Skyler glanced around at the girls. Erika saw Victoria hesitantly put her hand up. Skyler nodded in her direction and scanned for more. “Anyone else?”
Erika looked around as well. She felt kind of excited, she had seen the rope obstacle courses on various Television shows, and had always wanted to try it. She looked over to Samantha who looked to be almost as excited as she was.
“Alright, let’s go over safety issues before we get you swinging around like spider monkeys.” Skyler smiled.
Katie groaned.
He led them over to a large container that held helmets, and handed one to each of the girls. “Over in that box,” he pointed, “are gloves, go ahead and pick out a pair that fits you please.”
The girls found a pair that they were comfortable with then gathered around Skyler again.
“Okay, Ladies, let’s get rule number one straight: like Todd and his lake, this is MY Rope course. Anyone breaking the rules on MY rope course will be evicted immediately. Now, let’s go over some of the rules of MY rope course.
Skyler spent a few minutes outlining the rules for HIS course before taking a volunteer, which happened to be Samantha and showed them all how to get into their safety harnesses. He then had them all do so and checked to see that they were fitting right. Each harness had a number of carabiners. Skyler described the safety clips and how to use them, and how not to use them, such as clipping an unknowing cabin mate to a tree or rope.
Erika was having trouble. The harness was riding and getting caught between her gaffe and thigh or it would start pinching. She didn’t have any idea how she was going to do this. The pinching that it caused was quite painful, but she knew she would just have to grin and bear it, unless she took time out to go to the bathroom and remove the gaffe. But where would she put it until after the class? As long as she didn’t fall, or have to rely too much on the harness carrying her weight, she would be fine. She would just grin and bear it today.
Skyler then had them all put on their helmets, and then made sure that they fit to his satisfaction.
“All right, ladies.” Skyler grinned at them. “The first thing we are going to do is have you walk up a rope ramp.” He led them to one end of the rope course. “It’s Krystal, right?” he smiled to the large girl.”
Krystal nodded nervously.
“Krystal, I’m going to ask you to take the first step.” He took her gloved hand and led her to a thick rope that was staked into the ground. The rope angled up at an angle up to a tree. At waist height, on either side of the thick rope was another smaller rope. These two ropes were attached to the thick rope by another rope that zigzagged up and down between the thick rope and the two side ropes. “Krystal, go ahead and step onto the rope there, and put your hands onto the two side ropes to use as side rails.” He instructed.
“Are you sure?” Krystal looked to the sinewy guy. “You sure it will hold me?”
“If I had a doubt, I wouldn’t have asked you.” Skyler smiled. “Besides, up there, your weight won’t matter.” he looked up “you will be like a squirrel or monkey scampering amongst the tree tops.”
Skyler took a rope attached to her safety harness and clipped it onto a rope that ran above the main rope. “Once you get half way up, I want you to stop and do as I say.” He grinned at her. He leaned in close and whispered into her ear. Krystal looked shocked and then relaxed. “Okay Krystal, go ahead. Show these girls how it’s done.”
Krystal’s first few steps were very hesitant as she tested the rope’s strength and stability. Once she was confident that the rope wasn’t going to snap or bend to the ground under her weight, her steps quickened. She got up to the middle of the rope ramp and stopped. She turned her head towards Skyler, who had placed himself between Katie and Victoria.
“Okay, Krystal, I want you to bounce a little on the rope.” He called up to her.
Krystal looked concerned for a moment, then nodded and began bouncing on the rope. The thick rope bowed just a little as she bounced up and down on it.
“Little more Krystal,” Skyler smiled.
With her hands held fast to the side ropes, Krystal put more effort into the bouncing of the rope ramp.
“Okay, that’s good.” Skyler instructed. “Now I want you to use your feet and begin swaying the rope sideways each way. It won’t move much, but I want you to get the feel of how the ropes feel when they move under you.”
Krystal soon had the bottom rope swinging side to side beneath her, as her upper body seemed to be holding still.
“Awesome, Krystal.” Skyler praised. “Now I want you go ahead and walk on up to the top of the rope.”
“See there’s nothing to it.” Skyler told Katie and Victoria.
Krystal’s steps were much more sure now as she practically pranced up the ramp towards the tree. She stopped and looked back to Skyler.
“Krystal, you’re doing perfect.” Skyler encouraged. “Now, reach above you and unclip your safety line. And clip it to the red rope to your left.”
Krystal did as instructed and looked over her shoulder. “Great job Krystal. How do you feel up there?” he asked.
“This is incredible.” She squeaked.
“Told you, you’d like it.” Skyler grinned up at her. Now, on your left is a rope bridge. Go ahead and walk across it.”
Krystal looked across the bridge that she was standing on. It was at lease fifty feet to the other side. She took a few steps out on the bridge and looked down for more encouragement from Skyler. “Oh my God!!” she gasped. She hadn’t realized how far off the ground she was until now. The forest floor was a good twenty feet below her.
“What’s wrong Krystal?” Skyler asked, watching her every move.
“It’s just a long way down from here.” Krystal took a deep breath.
“Are you alright?” he asked, concern filling his voice.
“I’m fine. It just took me off guard is all.” Krystal took another deep breath and walked across the bridge without further incident.
“You’re incredible!” Rachel called up to her.
“Okay, see that pulley on your right?” Skyler called up to her. She nodded. “Clip your safety line into the red ring.”
“Okay.” Krystal announced.
“See the handles on each side of the pulley?”
Krystal nodded.
“Grab a hold of each one and jump.”
“What?” Krystal screeched. “You want me to jump?”
“Hold on to each side of the pulley and jump.” Skyler repeated. The pulley is like a zip line that will carry you down to that pile of foam and mattresses.”
Krystal’s sight followed the line that the pulley was attached to and saw a large pile of foam pads and mattresses. She looked back at the rope that the pulley was riding on.
“Are you sure it will hold me?” She asked.
“One hundred percent.” Skyler was making his way to where the foam was. “You’ve got it all the way Krystal.”
“Go ahead Krystal.” Rachel called up to her.
“You’re doing great Krystal!” Erika followed. “Just jump and enjoy it!”
Krystal grabbed a hold of each handle and closed her eyes. She didn’t jump but rather picked her feet up off the rope and screamed. The pulley moved slowly at first but it quickly picked up momentum and began its decent down the rope. Krystal took a breath and screamed again as she neared the foam padding. Just as she got over the foam, her hands slipped from the handles and she plummeted into the pads. She screamed again but this time the scream quickly turned into laughing out loud interrupted by squeals of delight.
“You were great, Krystal.” Skyler unhooked her safety line from the pulley.
Erika, Samantha and Rachel ran over to their mate and jumped into the foam around her.
“That was so brave!” Samantha told her. “Was it fun?”
“You're my idol!” Rachel hugged her. “You rocked that course.”
“That was really good Krystal!” Erika agreed. “I am so jealous, I wanted to go first.”
Skyler sent the pulley back up to the top of the zip line while Phoenix, Samantha, and Rachel helped Krystal to her feet.
“See Katie.” Dani looked to her tall friend. “It wasn’t so bad now was it? Krystal did great, and she didn’t fall or anything.”
Katie still looked as white as a sheet.
“Alright, ladies.” Skyler gathered them all around. “Krystal showed you all how to do it. Now it’s your turn. Katie and Victoria, did you want to go first and get it over with, or last?” Skyler looked to each of them. Neither spoke. “I’ll take that as last.” He smiled at them. “It’s okay,” he held each of their gaze for a moment. “I used to be scared of heights too.”
One at a time, each of the girls traversed the rope course while their cabin mates called encouragement up to them.
Victoria, through sheer determination and stubbornness, slowly made her way through the course. She was shaking when she landed in the foam, but she did it on her own.
Katie made it half way up the ramp and froze in place. Ten feet off the ground and she was like a statue, not moving, barely even breathing. Skyler tried talking her the rest of the way up the ramp, but she didn’t budge a muscle. She didn’t answer any questions or even make a noise. Finally, Skyler clipped in and went up the ramp to where she was and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and held her for a moment.
Erika watched as he whispered in her ear and held her. Slowly she was able to release one handrail then the other. Skyler relaxed his grip on her, but didn’t let go. He slowly took a step backwards, pulling Katie with him. She could see Skyler whispering encouragement into her ear as she slowly moved her foot back. Her eyes were clamped tight and her jaw was clenched. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in and blew out air.
“Phoenix, grab that red tackle box over there by that tree.” Skyler indicated with his eyes. “The rest of you I want you all to go over by the helmet and glove containers.”
“Is she okay?” Dani’s voice cracked with concern.
“She’ll be just fine.” Skyler smiled. “Katie and I just need some breathing room.” He turned back towards Katie and whispered softly I her ear.
Once on the ground, Katie collapsed in Skyler’s arms. Her knees buckled and he helped her sit on the ground, then laid her back cradling her head on his knees.
“What’s wrong?” Dani pleaded with Skyler and Phoenix.
“She just needs a few minutes to relax.” Skyler told her softly. “She’s doing just fine.” He soothed.
Erika watched with concern as Katie’s chest suddenly heaved a few times and began gulping air.
“That’s it.” Skyler encouraged. “Deep breaths. You’re doing wonderful Katie.
After a few moments, Skyler helped Katie to a sitting position. The tall model shook with fright and nervousness. “I’m sorry.” Katie turned red. “I’m so sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about, Katie.” Skyler soothed. “You did just fine. You just happened to look down and got a little scared. It happens to people all of the time.” He smiled warmly at her.
“I’m so embarrassed.” Katie’s eyes darted towards her cabin mates then back at her lap.
“Your cabin mates are just concerned for you.” Skyler explained. “They care about you very much and just want to make sure you’re all right… do you think you can stand?”
Katie nodded. Skyler helped her to her feet. Then looked over to her cabin mates. “All right girls. Someone needs a group hug.”
Erika joined her cabin mates in a surrounding Katie and embracing her in a heartfelt hug.
“Dani.” Skyler called to the dwarf. “Could you get out of your harness and walk Katie down to the Nurses station? Oh, don’t worry. I just want the nurse there to check her out and make sure she is doing better. It’s precautionary, I promise.” Skyler then went up to Katie and started helping her out of her harness. “Katie, I won’t even ask you if you want to try it again. I could use your help on the ground though when your cabin comes. Will you help me?”
Katie nodded.
“If, and I mean if, you decide to try the beginner course, I want it to be your decision. Don’t let your friends push you into it. And whatever you do, don’t be embarrassed by this…. Okay?”
“Okay, Skyler.” Katie smiled weakly.
“Alright, Dani, take her to the nurses station then come on back here.” Skyler sent them on their way.
Skyler went back to the group. “Now don’t any of you go teasing that poor girl about this. If I hear that you that you have, you won’t be allowed near MY rope course.” He looked to each and every girl. “Okay,” he smiled. “Who’s next?”
“What do you think, Erika?” Victoria smiled. “Shall we see if they still show ‘Ladybugs’?”
“Victoria, I would have thought, you’d be more interested in ‘Poison Ivy’.” Samantha sneered. “Why don’t you and Eric-a go watch ‘The Birdcage’?” Victoria shot back. Erika could feel her heart in her throat. Victoria said that she had a week to tell the others, and here she was forcing the issue. She wasn’t ready. By Anistasia Allread |
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Katie blushed and looked down away from her friends’ face. “I’m totally embarrassed. I’m so sorry I chickened out like that.” She apologized.
“What are you talking about?” Samantha spoke up. “You’re afraid of heights. You could have told us or even Skyler that you didn’t want to do the course.”
“And let you all down.” Katie sat down at their table, not daring to meet her cabin mates’ gaze.
“I kept telling her that she wasn’t letting you all down.” Dani piped up. “She won’t listen to me.”
“Katie, we all have dark secrets.” Krystal put a hand on Katie’s shoulder.
Erika looked over to Victoria who met her gaze with a hard stare. If her eyes had been lasers, they would have burned holes through the back of her head. Erika looked away; her heart skipped a beat. She was going to have to tell these friends of hers that she had been lying to them. These were her first real friends that she has had since she had met Summer, and now, she was lying to them.
They all took seats at their table. Victoria made a point to sit on the opposite end of the table from Erika. She continued to cast scowls down the table at her.
Mrs. Hobbs came out and announced the new weekly point totals for the cabins. Columbine was in the lead again for this week, but by a much narrower margin.
“Now for last week’s winner.” Mrs. Hobbs announced. The mess hall became deathly quiet. If there had been any roaches in the room, they would have been heard scurrying across the floor. “Last week’s point leaders and winners, are ……… Columbine cabin!”
The mess erupted in polite applause. Erika watched as Katie, Samantha, and Dani all squealed and bounced up and down in their seats.
Rachel jumped up, pumping her fist in the air. “Yeah!” she yelled. She then leaned across the table and high-fived all of her cabin mates.
“Columbine cabin,” Mrs. Hobbs continued after the cheering died down. “will be going into town next Saturday to watch a movie of their choosing.” She looked over at Erika and the other girls. “Nothing rated ‘R’.” she added.
Amber had their mugs all set out on the tables when they arrived at arts and crafts. “We need to finish sewing the leather together and nailing the bottoms on.” She greeted the Columbine girls. “Once you are done with that, we are going to be dipping them into this bee’s wax.” She pointed to a camping stove with a pot of yellowish liquid in it.
“What does the bee’s wax do?” Dani inquired.
“It will stiffen the leather and make it water resistant.” Amber explained.
“So that is what will allow us to keep our drinks from soaking through the leather?” Krystal examined her leather tube. She’d sewn it together, but hadn’t nailed the bottom in.
“No.” Amber picked up a finished mug. “Once you have bees waxed your mug, we put this epoxy in it. It will coat the inside of the leather, as well as the wood bottom and will seal it, allowing it to hold liquids.”
The girls sat down and began working on their mugs. Again, Victoria made a point in not sitting anywhere near Erika and Samantha.
“Amber, can you handle this bunch?” Phoenix asked.
Amber nodded. “Sure. I’ve got duct tape and a hot glue gun should anything go wrong.”
“I’ve got to go to a meeting.” Phoenix smiled. She shot a quick look over in Erika’s direction, but Erika pretended not to notice. “I should be back before you’re all done.”
“Where does she go all the time? And with who?” Dani wondered aloud after Phoenix left.
“Who knows?” Samantha ventured. “Rachel did counselors disappear for meetings like this last year?”
“Every once in a while they would….. But not this often.” She shrugged. “So what movie should we see?” Rachel posed to her cabin mates.
“Tootsie.” Victoria muttered low enough for only Samantha and Erika to hear.
“What’s that?” Rachel asked.
“Huh?” Victoria looked up. “Oh, I was just pondering what TO SEE.” She cast a glance over at Erika.
“What do you think, Erika?” Victoria smiled. “Shall we see if they still show ‘Ladybugs’?”
“Victoria, I would have thought, you’d be more interested in ‘Poison Ivy’.” Samantha sneered acidly.
“Why don’t you and Eric-a go watch ‘The Birdcage’?” Victoria shot back.
Erika could feel her heart in her throat. Victoria said that she had a week to tell the others, and here she was forcing the issue. She wasn’t ready. Especially not like this. She was hoping to sit them all down and tell them calmly, not have it blurted out in a verbal fight.
The other girls of the cabin stopped what they were doing and glanced back and forth between the girls, wondering what was going on.
“It looks like you need to watch ‘Nanny McPhee’ and learn some manners.” Samantha practically spat.
“HEY!” Rachel yelled. “What’s going on with you two?” she looked between Victoria and Samantha.
The two girls stared hard at each other, neither willing to look away from the stare down.
Rachel waited, glancing back and forth. “You two need to take this somewhere else.” She stood between the two. “Go on.” She demanded. “Go work this out. We do not want this in the cabin.” She looked between the two who were still locked in the stare down. “NOW!”
With eyes still locked, Samantha got up from next to Erika. Victoria mirrored her movements from the other table. Erika started to get up too. After all this not only concerned her, it was about her.
“I’ve got this one, Erika.” Samantha looked away from Victoria.
“Where are you two going?” Amber recovered from her shock and joined Rachel, Victoria, and Samantha.
“There is something that these two feel they need to fight over, and neither one wants to do it in front of us.” Rachel explained. “So, they can go somewhere else and figure out a compromise.”
“I don’t think so.” Amber stated. “You two need to work something out? You do it on your time, not mine… If you need to, I’ll get Phoenix or Director Hobbs, but you aren’t going to go off and scrap it out.”
Rachel looked to the normally quiet arts and crafts counselor then back to the two cabin mates. “Okay you two, keep your traps shut. You can figure this out after we’re done working on our mugs.” Rachel then turned to Amber. “I’m sorry Amber. I didn’t mean to over step my bounds. It’s just that this is my cabin and I don’t want fighting amongst my bunk mates. My cabin two years ago was torn apart by two who couldn’t get along.”
“It is important to get along with your bunkmates. It makes living with them much easier. I just can’t have two girls fighting, go off and duke it out.” Amber laid a hand on Rachel’s shoulder. “Perhaps Phoenix should sit down with them.”
Erika sat in utter disbelief. Never in the past few years had anyone stood up for Eric, or protected him. No one tried to save him from a laid trap; no one did more than snicker as he had been picked on. Here at camp, Samantha, the girl, of whom he had worshiped from afar, his golden goddess, the woman of his dreams, stood up for him as another tried to belittle him, and embarrass him. It all happened while he was Erika. How could this be? As a guy, no one would lift a hand to protect him or save him, but as a girl, Erika would get shielded from unnecessary belligerence?
The awe that she felt quickly turned to self-hatred. Sure, someone had stood up for her, but who was it? Samantha. Samantha was the one who Erika wanted so much to please, so much to show that she cared about her. Yet it was Samantha who stood up for her, making her feel even less of a person, a coward. The plague that Eric had always been.
Erika’s heart shrank, causing an ache that she had only felt once before, a pain that she felt when she found out that she had lost Summer. She hadn’t lost Samantha, but her cheerleading friend sticking up for her, was worse. It was along the lines of a girl whom a guy liked, telling him those ever so fatal words, ‘I just want to be friends. You’re like a brother to me’. For if Samantha stood up and defended Erika like she would a little sister, then there was no way that Samantha would ever see Erika in any other way than as just that, a little sister.
Erika pushed away her mug and got up from the table.
“Where are you going?” Samantha looked concerned. “You’re not done yet are you?”
“I am today.” Erika retorted. She walked over to Amber. “Amber, I really need to use the bathroom.”
Amber looked the pretty, blue-eyed girl up and down. She looked a bit paler than she was used to seeing her. The scowling, pinched face wasn’t the Erika that she had seen in her previous classes. “Okay, are you feeling alright?”
“I’m fine.” Erika lied, forcing a smile. “I just need to freshen up.”
“Go on ahead, honey.” Amber stroked Erika’s arm. “Come see me, if you need to go to the infirmary, okay?” she gave her a concerned smile.
“Okay.” Erika turned and quietly slipped away from arts and crafts and made her way to the nearest bathroom which was in the shower house.
Her eyes filled with tears, blurring everything around her into a Monet painting. Her face felt hot, from shame and embarrassment. How could she have let Samantha stand up for her? She probably should have just stood up, told everyone and find herself on her way home. Stupid. She muttered to herself, stupid, stupid, stupid. Why couldn’t you stand up to Victoria? Why? Now Samantha is treating you like a little sister, fighting your battles for you and you didn’t even blink. She pushed through the bathroom door and made her way to the end shower stall and collapsed on the bench in changing area. You just sat there like a dumb-ass while Samantha shielded you.
Tears flowed openly now that she had secluded herself. She drew her knees up to her chest and rocked backwards. Her body shook as she poured her soul into the sobs. Why? Why didn’t you do anything, you stupid, idiot? Her voice was barely a whisper. Why didn’t you stand up and fight your own battle? God! You’re so stupid! She pounded the back of her head against the wall, making a dull thumping sound. Samantha challenged Victoria and you just sat there like a dumb-ass!! A stupid dumb-ass!!! who can’t protect himself, or herself!
She threw her head back against the wall again, feeling a bit of smarts. For a few seconds, the sharp pain in her head over powered the tremendous aching in her chest. It felt like a python squeezing her heart, and every time the heart contracted to beat, the serpent tightened its hold. You may as well be back at school, getting stuffed in a garbage can……… You dumb-ass……… Stupid dumb-ass. Erika threw her head back again smacking it against wall and kept it there, as hot tears rolled unheeded down her face. I need to get away, to stop making this disaster any larger. She thought. Why do I always get into these messes? Why is it that’ the plague’ always comes back to haunt me? I need to just get away and figure out how to clean up this mess I got myself into.
Thoughts of losing Samantha were like waves washing over a sandy beach, always renewing the wetness of the sand, constant and never-ending reminders of pain.
She was startled to wakefulness by a hand, gently shaking her shoulder. “Hey, sleepy head, what’s the matter?” Dani was standing in front of her looking at her eye to eye.
“Nothing.” Erika’s head was foggy. Had she really dozed off? For how long?
“Well that’s bull shit.” Dani smirked. “I’ve spent too many hours crying in a bathroom stall to know that ‘nothing’ is wrong…. You want to talk about it?”
“No.” Erika sat up. “It’s just something I have to deal with.” She looked around disoriented. “What times is it?” She looked to her petite, blonde friend.
“You must have been really out of it.” Dani smiled. “We just finished Arts and Crafts. Amber sent me to see if you were all right. We are all heading back to the cabin to get prepared for our soft-ball game.”
“Thanks for waking me.” Erika heaved herself up.
“No problem.” Dani smiled. “Oh, you might want to wash your face before joining us in the cabin.”
“huh?” Erika looked confused.
“You have a major case of raccoon eyes.” Dani turned and walked out of the shower stall. “I’ll let them know that you’re on your way.”
Erika followed her out of the stall and went to the vanity sinks and looked in the mirror. Dark circles engulfed her red, swollen eyes and there were dark streaks that ran from her eyes down her cheeks. She took a couple of paper towels from the holder, wet them and went to work on wiping the makeup away from her eyes.
“Yep. You definitely need to leave. ‘The plague’ has made a mess of things, yet again. Victoria’s going to make you make a fool of yourself. You will be thrown into one of the boy’s cabins and beaten up. Or your parents will be called…. How are you going to explain this to them?” Her eyes scanned her reflected image from head to abdomen. “And to top it all off, Samantha thinks of you only as a little sister, who needs to be protected… just look at you!” She told the monstrous face in the mirror. “You’re a fucking mess!”
“Yes.” He found himself saying aloud. He thought about it again. “Yes….. yes, I enjoyed it. He found himself standing in the middle of no where, standing on the side of the road smiling. Smiling, because he enjoyed being a girl. He did enjoy dressing the part. Enjoyed the attention from both guys and girls. Enjoyed the friendships. He enjoyed being a girl and yes, he was content with it. By Anistasia Allread |
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Erika slipped from her blankets and silently slid to the floor. She knelt beside the lower bunk that Samantha slept in and centimeter by centimeter, opened her top drawer. She cautiously pulled her lap-top from under some of her clothes, swung a back-pack over her shoulder and took up her tennis shoes.
Victoria drooled on her pillow through an open mouth. The Hispanic newspaper editor and Samantha had gone off somewhere while the others made their way to the cabin to ready themselves for the game. Samantha recounted the conversation later.
Samantha, had told Victoria that she was to stop badgering Erika and making snide comments. Victoria told Samantha that she had changed her mind. Erika had three days to reveal her secret to the other girls in the cabin, or she was going to. ‘A week is too long to keep up this façade ‘she told Samantha. ‘Three days including today’. Victoria did agree to stop making comments to or about Erika for those three days, or until she make public that she was in fact Eric, a guy.
Erika fought the urge to stick some toilet paper into Victoria’s mouth. It would have only been fitting, with all of the shit that had been spewing from it.
Erika stealthily slipped up to Phoenix’s bed next to the door. Phoenix’s slow steady breathing never changed, Erika tucked the lap-top under her arm that held her shoes and ever so slowly turned the door knob. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. If Phoenix caught her, the whole thing would fall apart. She felt the inner spring of the knob tighten and stop. The door, released from its confines easily and quietly opened. As soon as there was a crack big enough for her to squeeze through, she found herself on the front step and attempting to close the door as silently as she had opened it.
Fresh air filled her lungs with the scent of the trees and of a heavy dew, that was promised in the morning. Erika winced and swore under her breath as she scampered barefoot down the path towards the parking lot.
Once she had reached a shadowed part of the lot, she sat down on a stump. She brushed away the pebbles and pine needles that were affixed to the soles of her feet, and slipped her tennis shoes on.
Although Victoria kept a civil tongue all evening, she did cast Erika dirty looks all afternoon and evening, and she went out of her way to make a show of concealing and covering up after showering, and changing her clothes. Rachel wasn’t happy with the cold truce that resulted from the meeting that Samantha and Victoria had that afternoon. All it seemed to do was internalize their problems. Neither of the girls would tell her what they were fighting about. The tension amongst the three girls was so thick that Phoenix kept looking from one to the other trying to figure out what was going on.
Breaking with the week-long tradition of wearing night-shirts and panties to bed, Erika changed into shorts and her Ramones T-shirt for bed, but no one seemed to have noticed. It was a bit chilly this evening for shorts but she figured that once she got moving, she would warm up. She slipped her lap-top into her backpack and Swinging it over her shoulder, she began a fast walk down the gravel road to the main road that lead to town.
The girls of Columbine cabin met the girls of Daisy cabin on the field for softball. Daisy cabin was ranked number four among the girl cabins and were not supposed to be a threat in the quest for points, especially in sports. Due to the tension between the girls of Columbine however, Daisy walloped them in the game. Rachel was fuming. It should have been an effortless win and easy points for their quest for the top cabin of the summer.
Although Erika had hit a few base hits and a double, Rachel and Katie were the power houses of their game. Dani, because of her height, played third base. Rachel was the obvious pitcher, since she had pitched softball for her school. Katie took short-stop, Samantha first base, and the rest worked the outfield, and took turns playing second base. Daisy cabin scored three runs due to the lack of Samantha, Victoria, and Erika’s communication. Dani was able to hit the ball, but had trouble getting to first base before the ball did. Krystal may have been good at kicking a ball, but she couldn’t hit, catch, or throw a soft-ball worth a damn.
The girls, bummed about losing the game, changed into their swimsuits and went down to the lake. Katie and Dani had fun playing around in the water together. Krystal, although she now had a swimsuit, refused to take off her shorts and shirt and get into the water. She stayed in the shade on the beach and pretended to watch everyone else.
The gravel drive that Erika had been following, finally met up with the main road. Erika looked both directions in the dark and headed in the direction of the town. If she remembered right, it was quite a way to the small burg, and she hoped that she would be able to get on a bus before the camp was awake and discovered her absence.
She didn’t have much in the way of money, but she thought she might have enough to get at least back home. Once there, she could wait until her parents had gone to work before going into the house. Erika could then begin the transformation back to Eric. Take the breast forms off, get rid of the gaffe, cut his hair and acrylic nails. He would just have to make his parents understand that camp wasn’t for him. As for school, that was harder. How could he convince his parents to allow him to transfer to another high school? There is no way he could return to his school, especially since Victoria knew about the summer.
Samantha was in awe with how natural Erika looked in her swim suit. The gaffe smoothed out the groin area and it didn’t hurt to take off, like duct tape had. The breast forms made her appear to have cleavage in a way that the old forms Samantha had given her couldn’t duplicate. The nasty looks that Victoria had cast her way were mixed with looks of confusion. Samantha said it was because Erika looked better in a swim suit than Victoria did. She did notice the boys at the lake taking more of a notice in her than they had in the past. Or was it because she had been on a date with the ever-popular Josh?
A semi-truck passed going the opposite direction. The wind from its passing buffeted her, blowing her hair around and into her eyes. She used her long blue nails to sweep it back, tucking it behind her ear as she continued to walk along the dark road, lit only by the half-moon in the virtually cloudless sky.
While spending their time at the lake, Erika spotted Kyle and Josh engaged in tossing a Nerf football around with guys from other cabins. Josh, going for a long pass, bumped into Samantha, knocking them both into the water. When they came up sputtering, Samantha splashed him in the face as he was about to take a breath. Once he stopped choking on lake water, he sought her out and apologized. The two spoke for a few moments before the guys playing ball kept calling him to re-join in their game. Samantha returned to the dock where Erika was sunning herself, her feet dangling in the cool water.
“Josh asked me on a date.” She had confided. “Do you mind?..... I’ll call it off, if you don’t want me to.”
Erika’s heart had stopped. Josh asked her Samantha out on a date. Her Samantha…. How could he? She tried to swallow the lump that suddenly formed in her throat, but couldn’t. She tried again and with considerable amount of effort was able to get it down. She felt her heart start up again, but it pounded painfully.
“Why should I mind.” She had said. “You like him don’t you?”
“Yes, he’s really cute.” Samantha grinned. “You really don’t mind?”
Yes I mind! Her brain screamed. You’re mine, Samantha. I love you…… I have always loved you…. Don’t go out with Josh the Jock! Instead she forced a smiled. “I don’t mind.” She had lied.
“Thank you Erika, you’re the best!” Samantha had thrown her arms around her and hugged her.
Tears flowed fresh in her eyes. The white line along the side of road became a winding blur as she walked between the line and the gravel lined ditch. A car honked a brief note as it passed, startling her. She flipped it off as its tail lights faded and disappeared around a corner.
The others in the cabin saw that I’m in love with Samantha. Why can’t Samantha see it? Part of the reason for Eric going along with this whole charade was because he hoped to show Samantha how much he loved her. Now she was going out with the hunk, Josh. How can she do this to me? How can she go out with Josh, when I’d do just about anything to for her love? I even dressed like a girl for her. That wasn’t totally true. He went to camp as a girl to keep from being picked on like he had at school. To avoid being thrown into bushes along the paths, to keep away from having a baseball thrown at his groin so that he lay on the ground coughing and gasping for breath like that one day in P.E last year. He had gone to camp as a girl to evade being ‘pantsed’ while on the dock at the lake. The memory of having someone jerk his shorts down at the public pool last summer, exposing his nakedness burned fresh inside him.
Samantha in their chat had said being a girl was just as hard as being a guy. Eric had to admit that it was difficult but in a different way. Girls were sneakier and more verbal in their destroying of one another. But he had also seen girls who didn’t have much in common, embrace one another as sisters. Dani and Katie for example, as different as night and day, yet in their differences, they found a bond as strong as sisterhood.
The clothes and taking care of your appearance was also more time consuming. But in a way, Eric found that he liked dressing up. He liked looking in the mirror and seeing a beautiful young woman looking back at him. Getting his hair cut and being fussed over was a great experience. A guy’s haircut was done almost before it started, but a girl’s hair cut was an experience to be savored. Getting his nails done was also a fairly pleasant experience. It probably would have been more enjoyable had Katie not been asking a million and one questions, but he found that he did enjoy the pampering. He was getting pretty good at applying make-up as well. At least he was getting faster….. of course, most of the time this past week, Erika would wear little more than mascara and a touch of eye shadow. But there was an art form to it and Eric had begun to appreciate the creativity that was involved.
Eric came to a sudden stop. Had he enjoyed being Erika? A cool breeze that whispered through the trees tickled his tresses. Absentmindedly he brushed a lock from blowing across his face. Had he really enjoyed being Erika? Had he really enjoyed shaving his legs, wearing skirts and wedged sandals? Had he really liked spending time polishing one another’s nails, planning outfits, and fixing one another’s hair rather than talking football, cars and movies? Seeing who could spit the farthest, who could bench more weight, who could run the fastest, swim the furthest? Had he really enjoyed being Erika?..... being a girl?
“Yes.” He found himself saying aloud. He thought about it again. “Yes….. yes, I enjoyed it. He found himself standing in the middle of nowhere, standing on the side of the road smiling. Smiling, because he enjoyed being a girl. He did enjoy dressing the part. Enjoyed the attention from both guys and girls. Enjoyed the friendships. He enjoyed being a girl and yes, he was content with it.
He began skipping down the road towards town…. towards the bus…… towards home…… his steps faltered.….. towards the death of Erika.
What are you doing, Eric? His mind questioned his judgment. If you go home, you won’t be able to be Erika. You dumb-ass. You go home and Erika is as good as dead. You won’t be able to wear cute clothes, you won’t be able to get your nails done, you won’t be able to hang out with the girls at school and have friends. If you go home…… Erika ceases to exist.
Eric reached down and picked up a rock and threw it as hard as he could down the road. “God damn it!” he screamed. He took a deep breath and screamed again. You go home, you moron, and not only does Erika die, but ‘the plague’ re-emerges. You go home and you are nothing but the loser that everyone says you are. You go back to the camp and tell the others and you are as good as sent home a loser and the laughing stock of the camp and later, the school.
“God! How do I get in these situations!?” he screamed. He dropped to the ground and sat there bathed in the silver light of the moon. The white line that marked the side of the road glimmered as small pieces of something in the paint reflected the moon light.
“Where do I go, God?” Eric looked up at the vast dark sky spotted with twinkling stars. “What do I do?”
The sound of a car coming down the road brought him to take note of his surroundings. A fenced field across the road held several cows, all standing still, two of them were looking directly at him, as if studying something unnatural, something alien. The other cows seemed to be grazing on grass that looked bathed in mercury in the night. Tall fir trees dotted with a few scrub oaks loomed over him from behind a barbed wire fence on his side of the road. He was on a straight away that curved about half a mile ahead. Head lights of the approaching car bounced as the car rode over bumps and dips in the road.
“Why does this shit always happen to me?” He called to God. Eric got to his feet and began walking once more. Slowly, he put one foot in front of the other. One step at a time, he headed towards the town. Towards the death of Erika. Tears fell unheeded from his eyes. It looks like Erika will have to die in order him to reach any resemblance of peace. He will have to go home and submit to the ire of his parents. Maybe he could convince them to allow him to spend some time with his grandmother. If he talked to her, maybe she could talk his parents into letting him transfer to another school. It couldn’t be any worse than being ‘the plague’ at his school, could it?
Who knows, given time, he might even be able to forget Samantha. Forget his longing to be with her. Who knows, He may, in time, even forget that for one week of one summer he was a girl named Erika.
“Do you miss being Eric?” Sasha looked at the pretty young lady across from him.
“Not a whole lot.” Erika stated after a pause. “Eric was picked on and teased by everyone, all of the time. He tended to shut himself up in a room with his computer.” “You do realize you’re talking about Eric in third person, don’t you?” Markus grinned. The look of shock donned on Erika’s face. “I ……. I …… Think I’m ….. becoming…. Two different people.” She realized. “Eric is someone who I used to be, someone I look back on and cringe at what he….. I went through.” By Anistasia Allread |
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“Oh shit.” Eric cursed. The camp woke up and found I was missing. Now they’re going to call my parents…… just as well.
“Erika?” a voice called from the passenger seat. “Erika, what are you doing?” It was Sasha. He was sitting in the passenger seat poking his head out of a Jeep Grand Cherokee
“Trying to make it to a bus station to go home.” Erika admitted.
“Whatever for?” Sasha questioned.
“To avoid a disaster.”
“Climb in the back.” Sasha ordered.
Emotionally drained, Erika didn’t have it in her to argue. She opened the door and slipped into the back seat.
“Erika, this is Markus, my partner. Markus, this is the young lady I was telling you about, Erika.”
The two exchanged brief greetings. Markus looked to Sasha who nodded before starting down the road again towards town.
“Okay honey, spill it.” Sasha ordered.
Erika quickly told the two men everything that had happened since she had left Sasha’s salon two days ago. She told them about Victoria finding out about her from her lap-top. She told them about Samantha going on a date with Josh and treating her like a little sister. About the ultimatum that Victoria gave her and Samantha. She explained that Victoria wielded some power at the school by being the editor in chief of the school newspaper and the possibility of Victoria telling the whole school.
“Wow. You’ve had a busy few days.” Sasha smiled warmly back at her.
“Mom’s?” Markus inquired from Sasha.
“Mom’s.” Sasha affirmed with a nod. He turned back to Erika. “Okay let’s see if I can get some things straight. You like Samantha, right?”
“I’ve liked her ever since I’ve met her.” Erika sighed.
“But she doesn’t know that you like her.”
“No.”
“And you began this whole thing this summer to appease her?”
“Kind of.” Erika admitted.
Markus pulled the Jeep into the parking lot of a diner. Two other cars and a truck were parked there as well. The neon sign over the diner read ‘Mom’s Place’.
“You’re going to have to hold that thought.” Sasha waved a hand out the window. “Mom’s is the best place to wallow in self-pity and to work out problems.” He smiled.
Red bench seats and white tables, dingy from years of use, met them as they entered the greasy spoon. Oldies music played softly over the speakers. A gray-haired man sat on a red barstool at a counter sipping a cup of coffee. Two guys sat at a lone table one was eating eggs and bacon the other pancakes drenched in syrup.
“Hey boys.” A middle aged woman called from behind the counter.
“Hello Helen.” Markus and Sasha greeted.
“I’ll be right with you.” She beamed. “Find your selves a seat.”
Markus led Sasha and Erika through a maze of tables to one off in a corner by its self, affording it with the most privacy.
“We need you to settle a dispute for us.” Sasha took Erika’s hand in his from across the table. “We can’t agree which is better, Mom’s apple pie, or pumpkin pie.”
“I can’t stay too long.” Erika looked for a clock. “I really need to get to the bus station and catch a bus home.”
“You have plenty of time.” Markus stated.
“Besides, this is our treat.” Sasha stroked Erika’s hand.
“Looks like a problem solving session.” Helen greeted them. “Your problem solving regular order?”
“Yes, thanks Helen.” Markus greeted her. He turned to Erika. “Erika, do you like hot chocolate? Helen makes the best, made with real milk, versus hot water, and topped with whipped cream.”
Erika smiled. “Yes, thank you.”
“Aren’t you a cutie?” Helen smiled at Erika. “I love your hair, Erika, did Sasha do it?”
“Yes, thank you. He cut it just the other day.” Erika beamed and ran her fingers through its length.
“Can I have the same here?” Sasha stated. “And could you double the usual?”
“Coming right up.” Helen winked at Erika and quickly disappeared into the kitchen.
“Okay, Honey, start from the beginning. Let’s see if we can help you find a way to fix this before the bus comes.”
Erika began out lining the events leading up to meeting Samantha in the park. Summer’s death, being ‘the plague’.
Helen set down two slices of apple pie and two slices of pumpkin pie down on the table along with two mugs of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and a glass of water for Markus.
Sasha pushed an apple pie in front of Erika and slid her a fork before taking a slice of pumpkin pie for himself. Markus took the other apple pie. Erika cut into the gooey slice of pie, allowing a touch of steam escape. She blew on it slightly and slid it into her mouth. Roasted apples, mixed with sugar and cinnamon filled her mouth.
“Oh, that is good.” She closed her eyes briefly to block out extra stimuli so that she could savor the complex tastes.
After another bite and at the urging of the two men treating her, she continued with her tale. She told them about Eric’s parents enrolling him for summer camp without his consent. The challenge issued from Samantha along with her changing his camp application. Samantha’s transforming Eric into Erika, then everything that happened the first week of camp, including the friends that she had made the date with Josh and the fall out afterwards. She told them about Victoria working out clues about who she really was and getting the confirmation off her lap-top. The ultimatum and the situation she currently found herself in, being found out, either direction she took.
Before she realized it, she was savoring the last bite of the pumpkin pie as well. She didn’t even remember finishing the apple pie, but its empty plate stood testimony of her appetite. The pumpkin custard was rich with the layers upon layers of spices, ginger, cloves, cinnamon, and mace. Its light texture allowed the spices to ‘breathe’ in her mouth, adding to its goodness.
She looked up to see Markus and Sasha relaxed in their seats and listening with intent to her story.
“Aren’t you tired?” Sasha asked.
“I should be its late.” Erika admitted.
“No, I mean after the emotional rollercoaster that you have been on all week.” Sasha clarified. “I’d be exhausted.”
“Been there, done that.” Markus agreed. He leaned forward on the table. “You’ve really got yourself into a fix don’t you, hon? No one to turn too, except this, Samantha, who only pays attention to you when cute guys aren’t around.”
Erika nodded.
“Let's start with the most important issue first.” Sasha fixed Erika with a penetrating gaze. “Being true to yourself…. Once we figure that out, then we can go about fixing this other stuff.”
Markus nodded agreement.
“Erika, have you ever, before this all happened, dressed as, or wanted to be a girl?” Sasha inquired.
Erika thought about it real hard, going back to Eric’s early adolescents, his time with Summer, his time as a recluse at school. “No.” she shook her head. “No I had never thought about it before Samantha whisked me off and had me dressed in a skirt and bra.”
“How did you feel dressed in a skirt at Samantha’s house?” Sasha inquired.
Erika thought back to that afternoon standing in Samantha’s bedroom trying on woman’s clothes for the first time. With all that had happened in the past couple of weeks, that moment felt like it was ages ago. “Funny….. Scared….. weird.” Erika found words to describe it.
“And how about now?”
How did she feel about it now? The clothes were made of softer materials which felt wonderful against her skin. The T-shirts were a bit more snug fitting, but with the breast forms that Sasha had given her, she was more at ease wearing the more revealing ones. As for skirts? Erika found that she enjoyed the freedom they allowed her, the airiness, and they made her legs look great. “It’s seems a normal part of my life now.” Erika stated. “Although I’ve found that, in a strange way, I like how I look, and I don’t mind wearing skirts.” She blushed a bit at this last admittance.
“You make a very lovely young lady.” Markus smiled. “If I hadn’t known any better, I would never have guessed….. You still have some rough edges, but you’ll smooth those out in time.”
“Do you miss being Eric?” Sasha looked at the pretty young lady across from him.
“Not a whole lot.” Erika stated after a pause. “Eric was picked on and teased by everyone, all of the time. He tended to shut himself up in a room with his computer.”
“You do realize you’re talking about Eric in third person, don’t you?” Markus grinned.
The look of shock donned on Erika’s face. “I ……. I …… Think I’m ….. becoming…. Two different people.” She realized. “Eric is someone who I used to be, someone I look back on and cringe at what he….. what I went through.”
“Do you like being Erika?” Sasha inserted.
Erika thought about the girls she had spent time with in Columbine cabin. She thought about the pranks they pulled on Oak cabin and the encouragement that she felt from her cabin mates as she played volley ball, or kick ball. She felt like she was one of the team, not an outsider watching others have fun and hoping that she wouldn’t screw up when it came to her turn. She thought back on the way they supported her as she worked her way through the rope course. She reflected on the quiet time they spent together, enjoying one another’s company as they walked around the hushed lake in the morning. She enjoyed having someone come to her, and trust her with a secret, or ask her to help solve a problem. For the first time in a very long time, even before she had lost Summer, she felt wanted, felt needed. Like she counted and like she meant something to someone.
She must have been staring off in space for a while, because when she blinked, she was slightly startled to see Markus and Sasha leaning forward looking at her intently.
“Yes, I do like being Erika.” She told them slowly as if sampling each word for the first time. She began to smile. “I do like being Erika.”
Erika stood stunned. Her breath still held; she wasn’t prepared for this. For all three and a half or so feet of her size, Dani seemed to tower above her.
“I, uh……… I, uh……..” Erika stammered.
“Come with me.” Dani demanded breathlessly as she turned and all but stomped to the bathroom.
Once inside, Erika closed the door, making sure that no one else was awakened by their retreat.
“Why were you sneaking back in?” Dani whispered harshly. “What were you doing out of the cabin in the first place?”
“I was just taking a walk.” Erika lied.
“Before the alarm goes off and with a back-pack?” Dani pointed to the pack slung over Erika’s shoulder.
Just then, the alarm clock went off, playing popular rock music. Groans and not so nice words followed the sound of the alarm.
“Can we talk about this on the trail, Dani?” Erika begged, trying to buy time “Not in the middle of the bathroom while everyone is getting ready for our morning exercise?”
Dani just stared hard at her.
“Please?” Erika begged. “On the trail, I’ll tell you….. Ineed to talk to you anyway.”
“Tell me what?” Dani put her hands on her hips.
“Are you done in there?” A voice asked from the other side
of the door.
“Please.” Erika pleaded.
“Fine.” Dani stomped over to the door and opened it.
“Wow. Look who the early risers are.” Katie looked like a zombie as she headed towards the toilet.
Erika dodged out of the bathroom and quickly tossed her backpack up onto her bunk and covered it with a blanket before heading outside to wait for the others to get ready for their morning exercise routine.
“How am I going to do this?” She muttered to herself. “How am I going to tell them so that they won’t either hate me, orgo running off to Mrs. Hobbs.” Dani, I’ve been lying to you and the girls, I’m actually a boy “who’d buy that?” Dani, remember how each of us has a secret? Well mine is that I’m really a boy. Erika shook her head and brushed her bangs out of her eyes. She remembered that she was supposed to have bangs in her eyes and fingered them back into place.
“Aren’t you up early today.” Samantha joined her.
“It’s a long story.” Erika mumbled. “I’m going to tell them today.”
Samantha grew solemn. She walked over and hugged Erika. “No wonder you’re up so early……Did you get any sleep?” She inquired.
“I never fell asleep.” Erika squeezed her momentarily. Then started to feel her heart start to break just a bit more. She pulled away from Samantha and looked away.
“Do you want me to help?” Samantha asked.
There was a long pause……. “I don’t know, yet.” Erika shrugged. “I’m going to talk to Dani first and explain it to her. Depending upon her reaction, I may need your help.” That is if you’re not too busy pondering your date with Josh. This last part Erika kept to herself.
“This will be an exciting day.” Samantha grinned as the others joined them from the cabin.
Dani looked strangely at Erika as she came out of the cabin and they began their walk around the lake.
Erika hung back from the main group, walking a bit slower. The sky was overcast and looked like it might threaten to rain today. Perfect weather for what I have to do today. She
thought glumly.
Once they had gotten a quarter of the way around the lake Dani fell back to walk beside Erika.
“Okay, Spill it.” She looked up at the pretty dark haired girl.
“It’s kind of complicated.” Erika warned.
“Everything is complicated.” Dani sighed. “So why were you out of the cabin with a back pack this morning?”
A silence fell between them as Erika tried to gather the courage to tell her blonde friend of the situation, she found herself in. Her heart beat a bit faster, and her palms began to sweat as she took a deep breath. “Remember yesterday when we were talking about everyone
having their secrets?”
Dani nodded. “yeah.”
“Well, I have a really big secret, and one of the other girls in the cabin feels that I need to tell the rest of you.” Erika began. “Rachel doesn’t like snakes, right? Katie’s afraid of heights,
and Samantha’s sister committed suicide.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Dani inquired.
Erika looked from the trail to her blonde friend. “This is really hard for me to tell you, and I need you to promise not to blow up or something.” Erika’s face was losing color. “I also need to have you hear me out… Okay?”
“Sure.” Dani looked concern. “I’m sure it can’t be all that bad, Erika.”
Erika didn’t respond for a long moment. “Samantha and I have been lying to all of you about something….” She paused and took a deep breath. “Our first day here at camp, do you remember me telling you that I was called names, teased, and looked down upon?”
“Yeah.” Dani nodded. “Something about being accident pone.”
Erika looked at her short friend for a long moment, wondering just how to explain this.
“Right. Sorry.” Dani made a motion as if locking her lips with a key and tossing it away.
“I was called ‘the plague’ by everyone at school.” Erika explained. “I was picked on mercilessly. I was tripped, called names, laughed at and humiliated in some pretty awful ways.” Erika looked to make sure that Dani wasn’t going to try and say anything. “I didn’t meet Samantha’s sister Summer on line, exactly… we all went to the same school together. Summer, Samantha, myself……. and Victoria.”
Dani looked puzzled but remained quiet, keeping her promise so far.
“Summer, Samantha’s sister was somewhat of an outcast as well. I don’t know why, she was very pretty, but she didn’t allow people into her life. Her circle of friends was very small. She took pity on me in a way and befriended me. Even though she was an upperclassman, she would sit with me at lunch and after school…… We became really good friends.” It still pained her to think of her lost friend, and that sadness was creeping into her voice. “After she killed herself, I had no one to turn to, no one to talk to, no one to share my grief with….. To make it worse, with Summer gone, the harassment and practical jokes at school increased…… I was ‘the plague’. Anything I touched was tarnished. People would shy away from me in the halls, make rude gestures or comments, when they thought I couldn’t see them or hear them. I was to be avoided at all costs…… quarantined by my own classmates because I was different.” Erika could see that Dani wasn’t believing anything she was telling her, but kept her silence.
“I didn’t want to come to Camp Kumoni, Dani.” Erika looked out over the lake to avoid her look. It’s waters reflecting the grey of the overcast sky. “I didn’t want to be treated as badly here as I was while at school.” Tears started welling in her eyes. “That’s when Samantha contacted me and met with me…. She told me a way that I could come to camp and not be stuffed in garbage cans, tripped into the bushes, or pantsed at the lake….. She told me that I could make friends…… Friends that would like me for who I am. Friends who would not humiliate me because I was‘the plague’…….. I didn’t want to believe her at first…. But anything could be better than what I had been going through, what I had felt.” Erika dared a look at Dani who seemed to be confused but listening intently. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Thump, thump…….. Thump, thump….. Thump, thump. Her hands became clammy with cold sweat. “Dani. My name isn’t Erika Martinez……. It’s Eric Martin…… I’m a boy.”
There it was, out in the open and now in Dani’s possession to use as she deemed.
Dani stopped walking and looked up at the dark-haired beauty standing before her. Her mouth dropped open. She closed, it but then if slowly opened up.
Thump, thump……. Thump…….. thump, thump. Erika’s heart skipped a beat yet again as she waited for a reaction from Dani. Something other than the ‘gaping fish’ look that Dani was sporting.
Dani began to recover and smiled. “This is a joke, right? A prank to get little Dani.”
“What?” Erika looked unsure of the reaction. “No, Dani this is not a joke.”
“Prove it.” Dani stated. “Prove to me that you’re a guy.”
“What? You really want me to just whip out my…… my dick for you, to prove that I’m really a guy?” Erika was shocked.
“Yeah.” Dani answered.
Erika looked around……. No one was nearby. Most of the cabin were way ahead of them on the trail, they were probably on the other side of the lake by now. She looked back at Dani who watched her with a smug look on her face. Erika sighed and reached into her shorts and
began to free herself.
“What are you doing?” Dani inquired. Unease crept into her voice.
“Adjusting to show you my dick.” Erika looked up at Dani through a veil of bangs. “It’s kind of hard to get to when I’m wearing this gaffe.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you.” This time it was Dani’s color that drained from her face.”
Erika stopped what she was doing and slowly pulled her hand from her shorts. “Of course, I’m serious, Dani. I’ve been serious this whole time.”
Dani’s was in total shock. She just stared at Erika, trying to wrap her brain around the issue just presented to her. Erika was a boy.
“Why?” Dani finally blurted.
“Why, what?” Erika asked for clarification.
“Why would you want to be a girl?”
Erika just looked at her short friend. “I thought I just told you.”
“It’s not for getting your jollies watching us change or shower is it?”
“What!? No!” Erika shook her head. “I didn’t try sneaking peeks or anything, I promise.” Erika looked Dani in the eye and made sure she had her gazed locked. “I swear to you, Dani, that I didn’t try peeking or ogling anyone in the cabin.”
After a moment Dani broke her gaze. She looked back on all of the times that the girls of the cabin were changing or showering. Each time they changed, she thought it was a bit strange that Erika would always face the wall, but she had just assumed that Erika was shy. Now she understood a bit more.
“Do the others know?” She looked up at Erika.
“Samantha has helped me from the beginning.” Erika confessed. “Victoria found out Saturday while we were in town.”
“That explains why she has been bitchy and arguing with you and Samantha.”
“Yes.” Erika sighed. “She knew me as Eric Martin from school and wigged out. I don’t exactly blame her either. I just wish she could give me a chance to prove that I’m one of you.”
“Are you?” Dani raised. “Are you one of us? You said you weren’t attracted to boys. Were you telling the truth?”
“I’m not attracted to them. I’m attracted to Samantha.” Erika insisted.
Another pause punctuated their talk. The morning birds were squawking and calling to one another through the trees. Two squirrels seemed to be playing tag as they bounded after one another up and down trunks and across the path.
“So I’m the first one you’ve talked to this about?” Dani raised an eyebrow at Erika.
“Yes.”
“Why me? Why not Rachel. She seems to be our leader.”
“I don’t know….. maybe because, she can be very intimidating…… maybe because you caught me sneaking back in.” the two girls began walking down the path again.
“Why were you sneaking back in? where did you go? What were you doing?” Dani barraged her with questions.
Erika took a deep breath. “I ran away last night.”
“You ran away?.....Why?”
“When Victoria found out that I am… was Eric, she gave Samantha and I an ultimatum. We had to tell you all by tomorrow or else she would rat us out.” Erika paused, tears streamed down her face unheeded. “I got scared….. I love you girls so much and I couldn’t stand it if I hurt you in any way. I just felt that I should go and leave you all alone.” Erika’s voice quavered as she spoke.
“What brought you back?” Dani was moved by Erika’s conviction.
“As I was walking down the road. I realized a few things….. The first is that I run away from problems too much.” She smiled at Dani through tear blurred eyes. “the second, is that I like being a girl…. I like being Erika.”
“What is so different about being Eric, versus Erika?” Dani looked Erika up and down.
“Well…… other than terrified of being found out, I’m actually more comfortable as Erika.” She explained. “As Eric, ‘the plague’, I had to constantly watch my back. I never knew when someone would be sneaking up on me to put a sign on my back, trip me or yank on my back pack causing me to fall. As Erika I only have had to worry about someone peeking at me while showering, or my dick showing if I don’t sit right in a skirt.” Erika dried her eyes and looked out into the lake for a moment looking for her friend, the little black duckling. “Eric only had one friend, and she killed herself….. Erika has a whole cabin full of them… at least I hope she will still have a whole cabin full of them.” She looked to her side at Dani.
“Since we are on this honesty thing.” Dani looked up at Erika. “I have to tell you; I am a bit weirded out by you being a guy. I have only known you as Erika, and I like Erika……. I just have a hard time believing that you are a guy.” She shook her head and smiled weakly, “Ireally hate you, you know.”
“What?” Erika was confused.
“I hate you.” Dani continued. “Here you are this beautiful, blue eyed girl with gorgeous hair, and you’re not even a real girl…… I’m just a mal formed reject of a girl with stubby legs and a mis-shapened head. But you, you’re soooo perfect with that cute body of yours, and that creamy, flawless complexion. Then it turns out that you’re a guy and looking better than me… I have every right to hate you.”
“There you are.” Samantha came jogging down the path, her blonde ponytail bounced from side to side behind her catching the light as it filtered through the trees.
God, she is beautiful.
“Everything alright?” She asked looking from one to the other.
Erika looked at Dani. “Is everything alright?” she asked the petite blonde.
Dani smiled up at Erika. She took her hand in hers and gave a squeeze. “Yeah.” She said, then looked to Samantha. “Erika and I were just having a heart to heart.” She told Samantha. “I’m still tripp’n about it a bit, but I think I can handle this.”
Samantha fell to her knees and engulfed Dani in giant hug. “Thank you, Dani.” She whispered in her ear. “Thank you so much.”
Samantha disentangled herself from Dani and was replaced by Erika. “Thank you for giving me a chance.” She told her. “Let’s just hope the others will too.”
“Speaking of the others…” Samantha interrupted. “They sent me back to find you. Rachel is upset that you two fell so far behind, and Victoria is stewing in her self-righteousness.”
“One down, several more to go.” Erika sighed. “I just hope they go as well as this did with you.” She smiled at Dani.
“Shall we talk to Katie next?” Dani smiled.
“We?” it was Erika’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
“We’re in this together, now.” Dani stated. “Besides, if we can get Katie to see you and accept you as a girl, then it will be tougher for Rachel to throw a wrench in your staying a part of our cabin.”
“How do you think Katie will react?” Samantha inquired.
“I guess we are about to find out.” The girls re-entered the camp and approached the rest of the cabin doing sit-ups and crunches.
“Whoah, Erika, are you all right?” Rachel asked, studying Erika’s chest.
Erika looked down to find that a flap of her breast form had gotten torn in the scuffle. Shit! She screamed internally. How am I going to explain this to Sasha. She quickly slapped a hand over the loose flap and started back to the bathroom. “Why isn’t it bleeding?” Rachel inquired, concerned for her cabin mate. By Anistasia Allread |
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The three girls joined the torturous calisthenics with strange and disapproving looks from Rachel. Once done with the burning and aching muscles, the girls all made their way back to the cabin and began cleaning it getting it ready for morning inspection. One by one each of the Columbine girls entered the bathroom and took a quick sponge bath and exited wearing their clothes for the day. Today because of the survival class they were all wearing their jeans.
"What took you and Erika so long to get around the lake?" Katie asked her short, blonde friend.
"We had to discuss some important issues." Dani shrugged. "We'll explain them to you a little later."
"What issues?" Katie persisted.
"I can't tell you about them until later." Dani insisted. "Samantha and Erika have to be in on it."
"Fine…Whatever." Katie went back to making her bunk a little hurt, an now curious.
"Hey Victoria." Rachel called from the bathroom. "What is our schedule like for the day?"
"After the survival class, we have horseback riding….. I think it said something about trail riding." She looked to Rachel in askance.
Rachel nodded. "We get out of the arena and get to ride on one the easier trails. What else?"
Victoria thought for a moment. "I believe we have lunch after that followed by another kickball game. Canoeing on the lake, and then I think it said two hours of free time before dinner."
"Sounds like a busy day." Krystal sighed. "With days like this, who needs morning exercise."
"Hey there." Rachel looked over at Krystal sternly. "We'll have none of that kind of talk in this cabin. Krystal, you are doing amazing. Look how fast you are getting round the lake now, compared to last week."
"She has a point, Krystal." Erika smiled. "At this rate, you'll be running around the lake in a week, maybe two." She stifled a yawn and went back to sweeping the floor.
"Hopefully we'll be running you out of here before then." Victoria sneered in passing.
"What did you say?" Samantha asked aloud.
"I said, that 'hopefully she'll be running around the lake before then.'." Victoria managed to cover it up. She walked over to Samantha. "If the cabin isn't told by tomorrow night, I'll be telling them."
"Oh, get over yourself, Victoria." Samantha walked away from the girl.
Erika entered the bathroom with her change of clothes and locked the door behind her. She tried hard not to yawn, but couldn't hold it in. She was extremely tired from the last few, very emotional, days. She quickly stripped from her shorts and Ramones t-shirt and let them drop in a pile next to the door. It had been just over a week since She had become Erika and already putting on and taking off her bra was becoming second nature.
The new breast forms that Sasha had given her the other day were starting to feel natural, as if they really were part of her. Looking from her chest to the mirror, she checked the seams of the forms to make sure that they weren't pulling from her skin yet. If she could convince the cabin to keep her, she would have to pull them off in a day or two and reattach them.
She covered a big yawn and changed her panties before slipping into the one pair of jeans that she and Samantha had packed. Having fabric wrapping her legs was almost an alien feeling to her. She had spent the past week or so in shorts and skirts. She was quickly learning to appreciate the movement and freedom that skirt gave her. She also liked the way the fabric moved and brushed against her legs, or how sometimes it flared when she turned quickly, swaying and falling into place.
Erika buttoned the jeans and grabbed a fresh bra from her pile and attached the closures on it, slipping her arms through the straps and pulling her hair free. The bra straps still felt a bit alien to her, especially the back one, but it was one of the things she was going to have to live with this summer. Especially if the girls will accept her as one of their own. Dani's non-reaction this morning was encouraging.
Screams, shouts and strange noises erupted from the front of the cabin. Loud hissing accompanied by deep laughter, screeches and screams. Erika quickly unlocked the door and charged into the front to find boys wearing bandanas over their nose and mouth spraying her cabin mates and their cabin with fire extinguishers. White powdery mist enveloped and covered everything. Flashes from cameras reflected off the white propellants and made the room appear filled with a bright powdery snow.
Victoria lay on her bed curled up in a fetal position covering her head while a boy masked with a tied t-shirt sprayed the cold powdery substance over her. Krystal was stuffing a book up under her blouse as she was being doused. Rachel charged into the fray and began punching and slugging at the nearest boy who dropped the red canister in order to defend himself from her onslaught of blows.
Their red-haired leader, Phoenix, stood in defiance and was screaming for the boys to leave the cabin at once, while Dani, Katie and Samantha joined Rachel in punching, kicking and pushing the boys and their attack out the front of the cabin.
Erika ran forward and lowered her shoulder at the last instant, slamming into the boy standing and laughing over Victoria as he sprayed the extinguisher over her. The larger boy not expecting the force of her charge fell away from the bed. She felt fingers rake across her chest and snag on her bra for a split second before he fell to the floor.
"Leave her alone!" Erika screamed at the boy who looked up from the ground in surprise. "Get out of here!" she kicked at the guy who was already scampering out of the way holding the t-shirt over his face and still laughing; but it was more of a nervous laugh than one of dominance.
The boy had joined the others of what just had to be Oak cabin bunched up in the doorway fending off blows from the girls as camera flashes went off. Erika gathered her will and charged at Kyle, who’s mask had slipped, through a hole between Rachel and Krystal. Her force knocked Kyle backwards into the guys behind him, who in turn lost their balance on the front step. The whole lot of them fell in a tangled mess.
Still laughing, the boys gathered themselves up off the ground and began jogging off, high-five-ing one another.
"And Stay out!" Dani yelled at them.
"Is everyone alright!?" Phoenix called out. The whole front of her was white with the chemical that was sprayed.
A collection of 'yes' and 'yeah' was heard from the girls.
"No!" a sob came from Victoria's bed. "I've got some in my eyes…… they burn!" she screamed. "God, it burns!"
"Damn it! I knew this would lead to someone getting hurt." Phoenix swore. She went over to Victoria. "What is it, Victoria?"
"My eyes." She screeched. "They blew it in my eyes."
"Okay, let’s get you down to the infirmary." Phoenix helped her to sit up. "Come on Victoria. That's it." She said guiding her to the door.
"You okay, Victoria?" Katie asked.
"They burn." Victoria cried. "My eyes, they burn." Traces of tears streaked through the white powder covering her face.
"We're on our way to the infirmary." Phoenix soothed. She turned to the other girls. "Get the cabin cleaned and then take a shower before going to the mess hall. I'll let them know you'll be late."
The girls watched as Phoenix carefully walked Victoria down the path towards the infirmary, and Director Hobbs office.
"I hope she'll be alright." Katie said to no one in particular.
Rachel turned to Erika. "Nice hit, Erika." Rachel put her hand up for a high-five. "You should think about playing football."
"No thanks." Erika slapped her hand. “I hate football players.”
"What's the best way to clean this stuff up?" Dani looked to their leader.
"Whatever you do, don't get it wet." Samantha warned. "Broom, vacuum or perhaps a blower would work best. We had to clean up after a fire at a friend’s house once. If that stuff gets wet, it is a real bitch to get clean."
"I'll start sweeping." Dani volunteered.
"Rachel, is there someplace in this camp that might have a shop-vac?" Samantha inquired.
"The kitchen staff might have one." Rachel shrugged. "If they don't have one, they might know where to get one."
"Katie, could you check with the kitchen?" Samantha inquired. "I'm going to see if Daisy Cabin has an extra broom." She followed Katie out the door.
"Whoa, Erika, are you all right?" Rachel asked, studying Erika's chest.
Erika looked down to find that a flap of her breast form had gotten torn in the scuffle. Shit! She screamed internally. How am I going to explain this to Sasha? She quickly slapped a hand over the loose flap and started back to the bathroom.
"Why isn't it bleeding?" Rachel inquired, concerned for her cabin mate.
"I don't know, let me take a look." Erika quickly closed the door to the bathroom and locked it.
"Do you want me to take a look at it?" Rachel asked. "It might need some cleaning."
"I've got it." Erika insisted. "I could use a band-aid though." She looked in the mirror at what looked to be a loose flap of skin that flapped open.
No wonder Rachel was curious, it looked a bit gross if you thought it was real skin. Erika rummaged around in her toiletries bag and dug out the adhesive glue that Sasha had given her and carefully re-applied the form to her skin. With a bit of that cover-up make up that Samantha had insisted that she packed, she daubed and smoothed it over the offending site, and blended it into her skin.
A knock on the bathroom door interrupted her thoughts. "Got you a band-aid." Rachel's muffled voice called.
Thinking quickly, Erika grabbed a wash cloth and placed over the now repaired site and unlocked the door.
"Okay, let me see it." Rachel insisted with a hand on her hip.
"It's nothing." Erika protested. "I just wanted the band-aid to keep it protected.
"Fine, but it better not get infected, or I'm going to make your life hell." Rachel warned. She handed the band-aid over and closed the door behind her.
Erika locked it again and quickly put the band-aid on over the site to keep Rachel from taking any more interest in it. She then pulled on her top and stretched out tired muscles. The attack of the boys had charged her body with adrenaline, but it was already starting to wear off. She was so tired. She didn't know how she was going to make it through the day.
She brushed her hair back and wrapped an elastic around it, keeping her fringe out to accent her eyes.
With two brooms and a shop-vac, the cleaning of the cabin went a bit quicker than they had expected.
Just as they were finishing up, Director Hobbs knocked on the door frame. "Good morning girls, may I come in?"
"Of course, Director Hobbs." Rachel gave the Director a cheesy smile.
"I just wanted to come by and let you ladies know that Victoria is going to be alright." She looked each girl in the eye. "Pranks aren't allowed at this camp and they are to stop immediately." She paused for impact. "I need to know which cabin was responsible for this…" She looked around at the remains of the mess that they were cleaning up. "This mess, as well as the name of the boy who assaulted your cabin mate."
"I'm not sure which cabin came in here, Director." Rachel answered quickly. "It happened so fast and it was so confusing…. Right girls?" She posed to the others.
"No, I was still under my blankets and didn't get a good look." Dani agreed.
"I was in the bathroom." Erika added.
"I'm sorry Director." Samantha shook her head. “The boys I saw were wearing masks, and I was so surprised and trying to protect myself, that I didn't make out any faces."
Director Hobbs sighed. "Well, if you girls happen to recognize your assailants, I'd like you to inform one of the counselors or myself. I need to put a stop to this prank business before someone else gets hurt."
"Of course, Director." Rachel smiled, walking the director back to the door. "We're glad to hear that Victoria is all right, and if we recognize one of the boys, then we'll let you know immediately."
"Thank you, girls. You've done a good job at cleaning up the mess. Breakfast will be ready for you when you are ready."
Rachel waited until Director Hobbs was a down the path before turning back to the cabin.
"Why didn't you want us to tell her did this?" Katie inquired with hands on hips.
"Did you have fun pranking Oak cabin?" Rachel posed.
"I…. I guess so….. yes." Katie had to think about it.
"If we rat out Oak for this, then what's to keep them from ratting us out for what we did to them the other day or after we get back at them?" She smiled at her cabin mates.
"Honor among thieves." Krystal smiled.
"Yes." Rachel smiled. "If every time a cabin gets raided or pranked, they go to Hobbs, then by the end of the week, there won't be any pranking and no fun."
They finished cleaning the cabin and all grabbed their toiletry bags, towels, and headed down to the shower building. Krystal, Samantha, Rachel and Katie still needed to change out of their white dusted pajamas and brought their change of clothes with them.
"Columbine are you in here?" Phoenix called into the shower room.
"Yes." The girls answered above the hiss of the water pouring down on them.
"Victoria is going to be okay, but will need to rest her eyes today." Phoenix informed them. "The cabin looks very good. You can hardly tell that it had been assaulted by fire extinguishers." She praised. "I'm going to take my shower now too. When you are changed, go ahead down to the mess hall and I'll meet you there." She entered one of the empty shower stalls.
The shower felt great, but the adrenaline from the morning raid had left Erika even more tired than ever. She almost fell asleep under the shower of hot water and only the bang of a stall door next to her awoke her from her stupor. She dried off, and quickly tucked herself into her gaffe, wrestled into her bra and dressed.
She wrapped her hair up in a towel and joined Katie at the sink counter and began applying a bit of mascara. She was too tired to even attempt eyes shadow or anything else. She dropped the towel from her hair and brushed it out. A yawn over took her and she almost fell with the effort it took to stretch it out.
"Are you alright?" Katie looked at her shorter cabin mate.
"I didn't sleep last night." Erika explained. "Could you help me do something with my hair?"
"Sure, what do you want?" Katie asked.
"I don't care, anything quick and easy."
"Okay, turn around." Katie directed. She brushed through Erika's hair and pulled on it for a few minutes. "Okay you're good."
"Thanks Katie." Erika yawned. She turned around and gathered her towel and scooped up her stuff off the counter. She glanced in the mirror and smiled at herself. Katie had pulled her hair up into two pigtails that bounced as she moved her head about.
Erika found herself struggling to keep her eyes open while her head bobbed over her cereal bowl.
"Erika, what's wrong?" Phoenix rested a hand on her shoulder.
"I didn't get any sleep last night." Erika admitted with a big yawn. "I can't keep my eyes open, and I'm beginning to get a head ache."
"Why don't you go to see the nurse." Phoenix gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Get some aspirin, then go back to the cabin and see if you can take a nap. Besides, I'm sure Victoria wouldn't mind some company in there. She is under orders to stay in bed and take it easy. I'm sure she would feel less isolated with you there."
"Uh…. Thanks, Phoenix." Erika smiled up at the red, curly haired counselor. "But what about the classes today?"
"Take care of yourself first, missy." Phoenix smiled. "Now, get going, or I'll have you escorted. I’ll come by and check on you in a little bit.”
Erika pushed herself away from the table and trudged out of the mess and around the corner to the infirmary. Once taking her aspirin, she lumbered up the trail and into the cabin.
"Who's there?" Victoria called from her bed.
"It's your worst nightmare." Erika was too tired to put much heart into her words.
"What are you doing here?" Victoria inquired, tilting her head towards Erika's voice.
"I didn't sleep last night and am exhausted, thanks to you." Erika snarled. "I'm going to try and get some now….. Phoenix's orders……. How are you feeling? How are your eyes?" Erika climbed up into her bed kicking off her shoes at the last moment and pulled the covers up around her shoulders.
"Why do you care?" Victoria sneered.
"Because you are my cabin mate and I considered you a friend." Erika stifled a yawn.
"They hurt a bit, but I'm not sure if it’s because of the chemicals from the extinguishers, from the eye wash, or from the antibiotic junk the nurse put in my eyes." Victoria sighed.
A quiet fell over the cabin. Erika was on the edge of sleep, everything around her seemed to be further way, sounds seemed to be coming from a great distance, her eyes began flicking back and forth, as if in R.E.M. sleep, even though she wasn't asleep yet.
"Why did you do it?" Victoria asked, snapping Erika back to full wakefulness.
"Huh?..... what?" Erika asked.
"Why did you help get that creep off of me?" She restated the question.
"Because you're my cabin mate, Victoria." Erika mumbled.
"You didn't have to, though." Victoria stated. "With how I've been treating you the last few days, why didn't you just let him finish?"
"Because, I've been in that position, Victoria, remember, I was 'the plague'. I had to go through a hazing similar to that weekly and sometimes daily at school." Erika said softly and readjusted her pillow.
"Weekly or daily?"
"I only had one class with you last year, Victoria, you saw how I was treated in class, or on the way to or from that class……" Erika yawned. "Now imagine that several times a day and that being a light hazing day."
"Did you really get duct taped to the flag pole….. naked?"
"You mean you didn't see that?"
"No, I missed it…. Did it really happen?"
"You must be the only one in school who didn't get to laugh, throw things or spit on me." Erika growled.
"Who did it?"
"Does it matter?"
"No, I guess not…….. I'm just curious."
"The starting lineup of the football team." Erika growled. "Can we drop it? I really don't like re-living that day. Besides, I need to get my sleep so that I can tell the rest of the girls that I'm a boy tonight, so that I can get thrown out of camp and humiliated some more." Erika turned over in her bed to face the wall. Within moments she was oblivious to the conscious world.
Director Hobbs walked up the trail towards them. “Rachel, I’m going to borrow Ms. Martinez for a few minutes." “Uh….. Okay.” Rachel looked from the Director to Erika and back. “I’ll save you some food.” “Could you come with me please, Ms. Martinez.” Director Hobbs asked. She led Erika down the path and around the mess to the infirmary “What’s this about?” Erika was starting to get nervous. “I just need to have the nurse give you a quick check up….. It shouldn’t be much or take long.” By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B and Alexis |
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Erika jumped, startled to an awakening state. A hand was shaking her shoulder. “Come on sleepy head, we need to get to the mess for dinner.” Rachel smiled. “you’ve been asleep all morning.”
“Have I?” Erika wiped the sleep dust from her eyes.
“You missed out on Grizzly’s dumb survival class and the lame horseback trail ride.”Rachel stepped down and headed for the door. “Come on, they’re waiting for us.”
Erika climbed out of bed and joined Rachel on the trail to the mess.
“God, I must have been tired.” Erika yawned. “I felt like I laid my head down just a few moments ago.”
“Slept hard, huh?” Rachel grinned. “I hope you’re restored for the game this afternoon.”
Director Hobbs walked up the trail towards them. “Rachel, I’m going to borrow Ms. Martinez for a few minutes.”
“Uh….. Okay.” Rachel looked from the Director to Erika and back. “I’ll save you some food.”
“Could you come with me please, Ms. Martinez.” Director Hobbs asked. She led Erika down the path and around the mess to the infirmary.
“What’s this about?” Erika was starting to get nervous.
“I just need to have the nurse give you a quick check up….. It shouldn’t be much or take long.”
Erika’s heart leapt and fluttered around in her chest like a startled finch in a cage as they reached the door to the infirmary and entered.
“I’ve got her Donna.” Director Hobbs greeted an average looking woman wearing purple scrubs.
“Hello Erika…….. Martinez, right?” the nurse asked.
“Yea.” Erika nodded.
“Erika could you go behind that screen over there and get undressed please.” The nurse gestured.
“What’s this about?” Erika asked.
“A health consideration was brought to our attention, and we just need to follow up on it.” The nurse smiled. “It will be painless. Please go behind the screen, and undress.”
Erika’s heart didn’t know whether to skip beats or flutter. She began to feel faint as she disappeared behind the cloth divider. An examination table was set up with the ‘icky’ paper on it. She slid her top off over her head and slipped out of her jeans. She quickly slipped out of her panties, took off the gaffe and folded her jeans around it, tucked her genitalia and slipped her panties back on. Please don’t have her make me strip Erika bit her bottom lip and stepped up on the stepping drawer to sit on the rough paper in her panties and bra.
“…..I’ll let you know.” Donna told Director Hobbs.
Please don’t have her have me strip, please don’t have her make me strip became a mantra in Erika’s mind. She sat on the exam table, feeling exposed, vulnerable and scared half to death.
“Okay, Erika, let’s get down to business.” Donna smiled as she came around the screen. “Oh, I need to have you completely undressed dear.”
Oh my God! What am I going to do!? Erika’s brain screamed. Oh my God, Oh my God!
“Oh, don’t be worried dear. I have seen lots of girls in here for lots of reasons.” Donna gave her what was supposed to be a reassuring smile.
“I’m…… Uh…. Not really comfortable with this.” Erika started to stall.
“I’m sorry, Honey, but I have to examine you.” The purple clad nurse insisted. “It was brought to our attention that you may be trying to hide something.”
That Bitch! She just couldn’t wait until I explained it to the others, she went to the Director. Erika could feel her heart racing, her palms sweating and hot, angry tears welling up in her eyes.
“I’d really rather not.” Erika shrank in on herself. She wiped a tear that had leaked from her eye, betraying her.
“Okay, It looks like I’m going to need some help.” The Nurse called.
“What?” Erika protested.
“You really leave me no choice, Erika.” Donna sighed.
Erika’s heart nearly stopped as Director Hobbs followed by Victoria and Phoenix came around the screen.
“What are you doing here?” Erika cried.
“You’ve been hiding things from us, Erika.” Victoria stated. “I’m just making sure that everything is, shall we say, out in the open.”
“But….” Erika found that her words wouldn’t come.
“What have you been hiding?” Phoenix inquired as she held one of Erika’s arms. Director Hobbs took a firm grasp of the other while the nurse grabbed a hold of Erika’s panties and pulled them down.
Erika was shaken awake. Her eyes fluttered open and she tried to catch her breath as she began to focus on her surroundings. The cabin…… she was in the cabin not in the infirmary, catching up on her sleep. She turned over and came face to face with Rachel.
“Whoa.” Rachel grimaced and turned away. “Talk about morning breath. Are you alright? You were moaning in your sleep.”
“Sorry.” Erika muttered. “Bad dream.”
“It’s lunch time.” Rachel said stepping off the lower bunk. “Phoenix asked me to wake you to get some food and to join us.”
“How long was I asleep?”
“Oh about four or five hours.” Rachel shrugged. “You missed a pretty cool morning. Grizzly Adams showed us some useful stuff….. that is, if you’re lost in the woods, or want to become a hermit. Then we rode the horses on a pretty cool trail. I’m a bit sore, but it was better than riding around in circles in the arena.”
“Where’s Victoria?” Erika crawled out of her bunk.
“Krystal took her down to the mess already……. Brush those teeth and join us down there. We have a game to win this afternoon.”
Erika looked in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. Her mind raced and re-ran some of the dream in her head. God, that was awful. She thought. She fingered her fringe into some sort semblance of a style, and flicked at her now dry and bouncy pigtails and headed down the path to the mess. The sky was still gray and looked to even threaten to rain. The weather was almost a perfect reflection to how Erika felt.
She entered the noisy dining area and quickly found a seat at Columbine’s table. She looked down the table at the girls. Victoria’s eyes were still bandaged. At least she wouldn’t be sending Erika dirty looks and scowls. Dani greeted her gaze with a smile, but Katie looked a bit nervous and looked away as Erika smiled a greeting at her.
The mess hall quieted down as Director Hobbs made her way to the front. “Alright, guys, and girls, quiet it down. I have an announcement.” She called for everyone’s attention. “I know that pranks are a tradition at camp, but they can cause problems not only for one another but for the camp staff who have to clean up after you all.” She paused scanning the room, making eye contact. “A prank was pulled this morning which resulted in a camper getting injured…. She was lucky that she didn’t lose her eyes sight. So as of this moment, there will be no more pranking each other’s cabin or one another. Anyone person, caught pulling a prank will spend their free time working around the camp.”
Groans and hisses rose from the teens in the mess hall.
“Any Cabin!” Hobbs raised her voice to be heard above the ruckus. “Any cabin caught or found pulling pranks will lose all points for the week, and be spending their free time working.”
The buzz continued around the mess hall.
“That is just the Price to Pay for causing trouble.” Hobbs called out over the group. “Do I need to remind you of Charlotte’s Tale?”
“What’s Charlotte’s tale?” Erika inquired of Rachel in a whisper.
“A story someone made up about a boy that got pranked and picked on so much that he turned into a girl.” Rachel snickered. “It’s just an urban legend…. Like, what boy would want to be a girl?”
Erika’s soft, nervous giggle joined Rachel’s snicker. There’s actually a story about this? Erika thought. I may not be the only one? I’ve got to hear about this Charlottes Tale.
“Now to other things.” Director Hobbs went on. “Due to the incoming storm, the lake will be closed to swimming this afternoon.”
Erika didn’t hear anything else announced, her mind still raced, dodging in and out of the horrible dream she had, as well as mulling over the idea of a story about someone else going through something similar to herself. She made a mental note to jump on to one of the camp computers and search out this Charlotte’s Tale.
She looked down the table at the others, her eyes pausing on Victoria, her eyes bandaged and trying to eat with some grace. Everything else vanished, only her thoughts on informing the other girls of her façade and what lay beneath.
After lunch the girls all started down the path to the kickball field.
“Hold up a minute, Rachel.” A familiar voice called after them.
The girls all turned around to see Josh jogging up the trail to them. “Hey.” He greeted them with his award winning smile.
“Josh.” Rachel’s voice had an edge to it.
“I just wanted to thank you girls for not ratting our cabin out on that raid this morning. I’m sorry that you got hurt in the action.” He directed the last part to Victoria.
“Just keep your goons away from us for a while.” Rachel snarled. “I didn’t tell for your benefit, but for all of our benefit. If we can’t prank one another’s cabin, what fun would camp be?”
“Well…… Thanks.” He turned and captured Samantha’s attention. “I’ll see you tomorrow night?” Josh added before jogging off.
“God, he’s cute.” Katie sighed. She then looked at Erika and bit her lower lip.
“Leave him alone, he’s mine.” Samantha placed a hand on her hip and glared, drawing Katie’s attention and a smile.
“Ah….. Young Love.” Krystal giggled.
The kick ball game was a blow out. Krystal’s leg was in top form and kept kicking the ball over everyone’s heads. Rachel with her finesse and athleticism was able to kick the ball into holes and to weak sides of players and use her incredibly strong legs to out run and dodge throws and even stole a few bases, which was good, because with her new breast forms, Erika found out how off balanced suddenly growing breast could be. Her kicks were sloppy, and her throws were off balanced and a bit wild.
Katie was on second, Rachel was on third and Krystal was up to ‘bat’.
“I told Katie.” Dani blurted out to Erika.
“You told Katie what?” Erika looked to her petite friend.
“You know, about what we talked about this morning.” Dani muttered in a low voice. “About you not being who we thought you were.”
“That explains the sour looks at lunch.” Erika thought aloud. “How did she take it?”
“She’s still trying to figure it out.” Dani admitted. “She’s a farm girl. Cows don’t do that kind of thing and she hasn’t experienced the multifaceted dimensions of city life, so it’s kind of hard for her…… but she told us that she’d think about it and try not to jump to conclusions.”
“She told us, who?” Erika looked at the cute blonde.
“Samantha was there helping me explain things.”
“Oh.”
“Just give her some time….. just keep being yourself. I think she’ll come around.” Dani gave Erika a side squeeze.
The girls in the outfield all moved really far back knowing that Krystal’s was able to slam it hard. The ball bounced in from the pitcher. Krystal jogged a few steps towards the ball and kicked softly. It still sailed over the pitcher’s head, but landed just behind second base in a huge hole created by the un-expecting outfield. The girls in the outfield had to run hard to try and scoop up the ball, but Krystal had done the damage. Katie and Rachel were already across home while Krystal was safe on first base.
The girls were just finishing up the game when large raindrops began to fall from the sky. They quickly shook hands and headed off the field and into the safety of the trees. A warm wind began to pick up causing the towering evergreens to sway back and forth. Creaking and groaning under could almost be felt as the looming trees took on the strain of staying upright and proud.
“Columbine!” Phoenix called the girls to her. Krystal, guiding Victoria was a bit slower in joining the huddle. “We’re going back to the cabin. We’ll decide on what we want to do once we’re there….. okay?” She looked at each of the girls who nodded their assent.
The trees kept most of the rain out, at least there seemed to be less rain hitting them running for cover than there seemed to be when one of them dashed across a clearing in the canopy.
Once inside, the cabin, the girls each flopped on their bed. Krystal and Victoria reached the cabin last. Victoria had torn the bandages from her eyes and was squinting at everything around them with bloodshot eyes that looked irritated and watery.
A low rumble of thunder could be heard echoing off the surrounding hills.
“Did anyone see the lightening?” Dani asked looking around for help from the others.
“It’s still too bright out for us to see any unless we’re looking at it.” Katie explained. “If you do see one, go ahead and count the seconds until you hear the thunder to see how far away it is.”
“It looks like free time has been moved up and extended.” Rachel stated.
“What do we do if the power goes out?” Dani looked to Rachel.
“The mess hall has a large backup generator so that they can keep the kitchen operating. They also have extra lanterns and lots of board games down there.” Rachel explained. “They light a huge fire in the fireplace and the cooks pop a bunch of popcorn. Sometimes though, it’s fun to just hang out in the cabin and enjoy each other’s company, play games here or have a pillow fight.”
“I think we’ve had enough rough housing for the day.” Phoenix warned.
“Yes, I think you’re right.” Rachel looked over at Victoria. “Do we have a lantern or two so that we can stay here in the cabin?”
“Just whatever flashlights we have.” Phoenix shrugged. “I’ll go down and talk with Director Hobbs and the other counselors and see what I can get. You girls start deciding what you want to do whether you want to stay here and tell ghost stories or truth or dare, or if you want to go down to the mess and play Monopoly, charades, and checkers and stuff….. Any volunteers to come with me?” She looked around hopefully. No one made a move. “Alright. I’ll go down and see what Director Hobbs has planned for this evening and see what options we have.” Phoenix stepped out of the cabin.
“Do you all want to go hang out in the mess or kick back in here?” Rachel asked after Phoenix was down the trail.
Each of the girls looked around at each other.
“Can’t we do both?” Katie asked. “I mean, if it gets boring down at the mess, can’t we just come back to the cabin?”
“We can, but they want us to do so as a cabin.” Rachel explained. “So if we go down there, we are there as a cabin and if a few of us want to come back here, then we have to come back as a cabin.”
“Oh.”
“How long do you think Phoenix be gone?” Erika inquired of Rachel, then let her gaze wander to Samantha, Victoria, Dani and Katie.
“That depends upon how long winded Director Hobbs wants to be….. Why?”
Erika’s palms began to sweat as she glanced over to her cabin mates. Samantha and Dani both smiled, Katie looked away and Victoria squinted through sore eyes at her. “We need to talk.” Her voice broke as she said it.
Camp Kumoni Ch. 33
by Anistasia Allread WHERE WE LEFT OFF WITH THE LAVENDER LADIES: “That depends upon how long winded Director Hobbs wants to be….. Why?” Erika’s palms began to sweat as she glanced over to her cabin mates. Samantha and Dani both smiled, Katie looked away and Victoria squinted through sore eyes at her. “We need to talk.” Her voice broke as she said it. NOW WE CONTINUE WITH THE STORY: |
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“We need to talk about what?” Rachel asked.
“Erika.” Victoria demanded her attention. Erika looked over to the Hispanic girl who was the reason for all of this tension, the cause of her nerves being frazzled. “It can wait until later.”
“No, you demanded that tell them.” Erika’s voice took on an edge. “I think now is as good a time as any, especially if we’re going to the mess hall to wait out the storm.”
“I’m just saying that you don’t have too.” Victoria seemed to be uneasy.
“Will someone let me know what is going on here?” Rachel commanded, looking back and forth between the two girls.
Samantha came up behind Erika and touched her arm showing support. Unfortunately, the gesture did nothing to relieve the hammering of her heart. It meant a little having Samantha on her side, but Samantha was part of the equation that got her to this point.
A presence on the other side of her caught her attention. Dani had moved in and was standing next to her, facing Rachel and glaring at Victoria. A lump rose in her throat. What was Dani doing? She didn’t have to be involved in this. Erika looked down at her small friend and was rewarded with a beautiful smile, full of confidence and reassurance. Erika could feel her cheeks grow hot, with embarrassment. Here was a petite, beautiful blonde young lady who she had lied to for over a week. When told the truth, this small person with a heart bigger than any giant Erika could imagine, was stepping up and showing a kind of support that Erika had never, ever, seen or experienced. Even in her friendship with Summer.
Erika saw Dani look over at Katie. The tall model blinked hard and stepped over and up behind Dani. Erika’s heart, still hammering hard in her chest, felt Samantha take her hand and give it a squeeze. Tears welled in her eyes. She ran the back of her free hand across them, not caring if she smeared her make-up. She had found friends. At least two of them with a third still on the fence, but willing to side with her.
“Will someone tell me what is going on?” Rachel insisted. “Why are you all acting like your picking sides? What is going on here.”
“I think we should all sit down.” Samantha suggested.
“Oh my God, Erika, are you pregnant?” Rachel looked ashen.
The four girls erupted into nervous laughter. Rachel just looked at them dumbfounded and confused. What did she say that could have been so funny? They were definitely acting strange, and something was going on between Samantha and Victoria, and possibly Erika. Rachel looked to Krystal who looked just as confused as she. Victoria was avoiding any and all eye contact with her.
The seven girls quickly found places to sit on the nearby beds. Dani sat on one side of Erika, holding her hand, while Samantha sat on the other holding her other hand.
“Rachel, I have a confession to make.” Erika began.
“We” Samantha added. “We have a confession to make.” Samantha gave Erika’s hand a squeeze.
“Rachel.” Erika began again. May as well rip the band-aid off. “I’m a guy.”
“Yeah, so?” Rachel shrugged. “I’m very much a guy myself, I think the term is ‘Tomboy’.”
“Rachel, shut up and listen to her please.” Dani blurted out. A loud rumble of thunder accentuated her outburst.
Rachel looked at the small person in shock, but closed her mouth. She then looked back to Erika.
“I’m not a ‘Tomboy’, Rachel. I’m a boy…… a guy……. a member of the opposite sex.” Erika went on. “At least physically, but I’m beginning to feel more and more like a girl.”
Rachel went white. Her eyes darted from Erika’s eyes to her chest then her groin then back to her eyes. “But…….. but……”
“These are breast forms.” Erika pointed to her chest. “That flap of skin you saw this morning was actually a ripped piece of the form that tore away from my skin. It wasn’t my skin.” Erika could feel all of the girls’ eyes ogling her chest.
“But I saw you in a swimsuit.” Rachel protested.
“The first couple of times I duct taped myself so that ‘it’ wouldn’t show.” Erika blushed. “Now, I’m wearing what is called a gaffe. It helps keep certain body parts tucked away.”
Rachel looked blankly across the room. When her eyes re-focused, they were on Samantha. “And you knew about this?”
“Actually, I sorta talked Eric into becoming Erika.” Samantha admitted.
Rachel was still in shock, her eyes darted to Dani. “And you knew about this too?” her voice was filling with contempt.
“I only found out this morning.” Dani admitted. “That is why we were so long in getting around the lake.”
Rachel’s eyes went back to Erika and Samantha. “Why?” She demanded. “Why would you?......” her eyes landed on Samantha.
“Because I owed it to Eric and my sister.” Samantha stuck out her chin. “Let me tell you what this wonderful friend of my sister’s, and mine, has gone through.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” Erika stopped her. If it wasn’t for the situation, she found herself in, she’d be enjoying Samantha’s touch for something more than just comfort. “Rachel, for the last couple of years, I was known as Eric ‘the plague’ at school. Anything I touched or happened to be by fell apart, or was somehow destroyed. Needless to say I was picked on and harassed mercilessly.” Erika’s voice cracked. She cleared it with a cough. “I was an outcast….. worse, even the outcasts wouldn’t come near me…….. and then my parents decided to send me to camp for the summer….”
Samantha interjected. “When Eric told me how much he dreaded being stuck at camp, being tormented as he was at school, I told him that I’d go to camp with him, and it would be easier for him to go as a girl, so that I could help keep him out of trouble and we could spend time together. He knew my sister better than most people did. I hoped that he could shed some light on what happened to her and why……. We’ve just been too busy to sit down and talk.”
“So you had her…him” Rachel nodded her head towards Eric, “Dress as a girl? You couldn’t have this talk over the phone or at Caffeine R Us?”
“It wasn’t meant to hurt anyone.” Samantha insisted. “Or as a joke on anyone. We…. I just thought that this would be the best way of keeping her-him, from being tortured by the rest of the boys.”
“But you’ve been dressing and undressing with us, showering with us.” Krystal weighed in.
“I turned my back whenever possible when you all were dressing.” Erika avowed. “And I changed in the bathroom as much as feasible while you all were dressing so as not to intrude upon your privacy.”
“The showers all are in closed off stalls, so there’s no way she could have been spying on any of us.” Samantha jumped in.
“He.” Rachel stated.
“Not necessarily.” Dani inserted. “I think Erika may be more female than male in a lot of ways. Come on, in the last week, have any of you had an inkling that she was anything other than what she appeared? She has been a friend to us all, and she has gone out of her way to help and support each of us. Whether it was getting back at the boys for putting a snake in our cabin, or going out on a date with a guy she had no interest in” Dani paused to look at Samantha. “She encouraged us when we faced our fear of heights.” She looked at Katie, and readily encouraged and joined in with our morning exercises.” Her gaze met Krystal’s. “I for one would rather have her in this cabin than have someone who blackmails and forces one of us to do or say something that we may not wish to.” She glared at Victoria.
Rachel watched Dani as her points were made to each of the girls in the cabin, the last falling on Victoria. “You were blackmailing her?” Rachel questioned. “Everything is making sense now. The fighting between you and Samantha, and the indifference you’ve been showing Erika.”
“He’s been lying to us.” Victoria protested. “He is a guy, trying to pass himself off as a girl in our cabin, I just thought we all should know the truth…… Besides, it wasn’t blackmailing, I just told him and Samantha that if they didn’t come clean by this evening that I would.”
“So you gave them an ultimatum.” Rachel inquired. “That isn’t much better…. Although I do think we have the right to know that a…… uh…. That someone isn’t who they appear to be.”
“I think.” Krystal piped up. “what this all comes down to,” She looked pointedly at Erika. “Is who are you?”
Erika paused for a moment. Just Who was I?, or more important, who am I. Erika asked herself. The rain outside the cabin was coming down in fat drops, hard enough to be heard on the roof of the cabin and striking the dry ground outside. “I am the person who has come to love each and every one of you… as a friend. I’d like to think that you have come to feel the same way about me.”
She glanced around the room making eye contact with each and every one of them, including Victoria. “Whether I’m wearing pants and able to go around without a shirt, or wearing breast forms and a skirt, I am me…… I’d like to say that I’m the same person who walked through that cabin door almost two weeks ago, but I’m not. I have gone through a lot of soul searching over the past couple of weeks……… discovered a lot about myself…. And, with all of your help, I’m discovering new things about myself every day.”
Tears welled in her eyes and started to flow down her cheek. She wiped them with a free hand. “The truth is……” She looked through tear drenched eyes from Samantha to Dani, then to Rachel and the rest. “The truth is, I found that I like being a girl….. and I really…” Erika’s voice cracked with a sob; her bottom lip quivered with uncontrolled emotion. “…really hope that this doesn’t end our friendship or get me kicked out of the cabin.” She finished the last part and sobbed in her hands, while Samantha and Dani tried to soothe her. A flash of light lit up the area around the cabin. It was followed a few seconds later by a loud roar.
Katie grabbed a handful of tissue and knelt down before Erika. “Here you are sweety.” She enveloped Erika in a hug. “I’m sorry.” She whispered in Erika’s ear. “I do love you, Erika……. As a friend.” Katie pulled back and took one of the tissues back from Erika to blow her own nose.
Victoria stared at the floor boards, studying the patterns of the wood grain.
“So, are you…. like, gay?” Rachel asked.
“What?” Erika used the tissue to wipe her eyes. She looked up at Rachel, who sat with arms crossed over her chest.
“Are you gay?” Rachel repeated, pitching her voice to be heard above the downpour.
“No.” Erika sounded stuffed up. “I’m attracted to girls…… I just……. I just want to be one.”
“Why, in the world, would you want to be a girl?” Rachel in asked in disbelief.
“I don’t really know.” Erika admitted. “It just ……. feels right. It’s kind of hard to explain.” She wiped at her eyes again. “It just feels comfortable.” She stated looking Rachel in the eye.
“Wow! It’s really coming down out there.” Phoenix greeted the girls in the cabin. Her copper curly locks were matted to her head and a rain drop fell from her nose. “I spoke to the Director. She wants everyone to go down to the mess.”
Erika averted her make-up smeared face from the counselor.
“Do we have to?” Rachel bemoaned.
“I’m afraid so. She wants to keep everyone centrally located in case something happens.” Phoenix sighed. “Grab your jackets and let’s head down there.”
“Go in the bathroom and clean up, Erika.” Samantha whispered in her ear. “I’ll get your jacket.”
Erika ducked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
“We’re not done with this.” Rachel muttered to Samantha.
“You really need to look past your bias and give her a chance.” Samantha countered. “Please give her a chance.”
A flash of lightening and an echo of thunder drowned out all noise.
“Come on girls!” Phoenix raised her voice to be heard over the storm.
Erika grabbed a hand full of paper towels, wet them in the sink and began scrubbing at the dark smudges across her face. Her nose was red and her eyes were bloodshot and glassy from crying.
I never cried this much as Eric, why am I crying so much now? Am I really turning into a girl? She asked herself. Or do I just feel more comfortable showing my emotions as a girl?...... I’d get my ass kicked if I ever cried as Eric. Tears were a show of weakness, a sign of lacking character, of being a man.
His mind flashed back to that fateful day… “What? Are you going to cry?” One of the football starters taunted as he wrote ‘plague’ across Eric’s bare chest with a sharpie. “Look, dudes, this Plague is going to cry.” The tears in his eyes burned, as they flowed. The mucus building up in his nose was making it harder and harder to breathe. He needed the duct tape removed from his mouth, to fill his lungs with much needed oxygen, but they weren’t going to risk him calling for help. Snot bubbles formed around the opening of his nostrils, not only making harder to breathe, but adding to his humiliation. That day was the last time that he gave them the satisfaction of tears.
As Erika, shedding tears didn’t mean that you were a freak, they meant that you were sensitive, they were a way of showing others that you cared about something, that you had feelings, that you were human.
Erika shook her head to clear it from the torturous memories. She took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds and slowly let it out trying to calm herself down.
Her part was done. The girls in the cabin all knew who she was. Knew that she had been lying to them for over a week. Knew that she was a boy in girls’ clothing. Now she had to stand back and let them decide if she was worthy to enough to stay in their cabin, or is she was going to have to pack her bags and head home in disgrace. She just hoped that they wouldn’t take too long in deciding.
A soft knock sounded on the door.
“Be there in just a moment.” Erika called and renewed her efforts at cleaning up.
“Take your time.” Samantha’s voice said softly through the door. “I told Phoenix that you were having your period and needed a few extra minutes. Just don’t be too long.”
A weight seemed to have been lifted from her chest. And she wasn’t thinking about her breast forms. Having faced her fears with the girls, knowing that a few of them liked her and even supported her helped her feel a bit more confident. Then there was Katie, who had been stand offish all day. That hug and whisper meant more to her than Katie would probably know. Erika smiled to herself at the remembrance of Katie’s warm, accepting embrace.
Erika peered out the door to see if anyone was there. Seeing that the coast was clear. She retrieved her make-up/toiletries bag from her drawer and went back to the mirror in the bathroom. She used a bit of foundation to cover up her blotchy skin from crying, re-applied her mascara and eye-shadow. She brushed long, blue painted, finger nails through her fringe and tightened her pig-tails. She added a touch of gloss to her lips and admired herself in the mirror.
“Hello Erika.” She smiled at her reflection. With that, bounced out of the bathroom to join the rest of the camp in the mess.
Camp Kumoni Ch. 34
by Anistasia Allread As the storm rages outside . . . : Erika approached the table with a smile, wanting to know what they were whispering about. Samantha’s head popped out of their meeting and gave Erika a look. She shook her head, signaling her that she wasn’t welcome right now. NOW WE CONTINUE WITH THE STORY: |
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If it hadn’t been for the pig tails, Erika’s hair would have been a mess from the wind and rain by the time she arrived at the mess hall. She threw open the door and scampered in to a thunderous racket of kids playing games, listening to music and watching a movie. The cooks had popped a few large bowls of popcorn and had also put out of all things, Potato chips. Junk food according to Rachel was a rarity at camp.
A few girls from another cabin were sitting at one table brushing and braiding one another’s hair, while a couple of guys sat at the other end of the table, pouring over what looked to be a comic book. Some of the brainier guys gathered around a chess board and having once been one of that cliques, before being ‘the plague’, Erika was tempted to join them and show them that a girl could play too.
Phoenix wasn’t hard to spot. Her copper colored curls were extra bright in the warm lights of the mess hall, and the flickering light cast by the fire, made her hair shimmer as if they were kindred to the flames. Erika’s cabin mates all sat at their assigned table their heads close together in a conspiratory huddle.
Erika approached the table with a smile, wanting to know what they were whispering about. Samantha’s head popped out of their meeting and gave Erika a look. She shook her head, signaling her that she wasn’t welcome right now. They were talking about her. What to do with her. A rush of adrenaline charged through her body. There wasn’t much she could do now; the fate of her summer was now in the hands of her cabin mates.
Erika looked around at the growing number of campers gathering in various parts of the mess. Other than Josh, Erika didn’t know anyone outside of Columbine cabin. The popular guys were all gathered around Josh at a table, playing cards. It looked like they were playing poker. A small group of girls sat on a couple of beat up sofas fingering through magazines. They looked to be a couple of year old at least, but if one was bored enough one would do anything to occupy the mind.
The fire looked inviting. Erika decided to sit next to the blaze and let its heat warm her body’s core. She drew her knees to her chest and closed her eyes and listened to the wind as it whirled and howled across the chimney.
“I know,” Victoria’s face reddened. “I like Erika, I just feel weirded out now, knowing who she was.”
“I still don’t know if I like the fact that a guy, acting like a girl, is in our cabin.” Rachel voiced. “It’s creepy.”
“Did you feel creepy yesterday or three days ago, before she told you?” Samantha pointed out.
“Just what part have you had in this?” Rachel looked hard at Samantha.
“My part is trying to help someone who society has cast out.” Samantha shot back. “Even the rats at school were treated more humanely than Eric was.”
“So you dressed him up as a girl?” Rachel countered.
“Eric was going to be sent here for the summer, probably in a cabin like Spruce or even Alder.” Samantha’s eyes darted towards the guys of those cabins. Most were jocks and motor-heads. “Do you think anyone as nice and sweet as Erika could have enjoyed a summer spending twenty-four hours a day with them?”
“And what exactly was in it for you?” Rachel raised an eyebrow.
“Being a decent human being.”
“Getting secret info on your sister’s death.” Rachel corrected. “You were in on this whole mess from the beginning. You don’t need to be part of this discussion anymore.” She dismissed.
“She’s right, Samantha.” Victoria pointed out.
“Oh, and you’re not biased, Miss goody-two-shoes?” Samantha sneered. “You’ve only been holding it over her head for the last few days, treating her like crap! She’s been a nervous wreck.”
“No wonder she didn’t sleep last night.” Danni added.
“I was trying to give her the opportunity to come clean.” Victoria snapped back.
“And treating her like crap.” Samantha’s hard stare finally caused Victoria to look away. She looked around at the rest of the girls. “Just remember she has been trying really hard to fit in and not offend anybody. In fact, I’ve seen her go out of her way to help each and every one of you.” With that, Samantha got up and left the girls to their court.
She looked around the room and found Erika sitting next to the fire, basking in the heat that it threw off. The dark-haired friend was unrecognizable from the outcast that she had met in the park. Erika was a lot like Summer in a number of ways. Mood swings, introverted, but wanting to reach out to someone less fortunate than they were. Samantha took a deep breath tossed a glare at the Columbine girls and scanned the room.
It didn’t take long for her to spot Josh. He was playing what looked to be Texas Hold ’em with a group of other guys. He was so hot. The lean muscles of his arms rippled as he moved to toss chips into the pot. Samantha walked up behind him and rested her hands on his strong shoulders. Feeling the taught muscles beneath his shirt sent a charge of excitement through her.
“Can I get you something, Josh?” She inquired.
She looked up to see a freckled, red-headed guy that looked vaguely familiar.
“Do you mind?” the guy asked nervously.
“Oh . . . No, go ahead.” Erika looked from the redheaded guy to the vacant spot on the hearth next to her.
“I’m Derek.” He introduced.
“I’m . . .”
“Erika Martinez.” He finished.
“It’s nice to meet you Derek.” Erika smiled. “How do you know me?”
“I don’t think there is any guy in camp that doesn’t know you, Erika.” Derek blushed crimson which clashed with his orange freckles.
“I have a favor to ask and I know this is going to sound really strange, and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the summer” Derek ran head on. “But could you smile and wave at those guys over there?” His eyes pleaded.
“Why?” using her peripheral vision, Erika noticed a group of six nerdy guys all huddled together and staring at her and Derek.
“Well, the truth is that we’re playing truth or dare and I was dared to come sit by you and talk to you.” Derek muttered quickly. He got up quickly, nearly jumping to his feet.
“It’s alright, Derek, relax.” Erika looked up at him. “Shall we really give them something to talk about?”
“What do you mean?” Derek asked.
“Help me to my feet.” Erika held her hands out.
Derek pulled her to her feet to face him and looked in awe down at her dark hair and blue eyes.
“Now give me a hug like we’re old friends.” Erika smirked. “It will drive them nuts.” With that she threw her arms up around his shoulders and pulled him close. She felt hesitant hands on her back, but after initial hesitation, his hands rubbed her back. “Are they watching?” She asked for his ears only.
“They’re jaws have just hit the floor.” Derek snickered. “Thanks Erika.”
Erika pulled back and smiled up at the freckled red-head. “It was no problem, Derek. I doubt they’ll be able to top that one.” She released him and sat back down on the hearth. She looked over at the group with half lidded eyes. Two of the boys were still staring, open mouthed.
She smiled and went back to enjoying the fire, with her eyes closed, and praying that the Rachel and the others would let her stay.
“She could be one of those Trans-gendered things.” Krystal piped up.
“A what?” Rachel and Katie asked at the same time.
“You know, one of those guys that feel like they are girls trapped in a guy’s body.”
“That’s just weird.” Rachel stated.
“No, it isn’t. There are people out there that feel that they were born in the wrong body. A friend of my Aunt is Trans-gendered.” Dani argued. “She says that she always knew that she was a girl on the inside, but she was in the body of a boy. She had to hide it for years. She hated herself and was suicidal a few times. One day she decided that God put her in the wrong body for a reason. So that she would appreciate being a woman more once she had the right body. She went through a lot of money and surgical procedures, ‘shrink’ sessions and other stuff so that she could be a woman. She is one of the nicest most pleasant people I have ever met.”
“But Erika hasn’t said that she is this trendbender thing, either.” Rachel put forth. “To me, she is still a guy, in girls’ clothing.”
“It’s Transgender. “Krystal corrected. She has been a valuable asset and willing member of the cabin. She’s participated willingly in all of the sports, and pranks. She exercises with me and encourages me to lose this weight. “She was nothing but encouraging when Katie was attempting the rope course. She hasn’t said a word to anyone about your being afraid of snakes- “
“I’m not afraid of snakes, I just don’t like them. Especially in my bathroom.” Rachel asserted.
“She helped me confront my fear that first night, of not being stared at.” Dani added.
“She even helped push that thug with the fire extinguisher off of me in the raid.” Victoria admitted reluctantly.
“Okay, no one is arguing that she hasn’t been a great cabin mate, but she is still a he.” Rachel pointed out. She looked at Victoria. “Are you switching sides now?”
Victoria shook her head. “Just trying to be non-biased.”
A quiet fell among the girls. The wind outside howled. A few loud knocks on the roof of the mess caused some to jump as a branch snapped by the wind fell and bounced.
“We can’t change the fact that Erika is technically a guy . . . I think the real question, is can we accept her and live with her until the end of summer.” Krystal posed.
“Why do you keep calling him a her?” Rachel asked.
“Because while Eric is dressed and acting like Erika, we should respect her wishes and refer to her in the feminine.” Krystal explained. “Besides, they’re only pronouns.”
“I need to say something.” Victoria broke another silence. Five sets of eyes turned towards her.
“I knew of Eric ‘the plague’ in school. I had one class with him and never even talked to him. He was a loner, someone who stayed in the back of the room trying not to draw attention to himself. He always dressed in black and wore his hair in his face, like an Emo. I even thought that he might be a cutter.” She paused and scanned her audience, then glanced over at Erika sitting on the fireplace hearth.
“This person–Erika? She is nothing like the Eric that I knew. Eric would never have joined in playing kickball, volleyball, or even with setting the pranks. The Eric I knew would never have encouraged me when I was terrified on the rope course. The Eric that I knew would probably never have pushed that thug off of me either . . . What I’m saying is that I like Erika, but I still kind of . . . well, I still feel weirded out by a guy living in the cabin with us. I just don’t know what to say. One moment I don’t mind Erika being with us, the next I don’t want Eric watching me as I get dressed.
Josh looked up at her over his shoulder and smiled. “Thanks.”
“Mind if I sit next to you?” Samantha asked.
“Not at all.”
Samantha pulled an empty chair up next to and slightly behind Josh as the cards were dealt again.
A loud squeak was followed by a deep and deafening snapping. Several smaller snaps followed. The room was suddenly silent then the earth seemed to shake as a large thud of something enormous hit the ground.
The room went deathly quiet, everyone looked around at one another with large frightened eyes. Only the crackling of the fire disturbed the silence.
“Everyone stay here!” Director Hobbs called as people began to return to their senses, muttering over what happened.
Erika watched as Director Hobbs donned a rain jacket and hard hat and joined two others with flashlights to see what had just happened.
She looked over at the guys reading comic books and noticed that Derek had joined them. She got up and walked over to Derek and the boys.
“What are you reading?” She asked.
A couple of the boys didn’t see her approach, jumped at her greeting.
“Uh, we are just uh, looking through some comics.” Derek stammered.
Erika picked one up from the stack. X-Men. “Read it.” She muttered. She set it down and pushed it to one side. Batman, “Not a fan.” Elf-Quest “Good one. I have the series at home.”
“You like comic books?” Derek asked in disbelief.
“Duh.” Erika returned. “Ooh, here’s one I’ve hear about and not seen yet.” She picked it up and thumbed through it quickly.
“Here’s number one.” An Asian boy announced handing the comic over to her. “Numbers two and three are around here somewhere.”
“Thank you.” Erika smiled at the boy. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” He almost announced it to the room.
The doors to the mess opened again. Director Hobbs and the others entered behind her. A large gust of wind followed, whipping their jackets around them and blowing pine needles into the room, scattering papers and playing cards, before one of the men closed the door.
“A large tree fell, but nothing was damaged. You all will have to stay here the night or until the storm blows itself out.”
“Here are the other two.” Derek smiled handing her the two comic books.
“Thank you, Derek.” Erika smiled.
She took the comics and returned to her place next to the fire. Just above the whoosh of the wind, she could hear the whining and groaning of the tall trees as they swayed and fought against the relentless wind and rain.
She had expected the comic books to be Archie, or some other lame types. She picked up the first comic book “Camelot 3000, who’d have thought I’d find this here.”
A shadow fell over her. She looked up to see Katie standing there looking down.
“Erika, could you come over and join us please?” She asked. There was no hint of emotion on Katie’s face. Katie the sweet farm girl so naive was wearing a mask. Erika swallowed a lump.
“Sure.” Erika smiled up at the beautiful tall girl.
Katie turned and strode up behind Samantha and tapped her on the shoulder. Samantha frowned then excused herself from Josh. Erika’s pulse quickened. She nearly growled, the jerk had his hand on Samantha’s thigh.
The three joined the Columbine girls and sat down. Erika sat on the very end of the bench feeling ever the outsider.
Rachel looked from Erika to Samantha and back at Erika. “We have been back and forth over this for a while now.” She said. “We talked about the pros and cons and we’ve come to a decision.” Her gaze looked away from Erika as she paused and took a deep breath.
The doors to the mess hall flew open as Todd ran in. “Foxglove cabin!” he called out. “It’s destroyed! It’s nothing but splinters!”
“What are you talking about?” Director Hobbs called.
“Foxglove Cabin, a tree fell on it. There’s nothing left!”
Camp Kumoni Ch. 35
by Anistasia Allread The sound of the hail was almost deafening as it beat down on the roof sounding like a million tap dancers tapping all at one time. ‘shuffle, ball, change. Shuffle, ball, change’ was the mantra running through Samantha’s head. The only sound louder was the thunder that continued to follow the flashes of lightning as it forked across the sky in shades of scarlet, blue and purple. NOW WE CONTINUE WITH THE STORY: |
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A stunned silence fell over the room. The wind, whipping around outside sounded extra loud and for the first time, others in the room could hear the tall trees creaking and groaning under its force.
A couple of the girls of Foxglove cabin started crying at the shocking news.
“Oh my God!” Katie said and looked like she was about to start crying too.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad, girls.” Director Hobbs tried to play down the incident.
A flash of lightning, lit up the windows of the mess, casting shadows or the tree trunks as they swayed. A crack, followed by a rolling and rumbling of thunder followed.
“As soon as it dies down, we’ll go take a look.” Director Hobbs tried to make light of it.
The murmurs in the mess hall began to crescendo again to a low roar.
“What will they do now?” Katie looked at Rachel.
“I don’t know. Maybe they’ll convert the computer room to house them.” Rachel shrugged. “Besides, we have our own matters to deal with right now.”
“Stop beating around the bush and get to the point,” Samantha pleaded. “Can she stay or not?”
Rachel glared at Samantha for a moment and made to make a reply then thought better of it and turned to Erika. “We’d like you to stay with us, but with a few rules.”
Erika almost jumped out of her seat with delight. They were going to accept her. They were going to allow her to stay at camp, in their cabin as Erika. Her heart leapt for joy, as a thrill of adrenaline coursed through her body.
“What rules?” Samantha asked suspiciously.
“Well, the most obvious.” Victoria stated. “She is to go into the bathroom when we change or when she is changing.”
“You aren’t allowed to divulge any ‘girl’ secrets to the guys.” Dani looked at Erika and smiled. “No telling them what we do, or what we don’t do in our private time . . .”
“Or what we might look like in our underwear . . . If you happen to see it.” Krystal added.
“There is one issue we haven’t been able to resolve yet.” Rachel took lead again. “Showers . . . So far, we are fairly sure you haven’t tried to peek while we are getting in or out of the showers, but we aren’t totally comfortable with showering at the same time as you.”
A flash of lightning seemed to punctuate the last statement. Erika could see Katie and Krystal’s lips move counting the seconds until they could hear the thunder. They only got to three.
“Would you like me to wait until you are all finished to take my shower?” Erika offered.
“That was one of the options we had. But it’s not exactly fair to the girls outside our cabin to be taking showers with you in there.” Krystal pointed out.
“What if I were to stand watch, while she took her shower?” Samantha volunteered. “That way we could all take our showers at the same time and all feel safe in the fact that she’s not trying to sneak a peek.”
“I’m still not sure.” Victoria frowned. “There are a lot of other things going on in there, and as we get more comfortable, some girls may start walking around the bathroom topless. You know how it gets” She looked at Samantha. “It just wouldn’t be right.”
“I’ll gladly take my showers before, or after everyone else.” Erika submitted.
“It might come to that.” Rachel sighed.
“Anything else?” Erika inquired, dreading that they would ask the impossible.
“There has been some argument if we should make you do pick up some of our chores as well.” Krystal inserted.
“I don’t care,” Erika stated. “I just want to be part of the cabin.”
Another flash of lightning lit up the windows of the mess. The thunder immediately followed drowning out all other sound. Several girls screamed at the loud crack followed by the rumbling that sounded like a freight train was passing through the center of the building. A different sound grew more intense outside. A bunch of campers went to the windows to look outside.
“Hail!” one exclaimed. “Big chunks too!”
More flashes of lightning lit up the area, showing in a split second the hail driving from the sky. The size of small marbles, they sounded like a snare drum on the roof and in the needled trees.
Erika looked at the other girls of the cabin, who all looked at one another and as a group, got up and joined the rest of the campers staring out the window at the unique sight.
The city where they lived never got hail this big. In the city hail was tiny, barely larger than a rain drops, most of the time it fell in pieces the not much bigger than grains of sand. To see hail the size of small marbles was a novelty that no one was about to miss or forget.
The sound of the hail was almost deafening as it beat down on the roof sounding like a million tap dancers tapping all at one time. ‘shuffle, ball, change. Shuffle, ball, change’ was the mantra running through Samantha’s head. The only sound louder was the thunder that continued to follow the flashes of lightning as it forked across the sky in shades of scarlet, blue and purple.
Erika watched nature’s display of beauty and power for a few more minutes then turned away. She was going to be able to stay with Columbine. Her heart soared at the thought. She almost skipped back to her place on the fire hearth and picked up the comics again. The story was supposed to be really good, and the art was fantastic, but her mind couldn’t concentrate on comics right then. Columbine was her home for the summer. She felt warm, fuzzy waves wash over her.
A large body approached and eased down on the hearth next to her. Erika looked over and smiled at Krystal.” Thank you,” she smiled.
“What for?”
“For allowing me to stay.”
“I don’t care if you are a boy a girl or if you’re Transgender,” Krystal looked at Erika. “As long as you aren’t watching me dress, undress or shower, I’m fine with you in the cabin.” She rested a hand on Erika’s knee. “Just to let you know” She added. “Victoria argued for you to stay as well.”
“Victoria?” Erika’s voice rose in shock.
Krystal smiled, and got up to peruse the limited library near the sofas.
Victoria had argued for her? How was that possible? Victoria was the one who threatened to tell them if she hadn’t. Was the newspaper editor up to ‘scooping’ a story on her? I’ll have to write my own story . . . My summer as a teenage girl Erika thought to herself. I’ll have to write my own and if Victoria does come out with it, then I can spin it a different angle.
The deafening sound of hail pounding on and around the mess was replaced with a different kind of deafening; a deafening silence. At least it seemed that way to Erika. The sudden quiet only lasted a few seconds as a gust of wind howled through the trees and whistled over the chimney, causing the flames eating at the wood to leap and dance. Erika looked unseeingly from her comic to the flames, and noticed that Derek was standing a few feet away watching her. A blush rose in her cheeks, as she wondered how long he had been staring at her.
“I . . . uh . . . umm . . .” Derek turned red having been caught
“Would you like to sit next to me?” Erika took the initiative.
Derek smiled a nod and sat on the hearth taking the spot that Krystal had vacated a few minutes before.
Derek worked up his confidence. “Did you really go out with Josh?”
“Don’t remind me, please.” Erika rolled her eyes. “It was hardly even a date.”
“What happened?” Derek stared at his hands, which he wrung in his nervousness.
“He wasn’t my type.” Erika explained. “He was pompous, full of himself. A typical football player.”
“He has always been that way.” Derek sighed. “Just because his parents have money, he’s been able to do whatever he likes whenever he likes.”
“You know him?” Erika inquired.
“We have gone to the same school for years.” Derek explained. “When we were in elementary school, we were friends. But in Jr. High he changed. He began teasing me at school, putting me down and stuff.” He sighed, and wrung at his hands some more. “All he had to do was turn on his charm and remind the school, who his parents were and he’d get away with anything.”
“I hate guys like that.” Erika felt her blood pressure rise, listening to her new friend.
“Me too.” Derek stole a look at the pretty girl talking to him. Her ebony pigtails reflecting the fire light. “I’m just glad I’m not in his cabin. I’d hate to see how he would have manipulated the guys against me.”
“Someone really needs to put guys like that in their place.” Erika nearly growled.
Shocked at the venom in her voice, Derek glanced up to see the matching anger in her eyes. “Your friend seems to have fallen for him.”
Erika’s eyes followed Derek’s to see Samantha laughing at something that Josh had said.
“She’s always had bad taste in guys.” Erika admitted.
“How are you two doing?” Todd asked as he approached them.
“Fine.” They both replied in unison.
“Could you excuse me a moment?” Todd asked. “I need to stir up and add more fuel to the fire. If this storm doesn’t blow over soon, we all may be spending the night here.”
“What happened to Foxglove cabin?” Erika inquired.
Todd shook his head. “You aren’t Foxglove are you?”
“No, I’m in Columbine.” Erika said. I’m the one who saw you and Phoenix down at the lake with your clothes off. Her mind screamed.
“One of the large pine trees fell right through the middle of it.” He described. “I couldn’t see much in the dark, but there wasn’t much of anything left except fire wood.” He shook his head with regret.
“What is Hobbs going to do with the girls from Foxglove?” Erika asked.
“She’ll probably split them up amongst the other cabins.” Todd shrugged.
“Isn’t there an empty cabin?” Derek inquired.
“Yes, but it couldn’t be made habitable for this summer.”
The fire crackled and popped as the fire lapped at the pitch and sap, oozing from the new logs. Todd replaced the fire screen and tossed the two a smile before joining a few of the counselors a table off to the side.
“I didn’t see an empty cabin.” Erika wondered aloud. “Do you know what he is talking about?”
“Not off the top of my head,” Derek admitted. “But I wonder how bad it is, if they can’t make it habitable for campers.”
A growing group of people began surrounding one of the windows that over looked the lake. A murmur from the group grew in volume as more and more people joined to see what the commotion was.
“What is it?” Derek asked one of his brainy friends who was leaving the group, looking anxious.
“No one’s sure yet,” the guy said. “But it looks like the lightning started a forest fire.”
“A forest fire? Really?” Erika was intrigued.
“How far away is it?” Derek asked.
“It’s up in the hills on the other side of the lake.” The camper explained. “It’s a ways off. I don’t think we are in any immediate danger. ‘Specially since the wind is blowing the opposite direction.”
A chill ran down her body despite the warmth given off by the fire in the fireplace. She had seen plenty of footage on TV of how dangerous and horrible forest fires could be. “The rain and hail aren’t keeping it contained?” she inquired.
“If it’s hot enough and with it being as dry as it has been in the past few weeks, I doubt it would contain it even if it poured all night.” The camper shrugged.
“That would suck if it came this way.” Derek sighed.
“We would have to evacuate the camp. Where would we go?” Erika asked.
“Probably home.” Derek shrugged. “That would really suck.”
“Home life that bad?” Erika asked.
“No, it would mean that I wouldn’t be able to see you anymore.” Derek blushed slightly and avoided eye contact.
“That was real sweet, Derek,” Erika smiled. “Cheesy, but sweet.”
“How often do you think a guy like me comes across a beautiful girl, who happens to like comic books?” Derek asserted.
“Hmmm.” Erika thought a moment. “I don’t know anyone like that.”
A Whistle blew getting everyone’s attention. Director Hobbs stood next to the double doors and waited to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, I need to have all of the girls to sit at their cabin’s table on this side of the room. Boys. We’ll need a few moments of quiet to figure this out, so please keep it down.”
“Gotta go.” Erika looked up at the skinny red-head. “I’ll be back though.” She’d seen other girls do it, so she lightly brushed her fingers along Derek’s arm as she left. She almost giggled as she watched his face turn red again.
“What is going on?” Rachel asked Phoenix. Once they were sitting at their table.
“Foxglove is being divided up into the other cabins.” Phoenix instructed.
“You mean we’re getting another cabin mate?” Katie wondered aloud.
Phoenix nodded.
“Do we get to pick them?” Rachel asked.
“No. Director Hobbs and the counselors have all talked about it. And we have been assigned a new girl . . . Won’t that be fun?” Phoenix grinned.
Rachel looked crushed. “No.” she moaned.
“You are to make her feel welcome.” Phoenix demanded. “Whoever we get has just lost a lot of security and some of her belongings. She’ll need our love and support.”
“What if she doesn’t fit?” Rachel bemoaned.
“Then You will have to make allowances.” Phoenix glared. “Be glad we are only getting one. Other cabins are taking two girls and one of them is getting a second counselor.”
“One girl is enough.” Rachel nodded in sudden agreement.
“Alright girls.” Director Hobbs called their attention. She then went in to details about how Foxglove cabin was in ruins and that they were going to do everything they could to save what they could of the girl’s possessions. The Foxglove girls were going to be going into town tomorrow afternoon, or the following morning to wash what clothes they could retrieve and get replacement toothbrushes and stuff. “Okay Foxglove girls. Could you please come up here?” Hobbs asked.
The girls of Foxglove and their counselor formed a line beside Director Hobbs. “I spoke with each of the counselors and we tried to fit like personalities into the cabins.” Director Hobbs went on. She called off different girl’s names and then introduced them to their new cabin assignment.
“Tricia Patton. You will be in Columbine cabin.” Hobbs stated.
A fair skinned blonde girl stepped forward and smiled at our table.
“A damned girly girl.” Rachel sighed heavily taking note of Tricia’s perfect hair, short skirt and pink top. She had been hoping for one of the more athletic girls.
Camp Kumoni Ch. 36
by Anistasia Allread She opened her eyes to see the angelic face of Samantha facing her, her eyes still closed in a peaceful sleep. Erika’s heart almost broke right then for want of caressing her velvet like lips; to feel their silkiness against her own. A tear slid gently down her cheek . . . |
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“Katie, move over so that Tricia can have a seat,” Phoenix suggested. “Tricia, come have a seat and welcome to Columbine cabin.”
“Thanks, Tricia smiled with a soft voice. She sat down between Katie and Phoenix and looked around the table at all of the girls staring at her with mixed emotions.
Phoenix looked at Rachel with a look that seethed with dominance. “Okay, girls, let’s go around the table and introduce ourselves to Tricia.”
Once they had given their names and where they were from again, Tricia greeted all of the girls with a smile. Her family traveled and moved quite a lot. They had recently moved to this area and were planning on moving again next summer to another part of the country.
Tricia had pretty blonde hair that looked to be highlighted almost to a white, which matched her almost perfect teeth. Long dark lashes framed emerald green eyes which sparkled with good humor and excitement as she told them a bit about herself.
Erika studied her face intently. Her make-up was so clean and perfect. It was getting to be late at night and she still looked fresh. Her delicate hands were folded on the table in front of her, except when she spoke, but then they only moved just a little and in such a graceful way, that she didn’t need large gestures to emphasize her brief story.
Erika looked from the pretty blonde to the other girls of Columbine. Katie, like Erika, was entranced and a little awed by simple elegance of the newcomer. Samantha looked to have found a new kindred spirit while Victoria looked on with only a little interest. Rachel seemed distant and almost appeared to view the newcomer with contempt
A loud, deep thump on the roof caused several of the girls to shriek and squeal in fright. Erika jumped slightly at the sudden noise and looked to the rafters, hoping that they would be able to hold out the storm. She felt grateful that Director Hobbs had insisted that everyone gather in the mess. She would have been terrified huddled in the small cabin.
“I hope your stuff isn’t too badly damaged in this storm.” Dani patted Tricia’s hand from across the table. “I’m sure we can get you through the next few days.”
“Thank you, Dani,” Tricia smiled. “I am excited to get to know each of you better. The whole camp looks up to your cabin. To be a part of it is so cool.”
“Okay girls,” Director Hobbs interrupted. “This storm isn’t going to blow over anytime soon. So, we’re all going to have to sleep here in the mess.
Groans erupted from more than one table.
“We have some extra blankets and pillows next door in the storeroom. We’ll pull some of those out to use,” Director Hobbs continued.
“Can we get the side that has the sofas and carpet?” Rachel pleaded.
Director Hobbs sighed aloud and nodded. “No fighting over the sofa’s though.”
Half an hour later, the girls all gathered on one side of the mess, the boys the other side. Pillows and blankets had been brought out. Along with the cushions from the sofas, and wadded-up jackets, most in the mess were reasonably comfortable.
The wind, now a constant and familiar sound, continued to throw a more subdued tantrum in the branches of the trees. The hail had stopped as quickly as it had begun. It was followed by large drops pouring from the sky, but now only small drops were whipped and driven by the mad winds. The only sound of thunder was distant and a low roll, almost an undertone.
Erika lay on the carpet, curled up on her side between Samantha and Dani. The cheerleader, the object of Eric’s desires was only a few inches away, breathing softly. Her blonde hair, like silver and golden threads fell down her back and pooled on the floor. Erika wanted so badly to reach out and touch those silken threads, that soft luxurious hair, but was terrified of being seen amongst the assorted girls. How would it look for one girl to be touching another in that way?
Her mind flashed back to Josh’s hand resting on Samantha’s thigh; Samantha’s giggle and her face all aglow as he looked at her. Her heart seemed to implode as the memories touched her mind as she drifted off into a restless sleep.
She stretched her muscles and opened her eyes to see the angelic face of Samantha facing her, her eyes still closed in a peaceful sleep. Erika’s heart almost broke right then for want of caressing her velvet like lips; to feel their silkiness against her own. A tear slid gently down her cheek as she resigned herself to resisting the urge, for fear of how it would appear to the rest of the assembled people.
Then something else occurred to her. Not only was sunlight coming through the window, but there were no sounds of wind or rain coming from outside. The trees even seemed to be silent in their vigil.
Her blue lacquered nails flew to her mouth as she tried to stifle a yawn, but a slight noise escaped her traitorous lips; a small squeak that woke the sleeping Samantha.
Erika quickly wiped the tear from her cheek and smiled a good morning Samantha after a moment of confusion smiled back, warming her heart.
Erika propped up on one arm and looked out the window at the sun filtering through the giant vegetation and covered the limb strewn ground in dappled sunlight. A few other girls had risen and were quietly stretching and whispering amongst themselves.
Erika looked at the clock. It was much later than they had been getting out of bed to do their morning exercises. Part of her missed the morning walk in fresh air to wake up by. Another part of her loved the ability to wake up without the blaring of an alarm clock. Two counselors stood in front of each of the two mess doors. A couple of girls stood fuming and arguing quietly with them.
“I don’t care,” a counselor told the girls. “No one is allowed to leave here until after breakfast.”
The rest of the campers were now stretching and wiping the sleep from their eyes.
Slowly the girl of Columbine including their new member, Tricia gathered and sat at their table. The wonderful smells of pancakes wafted through the doors.
“God, those smell good.” Krystal’s eyes lit up as she looked to Rachel.
“You can have one,” Rachel nodded. “But go easy on the butter and syrup.”
“Aren’t we controlling?” Tricia observed.
“We’re trying to help her lose weight.” Dani defended the two.
The girls then took turns informing Tricia about their morning rituals. The walk, the exercise, helping Krystal to lose the weight she so desperately wanted to lose.
A big plate of pancakes was served to their table, along with some butter, syrup, and peanut-butter. The girls dug in hungrily. A few moments later the head cook came out and placed a bowl of cottage cheese garnished with some pears and set in next to Krystal with a smile.
“You got your counselor to allow you a clock radio in your cabin?” Tricia’s face lit up.
“Yeah, so? What’s the big deal?” Katie asked.
“No one is allowed to have music playing devises in their cabin, and you not only have one, but you get your counselor to allow it openly?” Tricia looked at them incredulously. “This cabin rocks!”
“Shhh,” Rachel hissed. “Not so loud.”
“I didn’t know alarm clocks were included in that ‘banned list’, “Dani smiled.
“Does it get any good stations?” Tricia looked hopeful.
” We really haven’t had a chance to find out.” Samantha yawned. “We’ve been a bit busy.”
Director Hobbs called everyone to attention. She thanked them all for being so understanding about sleeping in the mess and promised that they would be allowed back to their cabins as soon as breakfast was over. The girls of Foxglove cabin would be allowed, with supervision, to go through what remained of their cabin after it had been made safe.
“The good news campers, is that there won’t be a cabin clean up or inspection this morning,” she smiled as they all hooted and applauded. “Instead, there will be a camp clean up.” The cheers turned to groans. “The wind created a lot of mess and damage out there. We have some rakes and shovels as well as garbage cans. Everyone will be expected to pitch in to help clean up the main pathways and the area around their cabin.”
“Good morning, Columbine,” Phoenix greeted. “We have to go back to the cabin as a group. So when you are all ready to go, just let me know.” She paused and looked around the table making eye contact with everyone there. “Good morning, Tricia.” She smiled.
“Morning, Phoenix.” Tricia smiled back.
“Anyway. I checked out our cabin this morning. We survived pretty well. There are a lot of downed branches to be removed and pine needles to rake up. But we were pretty lucky. Daisy cabin got a branch through one of their windows. And there isn’t much left of Foxglove.” She frowned at Tricia. “I’m sorry.”
“At least no one was hurt,” Tricia smiled back.
“A great way to look at it,” Phoenix smiled.
“What’s that?” Dani pointed to a mountain across the lake.
Everyone stopped and looked across the lake through the trees to the horizon. A large brownish yellow haze filled the sky.
“Forest fire,” Katie sighed sadly.
“Forest fire?” Victoria sounded alarmed. “Is it coming this way?”
“Forest fires tend to travel up hill.” Krystal informed them. “Wind and gravity can help with them going against the norm, but I believe we’re safe. . . for now.”
“Should we call 911?” Dani asked.
Katie, Rachel and Victoria snickered.
“What?” Dani questioned.
See that dark dot on the sky?” Katie pointed.
“Yeah.”
“That’s the fire department,” Katie smiled. “I think they know.”
A few seconds later, smaller dots fell from the larger one.
“What’s that?” Dani inquired.
The small dots broke into two pieces then suddenly slowed.
“Parachutes,” Katie explained. “They’re smoke jumpers.”
“I’m confused.” Dani went on watching the dots descend to the ridge top.
Katie looked at the others. “You want to take it from there, Krystal?” Katie pleaded.
“Smoke jumpers are firefighters who jump out planes and parachute to the fire line,” Krystal described.
“What good will they do without water?” Dani inquired.
Rachel went from snickering to a full-on roar of laughter, causing the small blonde to redden with shame.
“Cut her some slack,” Tricia defended.
“What do you know about it, Princess?” Rachel shot back.
“My Uncle happens to be a retired smoke jumper,” Tricia shot back. “He has some pretty nasty burns from when he worked the lines.”
“Then why don’t you explain it to her….. highness?”
“Because Krystal is doing just fine,” Tricia smiled sweetly.
“They don’t use water.” Krystal continued. “They use chainsaws, shovels and picks to create a fire line–a wide patch of ground that is bare dirt and won’t let the fire spread any further. The goal is that the fire will be starved of fuel and then burn its self out.”
“But it can jump the fire lines.” Katie added.
“If they don’t get a wide enough bare area, or if a burning tree falls across it, it can continue the fire.” Krystal explained. “Sometimes if the wind is blowing, it will blow sparks across the fire lines–that kind of thing.”
“And they are stuck out there?”
“If they contain the fire, then they hike out to a clearing or a road and get a lift back to town, otherwise they have to hide and try and survive the fire burning all around them. A second group of jumpers are then sent out and the first group joins them later.”
“How do they survive in the middle of a forest fire?”
“If it bad, many don’t.” Tricia sighed. “My uncle almost died in one. He has some nasty burns on his arms and legs to show for it.”
A quiet fell around them.
“They do it because they love the forest, they love the endorphin high and they get paid very well.” Tricia added.
“I wonder if they’ll use our lake,” Krystal questioned aloud.
“That would be cool to see.” Katie agreed.
“What are you talking about now?” Dani looked from one to the other.
“If the fire is big enough, they have helicopters that have a large bucket hanging from them. It uses local lakes to fill up with water and then it flies over the fire and releases the water to help put out the flames.” Krystal explained.
“We’d probably be banned from using the lake if they did that . . . for safety reasons.” Rachel sighed.
“Come on, Columbine, we have a lot of work to do today,” Phoenix called from up the pathway.
“What are they going to do with all of this stuff?” Tricia wondered aloud trying to strike up a conversation with Erika.
“I hope that they have a big bonfire and burn it,” Erika’s eyes sparkled.
“Not with a forest fire already burning,” Rachel butted in.
Are we working all day?” Dani asked, dragging a rake over the ground, gathering pine needles into a pile.
“After lunch, I believe we go back to the rope course.” Victoria groaned.
“You aren’t afraid of heights are you?” Rachel asked Tricia.
“Nope; I actually love doing the rope course.” she smiled. “As long as I have gloves so that I don’t ruin my nails.
“Ruin your nails?!” Rachel rolled her eyes. “Oh my God! Did you really just say that?”
“I pay a lot to keep my nails looking this good,” Tricia defended. “At least my nails don’t look like I dig potatoes for a living.”
“Rachel,” Dani snarled. “Stop spitting poison–and Tricia; retract those manicured claws, please. We have a lot of work to do, and I want to enjoy my free time tonight.”
“So do I,” Samantha affirmed with a big smile.
“You just want to be alone with Josh,” Dani teased.
“I can’t help it,” Samantha grinned. “Did you see his biceps?”
“He is cute,” Krystal confirmed. “But I’d pick brains over looks any day.”
“Even over someone as cute as Josh?” Samantha raised an eyebrow.
Erika walked quickly out of earshot. She didn’t want to hear anything more about Josh’s biceps, butt, or charm. She was here, dressed as a girl, because of her or should she say Eric’s desire to be with Samantha and what happens? Samantha runs off after another numb-skulled, arrogant jock. Did cheerleaders ever change?
“Wait up Erika,” Tricia called after her.
Erika kept up her pace, stooped for a large branch and began hauling it back towards the pile. Her blood pounded in her ears from the comments.
“What’s going on?” Tricia asked stepping in front of Erika.
“Nothing; please leave me alone.” Erika attempted to side step the pretty blonde.
“Hey, I’ve only been part of this cabin for a few hours. I need to know what is going on . . . I deserve to know what I’m getting into.”
“Don’t worry about it, Tricia,” Erika started with the branch again.
“You like Josh? Is that it?” Tricia poked.
“No.” Erika continued on. She was losing her calm. She liked Tricia, but this line of questioning, right now, was not helping her deal with Samantha’s infatuation with Josh.
“Oh, my goodness,” Tricia stopped in her tracks. “You like Samantha,” she stated.
The slight pause in Erika’s storming, was all of the confirmation that Tricia needed. “Does she know?”
Erika whirled around on Tricia. “No; and you aren’t going to tell her either.” Her voice was filled with venom. “Just leave me alone.”
“Okay, I’m sorry, Erika,” Tricia put her hands up. “I truly am.”
It didn’t take long for the girls to clean off a sizeable section of the path and clear the area around their cabin of branches and needles. After they put their tools away, they one by one fell into their beds. Tricia entered the cabin last and stood in the doorway not knowing where to go or what to do.
“Here, Tricia,” Victoria offered patting her bunk. “Until you get yours.”
Tricia collapsed onto Victoria’s bed and looked around at her new cabin. “You’ve got hangers?”
“We got those while we were in town, along with a few other things,” Victoria explained.
“Tricia,” Phoenix got her attention. “I thought we would stick your bed over there.” She pointed to a bare spot on the wall just past Samantha and Erika’s bunks. “I’m not sure what we can do about your clothing. We might have to share our drawer space with you.”
“I don’t think it will be too big of an issue,” Tricia sighed. “From what I hear, most of my clothing is torn, stained and ruined by a tree.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” Phoenix lit up. “We can now go by your cabin and see if there is anything you can salvage.”
“Cool!” Rachel sat up crowing. “Can we go see the carnage too?”
“That wasn’t the nicest way to put that, Rachel,” Phoenix scowled. “But I don’t see why not. We can help carry whatever survives back here before going to lunch.”
As they approached where Foxglove had once been, a hush fell over the forest. The birds didn’t chirp or call and the squirrels didn’t chatter in nearby trees. Even the usual light breeze seemed to be mourning the loss of a giant tree as well as a cabin.
Only a part of one wall still remained standing. From what Erika could see, the only reason it was standing was because of all the debris holding it up. A large pine tree with rough gray bark lay through what was once the center of Foxglove cabin. Shards of broken wood, poked up here and there, but most of the more dangerous stuff looked to have been cleared by chainsaw while everyone else was cleaning up.
Two counselors and two maintenance men worked their way through the wreckage. Personal items of any kind were being extracted as quickly and as carefully as possible from the wreckage and piled off to one side. Hatchets and chain saws were being used to hack holes into sections of the collapsed roof to free some of the items.
“Don’t come into this mess.” One of the maintenance guys warned. “We’ll get out what we can and pile it there. Go ahead and take what is yours.”
One of the counselors waded through the splintered pile of wood and came up to the Columbine girls. “Anything of value, such as jewelry, we are holding on to. Tonight, we’ll gather you all to get what is yours. That way no one is accused of stealing,” she explained. “Did you have anything in particular that was valuable or urgent?”
“No,” Tricia shook her head. “Just my clothes. I didn’t bring any valuable jewelry. It looks like that was a good thing too.”
Tricia went through the pile of stuff pulled from the cabin and piled what was hers, off to the side. Erika noticed that most of the clothing that she was claiming as hers was pink.
The girls each took an arm load and headed back to Columbine cabin.
“Can we take a shower?” Rachel inquired. “We have forty-five minutes before lunch and we’re still in our clothes from last night.”
“Is anyone down there now?” Phoenix inquired.
“I didn’t hear anyone down there when we came in. I’ll go take a look.” Rachel raced out of the cabin.
“Look at all of this,” Tricia sighed. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get some of these stains out. And my favorite blouse has sap all over it.”
“I believe Director Hobbs is taking you and the rest of Foxglove into town this afternoon to get some new items,” Phoenix consoled.
“What should I do for the rest of the day?” She bit her lower lip in frustration.
“You’re about my size.” Erika offered. I don’t have a huge selection, but you can borrow some of my clothes.”
“Really?” Tricia’s face brightened.
“Shorts or skirt?” Erika offered.
“I prefer a skirt, if that is okay?”
“Not a problem. If we are doing the rope course today, I’ll need to wear shorts anyway.”
Rachel jogged back into the cabin. “No one is down there right now,” she announced.
“Alright then,” Phoenix smiled. “Let’s all go. God knows, I need a shower.” She wrinkled her nose at the end of the statement.
The girls all gathered up their toiletry bags and towels. Erika dug a skirt out of her drawer, careful not to reveal the laptop, and handed it over to their new blonde cabin mate.
“Here, Tricia,” Phoenix came over. “Since you are now part of Columbine, you’ll need an official shirt. She handed Tricia a couple of lavender shirts.
The girls all began filing out of the cabin, eager to feel hot steamy water clean their skin.
“Come on, Erika,” Phoenix beckoned from the door.
“I’ll be down in a few minutes,” Erika waved her on.
Phoenix paused and studied Erika.
“I promise,” Erika smiled. “I want a shower as much as anyone else. I just need to take care of a few things here.” She lied.
Phoenix nodded her curly copper hair and walked off after the girls.
Erika sat down on Samantha’s bunk and sighed heavily. She needed to allow them time to shower without her being there to make them nervous. How much time should she give them? Ten minutes? Twenty? She desperately hoped that Phoenix didn’t plan on coming back to check up on her.
She lay back on Samantha’s bunk and eased her head onto Samantha’s pillow. She inhaled slowly and filled her nose with the sweet musky scent of the blonde cheerleader. The urge to be near the golden goddess washed over her body again. Her chest felt tight as breathing became difficult and her heart thumped loudly. Salty tears pushed their way past her eye lids and slowly trickled down her cheek. If only Samantha could see her as she really was, boy or girl, she was in love with her, and the cheerleader was clueless.
She took in one more deep breath of Samantha’s essence and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She took her time gathering her towel and change of clothes before heading down to join her cabin mates in the shower building.
Samantha greeted her at the door with her blonde locks still wet. “Oh good, you’re here. I was about to come and get you. You get the next available.”
Erika bounced up and sat on the bathroom counter and waited for the next shower to open.
A few minutes later, Erika found herself undressed and standing under hot steaming water. She lathered her hair and rinsed, then took out her pink razor. It had been a few days and she could start to feel the slight prickles on her face. As quickly and carefully as she could shaved her face, then her armpits and lastly, she ran the pink razor in long swipes up her legs, from heel to just below her knee. Using her fingers as a guide, she made sure to scrape all of the stubble from her skin. Her fingertips enjoyed the smooth silky skin that the razor left behind.
“Don’t take all day in there, Erika,” Samantha called, breaking her peaceful gratifying shower.
“I’ll be right out.”
After drying off, Erika slipped into her clothes–shorts because of the rope course and one of her un-enhanced lavender camp shirts. She slipped her flip-flops back on and emerged from the shower stall to see Samantha putting her make-up on while waiting for her, so intent in her task that she failed to notice Erika.
Erika stood as still as a statue and watched the love of her heart, lean over the counter and apply her makeup. Even doing such a mundane task, the cheerleader was beautiful. She stifled a sigh and made her way forward.
“Good, you’re ready. The others already went up to the cabin.”
Erika rubbed her hair vigorously with her towel. “How should I do my hair today?” she inquired of her friend.
“Hmmm” Samantha looked back at the black mass of slightly longer than shoulder length hair. “I think I have some combs. You can pull the sides back with them,” she smiled.
The smile on Samantha’s face warmed Erika’s heart. It was almost the same feeling of drinking hot chocolate on a cold day and feeling the warmth radiate from your stomach out, only this was a radiating of warmth from her chest.
Erika entered the cabin to find the girls in various roles of cleaning.
“Just a quick clean before lunch,” Rachel explained.”
Erika put her stuff in her drawer and pitched in with the quick clean. Most of the cabin had already been spotless, so other than a good sweep, a wipe down and straightening of their beds, it was pretty much done.
“Here.” Samantha handed the combs to her.
“Thank you, Samantha,” Erika gushed. She held the pretty sparkly combs in her hand and realized she had no idea how to place them in her hair. It couldn’t be that hard. There weren’t any clasps or latches on them; they were just bars encrusted with crystals that had comb teeth.
Erika went into the bathroom, brushed out her hair, took one of the combs and stuck it in her hair. Her hair fell forward and the comb came loose. She pulled her hair back up and tried again, but again it wouldn’t stay.
“You’ve never used combs before?” a voice whispered from the door.
Erika turned to see Tricia standing there with a friendly smile on her face. “Um, no,” she blushed.
“Can I help you?” Tricia asked.
“Would you?”
Tricia closed the bathroom door and approached Erika. “You have very pretty hair, Erika.” She commented while running her fingers through the slightly damp tresses.
“Thank you.” Erika stammered.
“Take the comb like this,” Tricia showed her. “And pull it up through the hair. When you get it where you want and with the tension that is desired, you flip the comb the other direction and slide it in . . . Like that.” She smiled at Erika’s reflection in the mirror. “You try.”
Erika was a bit awkward but she managed to get the comb in about the right place even if it didn’t have quite the tension as the one that Tricia placed.
“Very good,” she smiled at her pupil. “See there’s nothing to it. Now pull them out and do them both yourself.”
Erika smiled at the pretty blonde newcomer and did as instructed under her watchful eyes.
“I am so jealous,” Tricia sighed.
“Oh? About what?” Erika wondered.
“You have such long, thick eyelashes.” Tricia remarked. “Usually only guys get luscious eyelashes like those.”
Erika’s heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath. “Good genes I guess,” She smiled at Tricia.
“If we have time after lunch, could I do your make-up?” Tricia asked.
“That would be great!” Erika smiled. Tricia’s makeup was so flawless, Erika was jealous.
“Cool.” Tricia threw her arms around Erika and gave her a big hug. “I’m so glad I’m part of your cabin.” Tricia confided. “I’ve wanted in on your circle since the first night you all marched into the mess wearing these shirts all changed up.”
“I’m–uh–glad you could join us too.” Erika gave the girl a squeeze back. “I’m just sorry a tree had to fall on your cabin to arrange it.”
Tricia stood back, looked Erika in the face and began laughing hysterically.
Erika joined her, not knowing what was so funny, but felt that she needed to support her new friend.
“You are nothing like what some of the other girls from the other cabins said you were like,” Tricia continued, laughing.
“What did they say?” Erika’s interest was piqued.
“They said that you were a cold-hearted witch. After all you don’t talk much to the other girls and you turned Josh down after one date.” Her laughing slowed and she smiled at Erika. “That you felt he was beneath your status. But I see everything more clearly now.”
Camp Kumoni Ch. 37
by Anistasia Allread “Are you alright?” Tricia asked, coming closer. “Yes . . . No.” Erika almost whined. “My duck is gone.” |
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“They said that you were a cold-hearted witch. After all you don’t talk much to the other girls and you turned Josh down after one date.” Her laughing slowed and she smiled at Erika. “That you felt he was beneath your status. But I see everything more clearly now.”
Erika’s heart jumped. “You do?”
“Of course, a smart, sensitive girl like you wants someone who will take care of you, as much as you take care of them.”
Erika could feel her muscles relax. “Yes. Yes that is it.”
Tricia smiled. “You deserve someone wonderful.” She embraced Erika in a tight hug.
“Alright Columbine.” Phoenix said, smiling at them. “Let’s go. We have ropes to climb.”
A loud groan escaped Katie. Victoria joined her in misery as the girls made their way to what looked like a bunch of trees tangled in jump ropes.
Skyler greeted them with a big smile. “Good afternoon Ladies.”
“It was until we came here,” Victoria muttered to Katie who stood beside her in the back of the group.
Skyler winked. “Don’t worry, Katie, you’re off the hook. I’m going to teach you to belay your cabin mates. Your feet won’t leave the ground.”
“Thank God,” Katie sighed heavily.
“What about me?” Victoria inquired.
“You are going to work through your fear,” Skyler told her. “In fact, you are going first today.”
“That’s not fair,” Victoria scowled. “I don’t like heights either, why can Katie get out of it, and not me?”
“Because, after speaking with Director Hobbs and some others, we decided that it would be a good growing experience for you whereas Katie would and could be a health risk.”
“So all I had to do was to fake a panic attack and I wouldn’t have to do it?” Victoria almost screamed
Skyler smiled, keeping his voice calm. “No, it’s a bit more than that.”
“This is bullshit!” Victoria growled, storming off to the side and dropping on to a log.
Skyler ignored her and turned back to the other girls. “Alright ladies, let’s get the gear on.”
Erika, excited about another day in the trees dangling from a rope, was one of the first to get into her harness, gloves and helmet. She walked over to Victoria who was making a point not to see her and stood in front of her.
Victoria refused to look up at Erika. “What are you looking at, plague?”
“Do you like ants?” Erika inquired, ignoring the crude, hurtful comment.
Victoria looked up quizzically. “Huh?”
“Do you like ants?”
“No,” she huffed.
“Then why are you sitting on a nest of them?” Erika bit her lip to keep from laughing.
Victoria jumped up and started brushing at the few hundred ants that had crawled onto her pants leg. She began running in place, hopping up and down, and screeching. Erika stepped forward and began forcefully brushing them off of her as well.
“What is going on over here?” Phoenix demanded.
“She sat on an ant nest,” Erika explained while attempting to help the frantic Victoria.
“Hold still, Victoria,” Phoenix commanded.
The girl froze and began shuddering as Phoenix and Erika went to work getting the few remaining ants off from Victoria.
“Are you ready to suit up now?” Phoenix asked.
Victoria scowled at the counselor and stomped over to the equipment.
“How did it go?” she asked with a smile.
“Not bad,” Dani greeted her.
Victoria rolled her eyes and tossed herself on her bed, while Katie looked relieved.
“We made some progress,” Krystal sighed. “At least some of us did.” She tossed a despairing look over at Victoria.
Phoenix called for their attention.
“Listen up girls. You have until nine o’clock tonight to do whatever you please. As long as you stay on camp property, and don’t kill anyone,” she announced. “The mess will be open between 5:00 and 7:00 for dinner, if you miss the time slot, tough luck.” She looked to her bed and then to the door. “I’ve got to go to a meeting. So, you won’t see me for a while. If you need a counselor, check in with Judy from Daisy cabin.”
“I need to change,” Samantha announced to no one in particular. She looked over at Tricia. “Could you help me with my hair and makeup, Tricia?” she asked.
“Sure. What’s the special occasion?”
“Josh.”
Dani’s eyes darted to Erika’s then to Samantha’s.
“Oh,” Tricia mouthed. “So you are next in line.”
“I hope he takes me out on the lake to watch the sunset,” Samantha swooned.
Erika swore under her breath and pulled out her lap top before climbing up on her bed.
Dani approached the bed. “Katie and I are going down to the lake to enjoy some water. Did you want to come?”
“Nah,” Erika said, shaking her head. “I’m not really in the mood.” She went back to her computer.
Before she could get back to what she was doing, Rachel tossed a pillow, hitting her arm. “Krystal and I are going to take a hike or two around the lake, since we didn’t get a chance to this morning. Wanna join us?”
Erika smiled. “I might catch you on the second lap.” She went back to her computer.
Eric had scanned a few pencil sketches into his laptop before coming to camp, ready for “inking” and “coloring”. If she had the time, Erika would finish the drawings and upload them onto the website, whether it was by breaking into the computer room, or waiting until they were in town.
Half an hour later, Samantha and Tricia emerged from the bathroom. Erika almost fell off her bunk.
Samantha’s flaxen and golden tresses were loosely pulled away from her face, while a few locks escaped, framing her beautiful made up eyes and soft skin. The rest of her mane fell in a cascade of curls, over a pink halter top that left her athletic cheerleader back bare.
A knee length denim skirt showed off her well defined and tanned legs, while delicate white strapped sandals graced her feet, showing pink toe nails that matched the shade of her top and lip gloss.
Her eyes looked so large and deep, Erika was having trouble not falling off of the bed and into those beautiful eyes.
“Do I look presentable?” Samantha almost giggled with delight.
Inside, Erika screamed. Josh, you bastard! You have no idea what you have. Outwardly she had difficulty swallowing, but finally managed it as well as a smile. “As if you could look anything but beautiful.”
Samantha and Tricia smiled and giggled as they left the cabin.
Erika stared at her laptop monitor unseeing. The only thing her eyes could visualize was the earthly angel wrapped in Josh’s arms sitting in a boat on the lake. Erika slammed the laptop shut and buried her head into her pillow.
She swore, she screamed and she sobbed into the pillow. As she was about to drift off to sleep, she forced herself up and hopped down from the bunk. She slipped the laptop back into its hiding spot and trudged out of the cabin.
The area around the cabins was so quiet. It was almost as quiet it as it was in the morning when they emerged for their exercises. Erika saw two girls leave Daisy cabin with their heads together talking. From the direction of the lake she could hear all kinds of commotion. People swimming, diving, talking, laughing and teasing. She wasn’t in the mood for dealing with that much public, so she headed down one of the forest paths that merged with the one that wound around the lake.
In her haste to get to the main trail, she had forgotten that this trail spur merged with the main trail, just off the beach. The campers there were starting to pack up and head up to the mess for dinner.
Erika checked the sky for the sun’s position. A yellowish-brown haze filled the sky, if they were in the city, it would have been considered a smoggy day. Her eyes scanned the hills and located the forest fire. Dark brown smoke billowed up into the sky. Despite the poor air, Erika realized that it was indeed early evening. How long she had been crying in her pillow?
“Erika!” a voice called. “Erika, could you wait for a second?”
Erika turned and saw Derek jogging across the sand, a big smile on his face.
“Hey, Derek,” Erika greeted. Inside she cringed. She really wanted to be alone right now. The love of her life was somewhere about, being courted by a strong, charismatic jock. “What’s up?”
Derek’s voice was edged with concern. “I was hoping we could talk.”
“Oh?” Erika raised an eyebrow. “Walk with me?” she invited. She’d have to be careful in letting the geeky redhead down. She didn’t want any more relationships with guys–especially right now.
“So have you read those comic’s yet?” Derek inquired.
“The King Arthur ones? No. I haven’t had time,” Erika sighed. She didn’t know if she’d ever get the time with the way her summer was going so far.
“How did you get into comics?”
“My dad had a bunch of Batman and others,” Erika explained. “I picked one up and started reading it. I’ve been a fan ever since. I even started my own online.”
“Really?” Derek’s face lit up. “I’d love to take a look sometime.”
“I’ll send you a link when we get back to civilization.”
Erika didn’t realize how fast she was walking, until she found that they were already a third of the way around the lake.
“I didn’t want to talk to you about comic books,” Derek admitted. His face blushed as he looked down at the ground, trying to gather courage. “I . . . ah . . .” he stammered.
Oh, shit, here it comes. Erika thought. How do I do this without hurting his feelings, or him resenting me?
“Does Dani have a boyfriend?” he blurted out in a big rush.
Erika stopped in mid-step. Dani? Does Dani have a boyfriend? “I . . . Don’t think so?” Erika admitted. “Why?”
Derek’s red face deepened to the color of a beet. “I was just wondering.”
Erika was shocked. “You like Dani?”
“Yes,” Derek admitted. “I think she is very cute.”
Erika sighed heavily with relief.
“What?” Derek asked on alert.
“Nothing.”
Derek looked questioning at Erika.
She smiled. “I thought you were going to ask me out.”
Derek blinked hard. “Oh. Nothing against you Erika, honest. I think you are wonderful. You’re beautiful and smart and you even like comics, but as much as I like you, I’m interested in Dani. I have been ever since I first saw her that first night when you all paraded into the mess.”
“Dani is a very smart and intelligent young lady,” Erika agreed. “But don’t ever call her cute.”
“Huh?” Derek looked puzzled. “She is cute.”
“’Cute’ refers to something small and cuddly. Dani has been fighting against that image all of her life,” Erika explained. “It would be like saying ‘Derek is a nice guy.’”
Derek physically cringed upon hearing those last two words. “Okay, I see what you mean.”
“Think sexy, intelligent, pretty, exotic, but don’t use cute.”
Derek nodded his head. “You know, my mom is the same way? She hates being called cute too.” He frowned then looked up at Erika. “Do you think you could . . . you know . . . tell her that I like her?” he pleaded.
“What?”
“You know, act as a go-between.”
“No way!” Erika blurted. She paused “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. What I meant was that if you really want to be with Dani, you have to show her that you have the balls to ask her. She is a very nice girl. It’s not like she’s going to bite your head off,” she said and gave him a smile.
“But what if I go up to her and all she sees is a redheaded geek?” He sounded exasperated.
“Then she isn’t looking deep enough.” Erika paused. “I could introduce you two,” she suggested, relenting.
“Could you?” Derek asked, hopeful once again.
“Only introductions,” Erika stated sternly. “The rest is up to you.”
“You’re the best!” Derek swooped Erika up in his arms and twirled her around and gently put her feet back on the ground.
“We’ll see about that,” she giggled. This giggling thing was becoming more natural to her. She kind of enjoyed it.
“We should be getting back. The mess is probably about to close for the night,” Derek said looking at the sun.
“Go on a head. I want to stay out here for a bit longer.”
Derek hesitated. “I can dig into my stash when I get back.” He looked around at the trees.
“Go on,” Erika motioned. “I’ll be perfectly alright out here.”
He looked skeptical.
“Go on and go,” she urged. “Go on. I’ll see you later.”
Derek gave Erika a big hug, turned and jogged down the trail back to camp.
Erika walked down the trail a little bit and noticed a large rock sticking up from the surface of the lake. She slipped off her flip-flops and waded out to the rock and sat down, dangling her feet and legs into the sun warmed lake.
What was she going to do about Samantha? She was infatuated with the cheerleader–more than infatuated, in love. It seemed that most of her time during the day when not focused on a task, was either watching or thinking about the lovely blonde. She was going to have to tell her. That was all there was to it. She was going to have to follow the advice she gave to Derek and tell Samantha that Eric was in love with her, had always been in love with her.
Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She looked over to see the mother duck and her fluffy yellow ducklings following behind her. She looked for her kindred spirit, the black duckling that tagged along at the end of the line. She didn’t see it. Her eyes searched frantically for the duckling but no dark movement could be seen in the shadows following the bright ducks. What could have happened to it? She stood up in the water and waded towards the mother, counting the little yellow things lined up behind her. The mother veered off to keep from the human intercept. She counted them again, but the little guy wasn’t there.
Heart sick, Erika waded to shore and slipped into her flip-flops.
“There you are,” a familiar voice called from down the trail. “That red-headed guy said you were out here.”
Erika looked closer at the figure emerging from the darkening shadows. “Hi Tricia.”
“Are you alright?” Tricia asked, coming closer.
“Yes . . . No.” Erika almost whined. “My duck is gone.”
“Your what?”
“My duck,” Erika repeated. “There is a mother duck here with some ducklings. I’ve kind of adopted the black one, but it’s missing. I counted them three times. None of the others are missing, but my duck is nowhere to be seen.”
Tricia just stared at the dark-haired girl.
“I know it’s stupid, but I feel a connection with it,” Erika tried to explain.
“I can understand that,” Tricia soothed.
“No this is different,” Erika insisted.
Tricia put a reassuring hand on Erika’s shoulder and looked into her eyes. “I do understand.”
Erika looked doubtful.
“A little birdie told me something about you.” Tricia let her hand fall, brushing Erika’s arm as it did so. “Is it true?”
Erika‘s muscles tensed up. The sadness in her heart tightened her chest even more. “So they couldn’t keep it to themselves for even one day?” Erika’s voice growled with frustration. “They wouldn’t even let me tell you on my own.” She reached down, picked up a stick and flung it out over the water.
“I had my suspicions.”
“Is it that obvious? Does the whole camp know?”
Tricia shrugged. “I highly doubt it.”
“Does it bother you that I’m different?” Erika watched the smoke rising from the hillside, pointedly not wanting to look at her cabin mate.
“It doesn’t seem to bother anyone else, why should it bother me?”
“It bothered Victoria at first. But I think . . . I hope she is coming around to seeing me in a different light. It seems to bother Rachel, but then, she has it in for boys anyway,” she sighed.
“When did it all start?” Tricia inquired.
“A week before camp,” Erika admitted. “Who told you, anyway? Was it Samantha?”
“Does it really matter?” Tricia shrugged. She stepped in front of Erika and rested a hand on each of the dark-haired girl’s shoulders and waited for Erika to look her in the eyes. “Actually, Erika, no one told me.” Tricia confessed. “Like I said, I had my suspicions, but you just confirmed them.”
The blood drained from Erika’s face. Her hands went numb and she began to feel faint.
“I need to sit down.” She practically fell to the grassy ground. It was hard to breathe. Her lungs almost seemed to spasm, working in short quick painful breaths.
“Breathe,” Tricia commanded. “Long and slow–in through the nose; out through the mouth.”
The speckles before her eyes started to fade. Her heart raced but she still felt a bit light headed. As if she had a few too much wine, like that time Eric drank a bottle of his parent’s when they were gone for the weekend.
“Are you doing better?”
Erika inhaled a deep breath and exhaled, ending with a nod. “Yeah.”
“Are you Transgender?” Tricia asked.
“Am I what?”
“Are you Transgender? Do you feel like you are trapped in the wrong body?”
“Before or after the start of camp?” Erika queried.
“Before.”
“I didn’t think much on it,” Erika confessed. “I spent most of my time trying to survive school without getting beat up or humiliated.
Tricia looked at her questioning.
Erika sighed heavily and gave Tricia a brief over view of Eric’s life as ‘the plague’, Eric and Summer’s friendship and how Eric became Erika.
“So how do you like being a girl?” Tricia inquired.
“I like it.” Erika smiled. “I have made so many friends in the past couple of weeks, and I have found that I like wearing the clothes.” Erika blushed a bit. “Sounds perverted, doesn’t it.”
Tricia patted Erika’s hand. “Not at all. I know of someone else who’d agree with you.”
Erika looked at the beautiful blonde quizzically.
“My older sibling is Transgender,” Tricia stated.
Erika looked confused.
“She was born a boy,” Tricia began. “She never really displayed ‘typical’ boy behavior. When she was our age, she decided that she would be more comfortable as a girl. After a few years of counselling on her part as well as my parents, she now lives as a woman, going to college.”
A quiet fell between them.
Did she want to become a girl? Erika wondered. Right now, it was just too much to grasp.
“Who do you think taught me how to do makeup and hair?” Tricia grinned. “Leeza is studying to be a nurse,” she stated proudly. “She wants to help others like herself to make an easy transition.”
“I don’t know what I am,” Erika stated.
“That’s okay.” Tricia squeezed Erika’s shoulder. “Just be true to yourself. Everything else will fall into place . . . At least that is what Leeza always told me.”
Tricia got to her feet and offered to help Erika to hers.
Erika shook her head. “I’m going to stay out here a little longer.”
“Okay. Just don’t stay too late and miss curfew. I’m sure Phoenix can live up to the reputation of her fiery hair.”
Erika watched as the pretty blonde skipped down the trail following the lake back to the noisy beach. She stared over the glassy waters as the shadows from the trees slowly slid over the smooth surface.
It all seemed to boil down to whether or not she felt more comfortable as Eric, or as Erika. She went back and forth weighing the pros and cons of each. How did she feel? Was Erika the true person? Or was Eric just trying to get through a summer without being beaten up?
Being Erika definitely had its perks, like friends; friends like Eric could only dream of having. Sure, Rachel was still an undecided, but it looked like Victoria was starting to come around. Who wouldn’t want friends like Dani or Katie? Krystal was sweet but very reserved, so Erika was having a hard time figuring out how she felt about her.
Erika was treated much better than Eric. It wasn’t just being at camp either. In the mess last night, Eric would have been sitting in the corner, drawing or reading comics by himself, dodging food being thrown at him and the occasional sneer and dirty look. Conversely, Erika was able to soak in the fire by herself without anyone paying any attention to her. She even made a few new friends.
Eric would have woken up to some prank being played on him in the middle of the night whether someone decided to put his hand in a bowl of warm water or tied his shoe laces together. Again, Erika awoke next to the person she was in love with, she had slept a very peaceful sleep knowing that it would be unlikely that someone would try and prank her.
Then there were the clothes. Boys were so limited in what they could wear– pants, or shorts, dress shirt, polo shirt, or T-shirt. That was about the extent of the choices.
Girls on the other hand could add skirts, shorts and dresses to that, as well as many different colors and styles of tops. If you added the makeup and hair to that, it was almost limitless as to what look a girl could pull off.
“I guess I have the summer to find out,” Erika told the lake. She slowly got up and started back down the trail towards camp.
It was getting late. The sun had just set behind the hills in the West igniting the smoky sky in deep oranges, golds and brilliant reds. The towering giant trees cast dark shadows that seemed to engulf whole sections of trail.
When she was has half way back to camp, she heard strange noises coming from the lake shore. She froze in place and concentrated on hearing what it was and where exactly it was coming from. It seemed to be just ahead. It almost sounded like voices, but who would be out there this late. Most of the campers should be getting ready for their curfew check.
Not wanting to bother what or whomever it was, Erika tip-toed as quietly as she could down the trail.
“Stop it . . . no, don’t . . .” a voice insisted. “Please . . . I said stop!”
Adrenaline pumped through Erika’s body. She slipped her flip-flops off and headed towards the noise.
When she came to the lake shore, she looked up and down its grassy banks and saw some movement to her left. On her toes, she headed towards it.
“I said stop it, Josh!” Samantha demanded.
“I know you want it as bad as I do,” Josh chuckled. “You’ve wanted this since the night I took your lesbian friend out into the boat.”
Erika looked around and found a thick branch that had fallen during the wind storm. She hefted it like a bat and ran forward. At the last moment, she swung with all her might and released a primal shriek. The branch connected with a sickening crack, and an ‘oof’ from Josh as the branch broke across his shoulders.
“Leave her alone!” Erika screeched.
“What the hell?!” Josh grunted. “God that hurt.” He released Samantha’s hands which he had been holding pinned to the ground. Josh jumped up and spun on Erika. “You bitch!”
“You leave her alone!” Erika yelled back. She backed up as Josh advanced on her.
“Now it’s you and me, dyke,” Josh growled. He leapt forward and swung his fist, hitting Erika in the chest. The breast form took a lot of the impact, sparing Erika too much pain, but the force behind it still knocked her off balance. Her feet flailed around trying to get some traction in the wet grass, but before she even hit the ground, Josh tackled her and almost knocked the wind out of her as he landed on top of her chest.
“Fucking bitch!” he roared. His fist came down and connected to the side of Erika’s head. Stars exploded before her eyes as her muscles seemed to lose function.
“Get off of her!” Samantha screamed as she grabbed two fist-fulls of Josh’s hair and yanked backwards whipping his head back. His weight shifted and he no longer held Erika down.
The exploding stars in her head began to dissipate and clear, as she fought to get to her feet. Just as she had regained her feet and vision, she saw Josh strike a blow across Samantha’s jaw. The cheerleader, the love of Eric’s life, went limp as she fell backwards and landed unmoving in the grass.
“You bastard!” Erika shouted. She ran at Josh and dove at him. The nails of her flailing arms caught his cheek and slashed skin as they turned into fists and started punching him anywhere and everywhere that she could swing and connect.
Busy fending off the dark-haired devil, Josh failed to see behind him. Through tears of anger, Erika saw some movement and ducked out of his grasp, just in time as something came at him and connected with a dull thud.
Josh’s body went limp as it fell to the ground.
“You won’t get away with it this time, you bastard,” Rachel swore at his unconscious body.
Erika could hear her heart pounding in her head. Only part of it was from the adrenaline racing through her body. She ran over to Samantha who was already coming back to consciousness.
“Where is he? What happened?” Samantha demanded.
“He’s out cold.” Erika took the cheerleader’s head into her lap and attempted to soothe her.
“Are you okay?” Rachel inquired.
“I . . . I think so.” Samantha stated. Her hand went to her jaw where she had taken the hit.
Erika looked up to see Rachel holding a row boat oar in her hand. “Did you hit him with that?”
Rachel looked at the oar as if she hadn’t realized she had it. “It was the only thing available.”
“Is he still alive?” Erika looked from Rachel to Josh’s inert body. She sighed with relief when she saw his chest rise and fall.
“For now.” Rachel sounded disappointed.
The muscles in Erika’s body began to shake violently. “Where did you come from?”
Rachel looked at both of her cabin mates. “It’s nearing curfew. Tricia said that you were out on the trail and I came looking for you in case you lost track of the time.” She paused. “I heard screaming and swearing, so I ran through the bushes and come out over there.” Rachel pointed, looked over at Josh and almost growled. “No one messes with the girls in my cabin.” She swore at the body. “No one. Not even you, you bastard.”
Camp Kumoni Ch. 38
by Anistasia Allread “Wha . . . What, hap . . . Ow, my head.” Josh muttered. “Quick, get me a rock . . .” |
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“What are we going to do?” Samantha posed. “We can’t just leave him here.” Erika eased her up to a sitting position.
“It’d serve him right.” Rachel sneered.
“I’ll go get Director Hobbs.” Erika volunteered.
“She won’t do anything.” Rachel spat. “That asshole . . .” she said, pointing to the unconscious jock, “tried the same thing with another girl last summer. His daddy donated a bunch of money and the whole issue was ‘forgotten’.” She used her fingers visually place the last word in quotes.
“We can’t let him get away with this.” Erika stated. “How about the cops? One of us could call the police.”
“They’ll want proof.” Rachel countered. “Do you want to have some Doctor checking out your privates?”
Thoughts of her nightmare the other day, flashed through Erika’s mind. “No.”
“Then we’ve got to take care of it ourselves,” Rachel sighed. “. . . and in a way that he won’t soon forget.”
The two girls looked at one another.
“Just how hard did you hit him? He’s still out.” Erika said, finally breaking the silence.
“Good. Just hope that he stays out until we get him back to camp.”
“We . . . could just stick him out in the lake face down.” Samantha spoke haltingly, breaking her silence.
“And kill him?” Erika shook her head. “I won’t be a party to murder.”
“We need to embarrass the crap out of him.” Rachel voiced. “What could we do that would humiliate him as much as a rape would to one of us?”
“We could ‘plague’ him.” Erika said. “It worked on Eric . . . I mean me.”
“What does that mean?” Rachel asked for details.
Erika quickly detailed the horrible experience that Eric had to endure at school.
“It would humiliate him, but it doesn’t seem to go far enough compared to what he has done.” Rachel paused. “Let’s get him loaded into the boat. Then Samantha and You can row him over to the camp.” she instructed.
”Why do we have to do it? What are we to do with him then?” Erika inquired.
“What about you?” Samantha added. “Where are you going?” The two of them looked at Rachel.
“I’m going to run back to the cabin and figure out something to tell Phoenix to explain why we aren’t back by curfew. While I’m there, I’ll grab the duct tape.”
It took all three of them to lift the dead weight of the jock over the side of the boat. He rolled against one of the benches and let out a moan. Erika jumped in the boat and pulled in the mooring line. She rolled Josh over on to his stomach and using the mooring line, tied his hands behind his back. The whole time, silently thanking her mother for insisting that Eric be in cub scouts when he was younger.
“Meet me on the shore next to the tree that Phoenix took us our first day.” Rachel instructed.
“What about the boat?” Samantha asked. “Won’t Todd be expecting it back?”
Rachel paused to think a moment. If you can, unload him at the tree and Samantha,” She looked at the cheerleader. “You’ll have to take the boat back and tie it up. If Todd or someone asks, just tell them Josh had to use the bathroom, and couldn’t wait.”
Erika helped Samantha into the boat, and seated the oars into their locks as Rachel shoved the row boat off the beach. Their eyes met. “Hurry!” She pleaded.
As soon as they were clear, Rachel sprinted towards the trail that would take her to the camp and the cabin.
Erika pulled with all of her might on the oars, using her legs and back as much as she could to pull the boat through the water.
Samantha sat on the bench opposite of her. She looked haggard in the diminishing light. The makeup that Tricia had so carefully and lovingly applied was like dark rings around her eyes.
The cheer leader began to shiver. Erika thought it was the cool breeze at first, but then her shivering became shaking and then she began crying.
Not yet. Erika thought. We can’t react yet.
“Samantha.” she said getting the girl she loved to look at her. The hollow dead eyes of her love drove a stake through her heart. She had seen those ghostly eyes before. The memory of Summer’s vacant look caused her to shudder. She shook the memory. Now wasn’t the time. “So much for spending the summer without getting beaten up, huh?” She meant it as a joke and tried to smile, but there just wasn’t any heart in it.
They were going to have to do this right, or Samantha would start down that twisted, lonely path into depression. “If he wakes . . .” Erika waited until Samantha looked back at her. “Hit him in the head hard. If he starts making too much racket, we’ll have to use the oar to quiet him again.”
Samantha just looked blankly at Erika, her teeth chattering, and her lips trembling.
Erika looked over her shoulder to see where they were in relation to their goal and altered their course with a few quick strokes of one oar, then again put her back and legs into pulling towards their destination.
Samantha mumbled something, but between the openness of the lake, and her shaking, Erika missed it. She looked at the cheerleader questioningly.
“Thank you, Erika.”
She didn’t know how to respond. No one ever thanked Eric for anything before, well except his mother, but it wasn’t the same as this. Erika smiled weakly, trying to instill some courage into her friend, her love.
The bow of the boat scraped up against the muddy bank. The jolt of the sudden change in momentum caused Josh to stir and moan. He tried to move his hands but couldn’t. Samantha nearly jumped into the water. She scrambled over the oars and on to the shore.
“Wha . . . What, hap . . . Ow, my head.” Josh muttered.
“Quick, get me a rock.” Erika instructed. Samantha just stood on the shore, frozen in place, looking as if she was about to bolt through the trees at the next word uttered from Josh.
Erika groaned with frustration. A rock would probably do too much damage, and Samantha was in no shape to be a party to that kind of brutality. She looked frantically for something hard to hit Josh with. The oar was too big to swing in such a tight area. She lunged forward and struck Josh hard across the side of the face. Pain shot up her arm. She had never connected a punch like that before. Her hands were not used to such violence. Pushing the pain into the back of her head, she looked back down at the jock and sighed relief. He was unconscious, but more importantly, quiet again.
“Hurry up, Rachel.” Erika swore to herself, while straining her ears to hear for movement coming from the bushes. She looked over at her friend. “Come on, Samantha. I’ll need your help to get him out of the boat.”
For a moment, Erika thought Samantha was going to turn and run. To her relief, the blonde, slowly put one foot in front of the other and was soon standing by the edge of the boat.
“You get him under his arms.” Erika instructed. “I’ll get him by the legs. That way, if he comes to, he won’t be kicking you.”
The two tried twice to pull him free from the boat, but were unsuccessful. Erika dropped his feet and hopped out of the boat and pushed Samantha gently to one side. “We’ll each take an arm.”
The two girls had just gotten him from the boat and on the grass when Rachel came barreling through the bushes. “The boat!” she hissed.
Erika turned and saw the boat slowly drifting out into the lake. The lack of weight and the movement caused by pulling Josh out must have set the boat adrift.
Rachel tossed a couple of things at Erika who barely caught them as the athletic girl sprinted out into the water and grabbed the boat, before it had gone far enough to have to swim for.
Erika found herself holding a roll of duct tape, a pocket knife and some lipstick wrapped in a towel. She pocketed the lipstick and knife, and dropped the towel.
Erika tore a piece of the silver tape and smoothed it tightly over his mouth. “Help me turn him over,” She asked of Samantha.
Once on his stomach, Erika wrapped duct tape around Josh’s forearms, binding them together. Once that was accomplished, she untied the rope from his wrists then taped his ankles together.
Rachel brought the boat back to shallower water and climbed in. “I’ll take this back. Keep him quiet. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
It seemed like an eternity, but ten minutes later, Rachel re-emerged from the bushes. “Where’s the pocket knife?”
Erika fished it out of her pocket and handed it over. Rachel took the knife, opened it up and knelt beside the bound body of the jock. She pulled the collar of his shirt tight and using the knife, cut the shirt from his body. Once the shirt was a rag in the grass she started on his pants.
“This son of a bitch will never try that shit again.” Rachel cursed. “Ever.”
“Come on, Erika, we need to see if we can cover any bruises so that no one will tell.” Samantha prodded.
“Can’t we just stay in bed this morning?” Erika pleaded.
“This,” she waved “is for Krystal as much as us. Come on.”
Erika threw off her blankets and slid out of bed and followed Samantha bleary eyed into the bathroom. She shut and locked the door, before looking in the mirror. A close study of her face revealed that other than needing to shave, she had a nice purple bruise along her hairline on the side of her head. She poked at it tenderly, and winced from the pain that it had produced.
“How bad is mine?” Samantha inquired. “I’m afraid to look.”
Erika looked towards the voice and quickly looked away.
“That bad?” Worry filled Samantha’s tone.
“No.” Erika waved a hand in her direction. “You’re going to the bathroom.”
“Yeah, so?” Samantha yawned, paused and yawned again. “Oh, sorry, I forgot.”
“I hope you have enough makeup to cover up the bruising on your face.” Erika looked back at her own face in the mirror. The bruising being just at the hairline would be fairly easy to cover up. She could probably get away with just wearing her hair down, and with her long bangs, it would probably just look like a shadow.
“No wonder my jaw hurts.” Samantha’s face joined Erika’s in the mirror. She lightly touched the blue discoloration on the side of her face.
“You’re lucky he didn’t break it.”
Samantha pulled her coverup out of her bag and went to work on disguising the physical marks on her face.
“What are you going to do about those?” Erika inquired pointing out the marks on Samantha’s wrists.
“I don’t know. It’s not like I can wear long sleeves. Maybe I can find some bracelets.”
“We could tear up some fabric and make bracelets, or something.” Erika shrugged.
“You turning into Julie Andrews on me?” Samantha pictured the cabin’s curtains being turned into play clothes. She winced after smiling at the thought. “What could we use that would not be missed?” Samantha pondered. “Our blankets and pillow cases aren’t fashionable enough. A white pillow case wrapped around our wrists would look like we were trying to be an ‘Emo’ cutter, or something.”
“Do we have any fabric left from our camp shirts that we modified?”
“That’s an excellent idea.” Samantha practically exclaimed.
A knock sounded at the door. “Come on in there. Stop hogging the bathroom.” Dani mumbled in an irritated tone.
Samantha put the finishing touches on her coverup and opened the door to trade places with her short cabin mate. Dani, rubbing the weariness from her eyes looked up at the two girls suspiciously.
“Rachel.” Erika sidled up to the athletic girl. “Samantha and I need to catch up to you guys on the trail. We have something we need to do.”
“Like what?” Rachel inquired in a low tone. “You’re not going to go check up on him, are you?”
“No. We need a few minutes to cover up the bruises on Samantha’s face and wrists.”
“He left bruises?”
Erika nodded.
Rachel muttered to herself through locked teeth. Erika thought she caught a few swear words.
Erika broke into Rachel’s private tirade. “Can you give us your scissors?”
The athletic girl nodded.
“Just keep going.” Erika urged her friend as the cheerleader’s steps faltered. “Don’t let him get into your mind and control you.” She looked over at the white face of Samantha. “Just remember, we took care of him last night.”
“But what is to keep him from blabbing?” Samantha worried.
“What? He’s going to admit to trying to rape you, to explain it away? I don’t think so.”
“What if he does? Or what if they make him? What if the camp finds out that I . . . That I was . . . you know?” She bit her lip.
“I think the camp will be talking more about how we punished him than what he did to deserve it.”
“The camp will know?” Samantha looked down at the lavender wrist bands that the two of them had cut from one of Erika’s camp shirts.
“And they’ll know that he didn’t get away with it.” Erika reminded her. “No one will mess with Columbine cabin for a while.” She smiled viciously at her friend. “Come on, who’s going to mess with girls wearing lavender wrist bands after this?” She held her own wrist, wrapped in lavender up, and flashed a devious smile.
“What If they send us home?” Samantha continued her wallowing.
“That’s not funny.” Erika sobered. “Especially since, it would be hard for me to explain to my parents, how I came to have breasts.” She looked down at her chest.
“I have no idea what my parents would do.” Samantha sighed. “I should have known better.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Erika stressed her words. “Besides, they would probably cloister you in a convent, especially after what happened with Summer,” she muttered, more to herself than aloud.
“What?” Samantha stopped and glared at Erika forcing her to stop as well. “What happened to Summer?”
Erika felt a different kind of chill run down her spine. This time it wasn’t a chill fearing for herself, but fearing for her loved one. Erika scanned the area around them. They needed a place to sit, and have a talk. A talk that was long overdue.
Erika took Samantha’s hand in hers and led her down the path looking for a private, comfortable place. She found a small rise that was covered in a lush, carpet of thick moss. She sat down in the spongy bed and pulled Samantha down with her. “What do you know of Summer’s death and the events leading up to it?” Erika asked.
“My parents wouldn’t tell me much. Just that she was depressed and decided that she couldn’t live with her pain any longer, so she took her own life.”
“That’s all?” Erika asked incredulously.
Samantha nodded. Her face had gone white, making her coverup stand out against her pale skin accentuating the bruise instead of hiding it.
Erika sighed. “Why do I have to be the one?” she asked the tree tops. She took Samantha’s hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I can’t believe they haven’t told you.”
Samantha looked at her expectantly.
“Samantha,” Erika looked her friend in the eye. “A few months before Summer took her life, she . . . “Erika swallowed a large lump. “She was raped.”
“What?” Samantha’s mouth was agape in disbelief.
“She was on her way home from clubbing in a rougher part of town. You know how much she liked that harder, rawer music. Apparently, someone slipped her something–probably a Roofie. She said she didn’t remember a whole lot before waking up on the pavement in a parking lot.”
Samantha’s bottom lip began to tremble.
“I won’t go into the gorier details.” Erika decided. “Let’s just say, it wasn’t pretty.” Tears were breaking loose in both of their eyes. “A month later, she found out she was pregnant.”
“Pregnant!?” Samantha was horrified.
Erika nodded. “She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t tell your parents about the rape; she was too ashamed and embarrassed. Besides, your parents aren’t exactly like Juno’s.”
Samantha nodded in understanding.
“She kept it from everyone.” Erika continued. “I didn’t find out until after.”
“After what?”
“When she was about six months along, she miscarried.” Erika could feel Samantha’s hand tighten in hers. “It was horrible. They had to go in and scrape the uterus and everything. She still hadn’t told your parents anything, even after that. How else could she add to her embarrassment, her shame? Not only did she get raped by someone she couldn’t remember, but then she couldn’t carry the baby to term.”
“Oh my God, Summer.” Samantha sobbed. “Why didn’t she tell me?”
“How could she?” Erika asked. “She couldn’t tell anyone, and she made me swear not to either. How could she tell you? You were the good child; the Sandra Dee of the school.” Erika pulled Samantha’s head to her shoulder and gently rocked her and stroked her hair. “The hormone crash after losing the baby must have been too much for her. She became more and more depressed. More and more distant, even with me. “
Erika held the cheerleader tight. Under different circumstances, she would have found this position quite desirable. But this was nothing but raw emotional pain. Eric had the last year and a half to digest and grieve over the loss of his best friend. It still hurt thinking about her. Erika could therefore understand how painful this process was for Samantha. As if in response to her thoughts, Samantha held Erika tighter.
“Did your parents tell you where or how she died?” Erika sniffed.
“They told me she died through carbon monoxide poisoning.” Samantha’s shoulders shuddered with another sob.
“Is that all?”
Erika felt Samantha’s head nod against her shoulder. “Do you want to know the details, or stay in blissful ignorance?”
Samantha didn’t answer. One hand unwrapped from Erika and wiped the salty tears from her face then regained its former hold on her.
“It’s okay, Sam.” Erika tried to comfort her friend. “I won’t tell you, and you don’t have to know.”
“But I want to know.” Samantha pleaded. “My parents won’t talk about it. They won’t talk about her. It’s as if they have erased Summer from their minds. I don’t want to forget her. I’ve already forgotten so much,” she wailed. “I can’t even picture what she looked like anymore, without seeing a photo. . . I’m forgetting my own sister.” She pulled back and looked at Erika. “Please tell me. I need to know. I know it will hurt, but I need to know. No one else will tell me.”
Erika swallowed. She wiped her own tears with her new wrist band. “Where is your sister’s favorite place?” she asked.
“Clearwater Falls.” Samantha answered without pause.
Erika nodded. “She drove there with a bottle of Jim Beam and a bottle of sleeping pills. She rigged a hose to the exhaust pipe and directed it back into the car. From what I was able to hack from the coroner’s report and the tox screen of her blood, she drank most of the alcohol with the sleeping pills and right before she fell asleep, turned the car on. She didn’t feel anything.” Erika assured.
The two held each other for comfort as they poured their souls out. Erika’s diaphragm was beginning to hurt from all of the crying. She could only imagine the pain Samantha was feeling at this moment. Yes, the last few months of Summer’s life was horrible, but to keep the details from their remaining daughter, to keep her wondering for more than a year? What pain the blonde must be feeling. What anguish she had to be dealing with.
Slowly Samantha’s sobs slowed. Although her eyes burned, she was out of tears. The fact that she was out of tears for her sister seemed to make her heart ache even more. Her chest felt as if some giant was squeezing it, attempting to crush the life from her body.
Samantha looked up at her dark-haired friend. She was so beautiful. He was so beautiful. How could anyone at school treat Eric the way they did? How could Eric, for all of the abuse he’d gone through remain so warm, so loving, so tender hearted? No wonder her sister confided in this person; this wonderful, caring individual who needed to be loved.
Samantha’s brown eyes stared into Eric’s gentle blue ones. She raised her chin a bit and leaned forward.
Eric was taken in by Samantha’s blood shot, but warm, luminous brown eyes. Her cheeks still wet with tears; she was never so beautiful. Samantha lifted her chin and shifted, gently raising her face towards his and ever so lightly their lips met in a heartfelt embrace.
** Juno is a reference to a recent movie about a teen girl getting pregnant and deciding not to abort, but to give birth and give it up for adoption. Her parents don’t ‘freak out’ about the situation, but calmly help her in achieving her decision.
Camp Kumoni Ch. 39
by Anistasia Allread She stopped just outside the door, “I’ve got to get back to the cabin. What would you like me to tell your cabin mates?” Erika joined Rachel and Phoenix in looking to Samantha for a response. “I don’t know,” she said. “Tell them whatever.” |
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Eric’s heart raced; his stomach felt like million butterflies were fluttering in it. A charge of electricity raced through his body like a heard of buffalo stampeding through his arteries. Suddenly his gaffe felt very uncomfortable. Everything he had hoped for in coming to camp, had come to fruition in this one emotionally charged moment. Samantha was in his arms, kissing him. Everything was worth it. the dressing like a girl, the date with the guy, the turmoil with Victoria and the other girls in the cabin. Everything was worth this moment with his love, his Samantha wrapped in his arms kissing him.
If he died this afternoon, he’d die a happy person, for he had his heart’s desire. He’d tasted his Samantha.
After what seemed like an eternity, their lips slowly separated. Eric could still feel the ghost of Samantha’s lips against his, yet they mourned the loss.
“I love you, Samantha.” Erika opened her eyes to meet those of Summer’s sister. “I have always loved you.”
Samantha wrapped her arms around Erika’s neck and hugged her fiercely. Erika hugged her back, not wanting to let go. She mentally absorbed everything around her to cherish for all time. The feel of Samantha’s arms around her neck, her long golden tresses lightly tickling her cheek, the wonderful aroma of Samantha’s lavender body wash inter mixed with the earthy smell of the surrounding woods. She could taste the remnants her life’s desires soft lips. Erika drank it all in, like a camel drink at an oasis, storing it all away for later reflection.
“I know you may not love me, but I needed to tell you how I felt.” Erika whispered.
“No wonder my sister was so fond of you.” Erika could feel Samantha’s voice reverberating through her body. “You are so incredibly sweet; how can anyone not love you.” Samantha gave her another tight squeeze before pulling away. “You have no idea how much you mean to me this summer.” Once again, Erika’s heart fluttered into the sky as Samantha’s lips met hers.
Tears flowed from Erika’s eyes as Samantha pulled back.
“We need to be getting back. I’m sure Rachel is about to live up to her nickname, ‘Rage-al’.” Samantha slowly got to her feet then assisted Erika in rising.
The two walked down the path along which they came, towards camp. Samantha’s hand slipped into Erika’s and gave hers a squeeze.
“We had to take care of some overdue business.” Erika defended, feeling emboldened with Samantha’s hand in hers.
“We’re almost done with calisthenics.” Rachel gestured.
Samantha leaned forward, “Any word of . . .”
“Shhh. Don’t even make mention of it.” Rachel hissed. She looked around. “Not yet.”
As the three started to join the rest of the cabin doing crunches, a commotion started up at one end of the camp ground. The three girls in the know looked at one another, their faces anxious with how the rest of the day was going to play out.
Campers started jogging off to one side of the camp ground. The Columbine girls all looked bewildered. Erika hoped that she and Samantha looked as innocent and confused as the rest of the cabin. They all got up and began quickly making their way to join the other campers who were now spilling out of their cabins.
Just ahead the campers all grouped up together, laughing and pointing.
A guy doubled over laughing hysterically. “Oh my God, that’s fucking hilarious.”
Erika looked beyond the guy from Ash Cabin and through the throng of campers. In the middle of the laughing chaos stood Josh, his hands behind his back, duct taped, naked to a tree.
Red blotches of color stood out on his skin and closer inspection proved it to be red lipstick. Written across his forehead and across other body parts in that scarlet hue were the words: “Rapist!”, “Not 2 B trusted”, “Sexual Pred8r”, “Grls B-ware!”
The jock’s genital region was covered with a silver layer of duct tape. Even bound in this way, the wet dirt at his feet showed that he had lost control of his bladder, or couldn’t hold it any longer over the course of the night. Josh’s eyes stared unseeingly at a spot on the ground ten feet in front of him. He gave no indication that he noticed the hecklers around him.
A counselor pushed his way through the crowd and turned towards everyone. “Get out of here!” he yelled. “Go on and go back to whatever you’re supposed to be doing!” He planted his feet in the ground in front of Josh blocking the view for a majority of the group, placed his hands on his hips and bellowed. “Now!”
The campers went silent and began turning away casting glances back towards the sight.
Although she felt that Josh deserved what he got, Erika’s heart cringed at the sight playing out before her eyes; flashbacks of an almost identical incident, but from a different point of view. A shiver ran down her spine.
“He gives me the creeps now too.” Samantha mistook the reaction. She squeezed Erika’s hand. “Thank you . . . hero.”
“Did you see that?” Rachel snickered from behind them. “He pissed himself.”
Erika’s heart felt heavy.
“I wouldn’t want to be there when they rip that duct tape off his hairy balls,” Samantha stated with a dead voice.
Erika’s heart sank even more. Eric had been there, been the one staring blindly at a spot on the ground, listening to the taunts, the name calling, the laughing. It was something that he never wanted to feel again. Yet seeing Josh in that position . . . no matter how much he deserved it or even worse, it was horrible.
“Before I forget . . .” Samantha turned towards Rachel. “These are for you.” She handed their collaborator two of the lavender wrist bands.
“Cool.” Rachel thanked her.
“Alright girls, settle down. Let’s get back to the cabin and clean up,” Phoenix directed.
The girls talked in animated tones as they made their way back to their cabin.
“Rachel, Samantha and Erika, I need to speak with you.” Phoenix looked at each one in turn. “The rest of you go on ahead.”
The redheaded counselor waited until the others were in the cabin before turning on the three. “Please tell me that you had nothing to do with that.” She pointed in the direction from which they’d come.
Erika felt horrible. She looked at the ground, not wanting to meet anyone’s eyes at the moment.
“What?!” Rachel exclaimed. “You can’t possibly think we did that?”
“With you three, I can’t begin to know what you are capable of,” Phoenix admitted.
Erika looked up and met Phoenix’s gaze and quickly looked away.
“Oh my God! You are!” Phoenix exclaimed. “Why would you do such a thing? You heard what Director Hobbs said about pranks and punishment.”
“It wasn’t a prank!” Erika shut her down. “He was trying to rape Samantha!” Her heart was pounding in her head. A silence fell between them. Even the mundane sounds of the camp seemed quiet.
“He what?” Phoenix finally broke the silence.
“He was trying to rape Samantha,” Erika continued to stare the counselor down. “I just happened to be walking nearby and heard the commotion. He was holding her down and trying to rape her.”
“Erika and Rachel saved me from that . . . that piece of shit,” Samantha inserted.
Phoenix broke the test of wills with Erika and looked each of the others in the eyes. “Why in the world didn’t you come and tell me?” she asked. “This is serious.”
“You don’t know Josh’s history.” It was Rachel’s turn.
“I don’t care about his history. Taking this into your own hands was NOT the answer.”
“I will NOT let him get away with rape again.” Rachel swore between clenched teeth.
“What are you talking about?” Phoenix inquired of Rachel.
Rachel quickly briefed the counselor on Josh’s activities the previous summer and how his father bailed him out by gifting the camp a large amount of money. As she detailed the events, Phoenix’s face became more and more red, contrasting with her copper hair.
“What exactly happened last night? Before you three became judge and jury.”
The three took turns explaining the turn of events up to the point when Rachel knocked Josh over the head with the oar.
“Come on,” Phoenix ordered. “We’re going to Director Hobbs.”
Erika exchanged frightened looks with Samantha. She squeezed the blonde’s hand. “We’ll get through this,” she whispered as they trudged after Phoenix.
Erika stood with Rachel and Samantha outside the office but could hear everything as clearly as if they were in the room.
The smell of smoke hung in the air. Erika looked across the lake and saw that the smoke was hugging the tree tops instead of rising off into the atmosphere. The smell of the forest fire added to her feeling of impending doom.
“I know.” Phoenix took a deep breath. “I have the ones who did it.”
“You have what?” Director Hobbs yelled.
“I have the ones who did that to the Josh kid,” Phoenix re-stated more meekly. “But you need to hear them out.”
“I’ll be kicking them out,” Director Hobbs growled. “Where are the delinquents?”
Phoenix turned and slammed the office door shut. “Not until you hear me out!” she stated, raising her voice.
Erika and the other two exchanged looks of astonishment.
“. . . saying . . . girls . . . was right . . . good reason . . .” Erika could only hear every couple of words coming out of Phoenix’s mouth.
“. . . Josh . . . a history . . . National papers . . . hear . . . side . . . the story.”
The room became very quiet. Erika heard Samantha let out a held breath, then realized she was holding hers, trying to eavesdrop.
Time seemed to crawl by as they stood outside the office. A few people entered and exited the door, but nothing more could be heard.
At long last the door opened and Phoenix beckoned for them to enter. “Just tell her the truth,” she encouraged.
The three girls stood in a line in front of Director Hobbs desk.
Director Hobbs was cordial, but her voice was as cold as ice. “All right girls, tell me what happened last night.”
Samantha began with describing the date she and Josh were on. How they sat on the lake shore kissing and then Josh wanted more. She told the director about her refusing to go beyond kissing and how Josh became insistent. How he pushed her and held her down. She was nearly in tears again when Erika decided to take over.
Erika told her of hearing a call for help and investigating it; of finding Josh on top of Samantha pinning her beneath him as she struggled; of how she attacked Josh and his turning on her. The exchange of punches including the punch that knocked Samantha out.
Erika looked to Rachel who took her cue and described how she too heard cries for help and came upon Josh punching Samantha, then pouncing on Erika. She even included her striking Josh over the head with the oar to subdue him.
Director Hobbs looked at the girls not knowing whether or not to believe them. “Do you have any proof of this?” she inquired.
Erika grabbed a box of Kleenex off of the director’s desk and handed them to Samantha, who was shaking, having to re-live the horrible experience again.
While Samantha began to gently remove the makeup from her face, Erika pulled back her dark hair and showed the director the bruising she had acquired in the struggle.
Director Hobbs stood up and came around the desk and looked more closely at Erika’s contusion, gently poking at it and seeing how far behind her hairline it went. She then turned to Samantha, who turned her face to display the dark mark that she had received.
The Director gently poked at her bruise as well.
“Show her your wrists,” Rachel instructed.
Samantha un-wrapped the lavender cloth from her wrists and held them up for the Director to poke at. Director Hobbs only looked at the sore wrists and shook her head as she returned to her chair.
She sat and looked at her hands which were folded neatly on the desk for a long time. She looked up and took the three in with her gaze. “Why didn’t you come immediately to me?”
“Because of his past history,” Rachel said, defending their actions. “I swore an oath to myself that I’d never let anyone get away with doing that to another friend of mine–ever again.”
“What is this past history that I keep hearing of?” Hobbs inquired. “I don’t see it in his file.”
“I’m not surprised.” Rachel scoffed. “His daddy paid the last Director quite handsomely last year to keep what happened quiet. You can call my friend’s parents if you’d like. Of course they’ll be unhappy that that bastard is at it again.”
“Did you have to superglue his butt cheeks together?” Director Hobbs sighed.
Rachel tried hard not to snicker.
“You three stay here.” Hobbs instructed. “I’m going to go have a talk with Josh.”
Director Hobbs left the office and closed the door behind her. “Don’t let them leave.” she instructed someone outside the cabin.
“I can’t believe she’s going to go listen to that bastard’s lies.” Rachel swore.
Samantha was shaking again. Her lips trembled as she looked blankly at the wall.
“Here, Samantha, sit down.” Erika eased her into a chair. “It’ll be alright.” She looked up to Rachel. “Why didn’t you call the cops last year when this happened?”
“Because I didn’t know what had happened until a week later.” Rachel growled. “My friend withdrew and became depressed. She didn’t tell anyone what had happened until much later. By that time there was no evidence and the Director cited that it was her word against Josh’s.”
Erika fell silent. She knew very well what happened when someone accused another of a misdeed without proof to back them up. Whenever Eric was picked on in school, it was always his word against the other’s. It was worse when a group of tormentors made alibis for one another or stuck to a prearranged story against his.
Director Hobbs reentered the office and glared at each of the girls. “He won’t say anything.”
“Of course not,” Rachel snapped. “Anything he says will admit his guilt.”
“Samantha,” said Hobbs ignoring Rachel. She looked at the ashen girl sitting in the chair. “I want you to go see the nurse; you too Erika. I’ll be down there in a few minutes.” She dismissed them.
The three girls exited the office to find Phoenix sitting on a bench, her face filled with concern. She stood up and looked at each of the girls. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” Rachel clipped.
“We’re to go see the nurse.” Erika explained.
Phoenix walked with them across the courtyard to the Infirmary. She stopped just outside the door, “I’ve got to get back to the cabin. What would you like me to tell your cabin mates?”
Erika joined Rachel and Phoenix in looking to Samantha for a response.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Tell them whatever.”
Erika, grateful that the examination didn’t go any farther than looking at her bruise, accepted the task and began writing.
Half an hour later, the three girls continued to sit in the exam room waiting for Director Hobbs’ visit.
Instead of the Director entering the little room, it was the nurse again. “How’s your head, honey?” she asked Samantha.
“Better, thank you.”
“Would you like to call your parents?” she inquired.
“No.” Samantha shook her head. “I’m alright.” She squeezed Erika’s hand.
The nurse collected the written reports from the girls and left them alone again.
Ten minutes later, Phoenix opened the door. “Come with me girls.”
They followed her back out of the infirmary and back to Director Hobbs office. The three stood in front of her desk again. This time Phoenix stood next to them.
“You are damned lucky you didn’t kill him.” Director Hobbs started off. “He has a mild concussion from your swing to his head, but it was extremely dumb and dangerous to not seek out a counselor or myself to deal with this. He could have died last night.”
Erika swallowed hard.
“I’m sorry for what happened to you.” She looked with sympathy at Samantha, “But your actions were out of line.” Her gaze went to Rachel and Erika. “Your cabin is going to town to see a movie, correct?” She looked to Phoenix who nodded. “You three will not be going. You will have kitchen duty after dinner for the rest of the week and you will be working for me during your ‘free time’ next week as well”
Rachel bit her lip to keep from blurting anything out.
Erika just nodded her head in acceptance.
“Phoenix, can you please escort these two girls to breakfast? I would like to speak to Samantha alone.”
Erika gave Samantha’s hand a reassuring squeeze and followed Phoenix out of the office.
The mess hall was noisy with people speculating about Josh’s predicament and who had done it. As soon as Phoenix led Rachel and Erika into the mess, the noise ceased. Everyone stared and pointed at her and Rachel as they made their way up to their table.
“Where’s Samantha?” Dani inquired.
“Director Hobbs is talking to her.” Erika took a seat next to Tricia.
“How are you doing?” Tricia questioned.
“I’m fine. I’m just an emotional wreck.” Erika confided.
“I don’t doubt it.”
“So what happened?” Victoria blurted out. “We’re hearing all kinds of rumors but they are just that.”
Katie handed Rachel and Erika each a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. “We figured you’d need to eat when you got here.”
Erika and Rachel took turns explaining for the umpteenth time, the events of the previous night.
“That slime ball!” Katie exclaimed “My brothers would have taken him out and castrated him with a quick stroke of their hunting knives.”
“He’s getting off easy.” Krystal agreed.
“I don’t know.” Tricia disagreed. “When I went to the bathroom a bit ago, I saw him being taken to a cop car in handcuffs.”
“Daddy might not be able to bail him out of this one?” Rachel raised an eyebrow full of hopeful optimism.
“That’s up to Samantha and Hobbs.” Krystal stated.
“What’s with the wrist thingies?” Dani touched the one on Rachel’s wrist.
Erika quickly explained to the table that Samantha’s wrists were bruised and that they were wearing the wrist bands in supporting her, as well as hiding the dark marks.
“Do you have any more?” Tricia inquired.
Erika pulled a wad of the cut fabric from her shorts and laid it on the table. All of the girls in the cabin reached for one and quickly helped one another wrap and secure them to their wrists.
The other tables started clearing out as they finished their morning meals. Derek made eye contact with Erika and gave her a smile full of concern. Erika smiled back and nodded her head, showing that she understood his thoughts.
Columbine was the only cabin left in the mess when Samantha was escorted in by Director Hobbs. The blonde looked like she had been crying. The director watched with concern as the cheerleader joined her cabin at the table.
“Are you hungry?” Katie asked.
Samantha shook her head no. She paused. “Yes, I am.” She managed a weak smile. She took a seat next to Erika and gave her leg a squeeze.
“What did Hobbs want?” Rachel asked. It was what was on everyone’s mind.
“She had me call my parents.” Samantha squeaked. “They are driving up tomorrow.”
“They aren’t taking you home are they?” Erika’s heart pounded.
“They said they will decide once they get here.”
“Shit!” Erika swore.
“I don’t want to think about it.” Samantha said around a bite of bacon.
“Victoria, what’s on our agenda today?” Rachel looked to the Latina.
“I didn’t look this morning.” The studious girl admitted. “I was too busy speculating about what was going on with all of you.”
“Come on girls. We need to get over to the stables.” Phoenix greeted them from the door.
“Stables?” Erika questioned.
“Trail ride.” Victoria got up from the table.
“I so need a shower after that.” Erika looked down at her bare legs. Not only that, but she needed to shave the incoming stubble.
“Damn, you sound like a girl.” Victoria retorted.
“I thought that was the point?”
“Shhh. Not in front of Tricia.” Katie hissed under her breath to Victoria.
“She already knows.” Erika sighed aloud as she joined the group on their trek to the stables.
Upon reaching the stables, Erika made an excuse to use the bathroom. While in the stall, she removed her gaffe. She joined the others as they were mounting up for their morning ride. She quickly slapped her helmet on and swung up into the saddle. Feeling her genitals free from their bonds was an alien feeling. Feeling them rub against the saddle was a little disquieting.
Even through the yellowish-brown smoke hung in the air, the day was nice. The trail they were riding had some wind damage. Most of which they simply rode around.
Erika dropped the reins to the saddle horn and let her nag simply follow the other horses as they rode through the trees and sporadic clearings. The grassy clearings were tall with grass that wavered like waves on a windblown ocean. On closer inspection, she noticed wild daisies and irises fighting to make their way amongst the taller monocot.
“Will she be alright?” Dani asked riding up beside Erika in one of the clearings.
“Who?”
“Samantha. Do you think she will be okay? That happening to her is horrible. I’d imagine it could really screw with someone’s brain.
“She just needs time and love.” Erika reassured the blonde. “Oh, before I forget, Dani. I had an interesting talk with someone yesterday.”
“Oh?”
“It’s kind of funny, actually.” Erika chuckled.
Dani smiled at her trying to be patient.
“There’s this guy who I though liked me?” she went on. “I thought he was going to try and ask me out, but instead he asked me about you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, he thinks you are beautiful and wanted me to ask if you’d be interested in spending some time with him.”
“Probably a guy who wants to add a dwarf to his freak list.” Dani scowled.
“No. I don’t think so. He is genuinely interested in you.”
Dani looked bewildered. “Why would he be interested in me when there is someone like you around?”
“Maybe because I’m really a guy?” Erika whispered conspiratorially at Dani.
“Fooled me.” She smiled back and looked Erika up and down for a moment grinning. “I’m glad you are a girl this summer and in my cabin.”
“Thank you.” Erika smiled back. “I’m glad too.”
Dani studied her friend again. “You’ve changed,” she commented at last.
“What do you mean?” Erika looked confused.
“There is definitely something different about you.” Dani contemplated. “You are more confident than you were a few days ago.”
“Maybe that’s because I was hiding something a few days ago.”
“Perhaps,” Dani sighed unconvinced.
The trail entered another wooded area. This time instead of being lined with dead pine needles, the trail sloped upward and followed a small stream. The water of the stream seemed to immediately cool them off after being out in the warm sun of the meadow. It gurgled, laughed and rushed its way over and around moss dappled rocks.
The trail they were riding on came upon and crossed over a wooden bridge crossing the stream just below a small, trickling waterfall. Its spray, light and cooling was an unexpected refresher.
Twenty minutes later the horses emerged onto a large open rocky outcropping into the sun. The hot sun beat down through the smoky haze created by the forest fire and on the rocks, which reflected it back at the girls, warming their legs. The sounds of the birds in the trees, which were now behind them was replaced by the soft roar of a waterfall.
Erika watched as the girls started to dismount their horses and led them on foot along the broad hard granite. Erika dismounted and followed their example. Their guide led them to a shaded edge of a large pool of water. A waterfall threw a soft mist into the air catching the sun and creating a rainbow near the pool.
On the far side were two large maple trees. A thick rope was strung between their trunks. The guide led them to the rope and tied the reins off on the rope making sure that there was enough slack that the horse could reach the bucket of water on the ground nearby. One by one, the other girls of Columbine followed suit and joined the guide at the edge of the large pool.
Krystal said what everyone else was thinking. “This is so pretty.”
“And fun!” their guide broke the silent awe. While they were all admiring Mother Nature’s work of art, she apparently stripped out of her jeans and shoes. She ran into the water, kicking up a splash then dove under.
Rachel and Phoenix were right behind her then, one by one, the others joined in the cool frolic.
They splashed, giggled and took turns sitting under the cataract as it beat down on them from above.
Erika sat on a large rock, sunning herself at the water’s edge. Rachel, Dani and Katie were still in the water, having fun.
What a wonderful escape. A place where girls can get away from boys and commune with nature, Erika reflected.
“Come on, sleepy head.” Tricia splashed some cold water on her.
Erika snapped to wakefulness by cold spray and the realization that she had relaxed enough to fall asleep. Still wet, the girls mounted up and headed back to camp.
As they approached the camp, a loud noise intruded upon their silent journey. The noise grew louder and louder
“What is that!?” Katie called out to be heard over the racket.
“Helicopter!” Tricia answered.
A moment later a helicopter with a large container hanging under it emerged over the tree tops. Large splashes of water slopped over its edges breaking tree branches as it fell to hit the ground with a dull thud.
“The fire is getting worse.” Tricia explained trying to keep control of her horse who obviously didn’t like the racket.
They merged onto the trail that circled the lake. Erika looked out across the water, imagining what the helicopter had just done. A movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was the mother duck. Frightened by the ‘monster’ grabbing water, it was in along the shore. Little balls of yellow fluff dodged in around and under their mother. Erika searched for her friend the black duckling. Her heart fell when she couldn’t locate him among his siblings.
As they started to enter camp, the helicopter hovered back in. Their guide and the rest steered their horses to the lake front to watch as the helicopter hovered over the middle of the lake. A large bucket hung from large steel cables sank into the water then slowly the helicopter rose up into the air. The bucket, released from the confines of the lake swayed back and forth sloshing water again over its sides as helicopter climbed up over the tree tops and disappeared in the direction of the forest fire raging in the distance.
The girls pulled the saddles off of their mounts and began brushing them down.
“So who is it?” Dani asked.
“Who is what?” Erika blinked.
“The guy interested in me.”
“I thought he was some loser who wanted to add you to his ‘freak’ list.”
“You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”
“No. He’s a really nice guy.” Erika smiled.
“Who?” Dani was almost jumping up in down with frustration.
“Derek.”
“Derek?” Dani made a puzzled face.
“The redheaded guy I was spending time with during the storm.”
“The comic book nerd?”
“Hey now. He’s a very nice guy.” Erika protested. She fixed Dani with a frown. “You really should give it a chance. Get to know him.”
Dani went back to brushing her horse.
“He really does like you.” Erika called after her.
“Who does?” Katie raised her head.
“Derek.” Erika stated.
Dani turned red at Erika sharing this information with the others.
“I think he’s kind of cute.” Katie stated.
“I’ll think about it.” Dani cut the conversation short.
“What movie do we want to see tonight?” Katie asked over her second helping of spaghetti.
Rachel, Erika and Samantha exchanged looks.
“We can’t go.” Rachel informed the girls.
“Who can’t go?” Victoria asked.
“Us.” Rachel indicated Samantha and Erika along with herself.
“It’s part of our punishment for the Josh thing.” Erika spoke up. “You can tell us all about it tonight though.”
Dani looked disappointed. Katie stopped chewing on her spaghetti and looked like she was about to cry.
“Maybe Director Hobbs will change her mind.” Tricia smiled.
“What? Are you being sent to your bedroom for the night?” Krystal sneered.
“Worse.” Rachel sighed. “Kitchen duty. In fact, we should be going back there now.” She looked to her co-conspirators.
Erika pushed away from the table and waited for Samantha to join her.
Katie swallowed her bite, “For how long?”
“Dinner kitchen duty all this next week, and working during our ‘free time’.”
The three girls bid their friends a good night and entered the kitchen.
The head cook, Sheila, greeted them by handing them each an apron. “Good evening girls.”
“Hey Sheila.” Rachel greeted.
“It seems you can’t go through a summer without ‘helping’ me.” The cook chuckled. Her face turned serious as she leaned in closer. “I heard what you did. I think he deserved worse.”
Erika was a little taken aback–An Adult condoning violence.
“Sorry you three had to come here under these circumstances,” Sheila shrugged. “But we can always use the help.”
The head cook gave them a quick tour of the kitchen. The walk-in fridge, the massive pantry and the huge cook top and grill. “This is new this year. Rachel, you’ll appreciate it.” She winked. She showed them a stainless-steel counter with a lip that connected to a large stainless-steel box and a counter on the other side of it. “A dishwasher.”
“Oh thank God.” Rachel exclaimed. She turned to the other two. “Last year, we had to hand-wash all of the dishes. We were here all night.”
Sheila went through a list of chores; from washing the plates, pots and pans; wiping down all of the stainless with bleach water and mopping the floor, just to name a few.
“What about tomorrow, Sheila?” Rachel inquired. “It’s Fourth of July. Do we have clean up duty then too?”
“Of course, you do.” Sheila shook her head in disbelief. “My kitchen staff will appreciate the help. That way, they can enjoy the evening as well. Don’t worry it won’t be bad. We’ll be using paper plates. It will just be some pots and pans.” Sheila scanned the kitchen quickly. “Okay, Rachel you get the first shift at the dishwasher. You two,” she pointed to Erika and Samantha, “Go clear the tables. Pile the plates on that counter for Rachel, throw out the trash, and put the condiments in the walk-in.”
Before they could get started on their task, Dani–followed by the rest of the cabin, pushed through the doors carrying stacks of the dirty dishes. “They aren’t showing any good movies tonight,” she stated. “Where do you want these?”
“What are you talking about?” Rachel blurted out after a stunned silence. “They’re playing that romantic comedy that you’ve been talking about all afternoon.”
“We’d rather be here with you.” Katie smiled.
“Don’t look at me.” Phoenix shrugged. “I’m never included in the cabin decisions.”
“Put those over there,” Sheila pointed. “I’ll get you aprons. Spaghetti sauce stains horribly.”
Within a few minutes the mess hall was cleared of dirty dishes. Dani and Katie wiped down the tables and swept the floor. Victoria and Rachel scraped, and hosed down the dishes stacked them in the dishwasher racks and ran them through. Rachel and Samantha, wearing gloves so not to burn their hands on the still-hot dishes, stacked and put them away. Tricia and Erika worked in the large sink scrubbing the large pots.
Director Hobbs entered the back door and looked around. “We’re leaving for the movie in just a few minutes, girls. Come on lets go.”
“They decided to stay and help out their cabin mates.” Phoenix said wiping an arm across her head from scrubbing the cook top.
“But it’s the movie for winning the point contest for the first week.”
“See if Daisy or Azalea cabin want to go.” Tricia smiled from her place at the sink.
Bewildered, Director Hobbs turned and walked out the door.
“You girls are doing great,” Sheila encouraged. “I’m going to leave you alone in your work. I need to take a shower. Rachel, come and get me to look it over before you all go to bed.”
“Okay Sheila.” Rachel nodded.
“Okay, that floor is done.” Katie and Dani emerged from the hall. “Shall we start on the floor in here?”
“Sure.” Rachel smiled. “Pick up all these rubber mats and take them out back. There are two hooks on the wall. You hang them there and hose them off.”
“I’ll get the mats. If you want to hose them” Katie said. “They’re pretty heavy.”
“Cook top is done.” Phoenix panted. “I’ll start on the walk-in.” The redhead disappeared into the large fridge.
Erika dumped the water out of her pot and took it over to the washing station to run it through the dishwasher. She turned to go back to work on another pot when she felt a hot spray of water on her back. She screeched and turned around to see Rachel holding the water nozzle pointing at her with a big grin on her face. She squeezed the lever again and sent another spray across the distance. Erika dodged out of the way and grabbed the hanging water nozzle above the sink and shot back hitting Victoria in the back. She shrieked a grabbed for a soaking pan and threw the water at Tricia and Erika.
Seconds later, water was being sprayed and thrown across the kitchen soaking each other as the girls laughed and squealed. Samantha rushed Erika and the nozzle as she sprayed the cheerleader. Rachel took advantage and began spraying the two as they began wrestling for control of the impromptu water weapon.
Dani pulled the hose inside and began spraying Rachel from the doorway. Phoenix poked her head out and ducked inside to avoid flying water thrown by Victoria. She poked her head back out laughing and sticking her tongue out tauntingly at the school reporter.
Laughing aloud, Erika was bent over backwards as Samantha pressed against her giggling. Both of their hands fought for control of the water nozzle as it sprayed down on them. Samantha suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips against Erika’s. Erika’s hands slipped off the nozzle in surprise. Samantha’s arms lowered from the nozzle and wrapped around Erika’s neck as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue slowly flicked against Erika’s lips seeking entry. Erika obliged her hands falling to Samantha’s waist.
The kitchen became deathly silent as the girls of Columbine cabin stared on in disbelief.
All comments gratefully received, but remember, this IS fiction . . .
Camp Kumoni Ch. 40
by Anistasia Allread Assisted and proofed by Nick B “You aren’t going to peek, are you?” “No!” Erika asserted, disgusted by the thought. |
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Dani was the first to break the silence. “Well it’s about time.”
Several of the others started to hoot and whistle as the two became lost in each other’s embrace.
“You need to come up for air sometime,” Rachel laughed. She took the nozzle she was holding and began spraying them again.
Phoenix stepped out of the walk in and started towards the two. “Alright you two, that’s enough.”
Samantha released Erika’s lips ever so slowly, yet it was like she was pulling a band aid off of a wound. Those lips. Those beautiful, soft, wonderful lips.
Erika opened her eyes to see the copper haired counselor standing behind Samantha. “Exploring your sexuality at this age is a healthy thing,” she began. “But please, let’s do it in a more private manner.”
Samantha turned three shades of red,
“Well it’s a good thing I hadn’t mopped the floor yet,” Katie giggled.
The ladies of Columbine, finished their tasks, helped mop the floor, wipe down the stainless and finished putting the dishes away.
“I’ll go get Sheila to do the final inspection, if you all want to head back to the cabin,” Rachel stated.
“I sure could use a shower,” Erika sighed.
Rachel smiled. “What do you mean, I just gave you one.”
“But Samantha was being a water hog. Besides I need to wash my hair in water that doesn’t feel like it has fry grease in it.”
“Hey!” Rachel protested.
“It’s the Fourth of July.” Dani’s voice was full of excitement. “It’s one of my favorite holidays of the year.”
“Do we get to sleep in today?” Victoria groaned.
“No,” Rachel stated. “But no exercise this morning. We need to spend the time decorating the cabin for inspection.”
“That’s right. We got all of those decorations.” Krystal propped herself up on her bed.
“You guys got Fourth of July decorations?” Tricia inquired.
Samantha started to wake up. “Yeah.”
“That is so cool!” Tricia exclaimed. “I love this cabin.”
“It’s Sunday, right?” Victoria asked.
Phoenix flipped over. “Yes.”
“That means we get to switch back to morning showers.”
Katie stretched. “Oh, Thank God.” I have such a hard time waking up without my shower in the morning.”
One by one the girls tumbled from their bunks and made their way to the bathroom to take care of their bodily functions.
“Why don’t you get a head start on your shower?” Rachel suggested to Erika. “That way, you’ll be through as we get down there. When you get back up here, you can start on the cleaning.”
“Okay. But I need a little longer for a shower this morning. I need to shave.” Erika grimaced.
“Do what you have to do. We’ll see you down there.”
Erika grabbed her toiletries and towel, along with a pair of shorts and a red tank top before making her way down to the showers.
Erika’s mind wandered to the previous night to Samantha’s lips pressed against hers, the taste of her tongue and the feel of her soft silky skin against hers.
The daydream like state carried her into the bathroom where she sat her toiletries on the counter and absent mindedly looked into the mirror. A pretty brunette girl with large blue eyes looked back at her. An imaginary image of Samantha came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist, while her imaginary lips pressed against her neck, before the image’s chin rested on her shoulder and smiled in the mirror at her.
Who’d ever thought that Samantha Thompson would ever have anything to do with ‘the plague’? She smiled at herself in the mirror, studying the face that stared back at her and slowly her smile faded. She wasn’t the plague, she was Erika, or was she? Was she really Erika, or was she Eric? Did Samantha kiss Eric last night or Erika?
If Samantha likes, Erika, and finds Erika attractive, will she feel the same way towards Eric or will she just see Eric as ‘the plague’?
Erika grabbed her toiletry bag off the counter and distractedly dragged her towel behind her as she entered a shower stall. She had to admit, Erika was a striking image. As Eric, if he had seen such a girl on the street, he’d look twice, but Samantha wasn’t gay, she was attracted to jocks and such. Why would she be attracted to a guy trying to be a girl for the summer?
The hot water poured over her as she contemplated the current situation. Maybe Samantha didn’t have a type. Maybe Samantha was exploring other avenues. Was Erika then just an experiment, or was Eric the experiment.
Erika rinsed her hair and pushed away the troubling thoughts for a few moments, while she concentrated on shaving her body, getting as close a shave of the peach fuzz on her face as she could then carefully denuding the hair under her arms. She then carefully scraped the hair away from her legs and double checked their smoothness with her fingertips before putting the pink razor away.
“You almost done in there, Erika?” Samantha called from outside the stall.
“Yes. Just a few more minutes.” Erika called back. She could hear the voices and noises of the other girls as they undressed and got into their own showers.
“Tricia had a really cool idea,” Samantha said by way of a greeting as Erika exited the shower stall. “We’re going to braid our hair and sew red, white, and blue ribbon through it.”
Erika looked blankly at Samantha. “You can do that?”
“Of course, silly.”
“How do you get it out?” Erika bit her lower lip in thought.
“It’s not tied or sewn in that way.” Samantha giggled. “I guess I should have said it is woven into the braid.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Even with her morning breath and her hair a mess, she was beautiful. How did she do it? Like a moth to a flame, Erika found her lips drawn to Samantha’s. An electric spark of pleasure raced through her body, causing a certain something in her gaffe to strain against its confines.
“See you back in the cabin.” Samantha smiled before closing the door behind her. She popped her head back out. “You aren’t going to peek, are you?”
“No.” Erika said, disgusted by the thought.
“I trust you, but some of the others aren’t quite sure yet, so it’d be best if you combed your hair and stuff up at the cabin,” Samantha whispered.
Erika sighed, grabbed her bag and bundle before heading back up to the cabin.
She wrapped the towel up around her head like a turban and began picking up and cleaning the cabin. She was just finishing with the sweeping when Rachel and Tricia entered.
“Wow, you’ve gotten most everything done,” Tricia complimented. “Thank you Erika.”
Rachel dumped her stuff off in her drawer and retrieved her suitcase from the closet. Dani, Katie and Victoria arrived and gathered around with them to watch as Rachel pulled steamers, balloons, flags, sparklers and a ‘Happy Fourth of July’ sign out and laid them on the bed.
The girls rushed to put their thing away and threw themselves into their decorating task. Krystal, Samantha and Phoenix arrived in the middle of the excitement and joined in the fun.
One by one, Victoria pulled one of the girls off to the side and deftly braided each side of their head. Once Tricia was finished with her decorating, she borrowed Rachel’s largest needle. With quick strokes, she threaded the colorful ribbons through the braids, leaving some out at the ends like streamers.
“Should we wear our Lavender shirts?” Phoenix asked of the group.
“It’s Fourth of July. We should be wearing red, white, and blue.” Dani asserted, voicing every ones opinion.
Erika looked up after Tricia finished sewing the ribbons through her hair and noticed that the new addition to the group was wearing her lavender wrist bands. She glanced around and found that everyone but she was wearing their lavender wrist bands. She turned pink at the thought of not supporting her girlfriend and after thanking Tricia, quickly wrapped the scraps of shirt around her wrists.
“Come on, Rachel,” Victoria gestured.
“My hair’s too short,” Rachel scoffed.
“I can do something with it. You can’t be the only one in the cabin without ribbons.”
“It’s alright, really,” Rachel grimaced.
“You’ve got to show your cabin spirit,” Katie encouraged.
Rachel stomped across the cabin. “Will it shut you all up?”
“For now,” Samantha smiled.
Victoria pulled the crown of Rachel’s hair back into a ponytail and braided it.
Dani and Katie stood at the door of the cabin and surveyed their handy work.
“This looks really good,” Dani smiled.
Katie looked to the glowering girl getting ribbons sewn into her braid. “Rachel, this was a fantastic idea.”
The corners of Rachel’s mouth threatened to smile. “Thanks.”
“When are your parents coming?” Erika asked of Samantha.
“I’m not sure,” she shrugged. “It’s a couple of hours drive from the city, so it will probably be sometime this afternoon.”
“Do you want me with you?” Erika questioned.
“Nah. I think I can handle it,” Samantha shrugged. She looked into Erika’s concerned eyes and swallowed. “But I wouldn’t mind if you were close by, just in case.”
Erika gave her love’s knee a squeeze in loving understanding.
Bowls of sugared strawberries, blueberries and whipped cream were set on the table followed closely by large stacks of waffles.
“That is so cool,” Tricia bounced. “A red, white and blue breakfast.”
As they were finishing their holiday breakfast, Director Hobbs took her place at the front of the mess hall. After getting their attention she began the week’s point totals for the cabins. Even without its leader, Oak cabin took the lead in points for the boys. For the girls, it was close. Only five points separated the two top cabins for the week. Rachel was disappointed to find out that Columbine cabin came in second.
“Do today’s inspection points count in that or next week’s?” Tricia asked.
“Next week’s,” Phoenix answered around a bite of strawberry.
“Due to recent events,” Director Hobbs continued. “There will be no more mixed gender boat or canoe check outs and today, everyone is restricted to the camp’s main campus. No wandering around the lake or taking off on to the trails.”
“Typical,” Rachel growled. “She calls an attempted rape an ‘event’.”
“You all have noticed that the Firefighting helicopters are using our lake and because of this, we are asking anyone canoeing or boating to stay on the sides of the lake. Anyone going into the middle of the lake will lose their lake privileges for the summer.” She paused for emphasis, “Everyone have a good Fourth,” She finished with a smile.
Erika looked up from her plate to see Director Hobbs standing at the end of their table.
“I just wanted to let you know how overjoyed the judges were this morning when they entered your cabin.” She scanned each of them. “They asked me to go take a look for myself. You girls really out did yourselves.” She smiled. “I am personally awarding your cabin ten extra points.”
“Thank you,” Dani grinned. “It was Rachel’s idea.”
Director Hobbs smiled at the athletic young girl before taking them all in again. “Have fun today, girls and don’t forget, you three have kitchen duty this evening.”
“We all have kitchen duty this evening,” Dani stated after Hobbs left.
“No, you don’t,” Erika argued. “This is our punishment. You need to enjoy your Fourth.”
“As Rachel pointed out last week, we are a cabin,” Victoria vocalized. “When one of us does well, we all do well. When one of us gets unfairly punished then we all get unfairly punished. That’s all there is to it.”
“It’s the Fourth of July,” Erika protested. “You should be out enjoying fireworks, watermelon and ice cream or something, not cleaning a kitchen.”
“So should you,” Krystal stated. “You all get up at the crack of dawn to exercise with me. That isn’t fair to you. You aren’t the ones who are fat. Besides, I can look at helping out as a bit more exercise.” She smiled.
Krystal turned to Katie. “It’s my turn to clean the floor tonight.”
“Enough about tonight,” Samantha said, ending the conversation. “Rachel what did you have planned today?”
“I am going to teach the boys that girls can kick their asses in basketball.” She grinned. “Any of you want to join me?” No one said anything. “Come on Krystal, I could really use you out there.”
“I can’t play basketball,” The large girl admitted.
“All you need to do is keep the boys busy and if you get the ball pass it to me. I’ll take care of the rest.” Rachel smiled.
“We’ll see.” Krystal was non-committal.
“What about you, Dani?” Samantha inquired.
“Katie and I are going to the beach to enjoy the water and sun.”
“Tricia?” Samantha prodded.
“I don’t know,” The blonde in pink admitted. “Probably work on my tan a bit. Maybe pretend to read a magazine while checking out the guys at the beach.”
“That sound fun,” Victoria giggled. “I think I’ll join Tricia.”
“What about you, Erika?” Samantha asked.
“I was hoping that you would join me in canoeing around the lake.” Erika was hopeful. “I’ve lost my duck and would really like to see if I can find him.”
“You’ve lost your duck?” Rachel snorted.
“Haven’t you seen the mother duck and her babies?” Erika inquired.
Katie smiled. “I have. They’re so cute.”
“Yeah, So?” Victoria raised an eyebrow.
“The black duckling is missing,” Erika explained. “I noticed it the other day. I kept hoping that he’d show up, but I haven’t seen him. I want to see if maybe he’s lost or hurt or something.”
A loud thundering noise grew louder and louder.
“The firefighting helicopter,” Tricia spoke.
“Oooh. I hope that you duck didn’t get swallowed by that water bucket,” Rachel smirked.
The horrifying look on Erika’s face was enough to get the athletic girl to start chuckling.
“You are so mean,” Tricia stated. She turned to Erika. “I’m sure that your duck didn’t get swallowed by the water bucket. The noise alone drives the ducks to the edge of the lake.”
“We’ll help you search,” Katie responded, looking at Dani who smiled and nodded.
The girls got up and left the mess hall then split up, going in different directions.
“You never answered me.” Erika looked to Samantha, the fear of being rejected washing over her.
“I would love to go canoeing with you,” she smiled.
“I almost forgot.” Erika looked at Samantha. “I need to stop by that area where Josh attacked you. I left my flip-flops there.”
Samantha went white at the suggestion.
“Never mind, I’ll get them later,” Erika quickly corrected.
“Slow down so we can catch up,” Dani called from another canoe.
Erika rested her paddle across the canoe and relished the feel of the water craft silently slip through the water.
“So what does this duck look like?” Dani asked as their canoe came along side.
“It’s a duckling, a baby duck and it’s the only black one.” Erika scanned the reeds along the shore.
“You sure it’s not with its mother?” Katie asked.
“Yes. I counted them a dozen times and looked for a couple of days.”
“Tell you what. Dani and I’ll head around the other side of the lake and meet you in the back.”
Erika shrugged. “Fine by me. Just be careful if you find him.”
“We will,” Dani assured.
The two turned the canoe around and paddled back towards the docks and to search the other side of the lake.
Erika looked across the lake at the smoke covered hills. The yellow brown haze seemed to fill the entire skyline. Another thump thumping sound of the returning chopper echoed around the tree lined lake.
The two girls pulled in their paddles and let the canoe drift into the reeds as they watched the chopper hover over the lake, re-filling its bucket.
Wind currents created by the blades of the air craft buffeted the girls and reeds. It caused waves on the surface of the water that rocked the canoe, disturbing the peaceful lake.
Straining under the weight of the water laden bucket, the helicopter slowly at first rose up into the sky and began speeding away over the tree tops, as water sloshed and fell in large sheets to the lake and then to the forest floor.
Samantha holding to the reeds to keep the canoe from drifting sighed as the loud noise started to disappear. A silence descended upon the forest around them. Even the birds seemed to keep quiet when the chopper was near.
The girls slowly dipped their paddles into the water and pulled, dipped and pulled. The only sound now was the dripping of water off of their paddles as they reached to dip them again and again.
Samantha froze; her paddle in midair. “Shh. I hear something,” she hissed.
Erika froze as well and strained to hear for any noise that wasn’t familiar.
“Over there.” Samantha pointed with her paddle towards the shore.
“What is it?” Erika whispered.
“I’m not sure, but it sounded out of the ordinary.”
The reeds in this area of the lake were quite thick and tall as they stabbed at the sky over the heads of the girls.
A sudden whooshing noise erupted as two birds hiding in the reeds took flight. Samantha stifled a scream at the sudden clamor. She paused and tilted her head to one side. Erika followed her lead and again concentrated on listening.
“Up there.” Samantha pointed just ahead of them.
A strange noise, not quite a peep, but not a croak either sounded muffled amongst the reeds as they scraped along the hull of the canoe.
Samantha paused again then turned her head a bit. “We passed it.”
Erika dug her paddle into the water behind her and using leverage pushed on the oar against her hand and halted the canoe’s forward momentum. Two more similar stokes and they were floating the way they came.
Erika paused mid stroke. She could now hear the strange noise. It definitely wasn’t a frog. It wasn’t the chirping of a bird or chattering of a squirrel either. Erika pulled in her oar and slowly stood up in the canoe to scan around them.
“I think it’s coming from shore,” she said, almost in a whisper.
As carefully as she dared, she lowered herself to grab the canoe and cautiously slipped her legs into the water. Her feet sank in soft, cool, mud. She then slowly waded to the shore stopping every couple of steps to get her bearings on where the sound was coming from.
Samantha watched and listened as her dark-haired friend slowly searched the shoreline.
Erika stopped and looked down by her feet. She stepped back two steps and paused again. She was so close she could taste it. She heard the muffled noise again and stepped one step forward and up on to shore. Her eyes stared at the ground through the tall grasses and marshy weeds, straining to see where the strange sound was coming from.
She heard it again. Coming from right where she was looking.
Samantha thought Erika was going to dive through the mud, she moved so fast.
Erika brushed a few of the reeds away and found a dark hole its sides nearly vertical. Down in the bottom of the hole, a dark object called up towards the sky.
It was so dark she couldn’t tell what it was. She shifted her head off to the side to allow more sun to penetrate the darkness. There at the bottom of the hole was a black ball of fluffy feathers.
“It’s him!” she cried to Samantha.
She knelt on all fours and slowly lowered her hand into the hole. “Come on, little fella,” she cooed. “Come on. I won’t hurt you.”
Terrified, the little black creature fluttered around the deep hole trying to find an escape.
“Come on,” she coaxed. “I’m just trying to help you.”
Her hand felt soft down and a few more course feathers. Her hand flailed in the bottom, trying to get a hold of the duckling. Finally, she was able to get a hold of a wing and quickly brought it to the surface and cradled it in her two hands.
“I’ve got him! I’ve found my duck!” she cried.
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“Great!” Samantha beamed back. “Now let’s get him to his mom.”
Erika slowly and carefully made her way through the mucky, reed infested water to the canoe. Now, how was she supposed to get back into the canoe while holding the duckling?
“Can you hold him while I get back in?” Erika asked Samantha.
“Just put him down in the canoe. He can’t fly yet.”
“But he hops pretty good.” Erika pouted.
“Not well enough if he got stuck in a hole.”
Erika looked around for some way of keeping the little guy safe while she boarded the water craft. Sighing heavily, she carefully put the frightened duckling into the bottom of the canoe and carefully climbed in without tipping it, and their precious cargo over.
The little black duckling hopped and flapped around the bottom of the canoe terrified by its new surroundings.
“It’s okay, little guy.” We’re going to take you back to your mother.” Erika cooed.
Samantha pushed off and the two emerged from the reeds. Looking around, she spotted Katie and Dani who were across the lake from them, looking their way.
Samantha raised her paddle high overhead and waved it back and forth catching their attention.
“Where are we going to find it’s mother?” Samantha inquired.
“Well, the other day, she and the little ones were taking shelter on the back side of the lake. I think they may be there, especially with all of the helicopters about.”
Samantha pointed with her paddle towards the back side of the lake and the two of them with their rescued animal, headed off in that direction.
Katie and Dani mirrored their movements from the opposite side of the water.
The thundering thumping noise grew louder as the helicopter returned with its empty bucket for another fill. The duckling in the boat became more and more agitated as the noise drew closer and louder. Erika dropped her paddle beside her scooped the frightened bird and held it close to her chest. It kicked and tried to flap its wings, frightened by the noise and unsure of the human’s intentions.
As the chopper lifted away with another full bucket, Erika set the dark bird back down in the hull, picked up her paddle and they began making their way again for the back part of the lake.
“What are you going to name it?” Samantha asked. “You can’t just keep referring to it as ‘the duck’ or the ‘little guy’.”
“I haven’t really thought of one.” She admitted. “he was just the black duckling that was kind of left in the rear.”
“Blackie?” Samantha suggested.
“Lacks imagination.” Erika shook her braids
“Lucky?”
“He is the runt of his nest, and he falls into a hole and left to die. You call that lucky?”
“Lucky that you care about him so much.” Samantha pressed.
“Nah. Lucky sounds like the name of a dog from the fifties or sixties.”
“Freedom?” Samantha suggested. “It’s the Fourth of July and you ‘freed’ him from that hole.”
“Hmm. It has possibilities.” Erika begrudged.
“Or Liberty.” Samantha went on.
“Let’s just get him back to his mother.” Erika tried to dismiss the subject.
The girls paddled on in relative silence as the duckling started to settle down.
“He’s quite dark, how about Ebony?” Samantha broke the silence.
Erika rolled her eyes. This wasn’t going to stop until she picked a name.
“You know he’s also kind of the color of an Oreo. The chocolate part anyway.” Samantha went on.
“Is that the mother?” Erika pointed off to the side.
“It looks like it.” Samantha searched the reeds. “I wonder how close we can get to her.”
The mother duck, unsure of their intentions waddled up on the bank flapping her wings to make herself look bigger as her little ones gathered under and behind her.
“It’s okay, momma.” Erika cooed. “I’m just bringing back someone you lost.”
She scooped up the little black duckling and released him into the water. “There you are, Liberty Go on back to your mother.”
The two girls sat in the canoe and watched as Liberty happily made his way over to his mother and siblings.
Samantha nodded. “Liberty. I like it.”
Erika sighed with relief as the mother allowed Liberty to rejoin his siblings. “Okay, lets meet with Dani and Katie.”
The two girls paddled and eventually met with the other two.
“Did you find him?” Katie asked.
“Yes. We just returned Liberty to his mother.”
“Liberty?”
“That’s what we decided to name him.” Erika confided.
“What she decided to name him.” Samantha corrected.
“How was your canoe ride?” Erika asked Dani.
“Peaceful until the helicopter comes in.”
“Speaking of the helicopter, here it comes again.” Katie pointed to a black dot on the horizon.
“Let’s get back. My parents are due soon.” Samantha sighed.
“I hope they don’t take you away.” Katie chewed on her lower lip. “I like having you around.”
“Thanks, Katie, I enjoy being with you too.”
Side by side, the two canoes, sliced through the calm waters of the lake towards the docks and the mob of campers swimming and sunning themselves along the lakeshore.
“Did Eric ever meet my parents?” Samantha asked. “I don’t remember him doing so.”
“No. Summer and I were friends at school mainly. Sometimes we would hang out after, but I never met your parents. Why?”
“Just thought it might be awkward for you to meet them as Erika, if you had already met them as Eric. That, but I doubt that they would recognize you in any case. You are so different than you were then.”
“Well, Eric never met them, so I guess we’re safe on that front.”
“Race you to the dock!” Dani called out and started paddling with all of her might.
Erika looked up and saw that the dock was about three hundred yards away. She turned and caught the smile on Samantha’s lips and nodded her head. The two girls strengthened and quickened their strokes to catch up with the head start that Dani and Katie took.
The four girls laughed as their canoes bumped into the dock one just ahead of the other. They tied them off, climbed onto the dock and dropped their life-jackets back into the canoes before winding their way through the girls basking in the sun’s rays and guys jostling for position to use the diving board.
The heat coming off the sand was already pretty intense and it was only late morning.
In the shade of one of the trees next to the beach the kitchen staff set up a large table with baskets of snacks, and containers filled with ice, soda and bottled water.
The girls each grabbed a drink. Erika chugged her water before she noticed Samantha and Katie looking appalled.
“What?” She swallowed.
“Don’t chug it, even if you’re dying of thirst.” Samantha shook her head. “The only time you chug anything is when you’re at a party chugging beer, and even then, I think it lowers people’s opinion of you.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“We’re going to go change and come back here.” Dani waved at the two. “You’re welcome to join us.”
“My parents should be here any minute.” Samantha sighed. “And I should probably check in with Hobbs.”
“I’ll go with you.” Erika sipped at her water.
The shade of the forest trees caused a drop in the temperature by about ten degrees. A chill wormed its way down her spine as the cool breeze cooled by the mountains caressed her sweating body.
Hobbs was in her office, filling out paperwork and looking nervous about her meeting. “Oh, Hi Samantha. How are you feeling today?” She twirled a lock of hair around her finger.
“Okay, a bit nervous.” Samantha decided that honesty was the best policy.
“Nervous about what?” Hobbs inquired.
“What my parents might do or say.” Samantha admitted. “I really do want to stay here, but I’m afraid that they are going to over react and have me go home today.”
“You would like to stay?” Hobbs sounded pleased.
“I’ve made some really great friends here.” Samantha smiled at Erika. “and have up until Josh did what he did, had a lot of fun here.”
Hobbs smile. “I’m glad to hear that.” She sounded relieved. “Where do you plan on being when they arrive?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it. I thought either in the mess hall, or in our cabin.” She nodded her head. “In Columbine Cabin.”
“Well that sound about as good as any place.” Hobbs smiled. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a lot of paperwork to finish up here.”
“Sure not a problem.” Samantha and Erika left the small office and stood outside.
“To the cabin?” Erika voiced.
“To the cabin” Samantha raised an eyebrow.
“Sure, then we could be alone.” Erika winked.
“My thoughts exactly.” Samantha smiled. “If these are to be our last moments together, let’s make them be some of the best moments.”
The two walked hand in hand back to their cabin.
“Any one home.” Samantha called upon entering the cabin. The only answer was the low thumping of the helicopter returning to the lake for a re-fill.
“Alone at last.” Erika sighed closing the door behind her. She turned back to the empty cabin and was pulled into a tight embrace by Samantha, the cheerleader’s lips pressing hungrily to hers.
A charge like no other raced through her limbs, causing her arms and legs to feel like they were on fire. Her confined genitals strained at their restraints. Erika didn’t know exactly what to do with her hands, so she placed them on Samantha’s waist and held them, hoping that this moment in her life would last forever.
Samantha’s lips parted, her tongue breached Erika’s, sending a shiver through her body as Erika tasted Samantha. Samantha’s fingers cupped the back of her head as she kissed the friend of her sister, the person who was becoming more than a friend to her. The friend who saved her from the onslaught of Josh.
The two girls found themselves on Samantha’s bed, neither willing to release the other from their loving embrace.
Erika’s fingers caressed Samantha’s golden hair plaited tightly against her head, her fingers pulling through the tails of the red white and blue ribbons. The sweet smell of green apple and watermelon filled her nostrils as she breathed in the cheerleader’s scent.
Slowly, with uncertainty, Erika’s hand slid up Samantha’s sides. Her fingertips lightly caressed Samantha’s breast through blouse and bra. Samantha kissed Erika harder, encouraging her. Erika cupped Samantha’s breast and massaged it, causing her nipple to react to the stimulation.
Emboldened by her reaction, Erika’s fingers slowly slid down Samantha’s belly and under her blouse.
Samantha gently took Erika by the wrist and guided her hand out and away from her top “Huh, uh.” She mumbled softly and placed Erika’s hand on her waist again.
“Sorry.” Erika mumbled between kisses.
“Maybe another time.” Samantha murmured.
Erika smiled down at Samantha. “As you wish.”
* * *
Erika was in the bathroom, changing into her swimsuit when she heard a knock on the door and voices. She pulled a denim skirt up over her hips and exited the bathroom to find Hobbs entering with Samantha’s parents.
Samantha was locked in an embrace with her mother as her father put a loving arm hand on her shoulder.
“Mom, Dad,” Samantha pulled away and wiped tears from her eyes. “This is Erika. She is one of the girls who helped to save me.”
Before she knew it, Erika found herself locked in a tight embrace by Samantha’s mother.
“Thank you.” She whispered in Erika’s ear. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“You’re welcome?” it came out more like a question than a statement. Erika wasn’t used to this kind of attention. She was unsure how to respond.
“You’ve saved my daughter from some horrible torment.” Samantha’s mother pulled away. “Anything you need, don’t hesitate in asking.” She looked at Erika with such admiration, that Erika just blushed. “Anything.” She repeated.
“Okay.” Erika gave her hands a squeeze. She hoped that would do.
“Thank you, Erika.” Samantha’s father smiled across the room.
“Come, Erika, I think Samantha’s parents would like to talk with her for a bit.” Hobbs gestured towards the door.
Erika grabbed her towel, sunglasses, and sunscreen, gave Samantha a big hug “Don’t let them take you.” She pleaded. Erika pulled away and followed the camp director out of the cabin.
* * *
Erika spread her towel out on the sand next to Tricia and Victoria.
“You’ve already got gorgeous skin.” Erika looked over at Victoria. “Why are you tanning?”
“Just to add a bit of bronze to my olive coloring.” Victoria smiled. “Don’t worry, I don’t get too brown.”
“Samantha’s parents didn’t take her away did they?” Tricia questioned, shading her eyes.
“They’re with her now, in the cabin.” Erika explained.
“I hope they let her stay.” Tricia affirmed. “Even if it means I have to stay sleeping on the roll-a-way cot.”
Erika eased herself down next to the two girls and looked out over the lake.
“Did you find your duck?” Victoria inquired.
“Yes, and we sent Liberty back to his mother.”
“Liberty?” Victoria smirked.
“Yeah, that’s what I named him. It is July 4th after all.”
“Where did you end up finding, Liberty?” Tricia asked Erika.
Erika related the short story about how she and Samantha liberated the black duckling.
“Can I join you?” Katie asked, standing in front of the girls.
“Sure.” Tricia smiled.
“Where’s Dani?” Erika inquired.
“Oh, she’s dumped me.” Katie waved a hand.
“Huh?”
“That Derek guy that you were talking to the other night, well, he came up and started talking to her. They’ve gone over to the shade over there.” Katie pointed.
The four girls lay out in the sun, occasionally making comments about cute guys and pondering about celebs in the magazines that Tricia had brought with her.
“Okay, time to flip.” Tricia commented.
The girls all turned over onto their bellies, adjusted swim suits and lay their heads down to bask, their backs in warmth of the sun’s rays.
Erika was just drifting off to sleep when she heard a familiar voice. “Can I join you?”
Erika looked up and found a smiling Samantha with a towel in her hand waiting expectantly.
“You’re staying?” Erika asked.
“I’m staying.” Samantha squealed.
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“You’re staying? Really?” Erika imitated the high pitched squeal.
“Mom convinced dad to let me stay a little longer.”
“That’s great. What happened?” Katie smiled, digging for more info.
“Well as Erika was leaving there was the hug fest.” Samantha sighed. “Parents can be so over dramatic. Then we sat and talked a bit. Mom and Dad, really wanted the details on what exactly happened. I think my Dad is going to get a Lawyer and see if there is a case.” She paused. “They then asked me several times if I wanted to stay or go? If I felt safe here? If I was being pressured to keep what happened quiet? Did I like the girls in my cabin? Was Director Hobbs being proactive? Who my counselor is? That kind of stuff.”
“What did you tell them?” Victoria inquired.
“That I’d rather stay here at camp, than be home alone for most of the summer.”
“So when are they going to check back in on you?” Erika bit her inside lip.
They said that when they come up on ‘Parent’s Day’, they will decide if I will be going home or not.”
“Parent’s Day? What’s that?” Erika looked from Samantha to Tricia and Victoria.
“It’s the day when our parent’s come and spend the afternoon with us.” Victoria explained. “They see the crafts we’ve been doing, witness our various swimming, riding, climbing, and boating skills and how nutritious our meals are.”
“Our parents come here?” Erika looked to be in a panic. “To this camp?”
“Yes, of course, where else would they go?” Victoria rolled her eyes.
“You’re putting me on, right?” Erika’s face was white.
“No.”
“Shit! Shit, shit, shit!” Erika cursed.
“Your parents don’t know about this, this,” She lowered her voice to a whisper “About you being a girl?” Victoria scanned Erika’s body up and down
“No.” Erika’s head flopped to the towel.
“You know, there are some parents who can’t come.” Katie stated.
“Not with my luck.” Erika mumbled into her towel. “Do the parents know about ‘Parent’s Day’?”
“I believe they’re told about it in the camp brochure and then they are invited as well.” Victoria bit her lip in thought. “At least that is what I remember reading the brochure. I only skimmed through it.”
“Aaaarrrrrgggg!” Erika screamed in to her towel.
“We’ll work something out.” Samantha tried to make her friend feel better.
“We’ve got two weeks to figure out something. Besides, you don’t know if your parents are even coming.” Tricia encouraged.
I’m sure, if there is a ‘Parent’s day’, my mother will be coming.” Erika wanted to cry. “I need to go for a swim.” She stated suddenly and jumped up, kicking a bit of sand onto the others towels. “Anyone coming?”
“I’ll go.” Katie volunteered.
“I guess a bit of algae infested water won’t do me too much harm.” Tricia grimaced, then smiled.
“Samantha?” Erika invited.
“No thanks, I’d like to soak in some rays first.”
The three girls waded into the warm lake water. Once up to their thighs, they dove in. Long smooth graceful strokes took them out to the dock. Katie with her long limbs reached the ladder first and hoisted herself up. She adjusted her top and reached a hand down to assist Erika up the ladder.
Tricia followed and made sure that her top was secure before turning to the other two. “Now what?” She raised an eyebrow.
Erika looked around. “Let’s go off the high dive.” She grinned.
Katie looked up at the platform and shuddered.
“Oh, sorry Katie, I wasn’t thinking. We don’t need to do that, we can just dangle our feet off the dock.” Erika winced at her error.
“No, go on ahead, I’ll watch.” Katie insisted. “Really, don’t let my being chicken keep you two from having fun.
Two boys ran past them and scampered up the ladder to the platform. The first one ran out along the length of the board, bounced on the end and did a cannonball into the lake with a ku-splash.
“Come on, Tricia.” Erika smiled. She took to the ladder as the second kid jumped off with a ku-sploosh. droplets from the displaced lake flew into the air.
Erika stood up on the platform and looked out back at the lake shore, butterflies danced in her chest. Things sure looked like they were a long way down from up here. She spotted Samantha and Victoria who were shading their eyes from the sun’s glare. Erika lifted a hand and waved. Samantha waved back.
“Well?” Tricia asked as she waited at the top of the ladder. “Are you going to jump, or should let you crawl back down the ladder?”
“Hold your horses.” Erika called back. She walked out towards the end of the board, bouncing a little bit to feel the flex in the board. She then walked back to the platform and took a couple of deep breaths.
She took a few quick steps, bouncing towards the end and shot up and out over the lake. She grabbed her knees and pulled them to her chest, as she rolled slightly back and made impact with the water with her lower back. The noisy chatter and hollering of the campers was immediately silenced to a dull roar as she was engulfed by the warm water of the lake. As soon as she felt her momentum slow, she opened up and kicked to the surface.
“That was great!” Katie shouted at her after her head broke surface.
“Dude, a girl totally kicked your cannonball.” One of the boys teased the other.
“Not bad.” Tricia called from the platform.
Erika smiled and with only a few powerful strokes, make her way to the ladder. She turned in time to see Tricia bounce on the end of the board, and sail into the air. Tricia sailed head first out over the water, her arms out at her sides. At the last moment, she tucked her head forward and brought her hands in front of her executing a beautiful swan dive.
Erika was in awe at the grace and beauty of her friend. She climbed the ladder to stand beside the towering Katie.
“That was incredible.” Erika looked at their new cabin mate in a new light.
“I was on the dive team at my last school.” Tricia shrugged.
Erika looked at the platform and watched as one of the boys did a spinning cannonball.
“You want to go again?” Tricia invited with a smile.
“And embarrass myself?” Erika looked forlorn.
“This isn’t a contest.” Tricia reminded her. “Guys compete all of the time, girls can just have fun and enjoy one another.”
Erika let that sink in for a moment. “Okay.” She headed for the ladder.
“Can you dive?” Tricia asked.
“Yeah, but not like you.”
“Try a forward flip.”
“What do I do?” Erika paled.
Tricia quickly talked her through the steps and waited on the ladder as Erika surveyed the lake again.
She took a deep breath and ran out to the end of the board, bouncing a foot from the end and swinging her arms and tucking her head as she kicked her feet up. The sky and lake traded places for a moment as she spun feet over head, the world righted itself as she neared the water. She over rotated a little as she hit the water, not quite accomplishing a belly flop. Her legs and arms stung a little as she kicked her way to the surface and looked to Tricia on the platform.
“A little over rotated.” Tricia called back, “But very good for a first time.”
A giddiness and warmth spread through her body at the praise from the pretty blonde. Erika swam out of the way and watched as Tricia bounced on the end of the board. As she leapt into the air, she kicked her feet out while rotating her head and arms back. When she was approaching vertical with her head down, she straightened out and dropped like an arrow, hardly making a splash in the lake.
“Brava!” Katie shouted from the dock as Tricia’s head broke surface.
“You are incredible.” Erika tread water waiting for the blonde.
“Not good enough to win state.” Tricia sighed.
“You went to state? In diving?”
“I took fourth.” Tricia sighed. “I was supposed to go again this next year and give them a run for the gold, but we had to move. Again.”
“Well, our diving team sure could use you.” Erika accepted Katie’s hoist onto the dock.
“We’ll see.” Tricia said. “Let’s see what your school has to offer.”
“I’m the wrong person to ask about that.” Erika grimaced. “Talk to Victoria or Samantha about things our school has to offer.”
Erika found herself atop the platform looking out over the lake again. The thump, thump, thumping of the chopper was nearing. She looked the direction from which it was coming and made it out, a dark dot emerging from the smoky haze that still filled the sky.
Erika loped down the length of the board, bounced in the air, arched her back and head back as she kicked her feet in the air. She heard and felt a sharp crack on the back of her head. A blackness filled with stars swam before her eyes as she felt her body, suddenly change direction. She then felt a stinging impact across her back followed by a soft floating sensation as she submitted to the darkness, welcoming its promise of no pain.
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A tug on her arm brought her out of her painless, dark existence. Her head felt like someone was pounding on it with a sledge in time with her heart beat. Thump-thump, thump-thump.
Fiery pain streaked across her scalp, radiating out in all directions.
Her lungs burning, wanting, needing, air. Her body craving oxygen wanting to inhale, but a part of her mind told her not to. Thump-thump, thump-thump.
She could feel movement; someone was pulling on her arm. Suddenly the quiet world that she woke up to was shattered as her head crested the lake’s surface. She could hear herself gulp in air. Air that tasted of wood smoke, but that bitter taste tasted better than any breath she had ever taken before. Thump-thump, thump-thump.
“I’ve got her!” she heard a familiar voice call out frantically.
An arm lightly cradled her head in the water as several splashes sounded around her.
“Don’t try to move, Erika.” Tricia’s voice commanded. “I’ve got you.”
The sky, hazy with a yellowish cast seemed bright, too bright, the trees she could make out in her peripheral vision seemed too green. Darkness, she craved the painless darkness. Thump-thump.
She took in another deep breath, relishing the feeling of air, rushing in and out of her lungs. Tears blurred her vision as the fiery pain continued on the back of her scalp.
“Keep her still.” A new voice said from right beside her.
Water lapped around her face as she squinted at the brightness.
“Erika, if you hear me, don’t move your head.” The male voice cautioned. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes.” Erika sobbed. She wanted to scream, wanted to scream and scream again, but her head could barely stand the noise around her, could hardly tolerate the noise in her. Thump-thump, thump-thump.
“Good.” The voice said, a little more calmly. “Erika, I want you to relax and float. Tricia will keep your head above water and still. don’t try moving anything and don’t try helping us, okay?”
“Yeah.”
Two white objects appeared on each side of her head.
Why was everything so bright? Where is that nice darkness? The darkness that nullified the pain? Her head burned and pounded so bad.
“We are going to strap you onto a back board.” The voice spoke calmly. Todd’s voice. She smiled thinking about the life guard that most of the girls at camp drooled over. The one that she found making out with Phoenix in the woods. Thump-thump.
“Okay, Tricia, you can let go of her now.” Todd instructed. “Erika, I’m going to put some straps across your body, this will help you keep still. You hit your head pretty hard, so we have to take a few precautions, do you understand?”
Erika attempted to nod her head, but straps already restraining her forehead and chin kept her from moving. “Yeah.” She stated.
“Stay with me now, Erika.” Todd instructed.
“Can I close my eyes?” Erika asked. “I’m awfully tired.”
“No, don’t go to sleep.” Todd’s voice was firm; a hint of worry crept into it as well. “I need you to stay alert, okay, Erika?”
“Okay.”
Erika felt other straps being secured over her abdomen, arms, and legs. Thump-thump, thump-thump. “God my head hurts.” She sobbed through tears.
“I’ll bet it does.” Todd agreed. “You hit it pretty hard.”
Erika felt herself being pulled through the water, and then her body became heavy as she was tilted. The shore, lined with campers watching and pointing at her came into view. The heart beat in her head intensified. Thump-thump.
Unknown hands grasped the board on either side of her head and helped lift her out of the water. She blinked back the brightness of the forested mountains and the shimmering gold reflections of the sun off from the lake.
She felt herself being lowered to what she assumed was the dock. The worried faces of Tricia and Katie sprang into view followed by that of two of the life-guards.
“Where do you hurt, Erika?” a female life-guard asked.
“My head.” Erika croaked. “I’ve got the worst head ache.” Thump-thump, thump-thump.
“Anywhere else?”
“The back of my head hurts. It’s almost like it’s burning.”
Todd’s face came into view, blocking out the bright hazy sky. Erika relaxed a bit. Todd looked up. “You. Katie is it?”
“Yes.”
“Could you stand right here, and keep her face shaded?” Todd asked.
Katie nodded.
“Don’t close your eyes, or go to sleep on me, Erika. I need you to stay awake.”
“Okay.”
“If you feel like you’re going to throw up, let me know, so that we can turn you. Okay?”
“Okay.” Erika answered.
“What’s your name?” Todd asked.
“Erika.” Erika answered remembering she was a girl at camp.
“What’s your full name?” Todd questioned.
“Erika Martinez.” Erika had to keep in mind to add the ‘ez’ to her last name. Thump-thump.
“How old are you Erika?”
“Fifteen.”
Erika felt someone’s hand in hers.
“Can you squeeze my hand?” he asked.
Erika squeezed it. Thump-thump, thump-thump.
“Good girl.” Todd beamed.
Erika almost blushed at the positive praise, but her head hurt too bad to do more than crack a grin.
“Can you wiggle your toes for me?”
Erika did so.
“Good, very good.” Todd beamed. Some of the tension drained from his face. “Okay, let’s get her up to the infirmary.” He ordered.
Erika felt herself being hoisted into the air.
“Will she be alright?” Katie’s face was ashen with fear and worry
“She’ll be great.” Todd assured. “We just need to take some precautions.”
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
“Erika, you still with us?” Todd asked.
“Yeah.” Erika grimaced against her throbbing head ache.
“Erika!” Samantha’s voice called. “Erika are you all right? Will she be okay, Todd?”
“She’ll be just fine.” Phoenix’s voice carried. “Everyone stay back and let them through!”
Before she knew it, Erika found herself in the infirmary. Director Hobbs and the camp nurse looked to be anxiously waiting her arrival.
“I’ve already called for an ambulance.” Director Hobbs explained to the nurse and lifeguards.
“Erika, what’s your name?” The nurse asked as the lifeguards lowered her, board and all on to the exam table. Thump-thump.
“Erika Martinez.” Erika sighed. “I already told Todd that. Can I get some aspirin and take a nap?”
“You hit your head, Erika.” The nurse explained. “We have to get a C.A.T. scan to make sure that you didn’t break your neck or crack your skull.” The Nurse wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm and listened to Todd as he told her of what he saw.
He told of how Erika’s head came down hitting the end of the diving board and how her body flipped forward and dropped into the lake. How Tricia dove in after Erika, and knew exactly what to do, by getting her to the surface and not allowing her to move until the back board was in place. He then told her that Erika was conscious as soon as she resurfaced and that she was able to move her fingers and toes.
“Good. So far you don’t seem to have broken your neck.” The nurse smiled. “You do have a nasty gash on the back of your head though.
Todd grabbed a thick foam-like piece of paper and eased it under her head. “That’s so you won’t bleed all over the carpet, it is so expensive to replace he rolled his eyes and chuckled for her benefit.
The nurse took her blood pressure and made a notation. She had Erika wiggle her fingers and toes. She then took her pulse and shined a flash light into her eyes.
“Ack, that is bright.” Erika winced. Thump-thump, thump-thump.
“Equal and responsive.” The nurse mumbled. She looked back to Erika and began asking her a series of questions. She asked about the accident, what she remembered. Did she lose consciousness? Did she swallow any water? Interspersed in the interrogation she would ask her name over and over, how old she was, what school she went to, what cabin she was in, etc…
The nurse then looked up at Director Hobbs. “How far out is the ambulance?”
“I’d say they should be here in about five minutes. Can I speak with her, now?”
“Sure.” The nurse smiled. “She seems to be doing well.
Director Hobbs stepped up beside Erika. “How are you feeling, Erika?” She asked with a concerned smile.
“Like Thor is hammering in my head.” Erika winced.
“Erika is your mother your emergency contact?”
“Yes.” Erika’s heart beat a little faster causing the hammer blows to increase in speed.
“Is this her number?” Director Hobbs read the number to her.
Oh shit! Erika screamed in her head. Shit, shit, shit! What do I do? Think Erika, think.
“Actually, that is her old number.” Erika lied. “Right before I came to camp, she switched carriers.” Erika then went on to give Director Hobbs Eric’s cell phone number.
“Oh,” Director Hobbs jotted down the number quickly. “I need to let her know that you had an accident and that although you seem to be okay, we are taking you to the hospital as a precaution. Do you want me to ask her to come to the hospital?”
“No.” Erika answered too forcefully. “No, l’m fine, I just want something for this headache.”
“Here is some non-aspirin pain relief.” The nurse held a tiny plastic cup with some syrupy fluid and a cup of water with a straw. “Aspirin thins your blood, and with your little cut back there, we don’t want you to bleed anymore.”
Before long, the EMTs had arrived and came into the small infirmary. The nurse handed over the chart that she had been keeping on her patient and the EMTs moved Erika board and all onto a stretcher. They covered her with a blanket and secured her in the ambulance.
“That didn’t take you long.” Director Hobbs commented.
“We were just up the road, on standby in case of fire casualties.” The EMT explained. “Will you be following us to the hospital?”
“Yes.” Director Hobbs stated. “I’ll be driving that red bug.” She pointed.
The EMT nodded. “Stay close, I’ll let the patrol know you are with us.”
“Can I go?” Samantha begged from the open doors.
“Are you her sister?” the EMT inquired.
“No.” Samantha pouted. “She’s my best friend.”
“I’m sorry, but only family can ride with her.”
“Excuse me, Miss.” Tricia caught the EMT’s attention.
“We need to be going.” The EMT dismissed Tricia.
“Are you bound by HIPPA?” Tricia continued.
The EMT stopped and looked at the blonde. “Yes.”
“I have some information about your patient, private information.” She stated.
The EMT sighed, but followed the blonde to the side of the ambulance. Tricia looked around to make sure that no one was too close and leaned in close to the EMT. She cupped her hand around her mouth and whispered.
The EMT’s eyes widened.
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Erika tried to be brave. Other than the pounding headache, she felt alright. She didn’t know if anyone was watching, but she gave a thumbs up to anyone who could see it. After all that is what football players did.
The EMT hopped up into the back of the ambulance and closed the doors behind her. Her brown ponytail bobbed as she took a seat on a bench beside Erika. “Your friend told me about your little privacy matter.” She slid a blood pressure cuff around the arm where the Camp nurse had, and began taking her pressure.
“You aren’t going to tell, are you?” Erika pleaded.
“Relax, Erika.” She released the air in the cuff. “Now, I’ve got to re-take this.” She paused and looked into Erika’s eyes. “I am bound by Hippa (HIPAA) to not release any information about you, unless you sign a piece of paper releasing me to do so.” She took a breath. “Which means, I can’t even tell your parents.”
Relief washed over Erika.
“Can I take your blood pressure now?” She asked.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, relax.” The EMT began pumping air into the cuff tightening it around her arm. “Just in case you wanted to know, my name is Jenni.”
“Nice to meet you, Jenni.”
“So you decided to spend your Fourth of July in the ER, huh?”
“It wasn’t planned.” Erika sighed. “I was just trying a back flip off the board like Tricia did. She made it look so easy.
“Wiggle your toes for me. . . good. Now your fingers.” Jenni instructed. “What’s your name?”
“Why does everyone keep asking my name?” Erika protested.
“Get used to it. You’ll be asked a hundred times or more once you reach the ER. It is one of the things we do to head trauma patients. Just try and be patient.” Jenni reached for something. “I’ve got to put an IV in your arm, so you’re going to feel a poke.”
“Do you have to?” Erika protested.
“Most people are dehydrated, especially during the summer. It also allows us to deliver medication to you without giving you a shot each time.”
“Oh, alright.”
“Can I get my arms unstrapped at least?” Erika complained.
“Until you’ve been cleared by a doctor, you’re not allowed to move anything.”
“But my nose itches.”
* * *
It seemed like it took forever for the ambulance to make it to the ER. It only used its sirens and lights once as it passed through the small town. If she wasn’t strapped in, Erika would have jumped.
“Okay, we’re here.” Jenni told her. “Things will seem rushed for the next few minutes and then it will drag by. It was nice meeting you. I hope you are okay and are able to go back to camp.”
“Thank you, Jenni. It was nice meeting you too.”
The Ambulance came to a stop. The doors opened, Erika was carefully removed, and then it seemed like the world went mad. Jenni was being drilled with questions, while someone else was asking her questions. They quickly took her to a curtained off area and transferred from the stretcher to a bed, which wasn’t difficult, because she was still strapped to the back board. The whole-time various people asked her all kinds of questions.
Five minutes later, Jenni waved from the doorway with a smile and everyone calmed down. A nurse stayed behind to double check everything for the millionth time.
“The Doctor will be in to see you in just a moment.” The nurse pressed something into her hand. “Press the top button if you need anything.”
Then she too left the room.
Erika could hear a baby crying down the hall, a groan from what sounded like an elderly man and the murmur of voices in various parts of the hall. A knock sounded on the door.
“Just wanted to ease your mind.” Jenni poked her head in the door. Erika could just see her in her peripheral. “I spoke to your doctor and nurse and told them of your secret. You’ll be fine.”
“Uh, thanks, Jenni.”
“No problem. I hope I never see you again.” She chuckled.
“Yeah, me too.”
It was ten minutes before another knock came at the door. A middle-aged woman walked on in looking through a chart. “Hello, Erika. I’m Dr. Jackson. I hear you hit your head.” She set down the chart and washed her hands.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Did you lose consciousness?” Dr. Jackson asked.
“I don’t think so. I think I blacked out for a couple of seconds.”
Doctor Jackson then went on to ask most of the question that Erika had already answered over and over. She pulled on some gloves and checked Erika’s eyes with a flashlight again, then felt along her neck around the head straps.
“Okay.” Dr. Jackson turned to a nurse in the doorway. Take her on down for CT, and let’s see if there’s anything amiss.” She turned back to Erika. “Once the CT clears you, we’ll get you out of the straps and I’ll take a look at that gash on the back of your head.”
“Okay.”
“A Ms. Hobbs is here; I take it she is the camp director?”
“Yes.”
“Is she aware of your true gender?”
“No. . . You aren’t going to tell her are you?” Erika became worried. “Jenni the EMT said something about HIPPA. She said that you can’t talk to anyone, even my parents about it.”
“Do the girls in your cabin know about it?” Dr. Jackson inquired.
“Yes. My friend Samantha and I told them all.”
“When you get back from CT we’ll talk more about this. I won’t say anything for now.”
“Thank you.” Erika bit her lip. What did ‘for now’ mean?
“Someone will be in shortly to take you to CAT scan.”
A few minutes went by. Erika, not being able to move, closed her eyes and listened intently to all of the alien sounds of the E.R. The hum of equipment, the beeping of monitors from another room, the buzz of the florescent lights. A knock came at the door followed by Director Hobbs.
“How are you doing, Erika?”
“Okay, I guess. My head isn’t throbbing like it was earlier.”
“Good.” She smiled. The doctor says you probably just need a few stitches, but that she doesn’t think there is anything more serious.”
“So we can make it back in time for the barbecue?”
“We’ll see what the doctor says. By the way, I haven’t been able to reach your parents. Are you sure that is the right number?”
“Yes.” Erika’s heart pounded in her chest. “They might be out celebrating the Fourth on the lake and turned it off.”
“Hmmmm. Is there another emergency contact I can call?” she asked.
Erika was glad that she wasn’t hooked up to a heart monitor, she was sure if she had been, it would be setting off all kinds of alarms.
“A grandparent? Aunt or Uncle?”
“Not off the top of my head?” Erika’s mind raced almost as fast as her heart.
A knock came at the door. “Hello? Erika Martinez?” a tall guy inquired.
“Yes.”
“I’m here to take you to CAT scan.”
“Okay.” Saved by the bell. She tried not to let out a deep breath.
A few minutes later, she was being transferred, board and all, onto a table that was connected to a large white doughnut looking machine.
“We’re going to inject a contrast into your IV.” Radiologist explained. “You might taste a saltiness in your mouth. Are you allergic to shell fish?”
“No?” Erika thought that was a strange question.
“People who are, sometimes have a reaction to this.” The tall guy explained. He then disappeared into another room. “Okay, this will only take a few seconds.” His voice came over a speaker.
The doughnut machine began making a whining/humming noise the table that she was on, started moving into the machine.
“You’re doing good.” The radiologist’s voice came over the speaker.
The table moved her further into the machine, and then slowly started moving her out as the machine hummed loudly.
“Okay, you’re done.” The tall guy said from beside her.
Erika was transferred back to the stretcher and transported back to the E.R. room to await the results.
“It burns! It burns!” what sounded like a boy screamed from another room.
The nurse came back in and gave Erika the call button back and checked her comfort.
“What is going on down the hall?” Erika looked slightly afraid.
“A boy about your age was playing with fireworks and blew his finger off and burned his hand pretty badly.” The nurse grimaced.
“Oh.”
“Are you doing okay?”
“I’ll be better once I can move again.” Erika sighed.
“The doctor will be in, in just a few moments.” She stopped at the door. “Would you like another warm blanket?”
“That would be wonderful.”
“I’ll be right back.”
A knock on the door was followed by Director Hobbs. “Have you been able to think of anyone who I can call?” She inquired.
“You know, I was thinking about that down in CT.” Erika looked seriously at her. “I have an Uncle who is here in town. You might try him.”
“You do?”
“Here you are.” The nurse entered the room and spread a warm, soft, blanket over her.
“Thank you., Those are wonderful.” Erika beamed up at the nurse
“Your Uncle’s name?” Hobbs cut in.
“Sasha.” Erika prayed that Sasha would remember her and come to her aid. “He runs a hair salon here. He totally slipped my mind.” Please Sasha, help me out…… again.
“Sasha Is your Uncle?” The nurse turned around.
“Yes.” Erika could feel the shit getting deeper in the room.
“He does my hair.” The nurse beamed. “He is absolutely wonderful.”
“Isn’t he?” Erika smiled back.
“How can I get a hold of him?” Director Hobbs inquired.
“I have his number.” The nurse smiled at Director Hobbs. “Would you like me to give him a call?”
“Could you?” Director Hobbs asked following the nurse out of the room.
“Shit!” Erika swore to an empty room.
* * *
“Okay, Ms. Martinez.” Dr. Jackson entered the room. She walked over to the sink and washed her hands. “Good news. You didn’t break your neck. Which means that I can free you from that thing.”
“Thank God.”
Dr. Jackson gloved up then, quickly unfastened the straps and released her from her torture devise. “Now I need you to hold still just a moment longer while I poke around.” She felt along Erika’s spine again. “Okay, now I’m going to have you slowly roll onto your side so that I can look at that head wound.”
Erika never thought it would feel so good to be able to move. It almost felt strange in a way. She slowly turned onto her side, the doctor’s hands, guiding her gently. She then felt the doctor probe at her scalp. A flame of pain raced from where she was poking. “Ouch.”
“Sorry.” Dr. Jackson apologized. “Doesn’t look too bad, but you’re going to need a few stitches.”
“Damn.” Erika cussed softly.
“I’ll be back in a few moments. You may sit up, but don’t get off this stretcher.” Dr. Jackson peeled the gloves off, dropped them into a trash can and exited the room.
Feeling kind of woozy, Erika sat up for the first time in what seemed like ages.
“Your Uncle will be here before too long.” The nurse entered the room with a few items. “Let’s clean you up so that Dr. Jackson can get that gash closed.” The nurse handed Erika a large piece of gauze. “Hold that to your head, so you aren’t bleeding all over the floor.” She then pulled the bloody pillow cases and sheets off the stretcher.
Sasha is coming? Oh, I hope I didn’t pull him and Markus away from a party. What will he say when he gets here? Will he blow my secret with Hobbs? Will he play along with the whole Uncle thing?
“Okay, go ahead and have a seat back up there.” The nurse interrupted her fretting. The R.N. laid a bunch of instruments out on a tray close to the stretcher.
“Are we ready in here, Susan?” Dr. Jackson walked in. She went immediately over to the sink and washed her hands yet again.
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Erika, go ahead and lay down on your tummy.” Dr. Jackson instructed. She took some pro-offered gloves from a package that Susan was holding for her. “I’m going to have to cut some of this hair out of the way, which means you’ll have a small bald spot back here. But because of where it is. It won’t show unless you wear your hair in these cute braids.”
Erika felt the gauze being removed from her head.
“Now how tough are you?” Dr. Jackson inquired. “This looks like it’s going to take about five stitches. You have your choice. You can tough it out while I put those five in, OR I can give you a couple of pokes with a needle to put some numbing medication on it before stitching? Three pokes that will burn a little and keep you numb for an hour or so, or five and a pill that will take care of your pain for the afternoon?”
“Let’s go for five.” Erika mumbled.
“Five?” Dr. Jackson asked for clarification.
“Yes, five.”
“Okay, let’s get started.”
By Anistasia Allread Proofed and ever-so-slightly tweaked by Nick B “Can’t you walk that way as a boy?” Dr. Jackson asked. “It would be kind of hard not getting picked on walking down the hall as a guy wearing my heels,” said Erika with a dead straight face. |
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Erika lay on the stretcher, her head propped up by soft pillows. The back of her head, felt like it was on fire again.
Dr. Jackson had ended up putting seven stitches in. She wanted to put her hand back there, but her head felt so raw and she was afraid she was going to do something stupid like accidentally pull out one of the stitches.
Dr. Jackson had given her the lecture about not using brushes and combs on her hair until the stitches came out. Erika was then given a pill, which the doctor said would make her start to feel better in about twenty minutes.
A knock sounded at the door. No one came in. The knock came at the door again, this time a bit louder.
“Come in.” Erika called “Everyone else does.”
“Well, I’m not everyone else. I’m your Uncle Sasha,” said the hairstylist, entering the room.
“Uncle Sasha!” Erika didn’t know if she was relieved or anxious upon seeing her hairstylist.
“So kiddo, what’s going on here?” he asked in earnest.
Erika explained to him about the girls in the cabin excepting her, a few with reservations. She told him about the near rape and how Rachel ultimately saved them both. She left out details on how they got even with Josh, but did tell him about the punishment. She enlightened him on her growing relationship with Samantha then told him all that she remembered about the afternoon diving accident, and how she couldn’t let her parents know and needed his help in covering for her.
“I don’t know if I can do that,” Sasha cautioned. “I’m sure it’s against the law, somehow. Your parents might even be able to sue me.”
“Only if they find out . . . If Director Hobbs finds out then I might be sent to jail,” Erika pleaded. “Please Sasha.”
Sasha just looked at her.
“I told them that you were a distant uncle. We don’t have to tell them how distant. Besides, you are like an Uncle to me.”
Sasha looked away. “Let me go talk with Markus. This involves him too.” Sasha left the ER room and closed the door behind him.
Doctor Jackson entered the room and closed the door. She then closed the curtain, and sat down on a stool next to the stretcher. “Help me understand what it is that you are doing at this camp.”
“What do you mean?” Erika asked.
“About attending camp as a girl; about keeping it from your parents and do the girls in your cabin even know.”
“Yes, they all know, well except our counsellor.” Erika nodded. “The girls have me change in the bathroom and shower before or after they do, but other than that, they have accepted me as one of them.”
“Start at the beginning and tell me everything.” Dr. Jackson instructed.
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
Erika began with ‘the plague’ and ended with her hitting her head on the diving board. She excluded key points, such as her running away and Sasha not being her real uncle.”
Dr. Jackson listened and questioned different things, asking for more details of certain areas. Finally, she sat and looked at Erika–really looked hard. Erika felt as if the ER doctor was dissecting her with her eyes, peeling away one layer at a time, looking for a grain of truth in a sack of wheat.
“So . . . Do you feel like you are a girl?”
Erika thought for a moment. “How do you mean?”
“Do you feel like you were born with the wrong body?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve found that I like being a girl.” Erika admitted with a slight blush.
“Liking and being are different things, Erika.”
“Well, I’ve only been a girl for a couple of weeks and a lot has happened. Good and bad. In the couple of weeks of being a girl, I’ve found that I can identify better with others. I have more friends, and I am more confident in myself. Does that help?”
“Why aren’t you able to do that as a boy?”
“I don’t know, it just feels weird, I guess.” Erika sighed. “Girls just seem to be easier to get along with than boys. Boys are always trying to out-tough one another. Girls don’t seem to be doing that.”
“Don’t they?”
“Not physically.” Erika insisted. “As the Plague . . . I mean as Eric, I couldn’t walk down the halls at school without someone–everyone trying to trip me, to see me fall on my face, to ridicule me. As a girl, everyone is watching me, admiring me, smiling at me and wanting to be my friend.”
“Can’t you walk that way as a boy?” Dr. Jackson asked.
“It would be kind of hard not getting picked on walking down the hall as a guy wearing my heels,” said Erika with a dead straight face.
“I’m trying to be serious here, Erika. What you’re doing here at this camp could be breaking a lot of rules and getting a lot of people into trouble, not just yourself. Director Hobbs and other staff members could lose their jobs if something happens or the wrong people find out.” Dr. Jackson gave Erika a stern look. “So let me ask you again . . . do you truly feel like a girl?”
Hundreds of replies raced through her mind.
How do I feel? Am I a boy or a girl?
“I don’t know how to answer that, Doctor. Part of me says that I’ve got a dick, so therefore I’m a guy, but there is another part of my brain telling me to stop listening with the lower head and to listen to my heart.” Erika lowered her gaze and shook her head slightly confused. “If you had asked me this question at the beginning of summer, or even the first day or two of camp, I’d have told you without a doubt that I was a guy.” She met the Dr.’s gaze again. “Asking me this, now, I have to say I’m not so sure.” A silence fell between them, bringing the sounds of the hospital to their awareness for a moment. “I think it is my job this summer, to figure out the answer to that question. I’m sorry Doctor.” Tears obscured her vision. “I really don’t know the answer. Really, I don’t.”
Dr. Jackson rose from her position and stood before the confused girl. “At least you’re honest.” She handed Erika a tissue and walked to the door. “Put a robe on, you must be cold in a damp bathing suit in this hospital.”
Erika was left alone again, sitting on the table, drying the tears from her eyes.
Would Dr. Jackson call her parents? Was she out there right now, informing Director Hobbs? Would she get a chance to say good bye to the girls of Columbine?
“How are you feeling?” Sasha inquired from the door.
“A bit jumbled up.”
“Did it hurt?”
“The stitches or the talk?”
“The stitches.” Sasha approached. “What did she talk to you about?”
“About my being a boy or a girl.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I told her that I didn’t know.” Erika looked up at Sasha and started crying all over again.
“There, there.” Sasha held her in his arms. “This isn’t an easy time in anyone’s life. Especially for one who has gone through as much crappy stuff as you.”
“I don’t know if I’m a boy or a girl, Sasha.” Erika sobbed. “Part of me says I’m being a sissy and to grow balls . . . while the other part is revolted by the idea of even having balls. When did you know?” she held Sasha tight. “When did you know that you were . . . you know–gay?”
“I’ve always known there was something different about me.” Sasha’s soft voice was a comfort that Erika didn’t know she had been missing. “When I was about thirteen or fourteen, I realized just how different I was.” Sasha sighed. “It was horrible and wonderful all at the same time.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” He pushed away from Erika and grinned. “It was horrible knowing that you were different. That you were not ‘normal’, but it was also a huge relief knowing what it was, and that there were others out there just like me. Yes, I was different, but I was still Sasha. It wasn’t like I was the Elephant Man or a monster. I was just attracted to men.”
“Did people treat you differently after? Did they tease you? Pick on you?”
“Most people didn’t know for a very long time.” Sasha stated. “I didn’t even tell my parents for a couple of years. I was afraid of what they would do or say.”
“What happened?”
“My father was upset. No . . . hurt. I was his son. I was supposed to be a ‘man’, follow in his footsteps and be a contractor like he was. Instead, he got a sissy boy who liked to style hair.”
“How about now?” Erika inquired.
“Now, we are good friends.” Sasha smiled. “But that is a long, struggling story, and today is Independence Day. Let’s say we free you from this place and get you back to your friends, huh?”
“Will Dr. Jackson let me go? Isn’t she calling my parents or telling Hobbs?”
“To tell you the truth, I don’t think she can.” Sasha grinned. “I think it falls under the guide lines of HIPAA.”
As if on cue, Susan the nurse walked into the room. “I have your discharge papers here, young lady.” She handed a stack of printed out pages to Erika. “No getting your head wet for the next couple of days. No swimming in the lake, no getting it wet during your showers. Okay?”
Erika nodded. She was getting out of here without her parents being contacted.
“The camp nurse will need to inspect them daily for the next few days and if everything looks alright, she can take the stitches out next week.”
“Okay.” Erika was elated.
“Tylenol for your head aches and pain if you have any.”
“Just a small headache. Nothing like when I came in.”
“If you feel dizzy, like you’re going to black out, confused or extra sleepy, you’ll need to see the nurse right away or have her give us a call.”
“Okay.”
“Good luck, Erika and don’t let me see you back here anytime soon.”
Sasha escorted the now robed Erika out of the ER and out to the anxious but relieved Director Hobbs.
“Thank you for coming, Sasha.” Hobbs shook his hand. “I just wish I could have gotten a hold of Erika’s mother. I’m sorry I had to call you here like this on the Fourth.”
“That is what family’s for.” Sasha smiled. “Do you have a way to get back to camp?”
“Yes. I drove. Thank you again Sasha.”
Erika wrapped her arms around the hairdresser. “Thank you, Uncle Sasha.” She squeezed him.
“You’re welcome, Erika. Find what you are looking for.”
Director Hobbs just smiled a nervous smile and kept quiet as she drove back to Camp Kumoni.
“Feeling any better?” Director Hobbs asked as the red bug turned into the parking lot of the camp.
“A little, thanks for letting me nap.” Erika gave her a smile. “And thanks for coming along. I’m sorry that I ruined your Fourth.”
“Oh, you didn’t ruin it honey.” Hobbs rested a hand on Erika’s. “It’s my job to make sure that you all are safe. I just need to get a hold of your parents so that they are aware of what happened.”
“I’ll email them tonight. See if they respond to that.” Erika prayed that Director Hobbs wouldn’t try the contact number in her chart.
“It would be nice to have some kind of confirmation that they are aware of your being hurt.” The car came to a stop. “Don’t worry about cleaning the kitchen today, Erika. I’m sure you’re not up to doing a whole lot, but relaxing.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re not off the hook, though. Tomorrow, you’ll need to pick back up and continue.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The smoky smell of the forest fire affronted her as she opened the car door. “What’s going on with the fire?” Erika asked across the roof of the car.
“So far we’re safe. The fire is moving away and the last report I received, said that it was forty percent contained. As long as there isn’t a shift in the wind, we should be fine.”
“I wish the smoke would clear.”
“So do I.” Hobbs agreed. “Why don’t you go find your cabin mates, let them know that you’re okay, then take it easy.”
“Thank you, Ms. Hobbs.”
“You’re welcome, Erika.”
Erika, wearing a hospital robe over her bathing suit, headed to Columbine cabin. Not being able to swim anymore, she decided to change into something more appropriate.
“Erika’s back.” A voice called out.
Erika looked up to see a camper calling down to another, who then turned and called to another.
“Shit, this is worse than playing telegraph.” She swore to herself. She mounted the steps to the cabin and opened the door. Something soft hit her head and engulfed her in a cloud of white.
Erika’s head started to pound again, but not nearly as it had before going to the hospital. She coughed and swore as she brushed flour from her body.
”You have beautiful hair, Erika. I’m sure you hear that all of the time though.” The nurse commented.
Samantha worked to control a grin. “Only lately has anyone noticed.” Erika glared at Samantha. By Anistasia Allread Edited by Alexis |
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Camp Kumoni 46
“Damn!” she cursed.
The inside of the cabin was a mess. Toilet paper was strewn everywhere. In the middle of the mess stood twelve empty toilet paper rolls, and four silly string cans. On the wall over Tricia’s bed was the word OAK in silly string.
Erika stepped back out the door and began shaking the flour off her head. She carefully ran her fingers through her hair to help rid her tresses of the powder.
She sat down on the step wanting to cry. Visions of ‘the plague’ sprang up in her mind; images of being tripped in the lunch room, a full tray spilling across the floor. Memories of laughing, lots of laughing. Being pointed out as the stupid, clumsy kid. Walking through the halls of school, others laughing and pointing as he passed, only to later find derogatory notes on the back of his clothes. After school, finding his bike, his transportation home, taken apart and left in pieces.
Erika put her head in her hands and tried to block out the past. ‘The Plague’ is past. Eric didn’t exist here. ‘The Plague’ didn’t exist here at camp. Only a pretty girl, named Erika.
“Oh my God,” Samantha exclaimed! “Erika, are you alright?” Her footsteps quickened. She plopped down next to Erika and took her in her arms. “What happened?”
“Flour bomb.” Erika was too tired to cry. “The cabin was hit. It’s a total mess.”
“I heard you were back. What happened at the hospital?”
“Seven stitches, back here.” She lightly cupped the back of her white dusted head.
“Anything else?”
“No. Well, except for almost getting ratted out. I need to figure a way to get into Hobbs office this afternoon and change information in my file.” She looked up at Samantha, the ribbons in her hair fluttered in a slight breeze. “I came to change into some clothes, but I. . . I just can’t deal with this right now.” She nodded towards the cabin.
“You stay here; I’ll get what you want.” Samantha offered. She stood up and started into the cabin, then turned back to Erika “What do you want?”
“Just a pair of shorts, underwear, and a T-shirt.”
“Bra?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“I’ll grab a towel and we can go down to the showers so that you can get that crap out of your hair.”
“I can’t.” Erika sighed heavily. “First off, I can’t get my stitches wet for a week. Second is that if I get the flour wet, it will turn to paste in my hair.”
“That sucks. We’ve got to go tell Hobbs.”
“I’m done with Hobbs for the day. She almost found out twice about our secret. I just want to get into some comfy clothes and relax.”
“Shit, this cabin is a mess.” Samantha exclaimed from the doorway. “This is going to take forever to clean up.”
“I know.” Erika muttered to herself, remembering Eric’s locker that had been caked with silly string. It took forever to clean not only the locker but all of the books, papers and clothing that it contained.
“They flour bombed our beds too.” Samantha called in disgust. “Here you are she came out of the cabin. Bits of toilet paper and silly string clung to her body.
“Let’s go see the nurse, first.” Erika suggested. “Maybe she’ll have an idea.”
Samantha hugged the clothes to her chest with one hand and wrapped her other arm around Erika’s waist, guiding her down the trail.
“I heard you were back.” Tricia ran up with a smile. “I’m so sorry, Erika. I should have never enticed you into a diving competition. Are you alright? Why are you covered in white powder?”
“She was flour bombed when she walked into the cabin.” Samantha explained.
“Flour bombed? Seriously?”
“The cabin is a wreck.” Samantha elaborated. “Toilet papered and silly stringed. Our beds are flour bombed too.”
“Are you all right?” Tricia’s voice was filled with concern.
“I think so.” Erika shrugged.
“Where are you heading now?” Tricia inquired.
“To ask the nurse if there is a way to get this flour out of her hair.” Samantha looked at Tricia, worry written all over her face. “She isn’t allowed to wash her hair until her stitches come out.”
“You got stitches? How many?” Tricia sounded hurt.
“Seven.” Erika stated.
“Tricia, could you tell the rest of the Columbine that our cabin was hit?”
“Sure.” Tricia turned to walk down the trail.
“See what Rachel wants to do? Whether we retaliate or bring Hobbs in on it?” Samantha asked her.
Tricia nodded as she went in search of her new cabin mates
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“What happened to you?” the nurse exclaimed seeing the dust covered Erika.
“Flour bomb,” Samantha explained.
“Is there a way to get this flour out of my hair?” Erika asked the nurse. “The nurse in the ER said not to wash my hair.”
“Where did this happen?” The nurse ushered the two girls into the office.
“I just came back from the ER with Director Hobbs and decided to change into something more comfortable.” Erika explained. “All I did was open the door to the cabin and I was hit in the head by a bunch of flour.”
The nurse had Erika sit down in a chair. “Let me see what they did to you at the hospital.” She gently and carefully inspected the sutures on the back of Erika’s head. “I’ll be right back.” The nurse stepped out of the office.
“She isn’t going to talk to Hobbs, is she?” Erika wondered.
“I don’t know.” Samantha tried to soothe her friend. “I hope not.”
The nurse was back before they knew it and held out a soft bristled brush. “I’m going to carefully brush your hair.” She came around behind Erika. “This will help get most of the flour out. Then I’m going to send you down to the showers.”
“But I was told not to wash my hair.” Erika protested.
“Well, they didn’t foresee you getting flour dumped on your head.” The nurse pulled the brush through her hair. “Shampoo and conditioner are chemicals that could weaken the stitches. A little bit of water, this once, won’t do much.”
The white powdery flour was pulled from her hair and lightly fell to the floor. “You have beautiful hair, Erika. I’m sure you hear that all of the time though.” The nurse commented.
Samantha worked to control a grin.
“Only lately has anyone noticed.” Erika glared at Samantha.
“Okay, I’ve gotten most of it out.” The nurse smiled. “Now it won’t turn to glue when you rinse it.” She turned to Samantha. “Could you take her to the showers and help her? Be very careful of these stitches though.”
“Uh, sure,” Samantha agreed.
“I want to put some ointment on that after your shower.” The nurse instructed.
The two girls walked out of the infirmary and towards the showers.
“Tricia said that the cabin got hit.” Rachel and Krystal met them on the trail. “How bad?”
“It’s a mess but we should be able to get it clean.” Samantha explained. “It’s mostly toilet paper and silly string. Erika got the brunt of it when she opened the front door; a flour bomb hit her in the head.”
“Are you alright?” Rachel looked upset and worried.
Erika nodded. “Yes.”
Rachel looked to one then the other. “Do we know who did it?”
“OAK is scrawled on the wall with silly string” Samantha bit her lip. “But I wouldn’t go jumping to conclusions. They are already spending their free time working for Hobbs. It could be another cabin trying to frame them.”
“Or it could be Oak getting even for Josh, and the work time.” Rachel growled.
“Let’s not react until we get some evidence.” Samantha cautioned. “I’ve got to get Erika to the shower to get the rest of the flour out of her hair. I’ll be up afterwards to help clean.”
Samantha held the door to the shower room open for Erika.
“I can do it myself.” Erika told Samantha.
“No. The nurse told me to make sure you didn’t rip those stitches out.”
“I can do it.” Erika insisted.
“We’ll just keep our bathing suits on.” Samantha leaned past Erika and turned on the shower.
The cheerleader stripped out of her shorts and pulled off her T-shirt revealing her two-piece bikini. Erika was suddenly aware of her male bits straining against its restraints.
“Go on, get in.” Samantha urged. She assisted Erika out of her hospital robe and gently guided her into the hot water.
Erika stepped in and turned around a full circle, getting all of her wet except for her head. She then put her face under the warm spray, feeling the hot water warm the blood in her veins, and start to wash the tension from her muscles. She also used the spray to hide her face from looking at the beautiful form in the bikini standing beside her.
She turned around to let the water beat down on her shoulders, and wiped the water from her face and eyes, being careful not to scratch herself or poke herself in the eye with her acrylic nails. When she opened her eyes, she was staring Samantha in the face. Water droplets from the shower beaded up on her perfect skin. Her eyes looked through her lashes giving her a submissive look. Erika leaned in and kissed the cheerleader. She felt Samantha’s arms reach around her neck pulling her in tighter. Erika’s hands found Samantha’s waist and enjoyed the feel of her flat abdomen and her slightly wider hips. She pulled her closer.
Samantha pulled away slightly and squinted at Erika through the barrage of shower spray. “I care about you a lot, you know.”
Erika nodded. She couldn’t tell if Samantha was crying or if the beads of water on her face were from the shower. She turned so that the water hit them both on one side. Then she lifted her hands to wipe the water gently away from under Samantha’s eyes with her thumbs. She pulled her face closer, her lips, meeting those of Samantha’s. Samantha pulled Erika into a tight hug, and then gently pushed away. “Let’s get this flour out of your hair.”
Gently, ever so lightly, Samantha assisted in rinsing Erika’s hair, being extremely careful of the area where the stitches were.
After a bit, Erika turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. She quickly wiped most of the water off of her body and bathing suit, then draped the towel over Samantha and began drying her. She gently dabbed the droplets from the blonde’s face. Samantha looked up at Erika, tears welling in her eyes.
“You scared me today.” Samantha admitted.
“I’m sorry, It was an accident.”
“I know.” Samantha bit her plump lip. “But I don’t want to lose another sister.”
If someone had plunged a knife into Erika’s back it would have been less painful then the pain that just erupted in her heart. Erika took in a long shuddering breath, and attempted a smile. She turned away from Samantha and fiddled with her clothes. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She choked back some tears.
Samantha leaned in, and kissed Erika on the cheek. “You get dressed and see the nurse. I’ll go and see if I can get the cabin cleaned up.”
“Okay.” Erika avoided looking at her.
As soon as she heard the shower room door close, Erika slumped on the bench and let the tears flow.
SISTER!? Her brain screamed.
“Are you all right?” Dani greeted her with concern. “They’re saying you were hit in the head and split open your stitches and were going to have to go back to the ER to get staples put in and stuff.” By Anistasia Allread Edited by Alexis |
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Camp Kumoni 47
By Anistasia Allread
Erika trudged up the trail to the cabin. The Nurse looked at her stitches to make sure that they were all there and holding, then put some anti-bacteria ointment on the wound before sending her free.
Erika’s mind whirled, as she walked through the dappled shade created by the huge evergreen trees. All she could hear in her in her mind was Samantha’s words ‘I don’t want to lose another sister’ Sister. Samantha called her a sister. That was as bad . . . No, worse than if she had said that she ‘just wanted to be friends. Sister.
She came to a junction in the trail and paused. Forward leads to the cabin, left to the shower building. Erika decided to go left. She may as well take care of nature’s call before getting to the cabin.
She walked into the bathroom and paused in front of one of the mirrors. She looked in the mirror, numbly looking past the image of the pretty dark-haired girl. Her eyes unfocused, and filling once again with tears, blurring the image. She didn’t know which hurt worse, the sharp, fiery pain starting to re-emerge on the back of her head or the harsh, dull ache in her chest.
What did Samantha see? Did she see Erika? Or Eric? Or Summer? She knew she went over that same thought earlier, and Samantha didn’t seem to make a distinction, she did kiss her in the shower. It wasn’t a chaste kiss of a sister, it wasn’t even a friendly kiss of a close friend, it was a passionate kiss of a lover, so why in the world would Samantha refer to her as a sister?
What about the kiss last night in the kitchen? That definitely wasn’t the kiss of a sister.
For the first time in over a week, Erika looked in the mirror and didn’t like what she saw. “Why am I doing this?” she asked her reflection “I did everything that I was supposed to do, and I am back to where I started. . . worse even.”
Erika looked down at the low-cut blouse that showed off a bit of cleavage. Her hands cupped her breast forms; her long lacquered nails making her hands look so soft and delicate. The baby blue top was so soft compared to the course fabrics of guy shirts. Part of her brain wished that she could feel the soft fabric against her breasts, real breasts.
She backed up from the mirror and sat down on a bench, unconsciously crossing her legs. Her hands laced around her smooth knee as her mind scrambled to get a grasp on reality. She just wished that she could feel the soft fabric on her breasts? Seriously? What was she thinking?
“You really need to get a grip.” She muttered aloud.
As she thought, her fingers slowly moved up and down her smooth-shaven leg, enjoying the silkiness, the tightness of the skin after its being exfoliated. When she realized what she was doing, she jerked her hand away from her leg as if she had touched a hot stove.
“You are enjoying this too much.” She continued. “Too, too much. It’s only for the summer. Remember, it’s only for the summer.”
Remembering what she was doing here in the first place, Erika sought out a toilet stall.
She found herself again standing in front of a mirror washing her hands, staring at the pretty ebony haired girl. “Is it really so bad?” She asked her reflection. “Why is it so wrong to enjoy this? You have friends. You aren’t being picked on or teased. At least not personally. People like you. You even like yourself. For the first time in your life, you like who you are. . . What is so wrong with that?”
The girl in the mirror didn’t answer. She just stared back and smiled.
The pain in her chest was dissipating a little. Her heart would forever be soft and sensitive towards Samantha. She just had to work on transforming the love she felt for the beautiful blonde from one of wanting a soul mate to love of a sister.
Erika washed her face with water from the sink and wished she had thought to have brought some mascara with her. The lake water as well as the emotional day in the ER had erased any makeup, she had applied this morning.
The pain on her scalp wasn’t going away, it was intensifying. She made the decision to seek out the nurse.
The nurse wasn’t too surprised to see her back in the infirmary. She gave Erika a painkiller and supervised her swallowing it.
“You need to take it easy today.” The nurse told her for the one hundredth time.
“Thank you.” Erika smiled. “I plan to take it easy. I promise.”
“Are you all right?” Dani greeted her with concern. “They’re saying you were hit in the head and split open your stitches and were going to have to go back to the ER to get staples put in and stuff.”
“What?” Erika looked horrified.
“That’s the story.” Dani stared at Erika as if she was looking at an animated corpse.
“No. I got hit in the head by a flour bomb. That’s all.” Erika scoffed. “I swear.” She added seeing Dani’s skeptical look.
“You’ll never guess who’s in our cabin right now.” Dani’s eyes were alight.
“The Jonas Brothers?”
“Kyle and a few others from Oak Cabin.” Dani blurted. “They said that they were not responsible and wanted to help clean up, hopefully to clear their names.”
“Kyle and Oak are in there?” the two girls started towards the cabin again.
“Yep. . . Oh and so is Derek. You were right about him, Erika. He is wonderful.” Dani beamed. “And you’ll never guess what.”
“You’re right, I won’t.”
“Derek’s mother is a Dwarf and so is his sister.”
Erika didn’t think she’d ever seen Dani so excited or glow this brightly. “Really?”
“Yes. So, he is comfortable around me, and not acting all weird. And he isn’t one of those ‘freaks’ who just want to ‘do it’ with a Dwarf.”
“That’s awesome, Dani. I’m glad to hear that.”
“He’s so sweet too.”
“I know he is.” Erika smiled. “I’m the one who made friends with him first.”
“He doesn’t live too far from me either, so we can see each other on weekends and vacations and stuff.”
“I’m so happy for you, Dani. Really, I am. You deserve a wonderful person.”
Dani turned and suddenly wrapped her arms around Erika’s waist, almost causing Erika to fall. “Thank you.”
“Are you all right?” Rachel approached along the path carrying a full trash bag.
“Yes, just have a bit of pain, right now.” Erika admitted.
Rachel winced upon hearing that. “I’m sorry.”
Dani dropped her death grip on Erika and took her hand. “Let’s get you off of your feet. Do you want to read? I’m sure Krystal has something that might interest you in that library of hers.”
Derek exited the cabin door. He shot Erika a warm smile, then looked to Dani, who seemed to shine in his gaze.
“Your bed is already cleared. So why don’t you take it easy while we finish this up.” Rachel agreed.
“Gregg Louganis has returned.” Tricia greeted from the door. “Welcome to our happy, little, hole in the woods.” The blonde girl wrapped her arms around Erika and gave her a tight squeeze. “I’m glad that you’re okay.”
“Thanks.”
And then Erika saw them. Kyle and a couple of his cabin mates in various acts of cleaning the cabin. Phoenix stood in the bathroom doorway supervising the effort.
“Erika, it wasn’t us, I swear.” Kyle pleaded.
“I know, Kyle.” She assured him.
“I just wanted to make sure you knew that we had nothing to do with this, or your head.” He looked very sincere and vulnerable.
“Thanks for helping with the cleanup.” Erika didn’t know what else to say to the friend of the guy who tried to rape Samantha.
“So does Hobbs know?” Erika asked Tricia in a low tone.
“Yes. Phoenix got here before we could clean it, and when she saw the mess, went directly to Hobbs. Hobbs is pissed, but with the Oak boys helping, out before she even arrived, she doesn’t know what to do.”
“I think it’s a frame job.” Erika expanded.
“We all do.” Tricia smiled at Erika. “Kyle is swearing that Oak isn’t responsible. I just hope that Hobbs doesn’t go ballistic.”
“Hey sweety, feeling better?” Samantha finished re-making her bed.
“I guess.” Erika stated, her voice carried no emotion.
“Your bed is ready, why don’t you go on and relax, we’re almost done.”
“Thanks.” Again emotionless.
Erika climbed onto her bed and leaned up against the wall watching as a dozen people swept, dusted, and put things back into order.
“How are you doing, Erika?” Phoenix stood next to her bed.
“My head hurts a bit, and I’m worn out.”
“We’ll be out of here soon.” Phoenix smiled. “Hang in there. We’ll give you some private time to take a nap or just recollect yourself.” The counselor patted Erika’s calf. “The word is that you cracked open your head again and your brains are showing.”
“What?” Erika was appalled.
Phoenix shot her a smile.
Erika smiled at the redhead and leaned her head very gently back against her pillow and closed her eyes. The sounds in the room grew quiet, more distant.
“Wake up sleepy head.” A comforting voice whispered in her ear. “Come on, it’s almost dinner time.”
Erika felt soft lips on her cheek. The sweet perfume of the one she was in love with warmed her heart.
“What time is it? How long have I been out?” Erika sat up. Her head felt foggy everything around her seemed kind of distant, almost insubstantial.
“They’re about to serve dinner. You’ve been out of it for two hours.” Samantha smiled. “Are you feeling any better?”
“I feel foggy, almost light headed.”
“That’s the pain meds.” Samantha smiled. “I’ve been there. Feels almost like your looking through a haze, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Come on Sweat heart, let’s get some food into that belly.” Samantha took her hand and pulled slightly.
Erika slid off her bed, and stood still for a moment, trying to gain her orientation.
“Samantha?”
“Yes?”
“We need to talk.”
The tone of Erika’s voice caught Samantha off guard. The smile slid from her face. “What is it?”
Erika sat down on Samantha’s bed and motioned Samantha to join her.
“What’s wrong?” Samantha urged.
“I love you, Samantha.” Erika’s gaze lifted from her lap to that of the blonde. “I have always loved you.”
“I love you too.” Samantha smiled, but it was weak, nervous.
“But I don’t think you love me the same way as I love you.” Erika went on. “I’m attracted to you. I have been from the first moment I laid eyes on you. You are this gorgeous girl, who lights up every room that you enter. You can have just about any guy in this camp. In fact most would fight over the chance to have just one evening alone with you.” Erika paused. “So why are you pretending with me?”
“I’m not pretending.” Samantha defended.
“Samantha, you’ve always been attracted to the Alpha male, the jock, the good-looking athlete, the assholes who beat up kids like me. I know, I have watched you with every single one of them in school.” Erika’s hands trembled. “I just think that you are confusing your love for me with the love you may have had for your sister. I think that you are trying to put me in the hole that Summer left you with, and because of that, you are doing things to try and keep me around. Things to keep me happy that you wouldn’t normally do.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I love you; Samantha and I will never leave you. Not ever. I will always be there for you. I just can’t allow myself to think that there can be anything more than a sisterly love between us. It will hurt too much when you do leave.”
Samantha was face was pinched with pain. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
“The last couple of days, with you have been incredible. They were everything I could have ever imagined. But I can’t keep up the illusion that this perfect girl, who loves me not as a boy, but as a sister, could ever love me in the same way as I love her.”
“Erika. . .” Samantha pleaded.
“See?” Erika interrupted. “You see me as Erika, not Eric. You will never be able to see me as Eric again. At least you won’t see me as ‘The Plague’ anymore. I guess that is something.” Erika paused. “I came here to camp, under your pretenses so that I might be able to spend time with you and so that you’d be able to see me. . . Really see me. The problem is that you do see me now, but as a sister.”
“Eric. . .” Samantha tried again.
“No, Samantha. I can’t” Erika’s own eyes burned with tears. “Who’d ever accept you, Samantha Thompson dating Eric ‘The Plague’? It can’t work, and I’d rather stop it now, than have it kill me at the end of the Summer when I lose you to the peer pressure at school.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way.”
“No, but it will. The Cheerleader never falls for the nerd. She never has, and she never will.” Erika leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Samantha. “I still love you, Samantha. I always will.”
“I love you too, Eric.”
“I know. And that alone will be enough.” Erika pulled back and kissed Samantha on the forehead. “Let’s clean up and get some food, okay?”
Samantha nodded.
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Camp Kumoni 48
Samantha and Erika held hands as they walked down the path to the barbeque taking place on the beach. A large grill had been set up. Smoke from the grill wafted up to join that of the forest fire a few miles away. The biggest difference between the two was that the grill smoke smelled a whole lot better.
Erika gave Samantha’s hand three squeezes before releasing it and filling her plate with dogs, potato salad, chips, and veggie sticks.
Looking around she found Dani and Derek sitting off to the side of the beach, smiling and laughing. The sight filled her with hope and happiness. She walked around small groups of people and stood before her cabin mate.
Erika looked from Dani to Derek. “Mind if I join you?”
“Please,” Derek said and smiled.
Erika crossed her legs and slowly sank to the sand with her plate. “Sorry to interrupt,” Erika said looking from one to the other and feeling a bit of a gooseberry.
“No worries,” Derek replied, smiling. “We were just talking.”
Erika bit into her dog, the mustard was a nice zing to the otherwise plain meat.
Dani suddenly looked around. “Where’s Samantha?”
Erika shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Are you feeling okay?” Derek inquired. “That was quite a nasty fall you had this morning.”
“I’m feeling much better now.” Erika answered between bites.
“We were just talking about super heroes and powers.” Dani said, grinning sheepishly.
“What about them?”
“Who our favorite is.” Derek looked to Erika. “Who’s your favorite super hero?”
“Hmmm,” Erika thought. “I always had a thing for Rogue. I don’t know why, she just seemed cool, but I also like Kitty Pryde.”
“An X-Man fan,” Derek replied knowledgably, nodding with and smiling in appreciation. “What if you could have any kind of power; what would it be?”
“That is a hard one.” Erika admitted. “I go back and forth between a couple. Like right now, I would really like to have Mystique’s morphing ability.” Erika paused. Had she really said that out loud? Shit, what if Derek picked up on it.
Dani giggled. “I think I changed my mind, I want that one too.”
“What other power would you like?” Derek enquired.
“Sometimes I’d like to be able to stop time or have telepathy.”
“Ah, to read someone’s mind. I like that one.” Derek directed a smile at Dani
“I don’t want you reading my mind,” she retorted, slapping Derek’s arm, then tapped the side of her head several times. “You don’t need to know what’s going on in here.”
Erika finished eating her dog and got up. “I’m going to let you two read minds and slap each other by yourselves.”
The two barely noticed her leave.
Erika took her plate, snagged a cold-water bottle from an ice box and made her way into the underbrush a few feet to an old log lying amongst the grasses and ferns. She rested the water bottle next to her while she went to work once again on the food on her plate. She glanced up from time to time and watched Dani and Derek enjoying their time discovering one another.
Rachel was down by the lake edge playing volleyball with a few girls from one of the other cabins. Katie was there too, but every once in a while, Erika caught the tall, beautiful, farm girl, casting glances over to her missing friend. The looks were mixed with jealousy, loneliness, and the happiness that her friend finally found someone who could see past her shortness.
Krystal sat on the edge of the dock, her legs dangling in the water, her nose buried in a book. The large girl was wearing her swimsuit in public now. Sure, she had shorts on, to give her some confidence, but the fact that she was wearing it at all was a huge step for her cabin mate. Erika tested her memory of Krystal on the day she arrived to now. She’d have to ask her how much weight she’d lost. It had to be close to twenty pounds by now.
“Do you need time alone?” a soft feminine voice asked.
Erika snapped out of her contemplation to look to the source. Tricia stood on the sand, smiling at her.
“What?” Erika asked.
“I was just wondering if I could join you.” Tricia inquired. “But if you would rather have time alone, I understand.”
“No. Please join me.” Erika gestured at the log next to her.
She watched as Tricia lightly picked her way around tufts of grass and small shrubs. She was so graceful, it made Erika wonder whether she’d ever be able to move as effortless as the pretty blonde.
Tricia lightly sat on the log, smoothing her short skirt behind her as she did. She looked from Erika out to the sandy beach with all of the campers in various stages of enjoyment.
“Are you okay?” Tricia finally asked, breaking the relative silence.
“Yeah, I took some pain killers, so it doesn’t hurt much.” Erika lightly touched her hand to the back of her head.
“I meant are you and Samantha okay?” Tricia clarified.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t we be?” Erika pointedly stuffed another bite of potato salad into her mouth.
“Because you are over here, eating on a log, and she is sitting clear over there, looking introspective.”
“Oh.”
“So what happened?”
“I decided not to fool myself any longer.” Erika almost choked on the now tasteless food.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that when the summer ends and we go back to being the cheerleader and ‘the plague’, I won’t fit in with her world anymore. So I ended it now before it got started.”
“Is that what she said?” Tricia asked. “Did she say that you wouldn’t be able to ‘fit in with her world anymore’?”
“No, but that’s what will happen.” Erika sighed. Why was she trying to explain this to Tricia anyway? She wasn’t one to hang out with someone like ‘the plague’.
“It just seems sad that you didn’t give her much of a chance to make up her own mind.”
“You haven’t watched her every day for the past few years with her jock boyfriends.” Erika said, pointedly and could feel herself starting to get upset. “I have. I’ve watched as she giggled at their lame, stupid jokes. I’ve seen the way that she looks at them when they’re approaching her. I’ve seen how she kisses them.” She began fighting back tears. “She was never any of that with me. With me, it all seemed ... forced.”
A silence fell between them again. Erika put her plate down on the log. She no longer had an appetite.
“I didn’t come over here to make you upset, Erika.” Tricia rested a soft hand on Erika’s knee. “That is the last thing I wanted to do. I’m sorry.”
“I wish it was different.” Erika wiped at her eyes, staring off at the glittering lake. “I wish that she could see who I am. Whether in pants or a skirt, with breasts or without, I wish that she could see how much I really do love her.”
“I believe she does.” Tricia tried to soothe her friend. “I just think that maybe she is having trouble with how she feels about you; how to show her love towards you and what kind of love she is feeling towards you.”
“I just don’t want to be hurt at the end of the summer.” Erika admitted. “I don’t want to go back to being ‘the plague’ and admiring her from afar, but there is just no way she can see past my appearance. I don’t think she would be attracted to me even if I stayed Eric. I just don’t think anyone can see past this–this façade.”
“I saw past it.” Tricia mumbled.
“huh?”
“Nothing. Forget I said anything.” Tricia pleaded.
“No, you said something.” Erika pressured. “What did you say?”
“I said that I saw past your façade.” Tricia’s face turned hot pink, which clashed with the soft pink blouse she was wearing.
“Yeah, but you have a brother or sister who is … Well you know.”
“My sister has nothing to do with it.” Tricia admitted. “I think you’ve done a really good job; Erika and I don’t think that many would know. I think even my sister would be envious at how easy you make it look.”
Erika was speechless.
“I guessed, what you were, who you were almost right after meeting you. Perhaps you’re right; perhaps I do have a better understanding–a better eye for that kind of thing.”
Erika just stared at the pretty blonde. Her mind was racing, but nothing was making sense.
“You have a lot to figure out.” Tricia sighed. She got up and brushed off the back of her skirt. “I’ll be around if you want to talk.” She looked out across the darkening lake. “I hear that the fire department is going to allow the camp to shoot off fireworks, but only out in the lake.”
Erika watched again as the princess perfect Tricia lightly skipped and danced around the vegetation back to the sandy beach.
Easy? Tricia thought that she made it look easy? This was one of the hardest trials of her life — his life. It ranked right up there with the aftermath of the flagpole incident. At least this rollercoaster had as many ups as it did downs.
Erika sat on the log, arms hugging her chest in deep thought.
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Camp Kumoni 49
Deep in thought, Erika didn’t realize how late it was getting. The long shadows of dusk were beginning to creep across the land.
Should Erika give Samantha another chance? She has always been in love with the blonde cheerleader. She had always admired her from afar, but having her, actually holding her in her arms, kissing her. It was something altogether different. It was almost as if Samantha was paying her back. Paying her back for saving her from Josh. Paying her back from the poor treatment at school. The attention that Samantha had been giving Erika over the past couple of days almost seemed like it was work, a chore for the blonde.
No. She had given Samantha a chance. It just wouldn’t work out. What did Samantha see? Did she see ‘The Plague’ in girls’ clothing? Or perhaps she saw Erika, a girl, a cabin mate, a friend, a friend of her late sister’s. She was pretty sure she didn’t see Eric. Her heart ached.
This whole façade, this whole summer trial was to find a way into Samantha’s heart. . . or was it? No, if she remembered it correctly, this whole business was to be able to spend TIME with Samantha. To spend time with the outgoing, beautiful Samantha.
Samantha was like a spotlight. It was intoxicating when that intense light was cast upon you, but lonely when it left. The whole time you’re not in it, you’re hoping, begging, praying that it would illuminate you once again. While it was shining on you, you mattered, you were the world, and you could do anything as long as that light remained focused on you. This spotlight however enjoyed moving from one person on the stage to another. It would eventually get back to you, but it never stayed long enough.
Erika’s deep thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Rachel, and Samantha following Director Hobbs across the sand. Erika slid off of her log, picked up the plate of un-eaten food and made her way to the sand.
She tossed her waste in a large receptacle and began following her cabin mates up the trail.
“Erika, you’re to rest today.” Director instructed when she found the injured girl tagging along. “I’ll get another to take your place tonight.”
“I’m fine, Mrs. Hobbs.”
“I know that you are, but I promised Dr. Jackson that I’d make you rest today.” She turned around ending the discussion.
“You go back to the beach and relax.” Tricia came up behind her. “We’ll take care of this.”
Katie, Dani, Victoria, and Krystal all followed Tricia up the trail.
“I will not go back to the beach while you all try and work off my punishment.” Erika protested. She fell in line with them and marched up the trail to the dining hall.
Sheila met them at the kitchen door and handed them each an apron. “As I promised, it won’t be that bad tonight.”
There were bowls to be washed, food left over from the barbeque to be put away and floors to be swept.
Victoria took up an authoritative stance. “Erika, you need to sit down over there.” She pointed to a stool. “Dr.’s orders.”
“I’m fine.” Erika stated.
“Please, Erika.” Krystal pleaded. “You hit your head on the diving board, almost drown, and were hit in the head by a flour bomb. I’d say that you’ve done enough for one day.”
“At least let me dry and put stuff away.” Erika huffed.
The girls all looked at one another.
“Fine.” Rachel agreed. “But if you start to feel woozy or drop anything, then we get to duct tape you to the chair.”
Erika held out her hand to receive a towel.
“Any idea on who pranked out cabin?” Victoria asked.
A few shook their heads.
“I don’t think it really matters anymore.” Rachel grimaced. “I think Hobbs is putting a halt to it tomorrow.” Rachel and Krystal exchanged looks.
“How is she going to do that?” Samantha asked.
“Anyone caught during, or after the prank will be sent home.” Rachel sighed. “I had the perfect prank for the Oak boys too.”
“And the Spruce, and the Alder.” Dani teased.
“But someone got hurt.” Krystal looked worried over at Erika.
“But I wasn’t hurt.” Erika protested. “Well, I was hurt before the flour fell on my head anyway. . . but the flour bomb didn’t do anything except get all over in my hair.”
Rachel scowled.
With the whole cabin showing up to help out, the kitchen was sparkling clean thirty to forty minutes later. While, Rachel left to get Sheila for the inspection, the rest of the Lavender Ladies stood around outside the kitchen door, enjoying the balmy, if not smoky evening air.
Sheila walked around the kitchen once, and glanced things over. “Looks good to me. Thanks girls.” She went back out and disappeared in the darkening evening.
“Now what?” Katie inquired.
“Fireworks.” Rachel’s voice took on an edge of excitement.
“Even with this forest fire?” Victoria shook her head. “I doubt it.”
“I overheard Hobbs this afternoon.” Rachel grinned. “Three fire fighters are bringing their families up. The fire fighters are going to be lighting them off so that we and their families can enjoy a traditional Fourth.”
The Lavender Ladies of Columbine joined hands and walked with a bit of spring in their step down to the trail to the lake where the campers were all gathering for the show.
Samantha held Erika’s hand on one side; Tricia held her hand on the other. Dani, on the end, had to take one and a half steps per every one of theirs to keep up.
The girls emerged on the beach to find campers in various positions, sitting or lying on the beach, laughing, and chatting as they waited.
All of the good spots on the sandy beach were taken by campers who didn’t have to wash dishes or clean the kitchen. The Columbine girls stood on the main path, looking for an area open enough for them to stay together.
“There’s Derek.” Dani practically squealed. “Mind if I join him?”
“No, go ahead.” Victoria urged.
Erika noticed Katie’s face slump a little as the diminutive figure wove her way around spectators to the smiling red head waiting for her.
“We could sit on the docks.” Katie sighed.
“Or even better, we could lay down on the docks and stare almost straight up at them.” Rachel picked up on the idea.
“No one else is out there.” Victoria pointed out. “Will they let us do that?”
“Doesn’t hurt to ask.” Rachel released Krystal’s hand and went up to Todd.
After a few seconds of conversing, Rachel waved her cabin over with a smile. “We can. We just can’t be getting into the water.”
Erika could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes watching her as she and her cabin mates walked out onto the dock and took up places out by the diving boards.
The incidents that happened this morning just a few feet away seemed like a long time ago to her. She eyed the high dive, then looked sheepishly over at Tricia who blushed.
“I am sorry.” Tricia bit her lower lip.
“Don’t be, it was all my fault.”
“I still feel responsible.”
Erika gave her hand a squeeze. “Stop it. Let’s enjoy this fire work show.”
The girls sat down on the dock, Rachel and Katie lay back letting the warmth of the wood from the day’s sun warm their backs.
Erika looked to her left at Samantha. “I’m sorry.” She stated, squeezing the cheerleader’s hand.
“About what?”
“About what I said this afternoon.”
“You were right though.” Samantha sighed. “I did a lot of soul searching after wards. I had a lot to think about. I still do. But one thing is for certain, you needn’t apologize for stating how you feel.”
“I just don’t ever want to hurt you, Samantha.”
“And I don’t want to hurt you. Or lose someone who is almost like a sister to me.” Samantha squeezed Erika’s hand.
Erika pulled Samantha too her and embraced her fiercely. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The two girls released and smiled at one another.
A swooshing noise followed by a loud pop interrupted the moment.
“There that wasn’t so bad, you two, now was it.” Tricia stated, giving Erika’s leg a squeeze.
Erika’s reply was drowned out by explosions as large blossoms filled the sky above the lake.
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The other girls seemed to sleep so peacefully in their beds and most were looking forward to the morning when their parents would arrive in a long line of cars, over-filling the small parking lot.
They seemed eager to show off what fun they had been having and the friends they had made. The craft items created by the children’s hands and imaginations for their parents to take home as treasures, would be the topic of conversation for months to come.
The only other girl in the cabin who was even half as anxious about the coming morning was sleeping below her. Tomorrow would be the day when Samantha’s parents would decide whether or not to take the cheerleader home with them or let her stay the remaining days of camp with her friends.
Erika really didn’t think that Samantha’s parents would pull her out of camp unless she wanted to leave, so that didn’t present much of a worry. Her bone of contention was her parents showing up–or as she should think of it, Eric’s parent’s showing up.
She lay there agonizing over their reaction to her transformation in the few short weeks that she had been at camp.
Would they pull her out?
Erika would be an embarrassment to Eric’s mother. Her circle of friends would shame her and whisper behind her back about her mentally challenged son.
Eric’s dad on the other hand, would probably not only pull Eric out, but have him committed to an asylum. How dare his son turn into a ‘sissy-boy’?
Erika sighed heavily. All she could do was worry. She tried to change the direction of her thoughts.
She thought back to the Fourth of July–that magical evening under the night sky, watching explosions of light decorate dark velvet-like void above her. Each of her hands being held by a friend: one she’d known for a couple of years, the other she met just a few weeks ago.
Holding the hands of two people she loved, under those sky flowers was truly magical. Eric ‘The Plague’ would never have had that kind of memory of camp. He would have been too scared to talk to any of the girls let alone touch one.
The next morning at breakfast, Hobbs put her foot down about the pranks. Someone had gotten hurt. Apparently, Erika was the one. She hadn’t bothered with the details of Erika having had stitches in her head and had a head ache. She made it sound like a sack of flour hit her in the head, that Erika had lost consciousness.
Erika looked over at her cabin mates, embarrassed by the director’s elaboration. Krystal looked to Rachel, whose face looked to be strained with pain. Rachel seemed to be taking the whole prank thing awfully personal. It was Erika after all who got flour in her hair.
Later that day, Rachel, Samantha and Erika showed up at Hobbs’ office along with Oak cabin at the beginning of their free time. Hobbs handed them each a garbage bag and a couple of rakes. Their job for the afternoon was to pick up all of the remaining trash from the Fourth of July and rake the sandy beach clean of debris.
Over the next few days, Oak cabin helped Columbine cabin in cleaning the main paths, hauling trash, and clearing storm debris. One afternoon, Hobbs had even put them all to work scrubbing the dining hall floor. Erika couldn’t help but think of Cinderella while scrubbing away with a bristle brush, soap and water.
The kitchen duty wasn’t so bad. Sheila made sure that the Ladies in Lavender received the best of the food and even made little extras for them to take back to their cabin after they finished cleaning.
Erika stashed away some left-over bread and salad. On their morning jog around the lake, she and Samantha would stop and feed Liberty and his family, who gobbled up the proffered food with zeal. The little black duckling had lost most of his fluffy soft down, in its place dark feathers showed up. It looked like he gained more and more feathers every day, as they saw him paddling around with his siblings.
Two nights after the Fourth celebration, Erika woke Samantha up in the middle of the night. With a flashlight each, they slid silently out the cabin door and hugged the shadows cast by the trees and buildings in the overhead lights. As quietly as they could they approached Hobbs’ office. Gently, Samantha tried the door knob, but it remained locked. Erika pulled out a bobby pin and handed it over. Samantha straightened it and pushed in the small hole and wiggled it. Nothing happened.
“What are you doing?” Tricia called from a nearby shadow.
Samantha almost screamed and she and Erika both jumped at the interruption. Tricia lightly jogged over to crouch down beside her cabin mates.
“Hobbs was questioning me about information in my records.” Erika hissed. “I’ve got to change it so that she doesn’t figure it out.” She referred to her change of gender and name for the summer camp.
“Here, let me try.” Tricia put her hand out for the hair pin.
Samantha shrugged and gave it to her. Tricia studied the door knob for a few seconds, then re-bent the hairpin and slid it into the hole. She wiggled it around a few times then held her breath. She turned the knob and the door swung open.
“Where did you learn to do that?
“My sister,” Tricia said, giving Erika a smile and a wink.
The office was dark. Erika found the computer and booted it up. The three girls stood in the office, holding their breath waiting for the computer to ready itself.
Erika looked through the computer’s files for a few minutes and began searching for the files on the campers. She checked several directories to no avail.
Tricia begged a chance to look and couldn’t find anything either. They both looked to Samantha who shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know anything about computers.” She sighed. “That was my sister’s thing.”
Erika logged out of the system and shut it down.
“You want to change it in the hard copy?” Tricia inquired gesturing to a pile of folders.
“Too easy to see that they’ve been tampered with,” she replied and felt like crying.
The three girls snuck out of the office, making sure to lock the door behind them and scampered back to Columbine cabin.
They stopped a few feet from the cabin and looked at one another.
“What am I going to do?” Erika whined. “Hobbs is going to find out. My parents are going to find out. Everything will be ruined.”
“Not necessarily.” Samantha put a hand on Erika’s shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. After all, we are the Lavender Ladies of Columbine.”
Erika felt like she was wilting under the hot sun as well. Their guide took them past the waterfall and swimming hole that they had stopped off at before and kept them riding single file up along the steep switchbacks. Erika was starting to feel for the horse carrying her when they finally reached the summit of the mountain.
The air was heavy with smoke from the forest fire. The acrid smell seemed to permeate everything.
“And there you can see what happens with carelessness or an act of mother nature.” Their guide pointed across the vale to the side of the other mountain.
Erika followed her gesture to see the blackened stubble that scarred the side of the mountain.
“That’s from the lightning strikes?” Dani inquired.
“Yep. You can see that nothing escapes a forest fire. If we were to go over there, and wander around, we’d come across a few animal corpses that couldn’t out run the flames, or got confused and ran straight into them.”
“Can we go over there?” Victoria asked.
“Too dangerous.” The guide stated. “Our stirring up ash could accidentally stir up a live coal and start a new fire.”
The girls rested on the backs of the sweating horses and stared at the horrible destruction before them.
There before the grace of God and my parent’s go I, Erika thought, equating the upcoming Parent’s day with the destruction before her.
“Something is moving over there. Samantha pointed.
The other girls followed her gaze to some small movement on the other slope.
“Crows and buzzards picking apart a carcass,” their guide explained.
Tricia turned her head. “That’s sick.”
“It’s the circle of life in action,” Krystal commented.
“In ten years, if you were to come back here, You’d barely recognize the place,” their guide informed them. “Trees will be covering that slope.”
“Someone going to plant them?”
“I’m sure some of it will be planted by the Forest Service and the local Lumber companies, but a lot of it will come back on its own. The ash left now, makes the ground very fertile. Some of the trees that are burned up over there have seeds that have survived the fire and will be able to grow now that they aren’t being crowded out looking for sun.”
“Where are we going next?” Katie inquired.
“I figured that that waterfall looked pretty good on the way up. What do you all say about us going for a dip?”
Cries of enthusiasm and smiles lit up the girls of Columbine cabin.
Samantha edged her horse near Erika’s. “I’ve been going over it again and again, in my head,” Samantha grimaced. “I think the best way to handle this situation is to just come clean with your parents.”
Erika’s face went white. “You can’t be serious.”
“I know. It’s a big deal, but I’ll take the blame. I’m the one who switched the personal information and stuff.”
“I’m the one that they’ll be putting in a strait jacket,” Erika protested.
“They won’t get that extreme,” Tricia said as she joined the other two. “I’ll be there too. I can explain about my sister. It might help.”
“I don’t know how anything will be able to help, if I reveal myself as Erika.”
“If you do it right, it might ease things,” Tricia suggested.
Erika bit her lip. “How so?”
“If we, the cabin–” she said, gesturing. “Get together and show our support of you being Erika, it might help sway your parents.”
“You’ve got the support of the whole cabin now,” Samantha smiled.
“Not Phoenix’s,” Erika reminded. “She still doesn’t know.”
Samantha scowled. “She’ll probably go to Hobbs,”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Erika thought aloud.
“Maybe not?” Samantha questioned. “Do you know something we don’t?”
“Umm.”
“Come on, Erika. Spit it out,” Tricia said grinning.
“Sorry, I can’t. Not yet.” Erika immediately wished that she hadn’t said anything.
“Come on. You can tell us.” Samantha was practically begging.
“Nope.”
They rode in silence for a few minutes.
“Anyway,” Tricia began again. “If Samantha and I were to ‘introduce’ Erika to your parents, it would be a bit weird for them at first, but they might get the hang of it and begin to understand.”
“Like Tricia said, if we get the cabin to show support for you being Erika, what could they do?” Samantha asked.
“Take me home and put me in a sanitarium.”
“Do they have sanitariums anymore?” Samantha asked.
“They might take you home and it might be a bit embarrassing, but think of all of the guys in camp who worship you from afar. Think how embarrassed they’ll be if they find out your genetic gender,” Tricia giggled.
“That is just plain mean,” Samantha said joining with Tricia’s giggling.
“I don’t know,” Erika said. “What if I just try to dress like a boy and try to pass myself off as Eric while they are here?”
“What about showing them that you are staying in a cabin with a bunch of girls?” Tricia queried. “And what about everyone referring to you as Erika? Not everyone will be able to remember not to call you by a feminine name or pronoun,” she pointed out.
Samantha spoke up. “I agree with Tricia. You should introduce them to Erika. We’ll all be there with you.”
“You’ll have your own parent’s do worry about,” Erika rebuffed.
“Mine are easy.” Samantha smiled. “They’ll let me stay if I show them that I’m happy.”
“The bigger question is, will mine?” Erika lamented.
“I’ll see you later,” Samantha called. “I need to run a few errands of my own, and since I have the next wash shift, I’ll have to leave you to it.”
The cheerleader glided down the sidewalk. Erika was jealous of how graceful Samantha was.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Erika asked of her new blonde friend.
Tricia smiled. “Yes. Stop complaining and get ready to enjoy.”
“But what if it tickles?” Erika protested.
“They’re trained not to tickle you,” Tricia said, suppressing a laugh
“But I’ve never had anyone ever touch my feet.”
Victoria shook her head. “Will you stop whining and try and enjoy a new experience.”
The two led her into the nail salon, where they were met by the masked faces of the nail techs.
“Two fills and three pedicures.” Tricia explained.
“You pick color,” one of the masked ladies said.
“I’ll pick for you,” Tricia said, smiling.
“Great.” Erika sighed, rolling her eyes. “Pink.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Tricia replied, pouting dramatically.
Three tubs at the foot of large comfy looking chairs began filling with water. Erika followed Victoria’s lead as she slipped off her sandals and slid her feet into the bubbling hot water.
“If you press this button here,” Victoria explained, showing her. “It starts a back massage.”
Erika followed Victoria’s directions and was soon suppressing moans as two rotating objects inside the chair began working knots out of her back.
She opened her eyes as a masked nail tech, tapped one of her legs. Erika put a wet foot up on a towel and pressed her lips together, waiting for the tickling to begin.
Tricia had taken a seat on one side of her while Victoria sat on the other side. Victoria’s eyes were already closed in a relaxed state.
“What color did you pick out for me?” Erika inquired of the blonde.
“You’ll have to wait to find out.”
Erika watched curiously as the tech had cut her toe nails and was now smoothing and shaping the coarse edges with a file. “I’m still unsure about this,” she said as her mind wandered a week ahead to Parent’s day.”
“It’s just a pedicure,” Tricia sighed.
“No, I mean about revealing the truth to my parent’s next week.”
“We’re all working on that,” Tricia said, trying to dismiss the subject. “Sit back and enjoy one of the best perks to being a girl.”
Erika laid her head back and closed her eyes. A few moments later, the nail tech tapped her other leg. Erika switched, putting one leg back in the water and pulling the other one out.
Would her parent’s pull her out of camp immediately?
Would they put her in counseling?
Well, duh, of course they would put her in counseling. Come on, she left for camp as Eric Martin ‘The Plague’. When they come to see her, she will be Erika Martinez, a cabin mate of some of the most popular girls in the camp.
Her dad was going to be pissed. She just hoped that he wouldn’t make too much of a scene at the camp. It was going to be embarrassing enough as it was.
His ‘Emo’ son had turned into a girl. He’d never understand. He never understood why Eric tended to lock himself in his room on the computer instead of going out Friday and Saturday nights.
It was bad enough that Eric wasn’t on any of the sports teams. It was embarrassing for them that he wasn’t a 4.0 student; shameful that he wasn’t dating, and doing ‘normal’ teenage things. Now he was going to show up at camp and see his son dressed as a girl. Well, in some ways, Erika was doing ‘normal’ teen age things. Pedicures with girlfriends were ‘normal’.
The masked lady was scrubbing something over the hard calluses of Erika’s feet. It felt like sand mixed in with lotion. So far, her feet didn’t tickle. That was a relief. The rolling knobs in the chair dug into her lower back, pressing on pressure points and along with the foot rub, this was turning into quite the experience.
Erika almost jumped when she felt someone touch her hand. She opened her eyes to see Tricia’s hand lightly resting on hers. Tricia’s hand gave hers a light squeeze. Erika looked over to the ‘pretty in pink’ blonde and caught her smiling at her. Erika slowly turned her hand over to accept Tricia’s hand and lightly squeezed back.
“How does it feel?” Tricia enquired.
Erika looked down at their hands embracing one another’s. “Soft.”
Tricia giggled. “The pedicure, silly.”
“Oh, that,” Erika smirked. “Heavenly. Not ticklish.”
Tricia gave her hand another squeeze as she laid her blonde head back and closed her eyes.
Something was happening here. It felt almost like an electric charge had woken every nerve ending in Erika’s body and she too laid back, eyes closed as she tried to work out what it was that was happening to her.
As if in answer to their cries, Tricia’s fingers began caressing Erika’s, tracing small circular patterns on the palm of her hand that seemed to send pulses up her arms, across her shoulders and down the other side.
Meanwhile, Erika had to suppress a moan as the tech began massaging, not only her feet, but her calves and shins as well. It felt so good as Tricia and the tech continued their ministrations, the tech on her legs and feet, Tricia with her hand.
After what seemed like an eternity, yet not nearly long enough, the tech wrapped her legs and feet in hot steamy towels and let her relax, her legs swathed in a warm Eden as further up, a beautiful friend who seemed to accept her for who she was, continued to traced infinitesimally small, swirling shapes on her palm and fingers.
Erika’s heart soared to cloud nine.
After the towels had cooled, the tech came back and unwrapped her now tingling feet. She dried her toes, and pulled out a small tray with an array of nail polish.
Once the polish was applied as well as the top coat, Erika and Tricia were led over to the nail stations. The masked tech removed the chipped and faded blue polish and began on cleaning up her nail beds preparing them for the fill.
“How do your feet feel?” Tricia asked with a secretive smile.
“Tingly.” Erika looked down at her feet and wiggled her toes. “I like that color too. What color is it?”
“It’s called ‘Cajun Shrimp’,” Tricia said and grinned. “I don’t think you’d be able to pull off pink as well as I can.”
“What color are these going to be?” Erika wiggled her free hand.
“The same.”
“So, a red with a touch of orange.” Erika bit her lip in thought.
“You like it?” Tricia asked with expectation.
“It’s Interesting.”
God help me, she mouthed skyward.
“Will you at least try and fake sleeping?” Tricia hissed from her bed.
“Sorry,” Erika whispered back. “I’m too scared and nervous to sleep.”
Would you like to join me?” Tricia offered.
A series of mixed emotions surged through Erika’s mind. A girl–a pretty girl, wanted Erika to crawl into bed with her.
“Oh God.” Erika felt her maleness react to the thought.
“Come on, or go to sleep.” Tricia whispered.
Erika quickly got her body parts under control and slid out of bed. Tricia moved over to one side of her cot and lifted the blankets, inviting Erika to join her warm bed.
She slid into the embrace of the blankets, enjoying the sweet scent of Tricia mingled in with the smells of the cabin.
Samantha smelled like lavender, and sage, where Tricia had the scent of orange blossoms and Jasmine. Erika liked both aroma’s but currently the perfume of Tricia was comforting.
Tricia wrapped her arm around Erika and snuggled into her back, spooning with her. The thrills of electrical charges and tingles again shot through her body.
The alarm wasn’t set to go off for another hour or so. Erika closed her eyes and breathed in the intoxicating perfume of Tricia and drifted off to sleep.
By Anistasia Allread Edited, proofed and sweated over by Nick B Erika suddenly sat up, pointing towards the parking lot. “There’s my mom’s car.” “Which one?” “The silver one.” |
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The morning had started out surprisingly well, considering what was about to happen in an hour or so. Erika woke up in Tricia’s cot under her blankets, with the pink princess snuggled up to her. She knew that she had only had a few hours of sleep, but the last few hours had been a sleep of contentment.
Luckily the others were slow to awaken when the alarm had sounded. Erika, torn between the comfortable embrace of Tricia and not wanting to be found out, decided the latter was the choice that she had to make. She slid out of the blankets and was the first to use the bathroom.
After an extra-long shower to remove every spare hair from her body, Erika slipped into the clothes that Tricia and Samantha had agreed would make the best impression. A knee length denim skirt and purple ‘V’ neck top.
Samantha had insisted upon the wedge sandals. They were a causal, but nice touch to the outfit. Tricia wholeheartedly agreed, leaving Erika left to sigh heavily. She wasn’t nearly as bad at walking in them as she was on that first day of camp a few weeks ago. A lot had happened in that time and those first days seemed like an eternity ago.
Once the cabin had been cleaned to perfection, Victoria and Samantha attacked Erika’s hair with the blow dryer and curling iron. They were careful around the area where the stitches had been removed a week earlier. The wound was still a bit sensitive, but at least she could wash her hair and comb it without too much trouble.
Large undulating curls now framed her face, while the bangs that Sasha had given her, were bumped slightly and tickled at her eye lashes as she blinked.
Once the hair was done, Tricia took Erika by the hand and sat her down on her cot. She pooled all of the girl’s makeup together and went through it, pulling out possibilities. Using a cloth head band, Tricia gently pulled Erika’s dark curls and bangs back from her face and began applying a light coat of foundation.
Erika stared at the vision in the mirror. A few weeks ago, the lovely girl staring back would have frightened her or even made her laugh. Now when she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but smile.
Lately seeing the dark-haired beauty looking back at her almost seemed to calm her. On most occasions it seemed to, but today, she was introducing this pretty girl to her unknowing, unsuspecting parents.
Tricia really had a way with makeup. Along with Sasha’s bangs, Erika’s pretty blue eyes were brought to the forefront. No one looking at her could help but be drawn to her eyes. Even she couldn’t believe how enchanting they looked. Samantha had reined the makeup artist in a little, explaining that no mother would like to see her daughter with that much make up on; let alone her son.
Tricia begrudgingly kept the make up to a ‘normal’ standard, but what she did do, was absolutely astonishing. Having played up Erika’s eyes, she kept her lip color more neutral, but gave them a wet, glossy look.
“Wow, what’s the special occasion?” Phoenix asked, entering the bathroom to brush her teeth.
“My mom only knows me as a tomboy,” Erika replied, her pulse quickening. “I’ve changed a little since I have been here. It doesn’t look like it’s too much does it?”
“No. You look beautiful,” Phoenix observed, smiling.
“Can we go to breakfast now?” Dani asked from the main cabin.
Erika left Phoenix in the bathroom and joined her cabin mates. Samantha and Tricia decided to join Erika in dressing up for their parents. Although not made up as fantastically as Erika had been, they each had more than usual makeup and both wore a nice outfit.
The Lavender Ladies of Columbine entered the noisy dining hall. A halo of quiet seemed to develop following Erika and her blonde friends as they made their way to their table. The bubble of silence was followed by hushed whispers, both by the guy’s tables and the girls.
“I think they’ve noticed you.” Rachel sneered in a friendly way.
Tricia beamed, as did Samantha. Erika couldn’t help but appreciate the attention just walking through the room she had created. If Eric had walked through the lunchroom at school, the only people who would notice were the ones who were either trying to get away from him, or the ones who were trying to set him up for humiliation.
This new attention was so different from that of ‘The Plague’; this was wonderful; intoxicating. Erika smiled to herself and took a seat next to Tricia, carefully smoothing and tucking her skirt under her.
Erika looked up and down the table at all of the friends that she had made in the past few weeks. She had more friends at this table than she had made in the past four years. Her vision clouded up a bit. This very well might be the last meal that she has with her cabin mates.
“Krystal, you look great.” Erika commented. “How much have you lost?”
“I don’t know,” Krystal shrugged. “Rachel won’t let me near a scale.”
“Because scales don’t necessarily tell the truth,” Rachel informed them. “Tell them how many notches you’ve had to tighten your belt,” she urged.
Krystal smiled. “I’ve had to tighten my belt four notches.”
“That’s like four dress sizes.” Victoria exclaimed, looking at Krystal in awe.
“I couldn’t have done it without all of you supporting me.” Krystal said, beaming. “You-all have been getting up and exercising with me in the morning. It has really helped me out.”
“We’re cabin mates,” Rachel insisted.
“We’re the Lavender Ladies,” Katie corrected and grinned.
Tricia smiled. “More importantly, we’re friends.” She squeezed Erika’s leg under the table for emphasis.
The Lavender Ladies, dug into their pancakes, while Krystal eagerly tackled her bowl of fruit and yogurt.
Victoria was there on a scholarship, her parents too busy and too poor to take time off from work to make the trip, while Rachel’s dad was in Europe on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for another month.
Krystal’s family were still moving into their new home and getting familiar with their new jobs and surroundings. They had emailed her to let her know that although they wouldn’t be able to make it to Parent’s Day, they were thinking of her.
There was still an hour or two before the ‘rents’ started showing up.
“Samantha,” Phoenix called. “Samantha.” She made her way through the crowded entry of the dining hall.
Samantha, Tricia and Erika all turned towards the redheaded counselor.
Phoenix put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, “Your parents just called. They won’t be able to make it until later this afternoon, but they said they are coming.”
Phoenix smiled and quickly moved off.
“Well, that will help a little.” Samantha smiled at the other two. “That means I won’t be distracted by my parents and will be able to help you with yours.”
“I’m still terrified,” Erika admitted. “How are we going to do this?”
“You are going to point out your parents to us when they arrive, “Samantha explained. “Then Tricia or I, or both of us, will go and explain to them the situation and then bring them to you.”
“Where?”
“That’s what we need to figure out right now.” Samantha bit her lip in thought.
“Somewhere public, so that your parents don’t overreact,” Tricia suggested.
“But private enough that no one will overhear,” Samantha added.
“What about the cabin?”
“Too private and they will overreact right away going into a girl’s cabin,” Tricia vetoed.
“Dining hall is too public,” Samantha mused, ruling it out, “And it’s too close to Hobbs’ office.”
The three girls spent the next hour walking around camp, planning the event.
With every new car entering, Erika’s heart skipped a beat. Part of her wanted to hide in the cabin and wait to be called on, the other part wanted to see her parents and get it over with. While the other girls were taking their showers, Erika had packed her bags, knowing that her parents would be yanking her home as soon as they saw what she had been up to this summer.
“Oh, here come my parents,” Tricia announced to the other two. She jumped up from her seat on a fallen tree and brushed her skirt off. “And they brought Leeza with them.” She turned and smiled at Erika.
Samantha leaned towards Erika. “Who’s Leeza?”
“Her sister.” Erika informed. “She used to be a boy.”
Samantha looked incredulously at Erika. “Seriously?”
Erika nodded. “That is what Tricia told me.”
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Tricia called over her shoulder as she skipped to meet her sister, who wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly.
Samantha scooted a bit closer to Erika and put an arm around her. “It will be okay,” she comforted.
Erika shook with a chill. “I don’t see how.”
Samantha gave her a squeeze. “Trust me–I have a gut feeling.”
A few weeks ago, even this casual contact from Samantha would have sent Eric’s heart jumping all over the place. His brain would have raced as hormones coursed through his body. Now however, Samantha was just a friend–a really good friend. Eric was still in love with her, but the love had changed from one with distinct carnal overtones, to one of sisterly caring.
Samantha sighed. “I miss my sister. We were never that close, but now that she is gone, I’d like to think that we could have been.”
Erika put a hand on Samantha’s knee. “I’m sure she would have wanted that too.”
Holding hands with her sister, Tricia walked up to the two girls. “Leeza, this is Erika and Samantha.” She gestured to each one. “And this is my sister, Leeza.”
The three exchanged greetings.
“Erika, I’m told that we might have something in common.” Leeza’s voice was soft, and melodic. Erika was surprised; she had been expecting a raspy tenor with a lisp. “Can I sit with you?” she asked.
Erika smiled. “Of course.”
Leeza was beautiful. Erika would never have guessed that this stunning woman had ever been born a boy. Her perfectly blonde and brown streaked hair framed her face in wisps, moving freely in the soft breeze. Her long tan legs looked to be those of a model as she crossed them gracefully. Erika did note however, that her feet and hands seemed slightly out of proportion with the rest of her body, but they were neatly groomed and she had about her, an elegance that Erika had seen in Tricia; poise that made even Samantha look jerky in her movements.
Leeza smiled at Erika. “Well, Erika, I must congratulate you. You look fantastic for one who is new to this. Did you do your hair and makeup?”
“Oh God, no.” Erika said, shaking her head. “Samantha and Victoria did my hair and Tricia did my makeup.”
“They did a good job,” Leeza praised. “It’s just enough to make your eyes sparkle, but not over the top to make you look like Tammy Faye.”
“Thank you.” Erika said, not knowing what else to say.
Tricia approached with her parents and did quick introductions.
“I’m going to show mom and dad our cabin and stuff, you want to come?” Tricia asked Leeza.
“Of course.” Leeza got up. She turned to Erika. “I’ll be back later to talk if you’d like.” She patted Erika’s knee and headed off after her little sister.
“Wow! She was a boy? She’s gorgeous,” Samantha whispered.
“I don’t think I could ever pull that off.” Erika admitted, watching after Leeza.
“I don’t think very many real girls could pull that off,” Samantha corrected.
The two sat watching the parking lot as parents continued to invade the camp.
Erika suddenly sat up, pointing towards the parking lot. “There’s my mom’s car.”
“Which one?”
“The silver one.”
Erika’s heart seemed to be skipping every third beat as it worked its way from her chest up into her throat. Her stomach flipped and she felt nauseous, but managed to push down the urge.
The two girls got up from the tree. “I’ll go intercept; you go get ready,” Samantha instructed.
“I don’t see my dad,” Erika observed. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Did they take different cars? Was he not coming? Erika quickly made her escape while Samantha stepped forward.
Samantha really wouldn’t have needed Erika to point out her mother. Mrs. Martin was an older version of her friend; jet black hair, creamy complexion and those same piercing blue eyes.
“Mrs. Martin?” Samantha greeted.
Eric’s mother looked confused as a bit of worry washed over her face.
“Hi, I’m Samantha,” the pretty blonde said amiably.
“Hello Samantha,” Mrs. Martin greeted cautiously. “Are you a friend of Eric’s?”
“Yes, I am.” Samantha smiled. “Eric was my sister, Summer’s friend too.”
“You’re Summer’s sister?” Her eyebrow raised in a quizzical expression.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry about what happened to your sister. She was a good friend to Eric. Do you know where Eric is?”
“I’m here to take you to him.”
“Is he all right?” Mrs. Martin enquired.
“We actually have a surprise for you,” Samantha said as her heart fluttered.
Mrs. Martin looked puzzled.
“When Eric got here, a few of us got together and gave him a make-over.” Samantha explained as she led Mrs. Martin through the camp to the arts and crafts area.
Mrs. Martin didn’t follow. “A makeover?”
“It’s kind of a long story,” Samantha admitted.
She sat Mrs. Martin down. “I kind of tricked him into doing it, but it has turned out for the better. You wouldn’t believe the difference in him. He actually smiles most of the time now, and he hasn’t even been near a computer in weeks.”
“You’re talking about my Eric?” Mrs. Martin asked, looking at Samantha like she was having her leg pulled.
“Your Eric, is now very popular* among the girls in the camp.”
“You’re talking about my depressed, Eric who locks himself in his room making comics and listening to depressing music?” Mrs. Martin asked, aghast.
Samantha nodded. “Well, pretty much. You’re just going to have to see for yourself. I have to warn you, this might be a bit of a shock.” Samantha looked over to the nearby cabin. “Come on out, Erika.”
Erika took two deep breaths trying to calm the flip-flopping in her tummy and slow her heart down. She didn’t hear her father’s voice and Samantha didn’t seem to be speaking to anyone else, but her mom. Maybe he didn’t come. It could make this a lot easier if he wasn’t there, but then again, her mother was still a pretty tough woman.
“You’ll be just fine. We’re here to help you,” Katie assured gently putting a hand on her shoulder.
Erika closed her eyes forced a smile on her face and willed her feet to move. The first step was the hardest. It felt like her foot was cemented into the ground. She finally picked it up and stepped forward. The momentum somehow carried her around the corner of the cabin and towards the arts and crafts tables.
She locked eyes on her mother and focused on her face. A large lump formed in her throat adding to the butterflies and the rabbit-racing heart. It felt like she was going to be sick when she realized that she was holding her breath and inhaled some much-needed oxygen.
Erika watched as her mother’s gaze glanced over her, not recognizing her, then swept back, and locking on Erika as she made herself step forward.
Her mother finally realized that the pretty young girl coming towards her was in fact her son. Erika felt a heated blush as her mother’s eyes bulged, startled and stunned, while her jaw fell slack in a mix of surprise and disbelief.
“Hi mom,” Erika greeted and was surprised that her voice didn’t quiver. She was sure her knees were doing enough quivering as it was.
Her mother just stared at her. She stared back at her mother, not knowing what else to do. Now she really felt like she was going to be sick. Her eyes darted towards the bathroom. It was too far away. There was a trash can nearby however.
Samantha could cut the tension between the two with a dull, plastic knife. “Mrs. Martin, I’d like to introduce you to your daughter, Erika.”
“What the hell are you doing, Eric?” Mrs. Martin hissed. “Go wash that makeup off right now.”
Erika’s eyes burned. She wanted to cry so badly, but she couldn’t. She needed her mother to see her this way. She couldn’t–just couldn’t go back home, being yanked out of camp. She had to stay here; needed to stay here with her friends.
“Mom, please. Just listen,” Erika pleaded.
Mrs. Martin shook her head slightly. “Uh, uh. I can’t believe you are doing this. What would your father say if he saw this?” She folded her arms and looked away. “No. Go put on some pants right now, young man.”
“But Mom–” Erika protested.
“Please Mrs. Martin, hear us out,” Samantha pleaded.
Mrs. Martin’s gaze swept up and down the spectacle in front of her. “Have you been doing this–this cross-dressing this whole time?”
Erika lowered her eyes and blushed even more so–if such a thing was possible.
“Mrs. Martin, this is my doing. Please, if you’ll just take a few moments to listen,” Samantha pleaded.
Mrs. Martin whirled and fixed Samantha a glare. “You’ve done enough, thank you very much.”
“Mom, please,” Erika begged.
Erika watched in horror as her mother jumped to her feet. “Where do I find whomever is in charge of this camp.”
As if they had grown out of the ground, Katie, Rachel, Victoria, and Krystal appeared.
“Please, wait,” Katie pleaded.
“You really should listen to her side,” Rachel suggested, planting herself between Erika’s mother and the rest of camp.
“Please calm down, Mrs. Martin,” Victoria said, taking up a position next to Rachel.
“What the–? Are all of you in on this?” Erika’s mother asked; her voice still carrying that edge.
“Erika–Eric, is our cabin mate,” Rachel stated.
Erika’s mother stood astonished, looking at the anxious, pleading faces. “I can’t believe this.”
“Just hear us out, before you take any action,” Krystal suggested.
Erika’s mother looked from one girl to another. Finally, she threw up her hands and sat down in a huff.
“Sit down next to your mother,” Samantha whispered, “She’s had a bit of a shock and needs comforting.”
“So do I,” Erika whispered back. Her eyes were burning with tears she didn’t dare shed and although her heart was starting to slow down, her stomach felt like a herd of elephants were stampeding in it.
Erika moved next to her mother and sat down, unconsciously smoothing her skirt behind her as she did so. Mrs. Martin, glaring at the girls around her, did a double take as her ‘son’ sat down as ladylike as any girl ‘his’ age would have.
Samantha owned up to the fact that Eric was attending camp as a girl. “I’m the one who started this whole thing.” she quickly told Mrs. Martin and the other girls, who hadn’t heard the details about her motives and actions in getting Eric transformed to Erika.
Dani, walked over and joined the rest of her cabin mates listening to Samantha’s story.
“And you were all in on this?” Mrs. Martin asked, looking in turn at each of the other cabin members.
“No,” Rachel said, with a bit too much acid. “We found out a couple of weeks later. “At first we were angry, but Erika, I mean Eric, really proved her–sorry, himself.”
“Eric,” Krystal cut in. “Was one of the first people here to volunteer to help me in losing weight. She–um, he doesn’t have to, but he wakes up an hour before he has to and works out with me.”
“You’ll have to excuse us, Mrs. Martin,” Victoria interjected. “To us, your son, is Erika. To us, your child, sitting right there next to you, is a wonderful young lady. To us, he is she,” she said, clarifying their confusion of which pronoun to use.
“She helped me with my self-image issues and helped to set me up with a very nice boyfriend,” Dani piped in blushing ever so slightly.
“She kicked butt in helping our cabin win the weekly merit contest, and has more than pulled her weight in supporting her cabin mates,” Rachel insisted.
Victoria continued, “She saved me from getting a more severe chemical burn during a cabin raid, and then stayed with me when I couldn’t see or get around.”
“She has helped me to get to know the truth and come to terms with what happened to my sister,” Samantha added.
“Don’t forget about saving you from being raped by that ‘ass-wipe’.” Rachel inserted.
Samantha nodded to Erika’s mother. “She did. She and Rachel both came to my rescue when Josh tried to–rape me.”
“Erika was the first one there and knocked the jerk off of Samantha with an branch,” Rachel detailed proudly.
Erika’s mother was looking at her in wonder and disbelief.
“Your Eric, our Erika,” a new voice sounded from behind everyone. “Has been an extremely busy, compassionate, delightful and sweet young woman.”
The girls of Columbine all turned around to see Phoenix standing there behind them smiling at Mrs. Martin. “She has been supportive of everyone she has come into contact with, respected other’s privacy and bent over backwards to help everyone feel safe and comfortable.”
“And you are?” Mrs. Martin enquired.
“Opal, but everyone calls me Phoenix.” The Red head introduced. “I’m the counselor of Columbine cabin.”
“You knew?” Rachel blurted out.
“Of course, I knew.” Phoenix almost snorted. “I’m your cabin counselor. It’s my job to know everything there is to know about my girls.”
Mrs. Martin wasn’t the only one stunned into silence at that moment.
“Anyway, Mrs. Martin, I would hope that you give these girls a chance, and I really hope that you’d give Erika a chance. If you have further need of me, I’ll be either in the cabin, or hanging out at the dining hall.” With that, the copper-top walked off.
Victoria broke the stunned silence. “I can’t believe she knew all this time.”
“How could she have?” Dani asked aloud.
Silence and shaking heads was all the answer she received.
“So, does this mean? That you are gay?” Mrs. Martin brought the subject back to the immediate situation. She forced herself to look at her ‘son’.
Rachel and Samantha burst out laughing. A few of the others giggled.
“Hardly.” Rachel stated.
“Mom,” Erika began, “This all started because I was in love with Samantha. I had always been in love with her, even when I was friends with Summer.” Erika smoothed her skirt over her legs then began wringing her hands, unsure of what to do with them.
“So you’re not gay?” Mrs. Martin enquired again.
“No. I am very much attracted to girls,” Erika stated this time with heart.
“Then why do all this?”
“Mrs. Martin,” Victoria interrupted, “I go to school with Samantha and Eric. Do you know of the issues and problems that Eric has had in the past few years?”
“I know that he gets teased sometimes and is a bit anti-social. If that is what you mean.”
“It’s more than that,” Victoria continued. “Much more. At school, Eric is known as ‘The Plague’. Have you heard him called that before?”
“No,” Mrs. Martin admitted. “Eric won’t talk about school.”
“For a very good reason,” Victoria went on. “A day at school for Eric is a living hell. I only know of a little of it and although I’ve not done anything personally to Eric, I’m ashamed to say that I knew it was happening and did nothing to stop it.” She looked at Erika apologetically, her eyes, glassy with the beginnings of tears.
“There wasn’t a day when Eric wasn’t spit on, tripped or beaten. Nor was there one which didn’t involve him having food thrown at him or other horrible things done to him, said to him or about him. No one would sit anywhere near him at lunch, not even the geeks,” Samantha added. “Teachers punished other kids by making them partner up with Eric in class. It seemed like where ever Eric was, something would go wrong. That’s how the name ‘The Plague’ got started.”
Erika swallowed a large lump in her throat. It had been weeks since she’d had to relive those incidents in detail, it was like reopening a wound and then rubbing salt into it.
“These things just scratch the surface of what Eric had to go through on a daily basis,” Victoria picked up again. “When I found out that Erika was in fact Eric ‘The Plague’, I nearly had a nervous breakdown. I thought it was some cruel joke someone was playing on us.
“But if it was a joke, why would Samantha have been so involved in keeping it quiet? I’m just glad I got to know a little bit about who Erika is as a person before I found out that she was really Eric. I was really upset about the whole façade. I was even about to go to Director Hobbs, but Erika kept doing things that I’d never have expected from ‘The Plague’.
“She was helping out others, taking a lot of abuse from me and not lashing back at me. She was just a nice person.” Victoria looked at the others in the group. “I gave her an ultimatum. She had to tell the others, or I would. I hoped that the rest of the cabin would feel as betrayed as I did.”
“Some of us did,” Rachel inserted.
“This pretty young lady sitting next to you is not ‘The Plague’. She is happy; happier than I’ve ever seen Eric. She has made more friends than I think Eric has ever made. I hope she counts me as one of them.
“She smiles, is helpful and she has gone out of her way on more than one occasion in the past few weeks to help and assist others here. She has more confidence than Eric could ever have.” Victoria paused. “Look at her. Look how beautiful she is. How could anyone even think they are the same person?” she asked.
Mrs. Martin stole a glance at her ‘son’ sitting next to her dressed as a girl. The quick glance turned into a long look.
“She has Samantha bewildered,” Victoria chuckled. “Samantha’s used to getting attention from all of the boys, but then she made Erika and she is sought after by just about every boy in the camp.”
Erika made a face. “Don’t remind me.”
The other girls giggled.
“I know this is a huge shock to you, Mrs. Martin.” Victoria added. “It was to me and a few others–and we’re not even related, but if you end this now; if you take Erika home or tell the director, it would be another blow to Eric’s confidence. Imagine what would happen if word of what’s happened here got out. Eric would have to change schools.”
A new voice entered the arena. “Mrs. Martin. Why don’t you and your ‘son’ take a walk and have a chat.”
Erika looked up to see that the suggestion came from Leeza. She and Tricia had joined the circle during Victoria’s turn on her soapbox.
“Who are you?” Mrs. Martin enquired.
“I’m Leeza,” the new girl greeted. “I’m Tricia’s sister. You and Eric need to have a long heart to heart away from these ladies. Take a walk around the lake, visit the cabin; talk to your kid. Figure things out before taking immediate action.”
“That’s a great idea,” Krystal agreed. “She has heard most of what she needs to from us. I’m sure she’s on overload with this situation.”
Mrs. Martin looked to her ‘son’. “It looks like we need to have a long talk,” she agreed.
Erika smiled. “Thanks mom.”
“Don’t thank me yet, I haven’t made up my mind about what to do with you.”
The Columbine girls all began to depart in groups, leaving Erika and her mother alone.
“I still can’t believe Phoenix knew the whole time,” Dani said to Katie as the pair exited the arts and crafts area.
Erika looked glumly at the trail in front of her brightly painted toes. “I know. I just don’t want to go back to school, I really don’t want to go back to being Eric ‘The Plague’, especially now that I’ve experienced so much.” By Anistasia Allread Not edited, sorry |
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Camp Kumoni Ch. 52
Erika watched her mother as the others departed. The past few weeks had taught her a new respect for the woman who gave birth to her. She just wondered where her father was.
“Mom? Where’s dad?”
“He had to fly out of town on a business trip.”
“I thought he was done with business trips for a while.”
“He is, but his boss, who was supposed to go, was in a minor car accident and the company had to send your dad in his place.”
“Oh.” That was a small load off of her mind. Now that she didn’t have to worry about her father showing up suddenly and starting this whole scene over again, she could talk to her mother.
Her mother looked over at her and sighed. “So, what is this really about?” She inquired.
“It’s just as Samantha had said, Mom.” Erika defended. “And I WAS in love with her.”
“Was?”
“Well. . . after the near rape thing, we kind of had a fling, but the chemistry just wasn’t right.” Erika explained. “I love her as a sister now.”
“What exactly happened with this ‘rape’?” Mrs. Martin looked at her ‘son’. “Is this camp even safe?”
“It was one guy. He’s kind of a sleaze bag anyway, but Samantha has always been attracted to sleaze bags. Erika sighed. “She went on a date with him. He tried to go farther than she wanted and then tried to force the issue. I happened to be nearby and heard her, and went to investigate. Rachel and I pulled him off of Samantha and the next morning the cops hauled him off.” Erika left the humiliation that she and the others had inflicted out of it. Her mother really didn’t need to know about that.
“So he’s in jail, then?”
“As far as we know, he is.”
A silence fell between them.
“Mom would you like to take a walk around the lake? It is a pretty walk.” Erika offered.
“Shouldn’t you put on some sneakers?”
“I’ll be alright, besides, Samantha and Tricia say I need the practice.” Erika blushed.
Erika led her mother between two cabins and onto a trail that intersected with the trail that wrapped around the lake.
Mrs. Martin kept staring at her ‘son’. She was having a hard time believing that this was her ‘son’. She had to admit to herself, that he looked pretty amazing in this get-up. He was even walking really well on the trail in the wedged sandals.
“So.” Mrs. Martin began. “Where did you get those breasts? You didn’t grow them in a month.”
“The stylist who cut my hair, Sasha.” Erika stated. “He saw right through the charade and offered to help make me more ‘natural’.
“And he gave you breasts?”
“They’re forms. I have to take them off every couple of days, and re-glue them back on. They loo real don’t they?
“Very convincing.” Mrs. Martin almost smiled. “This Sasha, he didn’t do anything to you, did he?”
“Huh?”
“He didn’t make advances towards you; make you do anything - inappropriate?”
“Ewww, heck no!” Erika grimaced. “He used to work with cross dressers in Vegas, doing their hair and stuff. He just happened to have some of this stuff in a box in storage.”
Mrs. Martin’s lips tightened. She looked suspiciously at her ‘son’.
“Honest, Mom. Samantha was there the whole time. The girls in the cabin are very into not leaving anyone alone. Every one pairs up for everything.”
“And this, Sasha cut your hair?” Mrs. Martin inquired.
Erika smiled. “Samantha took me in to see him to get a more feminine cut. Does it look alright?”
“It looks very nice.” She complimented “And the nails?”
“These,” Erika wiggled her bright nails at her mom, “Were a gift from Katie and Dani. . . Well at least the set were. When we were in town doing laundry last week, Tricia insisted on paying for a fill and a pedicure. Oh my God! Pedicures are so incredible.”
Mrs. Maritn smiled. “I know. So where did you get the clothes?”
“Samantha is a really good shopper. She got most of them for me at the thrift store, I think a few were her sister Summer’s.”
Erika stopped next to the water’s edge; her mother joined her. “See that duck, there?” Erika pointed. “The black guy following the mother?”
“Mmhmm.”
“That is Liberty. Samantha and I rescued him. He fell into a deep hole hidden in the reeds. We bring him and his family bread in the morning on our daily jogs.”
“Sounds like you’ve been quite active.” Mrs. Martin stated matter of fact.
Erika turned to her mother and suddenly threw her arms around her mother’s neck. “Mom, please let me stay. I’ve got friends and am doing things other than on the computer. Please don’t take me back. Please.” Erika sobbed into her mother’s neck.
“But you’re dressed like a girl.” Mrs. Martin protested. “You’re living in a cabin of girls, and acting like a girl.”
“I don’t mind.” Erika stated honestly. She pulled away from her mother and looked at her. “I actually kind of like it.”
“Huh? What do you like about it?”
“Lots of things. The camaraderie for one. The girls in the cabin really like me —“
“I can tell.”
“They all stick up for one another. Even when Rachel and Victoria didn’t really like me, they still treated me better than if I had been at school.” Erika took her mother’s hand and led her back to the path. “I don’t have to worry about not being athletic, I don’t have to pretend to like cars, or know the latest sports stats. I can just be me.”
“That is just the point.” Mrs. Martin interrupted. “You aren’t being you. You are my son. Not my daughter, but my son.”
“Can’t I be both?”
“How?”
“Well, kind of be both?”
Erika’s mother looked at her with a disbelieving face.
“Leeza is both. Well, kind of.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she was born a boy, but she decided that she was a girl and switched.”
“Leeza is a boy?”
“Not anymore. Tricia said that she had surgery making her a girl. She is going to Nursing school so that she can help others who want to change too.”
“No. I will not have you prancing around the house let alone town as a girl. Your father is going to be upset enough at it is.” Her mother’s voice took on an edge again.
“You don’t have to tell him.” Erika suggested.
“He is your father, my husband. I won’t lie to him.”
“You don’t have to lie.” Erika protested. “Just don’t tell him details.”
Mrs. Martin rolled her eyes at her ‘son’. “You know you can’t keep this up once you get home.”
Erika looked glumly at the trail in front of her brightly painted toes. “I know. I just don’t want to go back to school, I really don’t want to go back to being Eric ‘The Plague’, especially now that I’ve experienced so much.”
“Why didn’t you tell me or your father about what was going on at school?”
“What? And admit that I’m a failure in society? A disappointment when it came to interacting with my peers? an embarrassment to the family name?”
“You know, you have the power to change who you are.” Erika’s mother faced her. She looked her son up and down. “Of course, you pretty much have done that. - for the summer.” She added.
“I don’t know if I can overcome ‘The Plague’. Mom.” Erika’s eyes burned. “It’s pretty deeply imbedded in the school’s psyche.”
“You have several new friends who seem to be popular, and pretty, to help you in shedding that stigma.”
The two walked on in silence.
“The sky sure is yellow.” Erika’s mom commented.
“The forest fire.” Erika explained. “It was started just over that hill.” She indicated.
“Has it gotten any nearer to the camp?”
“No. Although last week, we took a horse on a trail ride up to the top of that mountain over there.” Erika pointed. “We could see the burned-out forest from there. Grizzly Adams, that’s what we call our nature/survival instructor, He did a whole class on how forests come back from the fires. It was pretty cool.”
“Oh?”
“Like did you know that in Sequoia National Park and the Redwoods, the Forest Service actually sets controlled fires in parts of the forest? Apparently the fire clears out the competition and the heat from the fire helps release the tree’s seeds from their cones, to grow more of the giant redwood trees.”
Mrs. Martin smiled at how animated her son had become as he spoke. She hadn’t seen him act this way in a very, very long time. He was actually looking around him as he walked and not constantly looking at the ground through a veil of hair. He was speaking to her rather than grumbling at the ground as he shuffled his feet. He also seemed to have a sparkle to his eyes, and it wasn’t from the make-up.
“- weren’t allowed to take the boats out into the middle of the lake, because of the helicopter, dropping this huge bucket into it to get water for putting out the fire. When we first noticed Liberty missing, we were afraid that the bucket might have swallowed him up. That is why Samantha and I went on a search for him. We found him over there in the reeds. We could only find him by his peeping, the poor little guy.”
Erika had fallen silent again as they made the turn around the end of the lake and began walking back towards the camp. She almost jumped when she felt her mother’s hand slide into hers as they walked. After a second or two, she relaxed and gave her mother’s hand a gentle squeeze which was returned.
“Know what is scary?” Erika’s mother broke the silence. Erika looked at her mother. “Dressed like this, you look an awful lot like I did when I was your age.”
For some reason this made Erika feel warm and fuzzy. “Really?”
Her mother nodded. “It’s almost like looking into a mirror.”
“So will you let me stay?” Erika dared.
“I haven’t made up my mind.” Mrs. Martin stated. “Part of me is screaming to yank you out of here and get you into counseling, another part is telling me to calm down and let you live your own life, and a third part wants to turn you over my knee and give you a beating, then take you home to your father.”
Erika shuddered at the last thought. She really didn’t think her father would appreciate or even put up with this ‘stunt’.
“Mom, there’s something I need to tell you.” Erika bit her lip.
“What more could you need to tell me?” Her mother sighed, rolling her eyes.
“I gave the Director some misinformation.” Erika tried to word it delicately.
“Other than the fact that you are really a boy?”
“You see, I had a small accident a couple of weeks ago on the Fourth of July.” Erika really didn’t want to explain this to her mother, but she just knew that Hobbs would be confronting her back at camp.
“What kind of accident?”
“I hit my head on the diving board and had to get some stitches.” Erika winced.
“What? Are you all right?”
Erika briefly told her mother of the accident, leaving the bloodier, more horrific, details out of the story.
“- so you see, Everyone is going to call you Mrs. Martinez and Hobbs’ going to want updated information.”
“You should have called me.” Mrs. Martin scolded. “What if it had been serious?”
“And have you come to the hospital and find out then, that your son has gone to summer camp as a girl? It would have been a nightmare. By the time Dad was done with me, I’d need to stay a month to recuperate.”
“I don’t think you give your father enough credit.”
Erika let the conversation die out. She knew her father, what he’s says, what he’d do. She had heard the snide comments he made towards gays. She put the thoughts out of her mind so that she could enjoy walking hand in hand with her mother through the forest around the lake.
“Mom?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you ever wish that you had had a girl?”
“Not like this, I didn’t.” her mother stated. “When I was pregnant, I was hoping for a boy. I think most mothers do. A boy to take after and to remind them of their husband, who can protect them, and help them later in life. A son who they can cheer from the sidelines and smile proudly when they accomplish a goal, whether in sports or academics.” She paused for a few moments. “If I could have had a second child, I’d like it to have been a girl.” She smiled. “A girl to dress up in sweet, frilly dresses. To spend time brushing her hair, and going shopping with. A girl to get excited with when going to the Spring Formal, and to fuss over for her wedding.”
Erika quietly listened and watched her mother. “Did you ever wish that I was a girl?”
“No, I want a son to get married and give me lots of grand babies to spoil. Not a son that chooses a way of life that alienates himself from a large portion of society. Who will have a difficult time finding someone to love him enough to create a family with.” She looked pointedly at Eric. “I love you, Eric. I love, you, the smart, caring, creative young man that you are. I love the Eric, who can draw the most wonderful things from his imagination, the Eric, who strives so hard to do the right thing, no matter what the consequences. The Eric who would rather bring harm upon himself, than to harm another person.” She paused in their walk and turned to Eric. She pulled a tissue out of her purse and dabbed at his eyes. “And I love the Eric, who isn’t too macho to cry in front of his mother. . . Even if he is wearing make-up.”
Eric, wearing make-up and a skirt, threw his arms around his mother. “I love you too, Mom.”
The two held each other for a long moment. When they parted, they wiped and dabbed at each other’s tears and smiled at one another.
“So, are you going to show me your cabin?” Mrs. Martin asked.
Tricia’s father smiled, understanding at Erika’s mother. “Believe me, when I first found out that my son wanted to be a girl, I was anything but calm." By Anistasia Allread edited by Nick B |
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Camp Kumoni Ch.53
“So, are you going to show me your cabin?” Mrs. Martin asked.
Erika looked at her mother hopefully. “Does that mean I can stay?”
“I haven’t made up my mind yet,” Mrs. Martin cautioned.
Erika led her mother up the trail along the cabins to Columbine.
“Have a nice walk?” Katie greeted exiting from the door.
Erika smiled. “Yes.”
“That is a wonderful trail. I can see why you walk it every morning.” Mrs. Martin agreed.
“Actually, starting tomorrow, we’ll be jogging it,” Rachel greeted from inside. “Come on in,” She added with a gesture of welcome.
Rachel hopped up on her bed and plugged into her head phones.
“Which bed is yours?” Mrs. Martin enquired taking in the tidy cabin.
“This one,” Erika said, patting her mattress. “Samantha is down here and Tricia is over there.”
“And you have a bathroom in your cabin?”
“It’s just a sink and toilet. We have to shower in the public showers.”
Her mom’s eyes got a bit big. “How do you work that out?”
“Come on down and I’ll show you.” Erika led her mother back out of the cabin and down to the shower building. She showed her that each shower was private and explained that She showers either before the other girls or after them, just to be on the safe side, and to make them feel more comfortable.
“Erika, Mrs. Martin,” Tricia called. “Leeza and I are going to the rope course. You wanna come?”
“Rope course?” Mrs. Martin asked.
Erika’s eyes lit up. “It’s really cool, want to go?”
Her mother nodded her head.
“Great!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “I’ve got to change into shorts and sneakers though.” Erika almost dragged her mother back up to the cabin. She pulled a pair of shorts and sneakers out of her suitcase and went into the bathroom to change.
Just as they were leaving the cabin, Director Hobbs’ sounded over the P.A. speakers, announcing that lunch was being served.
Erika smiled. “We can go after we eat. I didn’t eat too well this morning.”
The noise in the dining hall was even louder than normal as campers tried to speak with their parents. Parents met other parents, and parents met their kid’s fellow friends.
Sheila put out a spread to satisfy just about everyone’s tastes: Burgers for the carnivores, salads and veggies for the mothers and snack foods of various types to gratify most cravings.
“Mrs. Martinez?” Dani Inquired as she approached them dragging Derek with her. “I just wanted you to meet my boyfriend,” she said, stressing the last word. “If it wasn’t for Erika, he’d never gotten up the nerve to ask me out.”
Derek turned three shades of red, contrasting with his copper hair.
“Hello Mrs. Martinez.” Derek said nervously, forcing a smile through his embarrassment. “Your daughter is pretty cool. Not many girls as pretty as she is would have given nerds like me the time of day, let alone help me work up the courage to ask this pretty young lady out.” He looked down at Dani with adoring eyes.
“Yeah, she is something else.” Mrs. Martin agreed, smiling at the two.
“We’re going to go to the rope course after lunch. Do you want to join us?” Erika invited.
“My family will be here in a few minutes.” Derek shrugged. “I should really stay around so that they don’t wander all over the camp looking for me. My mom has a hard time getting around some days.” Derek pulled on Dani’s arm. “It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Martinez.” The odd couple exited the dining hall.
Mrs. Martin smiled after them. “They’re cute.”
Between bites, Erika explained that Derek’s mother and sister were both dwarfs and that he had been attracted to Dani since the first day of camp.
“Oh, crap.” Erika muttered under her breath. “Here comes Director Hobbs. Please don’t pull me out of here, mom.”
“Hello Erika.” Director Hobbs greeted. “Is this your mother?”
“Hello Director Hobbs. Yes, this is my mom. Mom this is Director Hobbs.” Erika introduced, forcing a smile that she didn’t feel. Her stomach was jumping so much she felt like she needed to go to the restroom.
“Before you leave today, Mrs. Martinez, I was hoping you’d come by my office. I really need to get some updated information.”
Mrs. Martin smiled. “Of course. Things have been so hectic lately at work and home that I’d forgotten to update you.”
“Great. I’ll see you then.” Hobbs walked away to greet another parent.
Erika let out a big sigh. “Thanks mom.”
Her mother looked sternly at her. “This doesn’t mean I’m going to let you stay. I still haven’t made up my mind.”
Erika changed the subject. “Shall we go to the rope course?”
Tricia and her family were already at the course, Leeza and Tricia had already donned their harnesses and helmets with the help of Skyler. Tricia’s mom and dad stood off to the side and watched as their daughters prepared to tackle the first of the rope courses.
“Hey there, Erika,” Skyler greeted. “Here to show you mom what a monkey you are?”
“I already know that.” Mrs. Martin chuckled.
“Oh, mom.” Erika protested. She joined Skyler as he assisted her into her harness.
“I think I’ll watch from down here.” Erika’s mother told her. She stepped over by Tricia’s parents and greeted them as they watched their two daughters climb higher into the trees.
Erika pulled the leather gloves on and raced over to the rope course and hooked into a safety line. She looked over to Skyler who nodded that he was ready. He would belay her on one of the higher more difficult courses. Erika jumped up to a rope ladder and began climbing.
Mrs. Patton smiled to Erika’s mom. “We understand through Tricia, that your Erika is a going through some tying times.”
Mrs. Martin was curious. “What trying times are you referring too?”
“That she is similar to our Leeza.” Tricia’s father stated. “It is a hard time to get through and I still have trouble sometimes understanding Leeza.”
“Doesn’t it bother you that my Erika is sleeping in a cabin with your daughter?” Mrs. Martin looked bothered.
“Tricia can handle herself,” Mrs. Patton chuckled. “You know, she thinks the world of Erika. Erika is just about all she has been talking about today.”
Mrs. Martin’s voice was taking on an agitated edge. “How can you be so calm about this?”
Tricia’s father smiled, understanding at Erika’s mother. “Believe me, when I first found out that my son wanted to be a girl, I was anything but calm. It took a couple of years of counseling and seeing how Leeza blossomed, to realize just how special she is and what she is capable of.”
Mrs. Patton waved to Tricia. “You know, Erika looks just like a younger version of you.”
“What do you know about Eric?” Mrs. Martin inquired.
“Tricia told us that this is the first time that Erika has tried living twenty-four, seven as a girl; that she is unsure about some things, but she is catching on pretty quick.” Mrs. Patton stated while watching her girls. “That she is very thoughtful and caring. She welcomed Tricia into her cabin with open arms after her cabin was destroyed during the storm; that she is courageous; that she stopped that one hoodlum from raping that cute cheerleader, Samantha.” Mrs. Patton looked over to Mrs. Martin. “That Erika is still trying to figure out who she is and that she is terrified of what you or your husband will do or say.”
“Did she tell you that Eric and that cheerleader hacked into the camp computer and changed his documentation or that they lied to the camp Director when he split his head open and had to go to the hospital? Did she tell you that Eric never told his father or I that he was going to camp as a girl? That I arrived at camp this morning to see my son and found out that he has been wearing makeup, skirts, falsies and living in a cabin full of girls, all of whom he has lied to?” Mrs. Martin stated; her face red with anger.
Mrs. Patton tried to soothe the situation. “Leeza did something very similar. Tricia did mention that you were meeting Erika for the first time today. It’s a huge, scary step.”
“Scary? How am I going to explain this to my husband? How am I going to go back to work and try to lead a normal life when my son is living as a girl?”
Mr. Patton wrung his hands “We went to family counseling at first. We joined a group for families of the transgendered. There is help out there, and I’m not saying it is easy, far from it. Our family was turned upside down after Leeza came out. We lost friends; neighbors moved away from us, pranks were pulled on our house as well as at work.” He described. “But when I see how much happier Leeza is; how she is doing something with her life and is excited about it, it helps put things into perspective.” He paused for a moment.
“Don’t misunderstand me, Mrs. Martin. I miss having my son. I miss the boy that I coached in little league; built go-carts with and went to baseball games with. I mourn grandkids I will never have and family get-togethers where many won’t come because they are uncomfortable with Leeza.” Mr. Patton paused and smiled as two campers passed by to harness up to go through the course.
“Now I look on the bright side, of things. My daughter Leeza, although she could never be any good at playing ball, has an appreciation for the game. It’s a blast taking my daughters to a game and cheering on the team. Instead of building go-carts with my son, I now work on car engines with my daughter who knows just as much if not more about engines than most men. I haven’t given up on grandkids either. I hope once Leeza finds the right guy, they will adopt a whole bunch of kids and I know that Leeza will be a great mom, full of love for each special kid that she takes in.” Mr. Patton ran out of steam at that point.
Mrs. Martin sighed. “It sounds like you’re settling with giving up an awful lot.”
“Perhaps, but I’m gaining a whole lot too. I’m closer with Leeza now than I ever was with my son. She talks to me–I mean really talks to me.”
“Isn’t that the coolest thing ever?” Erika interrupted from the end of the course. She unsnapped from the safety line and slipped out of her harness.
“Here’s my number.” Mrs. Patton said handing Erika’s mother a card. “Please feel free to call me anytime.”
“Thank you.” Mrs. Martin smiled.
Erika joined her mother having shed her gear. “I almost forgot to give you your present.”
“More surprises? I don’t know if my heart can take any more.”
Erika led her mother back along the trail towards camp. “So what were you and Tricia’s parents’ talking about?”
“What do you think?”
“And?” Erika asked.
“I’m still not comfortable with this… this Erika thing.”
“Oh.” Erika’s face fell. “Well, I should get your gift before we leave.”
She led her mother back to the arts and crafts area. Amber was there with several plastic totes full of items.
“Hi Amber.” Erika greeted. “This is my mom. We came by to pick up my stuff.”
“Hello Mrs. Martinez.” Amber greeted. “Erika, it’s over in that tote if you want to get it.” She turned back to Erika’s mother. “Mrs. Martinez, Erika has been incredible to watch bloom over the past few weeks.” She smiled. “When she first got here, she was like a bump on a log, moping around, jumping at the word ‘boo’, but over the past few weeks, I’ve really seen her come alive. She’s grown happier, smiles a lot more and it shows in her art work.”
Mrs. Martin was taken aback. “Thank you.
“Close your eyes, mom.” Erika said, coming up with both hands behind her back.
Erika watched as her mom sighed, and closed her eyes. Erika brought the mug out and held it for her mother. “Okay.”
Mrs. Martin opened her eyes to see a mug in Erika’s hand.
“We made these from leather, and its waterproof. You can even drink your coffee in it,” she explained holding it out for her mother.
Erika’s mother took the mug and held it up. Something looked to be carved into the outside of it. She held it up and took a closer look. Mrs. Martin blinked back tears. Carved on the mug between two flowers it read ‘I love you, momma.’
“We made these too.” Erika said holding another object. Mrs. Martin dabbed at the tears in her eyes to clear her vision and took a look. Erika held up a stained-glass candle holder.
“Wow, that’s pretty impressive.” Mrs. Martin exclaimed admiring the candle holder.
“Thanks Amber.” Erika waved as she and her mother walked back up towards Columbine cabin.
Mrs. Martin wasn’t watching where she was going. She was busy admiring the intricately soldered candle holder and thinking about the emotional, busy day.
“Mom?” Erika asked as they approached the cabin. “Can I at least say good bye to my friends before we go?”
Mrs. Martin looked up at her daughter. “Don’t worry about it. You can stay.”
“I can stay?” Erika was stunned. “I can stay? Really?”
“Yes. On two conditions.”
“What? Anything.” Erika’s face was aglow.
“Erika stay’s here.” She stated firmly. “You must come back from camp as Eric.”
“What’s the other?” Erika was afraid.
“That once you are home, that you see a counselor.”
“I agree, I agree. Thank you, momma.” Erika threw her arms around her mother’s neck and held on, crying tears of joy.
“Thank you.”
“Since we are admitting secrets, I have something eating at me that I need to get off my chest.” Krystal announced, looking at Rachel.
Rachel shook her head pleading with the book worm. ‘No’ she mouthed. “Yes, Rachel, we need to tell them. I can’t go on living like this anymore.” By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B an |
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Camp Kumoni 54
As promised, Mrs. Martin went down to Director Hobbs’ office.
Erika, although relieved that her mother was going to allow her to stay in camp, didn’t know if her mother was going to allow Director Hobbs to be the bad guy and kick her out of the best summer of her life. She decided to sit on an old stump within sight of the parking lot and Hobbs’ office.
“Mom, I’d like you to meet the person who helped us meet.” A familiar voice said nearby.
Waking from her deep thoughts, Erika looked up to see Derek, holding hands with Dani, and speaking to a red-haired dwarf woman of middle years. Erika smiled at her smitten friends then to Derek’s mother.
“Hello Erika.” Derek’s mother greeted with a warm smile that was so like Derek’s.
Erika smiled. “Nice to meet you.”
“So, can you walk on water too?”
“Sure can.” Erika smirked. “When it’s frozen.”
Derek’s mother smiled at that. “I’m glad my Derek has friends like you.” She patted Erika’s hand.
Erika saw her mother exiting from Hobbs’ office. “Please excuse me, my mother is about to leave. It was nice meeting you.”
“You too, Erika.” Derek’s mother was guided away by her son.
Dani held back for a moment. “How is it going?” she inquired. “Will she let you stay?”
“She said that I can stay on two conditions.”
“What conditions?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Erika hissed, dismissing her short friend and went over to meet her mother.
“What happened in there?” Erika begged.
“You’ve made quite an impact on this place.” Mrs. Martin shook her head. “Director Hobbs thinks that you are quite a brave and outgoing young lady.”
“You didn’t tell her that I wasn’t, did you?”
“I came close a few times.” Mrs. Martin admitted. “I’m not sure if she knows your little secret or not. If she does, she’s not letting on, but if she doesn’t know, she thinks something ‘fishy’ is going on.”
Crap! I wonder if Phoenix told her, Erika thought.
“Anyway, I straightened out the contact information. She only has my cell phone number now. I told her that your father’s number was my old one so that she didn’t call him and tell him anything until I have a chance to speak with him.”
“Please don’t tell him.” Erika begged. “He’ll have a cow.”
“I told you, I won’t lie to him.”
“I know. I’m not asking you to; just don’t give him the whole truth.”
She smiled. “We’ll see. I have a lot to think about on the trip home. I think I might stop in town and see your stylist. I like what he did with your hair.”
Erika sighed.
Mrs. Martin looked directly at her ‘son’. “You have a lot of thinking to do here, too.”
Erika sighed even heavier, as the two of them walked towards the silver car hand in hand.
Mrs. Martin turned to Erika and pulled her into a tight embrace. “I love you Eric. Just know that. I love you.”
“I love you too mom.” Erika closed her eyes, to hold back her tears. The two held one another for a long tight hug.
Mrs. Martin pulled back and looked her daughter up and down. “I just can’t get over how much you look like me.”
Erika felt a thrill hearing those words. She had always thought that her mother was pretty and to have her say that she looked like her was strange yet wonderful.
“Here, take this. It’s all I have at the moment, but I’m sure you’ll need it.” Erika’s mother pushed some folded bills into Erika’s hand.
“Need it for what?” Erika asked bewildered.
“Perhaps pay back your friends for their generosity.”
“Thanks mom.”
“Remember,” Mrs. Martin stated. “Erika stays here, and you see a counselor when you get home.”
“Yes, mom.”
Erika waved as her mother’s silver car drove out of sight.
Mrs. Martin pulled onto the main road and thought about what Mr. Patton had said about being closer to his daughter than he was with his son. Then she thought back to the walk around the lake. She tried to think back to the last time that Eric had ever spoken with her like that and couldn’t come up with one. Even before Eric’s friend Summer had died, he didn’t talk to her in more than monosyllables and grunts. She learned more about her son in that walk than in almost three years. She did feel closer to him. Was the difference in Eric? Or was it this… this new person, Erika?
* * *
She did it! She could stay! She confronted her mother, showed her Erika, told her about Erika, and her mother let her stay. Erika was elated. She felt like she was on cloud nine. No make that cloud ten. Just to prove how good she felt, she did a very un-Eric like thing and skipped down the path back to the cabin.
As she approached Columbine, Erika spied Tricia followed by her parents and Leeza entering the cabin.
“We’re going to see if Todd will let us take a boat out into the lake, want to come?” Tricia inquired.
“Nah.” Erika shook her dark hair, finally enjoying the feel of her long bangs brushing over her eye lashes. “I’m going to unpack.”
“You mean you packed?”
“Yes. I figured my parents would have pulled me out of here so fast that I wouldn’t have had time to get everything.”
“I’m so glad you are staying.” Tricia threw her arms around Erika’s neck and held her tight. ‘This place would be boring without you.”
“Thank you. . . I think.”
Tricia pulled away. “We just came back for some sun-screen. I don’t want to get skin cancer.”
“You guys go ahead.” Leeza spoke up. “I’d like to rest here for a bit.”
“Are you feeling alright, Leeza?” Mr. Patton asked concerned.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m just a bit tired. I think it’s all of this fresh air.” Leeza waved as she slunk down on Tricia’s cot.
“We’ll check in with you in a little bit.” Mrs. Patton blew her daughter a kiss as she followed Tricia out the door.
Erika neatly folded and put her things away in the drawers. A few blouses she hung up in the closet.
“So how do you like it?” Leeza broke the silence.
“Like what?”
“Being a girl.”
“Other than being more emotional, I like it.”
“Tricia really likes you a lot,” Leeza commented.
“I like her too.”
“I mean she really likes you,” Leeza stressed the ‘really’.
Erika was beginning to really like Tricia a lot too. She was very pretty, almost as pretty as Samantha, and she was one of the kindest people Erika had met including Summer. She tucked her suitcase away again and hopped up in her own bed. “Leeza?” she asked. “When did you decide that you wanted to be a girl?”
“Well, it wasn’t really a decision,” Leeza began. “Even as a little kid, I knew I was a girl. My mother kept making me wear pants, when all I wanted was to wear pretty dresses. She kept my hair short when all I really wanted was to wear ponytails and braids with ribbons.”
“You always knew?”
“Yep, well, I knew that I didn’t fit in with the other kids, I knew I was different. It wasn’t until later that I realized that I was… well… wrong.”
“Wrong?”
“At the time that is what I felt. I didn’t know any other way to put it. Later I realized that it was that I had the body of a boy and the heart and mind of a girl.”
“How old were you when you realized that?” Erika wondered aloud.
“I was about thirteen or fourteen. At least I was when I put all of the pieces together. How about you? When did you figure out that you wanted to be a girl?”
“A couple of weeks ago, “Erika admitted.
“Did you have feelings of wanting to be like other girls before then?” Leeza probed.
“No.” Erika shook her dark hair. “I never even thought about it until after I got here at camp.”
“Hmm.” Leeza sounded puzzled. “Are you attracted to boys or girls?”
“Most definitely girls,” Erika stated. “Didn’t Tricia tell you about my crush on Samantha?”
Leeza nodded. She thought for a moment. “How did it feel when you first put on girls’ clothing?” she asked. “Did it get you… you know, excited, aroused?”
“No. It felt quite strange. I was terrified at first. It wasn’t until a week later that I began to get comfortable in them.
“So what do you like about being a girl?” Leeza asked.
“Lots of things.” Erika lay her head back against the wall behind her. “I like the friends that I’ve made, I like being treated special. As a boy I was treated horribly. It took a few weeks but now I enjoy seeing who I have become in the mirror.” Erika admitted. “I no longer see a boy in girl’s clothes, but a pretty girl when I see myself.”
“That is a good start,” Leeza agreed. “How do you feel, as a girl?”
Erika looked blankly at her. “I tend to be more emotional, or at least I tend to show my emotions more as a girl. As a boy, I’d just get teased and beat up.”
Leeza nodded understanding.
“Hey! You’re still here!” Rachel greeted entering the cabin, Krystal a step behind her. “So I take it your mom is letting you stay?”
Erika smiled. “Yes.”
“You girls have a fun summer.” Leeza got up from the cot. “Enjoy it while you can.” She aimed the last part at Erika.
Leeza walked out the door leaving it open for Victoria as she entered.
She greeted them. “Are all of the Parents gone?”
“I haven’t seen Samantha or her parents yet.” Erika admitted, “Tricia and her parents are trying to row about the lake.”
“Dani is with Derek saying goodbye to his mother,” Victoria informed them. “That is a strange but cute couple.”
Katie and Samantha entered the cabin with Phoenix.
“How are the Columbine girls doing?” Phoenix greeted.
“Glad that is over,” Erika admitted with a heavy sigh. “How did it go with your parental units, Samantha?”
“Smoothed everything over. The camp is pressing charges against Josh. I’ll have some cops driving out to take a statement and I’ll have to go to court next month.”
“Don’t you dare back down.” Rachel cautioned. “If you need me, I’ll fly out and be there for support. I want to see that jerk off get his due.”
“Whoa, Rachel, I know you’re upset, but rein in the hostility a little bit please,” Phoenix asked sitting on her bed.
“You know, I’ll be there for you, Samantha.” Erika reached down and patted the cheerleader on the shoulder.
Dani entered the cabin. “Wow, everyone is here.”
“Everyone but Tricia,” Katie pointed out.
“Phoenix, did you really know about Erika all of this time?” Rachel asked.
“Well, not all of the time.” Phoenix admitted. “But I did figure it out a while ago.”
Victoria was incredulous. “And you didn’t say anything or do anything?”
“I almost did at first, when you all were still trying to figure out what and how you felt about it,” Phoenix explained. “But you all found a quick solution to the situation.” She looked around the cabin at each of the girls. “You all have such a great chemistry here. It really is amazing to watch.”
“What has that to do with Erika?” Rachel steered the conversation.
“Well, you all know that I’m about to enter my senior year in University majoring in psychology.”
The girls all nodded.
“Your acceptance and Erika’s growth as a Transgender has been fascinating. I am going to write my senior thesis on you all and this summer.”
“So we are just a social experiment?” Victoria asked.
“No. not really,” Phoenix admitted. “If things had gotten more serious or out of hand, I would have stepped in and helped remove Erika from the situation.” She looked at Erika. “As painlessly as I could. But you all have shown yourselves to be very generous and caring girls, and Erika has shown courage, caring, honesty and trustworthiness. I think she is doing a wonderful job in becoming a beautiful young lady.” Phoenix paused and scanned the room. “As are all of you.”
Silence fell around them.
“Since we are admitting secrets, I have something eating at me that I need to get off my chest.” Krystal announced, looking sidelong at Rachel.
Rachel shook her head pleading with the book worm. ‘No’ she mouthed.
“Yes, Rachel, we need to tell them. I can’t go on living like this anymore.”
“What is it?” Phoenix encouraged Krystal.
Rachel stared hard at Krystal. The large girl took a deep breath. “Erika I need to apologize to you.”
“What for?” Erika looked bewildered.
“That flour bomb that hit you in the head. That was planted by Rachel and me. We didn’t mean for you to walk into the prank, especially after getting back from the hospital with stitches in your head. We actually had meant for me to walk into it with a few of you as witnesses.”
“Why ever would you prank your own cabin?” Samantha demanded.
Victoria put it all together. “To frame Oak for it so that we’d have an excuse to retaliate.”
“It was never meant for you. I’m so sorry.” Krystal was almost in tears.
“It didn’t hurt me, Krystal.” Erika swung down off her bed. “It was difficult to get out, but no harm; no foul.” Erika hugged the now crying girl.
“You’ve been so good to me, and I go and do something dumb like that. I’m so sorry.” Krystal cried into Erika’s shoulder.
“You’re forgiven.” Erika insisted.
Krystal hugged her back. “I don’t know how you can be so forgiving; especially after hearing about ‘the plague’.”
“I know it wasn’t intentional,” Erika told her. “Everything done to ‘the plague’ was.”
Phoenix looked hard at Rachel. “You and I are going to have a talk tonight.”
“You aren’t going to tell Hobbs are you?” Rachel begged.
“I don’t know yet,” Phoenix threatened.
The door to the cabin opened and Tricia entered. “Whoa, what did I miss?”
“We’re a social experiment and Rachel and Krystal are the flour bombers,” Dani explained quickly.
“Huh?”
“I’ll tell you on the way to dinner,” Samantha promised. As if on cue, the dinner bell rang.
“Victoria, what’s going on after dinner? If I remember right, we do the bonfire.” Rachel tried to take command again.
Victoria turned her back on Rachel and directed her attention to the other girls. “After dinner, we do have a bonfire.”
“Shall we go as the Lavender Ladies?” Katie clapped her hands eagerly.
“Yes.” Dani smiled up at her tall friend. “I think we should. I think I need to alter my shirt to be a little more revealing though.”
“For Derek?” Phoenix teased her.
The girls of the cabin were in shock. Phoenix had never teased any of them. She always kept herself aloof.
Dani smiled big. “For Derek.”
“Rachel can you alter my shirt too?” Phoenix asked.
“Sure, but we’re going to be late.”
“Fashionably late,” Phoenix agreed with a grin.
The cabin erupted as clothes were flung out of drawers as the girls looked to quickly change into their sexy outfits. Erika slipped back into her denim mini-skirt and slipped the wedge sandals back on, then carefully slid her altered Lavender shirt on over her head.
Dani and Phoenix ran around the cabin in only their bras and skirts as Rachel worked as fast as she could to alter the two T-shirts.
“Tricia, could you touch up my makeup, Please?” Erika asked.
“You look fine,” Samantha promised.
“Come here.” Tricia pulled Erika down on her cot and rummaged through her containers.
“This is like the Keystone Cops,” Victoria commented, laughing. “I wonder what this place will look like before the dance.”
“Dance?” Erika’s heart skipped a beat. “What dance?”
“The end of the summer dance, Silly,” Samantha said shaking her head. “I told you there would be one. That is one of the reasons why we have you practicing wearing heals.”
Tricia looked into Erika’s eyes. “You did bring a dress for the dance, didn’t you?”
“No.” She gulped. “I didn’t think I’d be here that long. Besides I don’t dance.”
“Oh, no you don’t,” Tricia refocused. “You aren’t going to get out of it that easily. Every girl has to know how to dance. Right Krystal?”
“If I can lose weight, you can learn to dance,” Krystal agreed.
“Crap,” Erika swore.
“Ladies don’t swear either,” Tricia scolded.
Erika sighed heavily and gave in to the current that was forever dragging her down its course.
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Camp Kumoni 55
This time the Lavender Ladies had two new additions, Tricia and Phoenix. Having been through this before, the other girls of the cabin weren’t nervous, just excited. Even Dani seemed to have gotten over her nerves. Tricia and Phoenix on the other hand were a bundle of nerves. Phoenix controlled it better. Tricia kept asking Erika if she looked all right.
“You look amazing.” Erika promised.
Dani was the first to enter this time. She was excited to show off her sexier look for Derek. The rest of the girls all sauntered in behind her single file and made their way to the front of the dining hall to their table. Erika saw Phoenix look pointedly at Todd. His mouth fell open when he saw her swaying her hips in a short skirt, heels and an altered Lavender Ladies T-shirt.
Erika noticed that several of the tables had already been served their dinner. Columbine’s table on the other hand looked empty.
Erika took a seat next to Tricia and found the smiling blonde’s hand upon her thigh under the table.
“That was a rush.” Tricia admitted.
Two large pizzas were set down on the table for the girls to devour. Krystal looked with longing at the pizzas.
“Here you are love.” Sheila came up behind her. “I made this one special for you.” Sheila set down a small pizza that looked a bit different from the others.
Krystal smelled the pie in front of her and smiled up at the head cook.
“Low carb crust, soy cheese and veggie pizza, made with a bit more love.” Sheila smiled.
“Thanks Sheila.” Krystal picked up a small slice and bit into it. Her eyes widened with surprise. She put a hand over her full mouth and looked up. “This is good.”
“I’ve got a salad back here with your name on it too.” Sheila promised.
The dining hall quieted down as the campers all dug into their pizzas. Director Hobbs took that opportunity to take center stage. “Did you all enjoy seeing your parents?” She asked.
A small cheer from full mouths greeted her.
“Are you all more relaxed now that your parent’s have left?”
A bigger cheer went up.
Hobbs smiled. “If you hadn’t noticed, the helicopters haven’t been flying in using our lake anymore. The Fire Marshal said that the reason for this is that the fire is now completely contained and is ninety percent out.”
A much louder cheer rose from the dining hall joined by loud whistles from the boy’s tables, and clapping.
Hobbs waited until the cheering died down. “As you are well aware of, Camp is now half over. The next big events are the Camp Kumoni Olympics, which will be followed by the end of summer dance.” She flipped the page of notes she was looking at. “Nominees for the Camp Kumoni Queen, and King will be accepted in the drop box which is on this table right here.” Hobbs pointed to a small table near the entrance to the kitchen. “The deadline will be at the beginning of dinner next Saturday. You’ll each be given a ballot after the bon fire tonight. Only one vote per camper.”
Rachel giggled.
“What’s so funny?” Katie asked.
“Last year one of the cabins spent all night filling out ballots to make sure that their friend became the queen.”
“How many votes did she get?”
“They stopped counting, it was so rigged, and they couldn’t do anything but give her the crown by default. They didn’t know who actually did vote for her versus the influx of other ballots.”
“Which cabin did it?” Dani smirked.
“Mine.” Rachel had a gleam in her eye
“You were the queen last year?” Katie was awed.
“Heck no, one my cabin mates. But it was cool seeing the Director and counsellors faces when they went to count the ballots.” Rachel chuckled.
* * *
“Mind if I sit next to you at the bon fire?” Tricia asked.
“If you’d like to.” Erika shrugged.
Their dinner of pizza was over and many of the cabins were already heading up to the amphitheater for the bon fire.
“Late as usual?” Phoenix asked Victoria and Rachel.
“Not too late.” Rachel relented. “We’ve already made our big entrance for the evening. “If we are too late, it’d be like rubbing their noses in it. We’ll just follow the next to last cabin in.”
“Then I’m going to go chat with a few of the other counsellors.” Phoenix gave Rachel a nod before walking off.
“What was that about?” Victoria asked.
“I think she wants to be part of the cabin now.” Rachel stated.
“About time.”
Dark descended upon the forest as the sun escaped behind the hills to the west. Erika and the girls of Columbine cabin began walking the trail to the amphitheater. Erika was slightly startled as she felt a hand slide down her wrist and take her hand. She looked over to see Tricia smile timidly in the waning light.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She looked a bit nervous.
“Not at all.” Erika gave her hand a squeeze.
The bon fire wasn’t roaring as large as they had seen it before. Erika assumed it was due to the fire hazard especially with the forest fire that had burned nearby.
Columbine took their seats along one of the benches and joined in the many conversations around them as they waited for the activities to begin.
“Excuse me, Erika?”
Erika looked up to see a short brown-haired boy with glasses. “Yes.” She replied.
“I. . . ah. . . I didn’t mean to bother you.” The boy noticed Tricia’s hand in hers.
“You’re not.” Erika smiled. She recognized him from the night of the storm. He was one of Derek’s nerdy friends. She felt kindred with him already. “What do you want?”
“Well, I heard that you are a great artist.” He began. “I’m trying to be a writer, and I. . . oh never mind.” He turned to leave.
“Hold on there.” Erika’s voice stopped him. “You’ve come this far. What were you going to ask?”
“Well. I was going to ask if you might help me by sketching out some of my characters.”
“I didn’t know that you drew.” Tricia looked surprised at Erika.
“I’m not that great.” Erika swore. She looked up at the discouraged guy. “I can try to help you out but I can’t promise that they’ll be any good.”
The boy’s face lit up. “Really? He asked. “You’d be willing to help me?”
“Sure.” Erika smiled. “I haven’t done any drawing since I’ve been here at camp. It’d be good practice.”
“When do you think?” he asked.
“Well, how about tomorrow during our free time?” Erika posed.
“That would be great. Where?”
“How about we meet in the dining hall.”
“Cool.” He was almost bouncing up and down he was so excited.
“Uh. . .” Erika flushed.
“Yes?” the boy’s face looked suddenly anxious.
“I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name.” Erika apologized.
“Matt.” The short guy blushed. “Matt Ford. I don’t think we’ve ever been introduced.”
“Well, Matt, I’ll meet you tomorrow.” Erika extended a hand. Matt took it and shook it firmly.
“Thanks Erika. Derek said that you were cool.” Matt almost tripped as he left to rejoin his cabin mates.
“You made someone’s night.” Tricia gave Erika’s hand a squeeze.
“He’s kind of cute.” Krystal smiled over at Erika.
Director Hobbs chose that moment to begin the bon fire activities which involved a lot of singing, some story telling by some of the counsellors and a rhyming game that went back and forth amongst the cabins.
Erika was feeling pretty tired by the time the bon fire ended and the campers all dispersed to their cabins.
“You look exhausted.” Tricia commented.
“I feel it.” Erika agreed. “I didn’t sleep at all last night worrying about meeting my parents.”
“Poor thing.” Tricia gave Erika’s hand a squeeze. “Let’s put you to bed.” Tricia leaned up on her tip toes and kissed Erika on the cheek. The sweet aroma surrounding Tricia filled Erika’s nose with its perfume. That along with the velvety feel of her lips, made certain body parts strain at their confines.
Leeza had told Erika that Tricia liked her. Did she mean in this way? Or was this just girl being girls and showing their emotions? Was she supposed to kiss Tricia back, now? Or just dismiss it? She liked Tricia too. A lot. She was so pretty and feminine in her soft pink clothes. Her blonde hair always looked neat. Even when she first woke up, her hair seemed barely out of place. She was sweet and excepting of those around her, yet would call someone on their digressions.
The bright lights of the cabin washed away her thoughts and insecurities as they dragged their selves in.
“We get the morning shower rotation tomorrow.” Victoria reminded her cabin mates as they began shucking their clothes.
Erika exited the bathroom, in her nightgown and ready for bed. She climbed up under her covers and immediately drifted off into a deep sleep.
* * *
“Will you hurry up in there?” Dani’s voice came through the door. “Everyone’s waiting on you.”
Erika opened the door, held up her skirts and stepped through.
“Oh, you’re beautiful!” Katie started bawling. She dabbed at her eyes not wanting ruin her make up.
“You look amazing,” Samantha agreed with a smile.
“Turn around so we can see the rest of it.” Dani demanded.
Erika picked up the yards and yards of white fabric and slowly turned around. A long white train slowly followed, dragging on the floor.
“Oh, you forgot your garter.” Samantha jumped up and quickly pulled a blue and white lace garter out of a box. “You’ve got to be wearing this for the reception.”
Dani giggled.
“Let’s see.” Erika’s mother came into the room. She took three steps and stopped. “Oh, Erika, you look so lovely.” Her mom started crying.
“Don’t cry momma.” Erika stepped quickly across the room and flung her arms around her mother.
“You are just so beautiful.” Mrs. Martin wiped at her eyes. She pushed Erika back at arm’s length and took a good look. “I have something for you.”
“Mom I don’t need anything else.” Erika protested.
Erika’s mother pulled out a box and handed it to her. “They are from your grandmother.”
Erika opened the box to reveal a pearl necklace. Erika was stunned. “These. . . these are grandma’s?”
“Yes.” Mrs. Martin nodded. “Handed down from her grandmother, on her wedding day.”
Erika lost it and began weeping. “Oh momma, I don’t know if I could.”
“Don’t be silly. She’d want you to have them.” Her mother insisted. “They’re your something old. Come, let me help you put them on.”
Erika turned around and dipped backwards as her mother draped the pearls around her throat. She carefully moved Erika’s dark ringlets out of the way and clasped the necklace into place. Erika turned around and embraced her mother again.
“Okay, bridezilla, here’s your something blue.” Samantha held the garter out for her.
Erika took the garter and looked down at her layer upon layer of skirts. She looked over at Dani. “Could you?” She asked.
Dani rolled her eyes but took the garter. Erika lifted the skirts and held up a foot as Dani slid the garter over her calf and up to just above the knee.
“Shoes.” Katie held out the heels. She set them on the floor and stood still as Erika used her for balance as she slid her feet into the white satin shoes.
“They’re ready for you.” Rachel poked her head into the room.
Erika looked at each of her friends. Dressed in soft pink dresses, each tailor made for each of their body types. They each held a small bouquet of daisies and smiled at her with love. Erika smiled back, tears forming in her eyes. She walked over to the floor length dressing mirror and looked in.
Dark curls piled on top of her head, cascaded down and hung over one shoulder. Little crystals and tiny sprigs of baby’s breath accentuated the style. Long dark eyelashes accentuated blue eyes. Soft pink lips were plumped to perfection. Her hands went to her throat where she fingered the pearl necklace that her mother had brought for her. A low dipping neckline hinted at her cleavage as the white dress overlaid in lace flowed around her.
“This is what you want isn’t it?” She asked herself in the mirror. “Isn’t this what you want?’ She paused. Her heart started pounding. “Oh, my Is this what I want? . . . I don’t know. . . I don’t know if this is what I want.” Her heart beat even harder.
* * *
Erika sat up in bed her hear racing like a rabbit ‘Oh, my God!’ her brain screamed. ‘Is that what you want? Do you want to be a girl? Do you want to have the perfect wedding, dressed in white and primped to perfection? You’re a boy, Eric, how can you even think of such things.’
Erika jerked the blankets out of her way and slid out of bed. Her breathing was labored as she padded across the cabin and into the bathroom shutting the door behind her. She squinted against the glare of the light and leaned on her hands against the sink. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down before she looked in the mirror.
“Who are you?” She asked the reflection. “Do you really want to be someone’s wife? Or do you want to be someone’s husband?” She locked eyes with her reflection and stared. “Who are you?”
By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “Alright Columbine, off to the showers, quickly. Let me talk with Erika.” Phoenix ordered, dismissing them. “Go on.” Eric slumped and sat down hard on Samantha’s bed as the others grabbed their things and headed off to the showers. |
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The alarm went off, startling many of the girls. Erika just burrowed deeper into her pillow. She was only half aware of the activity going on around her as she dozed in and out of consciousness.
“Come on, sleepy head.” Samantha shook her leg.
“I’m not going.” Erika mumbled into her pillow.
“Don’t be silly, it’s time for our jog around the lake. Come on. Get up.”
“I’m not going!” Erika snapped. “Leave me alone!”
Samantha pulled back. “Whoa! Someone’s a little touchy.”
“Maybe she’s on her period.” Rachel surmised.
Several of the girls giggled.
“Leave her alone,” Tricia defended. “She was up half the night.”
“Doing what?” Rachel snickered.
“She was having bad dreams,” Tricia explained.
Erika began to feel bad. She didn’t mean to wake anyone up last night. She tried to keep her crying time in the bathroom silent. But it looked like she woke Tricia up.
“Let’s allow her to sleep until we get back to shower up,” Phoenix suggested.
Erika heard the girls of Columbine leave the cabin and chat as they walked down the trail to the lake.
Erika’s mind was in turmoil; her emotions a hurricane. She was so weary, but her brain just would not let her slide back into the embrace of nothingness.
She flicked off her covers and stomped into the bathroom to take care of her morning business. She almost began crying again when she found herself sitting on the toilet. Stopping mid-stream, she stood up, turned around and finished her business as a man ought to.
Erika pulled her suit case out of the closet and dug through it, finding baggy shorts, boxers and a summer weight flannel shirt. “Just for the day,” she said just loud enough for her own ears.
Grabbing the rest of her shower gear along with Eric’s clothes, she set off down to the shower house. Erika entered the back showe stall and stripped down out of her night gown and entered the hot steaming cascade of water.
She began to feel better as the sweat and stink of the nightmares were rinsed down the drain. She wondered whether she should go without the breast forms for the day. It might be nice to let her chest breathe. She decided against it. It might raise too many suspicions and she would feel naked without their weight.
Erika toweled off, and for the first time since leaving for camp, pulled on Eric’s clothing. The extra cloth of the underwear against his leg felt alien. The pants felt too big, too baggy. How was he ever able to move around with all of that extra fabric hanging from his waist and between his legs? His private bits usually held close by the gaffe, felt unsupported; as if they were in the way as he walked out of the bathroom and back up to the cabin.
He found the acetone and used toilet tissue to remove all color from his nails. If it wasn’t so expensive to get a new set, he would have removed them as well. Going without polish would have to do. Eric combed out his hair and used his hands to push it out of his face. He looked in the mirror but his hair just didn’t look right, even plastered to his head and un-styled, he looked feminine. He dug around in his suitcase and found a baseball cap and pulled it on over his wet hair.
He looked around the cabin and sighed. His cabin mates were around the lake by now and probably doing exercises. He picked up after himself, emptied the trash and began sweeping out the cabin.
“What’s with the baggy shorts?” Victoria asked as she entered the cabin.
“That’s an interesting look,” Tricia said, eyeing him. She smiled, but it didn’t seem to hold the sparkle that it had last night.
Victoria watched him warily. “Exercising some testosterone today, are we?”
“Told you she was on her period,” Rachel shook her head as she passed him to get to her bunk.
“Are you feeling alright?” Phoenix asked.
“I… I just need a day off.” Eric stammered.
“You worked so hard to show us all that you are a girl, to show your mother that you are a girl, why suddenly the very next day, go back to looking like a boy?” Dani asked.
Tricia looked concerned. “Is it the dream?”
Stunned, all Eric could do was nod.
“It was just a dream,” Rachel scoffed. “Let it go.”
“What was it about?” Tricia asked.
Eric blushed. “Nothing.”
“Oh, leave her alone,” Samantha defended. “Can’t you see that she’s scared?”
“Alright Columbine, off to the showers, quickly. Let me talk with Erika.” Phoenix ordered, dismissing them. “Go on.”
Eric slumped and sat down hard on Samantha’s bed as the others grabbed their things and headed off to the showers.
“Identity crisis?” Phoenix inquired.
“Something like that,” Eric admitted.
“What was the dream about?”
Eric told her of the dream.
“What troubles you most about it?” Phoenix asked.
“That I don’t know who I am. I was a boy until this summer. I dressed like a boy, felt like a boy, did boy things and had boy dreams. Then I came here.”
A silence filled the cabin.
“Now you feel like a girl?”
Eric didn’t say anything. He stared at the floor.
“I thought you were enjoying being a girl?”
“I was… I am.”
Phoenix touched his knee. “I know you were having a hard time with it in the beginning, but something inside you seemed to push through and you began to blossom.”
“When did you know?” Eric asked.
“I didn’t know for a while.” Phoenix admitted. “The cabin seemed to have a tension in it that didn’t seem normal. So, I slipped away to give you girls privacy to work it out. But I didn’t go far, and I’m afraid to admit that I spied on you.”
“I thought you were going off to see Todd.”
“At first it was mostly that, but after a while it was mostly to figure out what was eating at the girls of my cabin.”
“I haven’t told anyone,” Eric blurted out. “I mean about you and Todd.”
“Thank you for that.” Phoenix smiled. “It is one of the reasons I didn’t let anyone else know about you.”
“What about Hobbs?”
“I haven’t told her. She suspects that there is something going on, but doesn’t know what it is. At least I don’t think she does.” She was quiet for a moment. “We’re supposed to be talking about you. What in this dream scares you?”
“My being married as a girl, I guess.”
“It sounds like you were surrounded by friends and loved ones, and had the support of your family.”
Eric nodded. “But I’m attracted to girls. How can I be getting married as a girl if I like girls?”
“Did you see who you were getting married too?”
“No.”
“So for all you know, you could be getting married to a girl.”
“I don’t know. Even if I was, why was I a girl and in a wedding dress, acting like a bride?”
“Why don’t you tell me?” Phoenix posed.
“I don’t know why.” Eric’s eyes welled with tears.
“I want you to think on it.” Phoenix gave Eric’s leg a squeeze. “So, you are taking the day off from being a girl. Should I excuse you from activities today so that you can stay in the cabin?”
“No.” Eric said slowly. “I want my friends; I need my friends. I’m just… just… I don’t know, just confused.”
“It’s alright.” Phoenix smiled. “However, if you decide to go back to being a boy, and that is perfectly all right, I’m going to have to know so that I can make arrangements for you to go to a different cabin, or something.”
“Or home,” Eric finished.
“Or home.” Phoenix agreed. “You work this out, okay? And come see me if you have questions. I’m a counsellor; I’m here to help you.”
“Thanks Phoenix.”
Phoenix embraced him with a big hug. “Why don’t you take a quiet walk around the lake? I’ll talk to the girls. Besides, Liberty looked as if he missed you this morning.”
Eric pulled on his Converse shoes and took the back trail down to the lake.
Why was he the bride in the dream? Why had he been getting all giddy in the dream? In the dream, as Erika, he was comfortable, why? And his mother was there, and happy, and all lovey-dovey? Giving Erika grandma’s pearl necklace?
Eric shook his head. It’s not as if he was seeing the future. It was just a dream. So why was he so bothered by it?
Eric thought back to the first few days of camp. He had been terrified of being found out; terrified of being exposed as an impostor. The clothes felt funny, the makeup felt weird, and he didn’t know what to say or how to act. Then there was the strange incident where Erika was asked out by Josh. Terrified was too light of a word for that; petrified was more suitable. And then Josh kissed him. A shiver of nastiness rolled over his body.
After that, Eric was starting to enjoy his role as Erika. Being caught and sent home was still at the back of his mind, but as Erika she started making friends. It had been so long since someone was willing to befriend Eric; so long since anyone would trust Eric–years since Eric could trust anyone other than Summer.
Erika then had to deal with the vindictive, frightened Victoria and her neurotic fear of having Eric in the cabin. That had been a nightmare. That was the second lowest point in Eric’s life, only Summer’s suicide ranked worse.
Eric’s mind spun, as he recalled the last three weeks: The special time with Samantha; the memorable Fourth of July; the shopping trips into town with the girls and experiencing the pleasures of pedicures.
He recalled coming to the realization that Samantha was no longer the girl of his dreams and finding the strength to end the relationship; finding a true, dear, friend in Tricia and learning to be comfortable in strange situations or environments.
But was that Eric’s life or Erika’s? Could he distinguish between the two? Should he?
Eric was surprised to find that he had already made a circuit of the lake. The familiar noise of breakfast could be heard from the dining hall. Eric’s stomach grumbled, but he wasn’t ready to face the other campers. Not yet. He walked up to the back door of the kitchen and peeked inside.
Sheila and her helpers had already started cleaning up after making the breakfast. Sheila looked up. “Well hello.” She gave Eric a confused smile.
“Hi, Sheila.” Eric forced a smile. “I was um… hoping to grab a bite from back here.”
“Does your counsellor know where you are?” Sheila asked trying to place the camper’s face with a name.
“Kind of. She sent me out on a walk. I was supposed to meet back up with my cabin for breakfast, but I’m really not in the mood to join the ruckus.”
“Who’s your counsellor?”
“Phoenix.”
The name clicked. “Erika, right?” Sheila stepped forward.
“Yes.”
“Grab one of those muffins. I’ll tell Phoenix that you’ll meet her back at the cabin.”
“Thank you, Sheila.”
“Just don’t make me out to be a liar. Be in your cabin,” she warned.
Eric nodded, grabbed a muffin and a bottle of juice offered by one of the helpers and ducked back out of the kitchen.
The sun mottling the ground promised a hot day. There would definitely be a lot of water activities planned for the afternoon. Eric made his way back to Columbine; back to a place of solace–refuge. He shook his head. It was Erika’s refuge.
He sat on the front steps of the cabin, enjoying the sporadic song of the birds and squirrels as he tore bits of muffin and put them in to his mouth. He looked down at what he was doing and swore. Girls ate muffins that way, tearing off pieces to savor each bite. Guys bit into them, wolfing them down and looking for more. He sank his teeth into the muffin taking a large bite and chewing it deliberately in a more masculine way.
It wasn’t long before he spied the ladies of Columbine chattering as they came up the trail. He slid off to one side of the steps so that they would be unimpeded in their entry.
“Hey, feeling better?” Samantha enquired.
Eric shrugged.
“Let me know if you need anything. Okay?” She made direct eye contact with him.
He may not still be in love with her, but she was still a vision to behold. Eric for lack of anything better to say, just nodded.
Samantha squeezed his shoulder as she passed and went into the cabin.
“Cramps getting any better, freak?” Rachel asked with actual concern in her voice.
“Rachel!” Dani and Phoenix both snapped.
“It’s all right,” Eric allowed. “She’s right, I am a freak.”
“She has no right treating you like that.” Phoenix glared at Rachel.
Eric caught Rachel’s hand and gave it a squeeze as she passed. Rachel was slightly startled by the gesture, but didn’t pull away.
“Get ready for the day.” Phoenix instructed the other girls shooing them into the cabin.
Phoenix stopped by Eric and held her gaze with concern. “Are you feeling any better?”
“I don’t know,” Eric answered honestly. “There is just so much going on in my mind. Part of me wonders if Erika is just a dream, another part wonders if Eric is the dream, or a nightmare.”
“I think they are both real–and both are right here, a part of you.” Phoenix put a hand against Eric’s heart. “I think they are both, who you are. Kind of like a house. Each house has different rooms; each room has a different use and a different personality. You just need to figure out what kind of siding you want; clap-board siding with gingerbread or hewn logs; maybe red brick? You know what I mean?”
“So Erika is the personality of some rooms and Eric others in the same house?” Eric asked for clarification.
Phoenix nodded with a smile.
“I just need to figure out what personality I want the exterior to represent, is that it?”
“It’s definitely a step in a direction.”
“We all have different rooms, and different exteriors. Look at Tricia, what kind of exterior does she have?”
Eric thought about it for a moment. “I think she is a pink and white Victorian with a white picket fence.”
Phoenix nodded. “I agree. What about Rachel?”
“Definitely a stone or brick house, strong, and sturdy but with some lacy curtains in the windows that only hint at her inner softness.”
Phoenix laughed softly. “Dani?”
Eric thought for a moment. “Tudor. Well-built. Steady, but a classic and elegant on the inside.”
“How about Krystal?”
“I see her kind of like a Victorian, but with muted colors and full of books.”
Phoenix nodded. “I see her as a library too.”
“What about me?” Katie asked from the door.
Phoenix and Eric both looked up; startled to see all of the girls standing there, listening in. smiles on their faces.
“Katie, I see you as a two story Ranch house,” Eric explained. “Timeless and simple. Maybe an oak tree out front and a field of wildflowers surrounding you.”
Katie beamed at the description.
“What about Victoria?” Tricia inquired. “What kind of house is she?”
Eric looked to Phoenix, then to Victoria. “Victoria’s a hard one. She can be like an adobe hacienda at times, formidable on the outside, comfortable on the inside. Other times, I see her as a contemporary house built of concrete and glass. Simple lines and bold colors, no nonsense.
Victoria contemplated that for a moment and nodded. “I can see that.”
“What about me?” Samantha whispered, almost afraid to ask.
“Samantha, I see you as a Southern Plantation house. All show on the outside, beautiful with elegant lines. Classic, brightly colored on the inside with parlors and studies up front, but rooms that need to be aired out and freshened up further inside.”
Samantha’s smile at the beginning of the description slid into a stiff stoic look.
Seeing the hurt, Eric tried to explain. “It’s the pain of losing Summer and not having time to repair and heal.”
Samantha nodded acknowledgement and turned away, back into the cabin.
“Okay, that’s enough of that.” Phoenix broke the silence that had fallen around them. “Victoria, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Two games of kickball back to back, one against Fir, the other against Lupine followed by a game of softball against Daisy.” she listed. “After lunch we meet up with Grizzly Adams.” The girls snickered at the name. “Then it is free time for a while followed by swimming.”
“Well, due to the promising heat today, the whole afternoon might be spent swimming,” Phoenix notified.
“I know you want the day off, Erika, but I hope you’ll join us for the morning’s games. We really need your help,” Rachel pleaded.
“After what you’ve said to her and how you’ve treated her today?” Tricia raised her voice. “You’ll be glad we don’t gang up on you and give you a pounding.”
“It’s all right, Tricia,” Eric said getting to his feet. “I just want a day off from being all girly-girl. Not from being with my friends.”
“All right, Columbine; let’s go kick some kick-ball butt.” Phoenix encouraged.
* * *
Okay, I’d like to find out what kind of house YOU think Eric/Erika is.
By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “I don’t know, it depends upon you.” Tricia looked into his eyes. “It depends upon whether you decide to be a boy or a girl.” |
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Eric sat at the table with Columbine cabin. The girls that he had spent most of the summer with were tired, sweaty and dirty. The kickball game with Fir was close. Rachel managed to tie it in the last inning then Krystal managed to kick a home run, getting Tricia in from first base and winning the game.
The game against Lupine was much easier–almost too easy. The girls started to slacken off on their game until Lupine made a rally half way through getting within a point of tying. The Ladies of Lavender had to step up and ended up winning by a few points.
Softball however, was a different story.
Already tired from two kickball games, they struggled against Daisy Cabin. They couldn’t run fast enough or hit the ball far enough. Rachel, spat, cussed yelled from all over the field. Columbine got within two points in the eighth inning, but ended up losing by one point. A supposed easy victory over Daisy ended up being a major loss.
“I can’t wait to dive into the lake,” Rachel voiced. “I stink horribly.”
“Phoenix, can we grab a quick shower before meeting with Grizzly Adams?” Tricia begged.
“As long as you are there on time,” Phoenix said then shrugged. “If you’re late however, we’ll lose cabin points.
“No one better be late,” Rachel grumbled. “We’ve already lost enough points today, losing to Daisy.”
“I must reek,” Eric muttered.
“Actually I think you smell good,” Tricia admitted shyly.
“Are you nuts?” Eric asked. “I’ve been sweating and diving in the grass and dirt, how can I possibly smell good.”
“Chemistry,” Tricia explained with a smile. “Call it pheromones if you want, when one person’s chemistry smells good to another it usually means something.”
“Oh.” Eric wrinkled his nose. “Well I still want to shower.”
“I know.” Tricia smiled. “Let’s just say that you stink pretty.”
Eric rolled his eyes.
The rest of the afternoon went pretty quickly. All of the girls of Columbine decided to shower before continuing their day so they quickly grabbed their things and washed the dirt, grime and sweat from their bodies.
Eric emerged from his shower stall wearing a pair of baggy cargo shorts and a ‘Black Parade’ T-shirt.
Due to the heat, Grizzly Adams gave a lecture on ways of keeping hydrated and even how to find or create water in hot climates. The heat was getting pretty uncomfortable. The girls spent more time fanning themselves and shifting to more comfortable shady positions until Grizzly took the hint, abandoning his Tarp over a pit trick to catch condensation and dismissed the girls early.
The Columbine girls trudged back to their cabin, already sticky and miserable.
“Free time followed by swimming,” Victoria announced, flopping on her bed. “Who all is for going to the lake?”
Everyone in the cabin voiced assent.
“How am I going to swim?” Eric asked Samantha.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m taking the day off from being a girl, and we’re all going swimming. I can’t exactly go wearing just some swim trunks, people will notice.”
“Well,” Samantha pondered. “You can do if a couple of different ways. You could just suck it up, be a girl for a couple of hours and wear your swimsuit, or you could wear a pair of your guy trunks over your swimsuit, you could even throw a T-shirt on over that, or you can just go in your guy trunks and a T-shirt. You did bring your guy trunks, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Or you could just, not swim,” she added. “You could say you’re on your cycle and you shouldn’t be in the lake.”
Dani, Katie and Tricia emerged from the bathroom in their swimsuits. Rachel, Victoria and Krystal went in with theirs.
Eric hadn’t considered the heat or the possibility of swimming when he made the decision to give Erika the day off and had no idea what kind of problems that would pose–until now.
He sighed, pushed himself off of Samantha’s bed and dug his trunks out of his suitcase, waiting until all of the girls had changed into their suits before taking his turn in the bathroom. He came out wearing blue trunks and his ‘Black Parade’ T-Shirt.
Technically they still had half an hour before their free time would start, but Phoenix led them down to the beach and to the lake early.
The redhead waved and smiled to Todd as he walked towards them.
So that’s why she didn’t mind coming early, Eric thought.
“Alright Krystal, today is the day that you learn how to swim,” Rachel insisted.
Krystal looked wary. “I don’t know.”
“Come on Krystal, we’ll all go out there and help you.” Dani took her hand and pulled her towards the water.
“You coming Erika?” Victoria asked.
Eric shook his head. “Not yet. I’m going to be meeting with someone and do some sketching.”
“Mind if I join you?” Tricia asked.
“It’ll be pretty boring,” Eric advised.
Tricia put her hand on Eric’s thigh. “That’s okay.”
Eric lay back on his towel in the sand and closed his eyes. “Could you wake me up in about twenty minutes?” he asked.
“Sure. That’s about all the sun I can take for a while anyway.”
A few minutes later, Eric felt a soft hand gliding over his stomach. “Time to wake up, sleeping beauty.”
Eric squinted his eyes open to see the pretty vision of Tricia smiling down at him. “Thanks Tricia.” He slowly sat up and sat there for a minute or two before getting up.
Eric and Tricia were in the dining hall just as the free period was beginning. The tall ceilings and ceiling fans managed to keep the dining area pretty comfortable. Eric led Tricia over to the corner with the couches and coffee tables and pulled out some paper that he had gotten from Victoria and a pencil.
“Oh you’re here.” Matt greeted, uncertain of himself.
“I said I would be,” Eric greeted. “Hot out isn’t it?”
“Maybe we should just put this on hold and go cool off,” Matt suggested.
Eric smiled. “No, we’re here now. Let’s see what kind of progress we can make.”
Matt took a seat opposite of Eric and Tricia. He looked nervous, uneasy.
“So, what’s your book about?” Tricia asked.
“Oh, it’s kind of stupid,” Matt said and shrugged.
“I’m sure it’s not. Tell us about it,” Eric encouraged.
“You really want to know?” Matt asked still uncertain.
“That is why we’re here. Come on Matt, I want to know. I haven’t drawn anything since I’ve been here, so this will be great for me.”
Matt sighed, nodded and launched into the premise of his book. It came out slow and painful at the beginning then Matt started to get into telling the two pretty girls sitting across from him. The story started to flow and weave a myriad of plots characters and themes.
“So kind of stupid, huh?”
“I think it’s a great story.” Tricia said enthusiastically and gave Matt a big smile. “You going to publish it?”
Matt shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t know if it’s marketable.”
“I think it is,” Eric told him. “I like that genre of stories, and I know that I’d buy it.”
Matt beamed. “Thanks.”
Eric pulled out the paper and pencil and started asking Matt questions about the main character. Not only about what they looked like, but how the character thought, what they would do in certain situations. He did this while his pencil flew over the paper. Tricia looked back and forth between what Matt was describing and what Eric was sketching.
Eric added a little extra detail and looked up at Matt. “This is only a rough idea. I’ll refine it later.”
“Sure, I understand.” Matt smiled. “I kind of do the same when I write.”
Eric leaned forward and handed the sketch over to Matt.
“Oh my God! This is so perfect!” Matt exclaimed. “Wow, I can’t believe you took my description and created a likeness so perfect.”
“So who’s next?” Eric asked.
“Free time is just about over.” Matt looked deflated.
“Tell you what,” Eric suggested. “I’ll meet with you right after dinner, and for a few minutes after breakfast to do this again. Okay?”
“Could you?”
Eric nodded.
“Awesome.”
“Meanwhile, I’ll work on this sketch and get it to a more finished state.”
“It’s practically perfect the way it is.” Matt protested.
“I can make it even better.” Eric promised.
The three campers left the dining hall. Eric and Tricia walked hand in hand down towards the beach and the lake.
“You really are talented.” Tricia stated.
“Thanks. It’s alright.” Eric shrugged.
“No, really. That was absolutely thrilling to watch.”
“The poor guy was so nervous.” Eric sighed.
“Why are guys like that?” Tricia asked. “They do that all the time when they’re with me.”
“Are you serious?” Eric questioned.
Tricia’s blonde head nodded.
“It’s because you are so beautiful,” Eric avowed. “Guys get nervous and scared by beautiful women. They get all tongue tied and afraid that they will do something or say something that will make you laugh at them, or not like them.”
Tricia shook her head. “That’s just silly.”
“But it’s true,” Eric told her.
Tricia stopped half way down the trail and faced Eric. Confused Eric just stared at her. She took his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers.
“Whoa, Lesbians.” A guy from Spruce cabin called out as he passed by.
Eric broke the wonderful kiss. “Are you?” he asked.
“Am I what?” Tricia asked.
“A lesbian.”
“I don’t know, it depends upon you.” Tricia looked into his eyes. “It depends upon whether you decide to be a boy or a girl.”
“What does that supposed to mean?” Eric was still confused.
“I like you.” She touched his heart. “I am beginning to think that it’s more than like.”
Eric blushed.
“If you decide to be a boy, then I’ll be straight. If you decide to be a girl, then I guess I’m a lesbian. No matter what you decide, no matter what exterior you choose to put on your house, I’ll buy it,” she said and smiled. “Because I like the interior.”
By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “I don’t think I could ever see you as ‘the plague’ again,” Victoria said with a grimace. “It’s too bad Erika can’t join us at school.” “Why?” “Because you’re really fun to hang out with.” |
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Eric shrugged. “Difficult, strange… confusing.”
“Did it help at all with your decision?”
“I don’t know. It was kind of hard being a guy when I had to wear these,” he said displaying his acrylic nails. “And these,” he remarked, pointing to his breast forms. “I couldn’t quite get away with not wearing them without calling attention to myself.”
Phoenix nodded understanding. “Back to being Erika tomorrow?” she asked.
“Yes,” Eric agreed. “But I want to reserve the right to have another day off before the end of camp.”
Phoenix grinned. “I think that is a fair request.”
“Just don’t go scratching and adjusting yourself next time,” Rachel called in mock disgust from across the cabin.
“Stay out of it,” Samantha defended.
“Leave her alone,” Tricia added.
“It’s alright, guys, she has a right to her opinion.” Eric ran his fingers through his hair.
“Not after she dropped a flour bomb on your head,” Samantha sneered.
“I didn’t get hurt,” Eric insisted.
“You could have,” Samantha pointed out.
“Alright, that is enough, girls; lights out.” Phoenix padded across to her bed and held her finger on the light switch.
“Night Phoenix,” Eric called out. His voice was followed by the others wishing the same thing.
“Good night girls, sweet dreams.” Phoenix pointed the last part of that at Eric before switching the lights off.
Eric lay in bed, thinking about the day. Did anything really change?
Not a whole lot, really.
The girls in the cabin were a bit more guarded with dressing in front of him as opposed to Erika. He still played sports about the same; said and did the same things. He tried to do things with a little more masculinity than he would have as Erika, but some of those things seemed a bit forced now. He didn’t apply make-up or dress in any of Erika’s clothing, but still he was accepted as Erika, by his cabin mates.
Did he feel different as a guy compared to as a girl?
A simple and plain ‘YES’ was the answer to that.
Why was that? He had already established that he did most all of the same things as a girl that he did as a guy, so why should it feel different?
Did he feel alien?
Not really. He’d been a girl for six weeks now. Before that, he’d been a guy for fifteen years. Alien–no; different–yes.
Did he act differently as a guy?
He didn’t think so. Well… maybe a bit. He didn’t feel as outgoing as a guy. He thought about that for a long while. Why didn’t he feel as outgoing? Was it conditioning?
As a guy, every time he spoke up, he was verbally beaten down or ignored. He didn’t excel at sports, which seemed to be important to being a guy. As a girl if Erika didn’t excel at a sport, it was accepted and no one thought differently about it. Erika would be better at other things.
Eric decided to question his cabin mates in the morning. How was he different as a guy versus a girl?
With that, Eric fell asleep, exhausted from the very long day.
Erika buried her head as the alarm went off. She felt like she had slept well, but she still felt a bit fatigued.
Samantha tapped her leg. “Come on sleepy head.”
“Alright; I’m coming,” Erika moaned. She slid out of bed and traded places with Victoria in the bathroom.
She dressed in her shorts and a light weight T-shirt and began slipping on her socks and tennis shoes.
“How did you sleep?” Tricia enquired.
“Like the dead. I don’t remember anything after my head hit the pillow last night,” Erika yawned.
Tricia smiled. “It’s good to have you back.”
“Tricia?” Erika asked.
“Huh?”
“How am I different as a guy?”
“You seem more comfortable with yourself as you are.” Tricia thought for a moment. “You are too introverted as a guy. I don’t know what you’re thinking and you seem very guarded.”
“Anything else?”
“Well? Hmmm,” Tricia replied, pondering the question. “I have only known you as Erika, so it’s kind of hard. Yesterday you seemed kind of depressed. I don’t know if that is how you always are as a guy, or if it was because you were lacking in sleep or if it was because of the bad dreams.”
“She was always that way as a guy,” Samantha butted in.
Erika grimaced.
“Come on, let’s get going,” Rachel called from outside the cabin.
Erika was sweaty and a bit out of breath by the time she had jogged around the lake. She lined up with the girls in the cabin and joined in with the sit-ups, crunches, pushups and stretches. Missing the previous morning’s exercise and the morning before really took its toll.
She along with the others grabbed their shower bags, and clothes for the day and headed off down to the showers. The other girls had relaxed around her, and showered at the same time as she did now, comfortable in the fact that she wouldn’t be trying to spy on them.
After shaving just about every bit of body hair, Erika turned the water temperature to cold, hoping that cooling off this morning, would help with the scorcher the afternoon was promising to be again today. She toweled off, and dressed in a skirt and light weight top before running a comb through her wet hair.
Back at the cabin, she borrowed a bottle of hot-pink nail lacquer from Tricia and painted her nails whilst waiting for the bathroom mirror.
“Want me to braid your hair?” Victoria asked.
“That would be great. It’s going to be a hot one today,” Erika replied and blew lightly on her nails.
Victoria quickly plaited her dark hair into two braids that helped to keep her hair off her neck.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Victoria admitted, speaking softly just for Erika’s ears. “I’ve kind of gotten used to having you around.”
“I was here yesterday,” Erika pointed out.
“It wasn’t the same. I don’t know why, but I just like you better as Erika,” Victoria explained. “It has nothing to do with ‘the plague’ either. I just really like Erika. Eric is so moody.”
“Eric, Erika; it’s still me,” Erika insisted.
Victoria shrugged. “Kind of–Eric is too internal. Too wound up. Erika is relaxed and more comfortable.”
“So what are we going to do when school starts?” Erika asked. “Are you going to go back to ignoring me, or seeing me as ‘the plague’?”
“I don’t think I could ever see you as ‘the plague’ again,” Victoria said with a grimace. “It’s too bad Erika can’t join us at school.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re really fun to hang out with.”
“But Eric isn’t?”
Victoria was quiet for a few long moments. “I think Eric is too busy wrapped up in his own world, trying to survive the next hour and too busy dealing with what others think about him. It’s kind of hard to relax and enjoy yourself around someone like that.”
“You know, I really don’t like being ‘the plague’,” Erika stated. “It’s not something I chose to be.”
“I know, I know,” Victoria defended. “It’s just that every school seems to have that odd person out; the one that doesn’t fit in.”
“You know, you could help with that.” Erika was practically glaring at her. “You could talk to those around you and let them know that I’m not that bad of a person and that the things that they do to me are hurtful.”
“I agree. I’m sorry,” Victoria agreed holding up a hand to ward off the verbal attack. “I’ll do what I can to help.”
Erika got up and took her turn in the bathroom, applying make-up. She finished with stroking her eye lashes with mascara, looked in the mirror at the pretty face staring back and sighed with relief.
“Why did I do that?” she asked herself. “Why would I feel better after putting on make-up?” She bit her glossy pouting lower lip.
She cleaned up her stuff and told herself that she was going to have a great day, before giving up the bathroom to Rachel.
Breakfast was fresh fruit, muffins; the usual cereal, toast and other things were also available.
“What’s on the agenda for today, Victoria?” Dani enquired
“This morning it’s basketball, followed by the rope course and then a bit of time with Grizzly Adams.” Victoria began listing. “Lunch, Arts and Crafts, soft ball then trail riding.”
“Trail riding might be called off if it’s too hot,” Phoenix interrupted. “It’s not good for the horses.”
“Then last of all, lake time,” Victoria finished off.
“Any free time in any of that?” Erika questioned.
“A bit after lunch as usual.” Victoria searched her brain. “If trail riding is called off, then we might be able to get some time then.”
The basketball game was a joke. Erika couldn’t dribble let alone shoot. Eric’s lack of athletic ability was one of the reasons why he had been dubbed ‘The Plague”.
Katie wasn’t much better. With her height, Rachel was hoping that she might have a bit of talent, but the tall model of a girl was uncoordinated. At times she looked to almost be in tears with frustration that she couldn’t be good at a sport that her genes had designed her for.
Dani would have been great, if she wasn’t so short. She could dribble, dodge and pass. However, the taller girls could cover her too well and kept her from shooting any baskets.
Tricia shouldn’t have even walked on the court. She shied away from the ball anytime it came close to her. She was afraid of ruining her manicure. She flinched and cringed every time anyone came near her let alone the ball. For some reason, Erika thought that her ultra-femininity was attractive.
That left Rachel, Samantha and Krystal. Samantha had played basketball in junior high, but found cheerleading much more to her liking. She was good if not a bit rusty. Rachel and Krystal had spent a lot of time the last few weeks on the court. They made a great team as Krystal with her weight could edge in near the basket and somehow knew where to pass it to Rachel so that the athletic one of the cabin could score time and time again.
Disappointed at the loss and sweaty so early in the morning, the girls dragged their weary limbs over to the rope course.
Erika’s exhaustion evaporated as Skyler pointed out a new, higher course that he had installed amongst the trees. His smile was contagious and Erika soon found herself in her element in the tree tops, winding her way through the course.
Katie had to sit down and not watch. Apparently even watching someone that high off the ground was causing her quite a bit of discomfort. Victoria just looked on with a mixture of awe and disdain, knowing that she was up next to do a less complex, lower course once Erika was done showing off.
Grizzly Adams took the girls down near the lake where they could sit in the shade of a large maple tree. A light breeze barely stirred the hot air. The lake did cool it off as it blew across it and it helped somewhat to keep the Columbine girls cooler.
Grizzly talked about sun stroke, and hydration a bit more. He showed them plants that would help protect against sunburn and plants that would help soothe it if you had gotten it. Aloe as most knew was the plant of choice.
He told them that many blacksmiths would grow a pot of it outside the forge to help alleviate their many mishaps. Train engineers of old would grow it at their train stops in case they got too close to the furnace.
“The best thing you can do if you get sunburn,” he paused, waiting for their undivided attention, “Is to take a hot shower.” He held up his hand to halt the oncoming protests. “I know, I know, it hurts like a son of a–like the devil, but only for about twenty seconds. “
“But you’re putting heat on top of a burn. That defeats the purpose,” Victoria protested.
“Ah but here’s the thing of it,” Grizzly smiled. “Your skin feels like it is burning because it has all of that heat trapped under the first couple of layers. If, however, you allow the pores to open, you’ll allow the heat to escape, alleviating most of the burning.”
“That just seems backwards,” Victoria continued. “Any time you get a burn, you’re supposed to cool it off, not heat it up.”
“Have you ever noticed that after sunburn that your skin feels all crackly and tight?” Grizzly asked.
“Yeah.”
“The hot shower helps get rid of that too. By opening the pores, it can allow the heat out, but also allows the skin to absorb moisture and retain its elasticity,” Grizzly went on. “Before you get too worked up, I already checked this all out with a well-known dermatologist. She agreed that hot showers are great, they hurt like hell, but they’re great. She also said that after the shower, to blot yourself dry, then apply a good amount of aloe to the affected areas. The open pores will suck the stuff in and help heal you faster.”
Lunch consisted of cold cuts laid out for everyone to make their own sandwiches. Sheila had also laid out a salad bar that had all of the main ingredients for a good salad.
“What are you going to do for the rest of our lunch time?” Tricia asked.
“I thought I’d go get that sketch and work on it for Matt. The cabin should be cool and quiet.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“It’ll be boring.”
Tricia shrugged. “I’ll take a nap.”
Erika pulled the sketch out of her drawer and sat on Tricia’s cot, Tricia curled up next to her, watching her as she began to detail the sketch into a more finished piece.
Time drifted away from her as she lost herself into her drawing. The cabin disappeared into a blurry nothingness as her focus sharpened on her work. Her heart-rate slowed, her breathing deepened, relaxed and comfortable.
“Time to go,” Tricia announced tapping Erika’s arm.
“Huh?”
“It’s time to go to arts and crafts. Didn’t you hear Katie?”
“No.” Erika looked up from her drawing to Tricia’s pretty face.
“Katie just poked her head in to call us. We need to get going.”
“Okay,” Erika sighed. She really missed drawing; missed her mind drifting off to nowhere, as her hands and eyes danced together in a complex string of steps to an unheard orchestra. She put the sketch away and followed Tricia out to Amber’s set up.
“Has anyone ever done any carving?” Amber asked of the group.
“What kind of carving?” Erika asked.
“Whittling.”
“I used to with my grandfather.”
“Good. What was the very first rule he told you when carving.” Amber asked.
Erika paused, thinking back to sitting on the back porch with her grandfather. “Always cut away from you.”
“That’s the one.” Amber beamed. “Always cut away from you,” She reiterated and demonstrated with a piece of wood and a knife.
“What are we carving?” Rachel asked.
“Spoons.”
Dani looked horrified and confused. “Spoons?”
Amber gave each of the girls a piece of wood that had a vague spoon shape to it. She then took one of the knives and started working on the blank, showing them how to cut away the excess and smooth the surface by dragging the blade perpendicular to the piece. Next, she took out a small chisel and quickly showed them how to slowly create a bowl to form the spoon.
“Each of you grab a knife and put enough space between you and your neighbor so that you aren’t slicing at them while you carve.”
As the girls worked their blanks of wood, paring them down into kitchen utensils, Amber told them of a person that she knew who would make the most beautiful and delicate spoons and forks from tree branches. How he would start with a hatchet and work his way down to something as thin as their tableware in the dining hall, and never having to use sand paper to make it as smooth as glass.
Erika found carving the spoon to be almost as relaxing as drawing. She zoned out, not paying much attention to the other’s conversation and withdrew into herself, trying to figure out who or what she was. It was hard to think so deeply, because she was so relaxed. Her mind kept drifting off to nothingness like when she sketched.
The two cabins met out on the large soft ball field for their match. The hot sun beat down on the dried yellow grass. Grasshoppers rubbing their legs together sounded a chorus of something that wasn’t quite chirping. As they stepped out onto the grass, they could feel the oven-like temperature. The grasshoppers under foot took to wing and fluttered without grace to a safe distance. It was difficult to breathe the hot air.
Rachel met with the other cabin’s leader and after a few minutes of discussion, decided to call it a draw and both teams sought the comforts of the shade of the tall evergreen trees.
“Alright ladies, if you aren’t going to play ball, then let’s head back to the cabin.” Phoenix herded them.
“Riding is cancelled isn’t it?” Victoria asked.
Phoenix nodded her head.
“Can we just go on down to the lake and cool off?” Dani looked hopeful.
“There is a class going on down there right now.” Phoenix shook her head. “It wouldn’t be fair to them if we barged in on their private time. Let’s hang out here in the cool of the cabin.”
Erika noticed Krystal reach for a book so she picked up her sketch book again and began again where she had left off.
“That is so amazing.” Tricia commented glancing over Erika’s shoulder. “How can you make someone look so real when it is just pulled from your imagination?”
“I don’t know.” Erika shrugged. “It just happens.”
“All right, girls, let’s get ready for the lake.” Phoenix finally relented.
Dani was lying on her bed. “Thank you, I was dying in here.”
“Think Matt will like it?” Erika bit her lip.
“He’d better.” Tricia grinned. “If he doesn’t then I’ll take it and he can just go jump in a lake.”
“That’s my plan.” Dani intruded. “Jump in and cool off.”
Once all of her cabin-mates had changed, Erika took her suit and went into the bathroom and changed into hers.
She posed in front of the mirror, turning around and looking over her shoulder at how the suit fitted then turned back towards the mirror.
“You look like a girl,” she muttered quietly, the conversations earlier coming back into her mind. “You look like a girl; sound like a girl; walk, talk, eat and sleep with girls, but are you truly a girl?”
She posed one more time and looked at herself critically.
“Or,” she wondered. “Is this just a case of the grass being greener on the other side?”
By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B Oh my god, he wants a hug, her brain screamed. It’s alright; at least it’s not a kiss. Go on, you’ll be fine. |
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Camp Kumoni 59
Matt was thrilled with the finished sketch of his main character.
He shook his head in wonderment. “It’s almost like you brought what I wrote to life. You are incredible, Erika.”
Erika blushed from the praise. Tricia was wowed by her drawings and now Matt, yet before camp, the only other person who didn’t make fun of Eric’s drawings was Summer.
“I need you to help describe the next character,” she urged.
With pencil and pad in hand and Matt’s assistance, she began a rough sketch of the next character.
“Okay, Matt. That is all I need for now.” she looked up from her bed with a smile. “I can’t promise as quick a turnaround as the first one.”
“Oh any time before camp is over will be fine.” Matt beamed. “You have no idea how much this helps me.” He came closer and put his hands out to his sides.
Oh my god, he wants a hug, her brain screamed. It’s alright; at least it’s not a kiss. Go on, you’ll be fine.
She spread her arms and was immediately engulfed by his. He didn’t appear to be trying to prove something with his strength as Josh had; he just seemed to want to share with her, the warmth and companionship of a friend. Erika breathed in his scent. It wasn’t overly spicy, nor was it too sweet. She thought it was actually quite pleasant.
Briefly, he ran his hands over her back, not in sexual way, but much like Samantha or Tricia would. He then pulled back and smiled. “Thanks Erika.”
She grinned back. “You’re welcome.”
Did she actually enjoy the hug from this boy? It didn’t cause any physical reaction like hugging Samantha had once done, but it wasn’t gross and slightly awkward like hugging a cousin or dad either.
“Where are you headed now?” he asked.
“To put this in my cabin then I’m heading down to the lake to cool off.”
“Mind if I escort you to your cabin?” he enquired. “I need to go that way to put this work of art in a safe place.”
“Sure, I guess.” she shrugged. “I’m a big, ah… girl. I can make it to my cabin on my own. I can even cross the street without holding hands.”
The two walked out of the dining hall into the overbearing heat. They were in the shade of the tall evergreen trees, and it was like a furnace. She imagined that the beach next to the lake must be hot enough to start to turn to glass.
“So, looking forward to the dance?” he asked.
“Not really,” she admitted. “It’s just another social occasion to feel out of place in.”
“How could you feel out of place anywhere?” he was bewildered.
Erika sighed. “Oh, you’d be surprised.”
“You’re kidding, right? A girl as beautiful and as friendly as you? You’d fit in anywhere. It’s awkward guys like me, who tend to be a fish out of water at those kinds of things.”
“Believe me, Matt. I know exactly how you feel. Truly I do.”
She caught him rolling his eyes in disbelief.
There was a moment of awkward silence until he finally found his nerve. “Could you, I mean, would you save a dance for me?” he asked. “I mean if you’re not already overloaded with guys asking you.”
“I would love to, Matt.” She smiled on the outside, but inside her brain was screaming at her. What are you saying? You can’t dance, you moron. You just promised this guy to dance? You are going to make fools out of both of you.
Matt looked up at Columbine Cabin. “I’ll meet you back here in just a minute; I’ll go put this away,” he said before he dashed off through the trees with his paper prize.
Erika hopped up the steps to Columbine and put the rough sketch in a safe place then went to the bathroom and peed before going down to the lake. She smiled at the cute braids that Victoria had put in her hair as she washed her hands. She shook her head side to side and delighted in how they swung and bounced.
Erika grabbed her towel and exited the cabin to see Matt waiting for her, slightly out of breath but smiling.
“Sorry, I had to use the bathroom,” she apologized.
He smiled. “No problem.”
The two walked towards the lake in silence. It was so hot out that even the birds were quiet. The squirrels were too lethargic to scamper amongst the branches, or along the forest floor. The only sound was the constant high-pitched chirping of some insects that seemed to be in mating season or something.
“So, I was wondering if I could e-mail you sometime after camp,” Matt asked.
“I don’t see why not.” she agreed. She was going to be e-mailing plenty of other people from camp, such as Katie, Rachel, Derek and Dani. “I’ll write it on the back of this next sketch. Is that alright?”
“That would be great,” he agreed.
The sand at the lake was nearly as hot as she thought it would be. The only reason it wasn’t any hotter, was because of all the beach towels and sun bathing bodies spread out over it.
Erika watched as Tricia skipped across the high dive and flipped gracefully into the water.
“See you later, Matt?”
“Sure. Remember, you promised me a dance.”
She smiled. “I won’t forget.” On the inside however, she cringed.
Erika slipped off her flip-flops next to her towel and padded out on to the dock. Even the age-grayed wood of the dock was hot, but the wet spots where people had stepped from the lake were cooler. Erika skipped from one to the next, making her way out to where Tricia, Katie and Samantha were.
“Good, you made it.” Samantha greeted. “I was wondering if I should come looking for you.”
Erika’s breath seemed to stop in her chest. Would she ever get over the beauty of this blonde cheerleader? Even without makeup and hair dripping wet, Samantha could take a guy’s breath away. “I wasn’t that long–was I?” Erika managed to reply. “How is the water?”
“It’s alright.” Katie splashed some up at her. “It’s refreshing, but it seems hot too.”
Erika took a breath and dove into the water a few feet from Katie, hoping to catch her in the splash to get back at her. The top foot and a half of the water seemed warm, almost as if someone had peed in it. Under that layer though, the lake seemed much cooler.
She resurfaced and caught a splash of water in the face.
“Ha! That’ll teach you.” Katie called at her.
Erika swam to the ladder and climbed back up onto the dock, watching as Tricia had just gotten back up to the top of the high dive. The pretty blonde took a couple of quick steps towards the end and spun forward in the air. She stretched, straightening as she neared the water and barely made a splash as she entered.
Erika climbed the ladder to the high dive. She took a deep breath and looked around. The last time she had been up here, she had ended up on a back board, bound for the hospital. Her heart raced a bit.
“Whoa, hold on there, Erika!” Todd ordered.
“Come on, Todd. Please don’t ban me from the high dive,” Erika pleaded. “I need to make at least one dive from here to get over that bad experience.”
“One dive with no fancy stuff, young lady,” he directed.
Erika walked out towards the end of the board and looked out over the lake. It seemed like everyone who was playing in the water or playing on the beach, stopped and stared at her.
She tried to still her pounding heart and felt her face redden as all of those eyes watched her at the end of that high bouncy board. She bounced a few times then launched herself into the air. She took a deep breath and cut the surface of the water,
Her heart was still pounding when surfaced, but already it was calming down.
“How do you feel?” Todd asked.
“Better, thanks Todd. Can I do it again?” she asked as she did the breast stroke to the ladder.
“Hold on, I’ve got something for you.” He turned and disappeared into one of the storage lockers on the end of the dock.
She joined Tricia at the base of the high dive.
“You did good,” Tricia congratulated. “Barely a splash.”
“Thanks.”
“Here you are, Twinkle Toes.” Todd handed her a helmet used for white water rafting.
“Ha, ha. Very funny.”
“If you want to use MY high dive on MY lake, you’d better use that.”
“But I’ll look like a moron,” she protested.
Todd shrugged. “Better a moron than bleeding all over my lake.”
“Are you serious, Todd?”
“Yes. No helmet, No high dive.”
Tricia smiled. “Actually, Erika, I think it’s a good idea.”
“Huh?” How could she?
“This way, I can safely show you how to do some of the more difficult dives.”
Todd rolled his eyes. But didn’t’ say anything as he went back to his lifeguard duties, watching for drowning victims.
Erika shifted on top of her covers again. The cabin was hot and sticky. It hadn’t been this hot the morning before. She rolled over and looked at the clock. It was one in the morning.
“I can’t sleep,” Rachel complained in loud whisper. “It’s too damned hot.”
“I’m hot too,” Dani agreed.
“I’m melting,” Krystal sighed.
“Phoenix, are you still awake?” Rachel asked.
“Of course, I don’t know if anyone can sleep in this heat.”
“I had an idea,” Rachel paused.
“What is it?” Phoenix groaned, unsure she wanted the answer.
“Since it is so hot, why don’t we go down and take a midnight swim?”
Silence fell over the cabin.
“Other than we shouldn’t be outside of our cabin after lights out, I don’t have a problem with it.” Phoenix concluded. “Besides, if I go with you, you’ll be supervised, so it should be okay.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Phoenix sat up. “I think it might be fun.”
“Not to the beach though,” Rachel stated. “It’ll create too much noise.”
“There is that little spot halfway down the other side,” Victoria offered. It’s a small sandy spot. We pass it every morning during our exercise.”
“Perfect,” Rachel agreed.
The cabin exploded into action as the girls jumped out of their beds and grabbed the few flashlights that they had.
“I really don’t want to put my swimsuit back on,” Dani complained.
“Just go in your panties and t-shirt,” Rachel offered. “I think I’ll do the same. It’s not like anyone is going to see.”
“Won’t that be kind of weird?” Dani asked.
“Haven’t you ever gone swimming without a swimsuit?” Katie asked.
“No.”
“My friends and I used to skinny-dip every summer down in the creek.”
“Not in the cow pond?” Victoria chuckled.
“Gross.” Katie cringed. “Do you know what cows do in those ponds?”
“I can imagine.” Victoria made a face.
Erika pulled on a pair of shorts, slipped on her flip-flops and followed the others as they silently slipped out of their cabin and down the trail.
She thought it was quiet earlier in the afternoon. Now it was like the earth was dead. The silence was almost eerie. Every step that they took sounded like trash cans banging against one another to her ears. The girls made it around to the small beach that Victoria had suggested, and slipped off their sandals.
Katie ran and splashed into the lake. She dove under the water and came up. “Ahh. That is more like it,” she called to the shore.
Erika peered out into the lake but due to the sliver of moon, could only just make out a fuzzy grey and white image of Katie.
Rachel, followed by Dani then the rest of the girls charged into the water.
“Aren’t you going in, Erika?” Phoenix asked.
“I don’t know if I should.”
“Well if you’re going to stay on shore, you can guard the flashlights.” Phoenix handed her a flashlight and ran out and dove in.
The girls splashed, giggled and played around in the water. Erika sat on shore and listened to the conversations that they were having.
“Erika, aren’t you coming in?” Tricia asked.
“I don’t know if I should,” Erika called out into the darkness.
“Oh, come on. The water feels great,” Tricia teased.
“Come on in,” Samantha called out. “You’re one of us.”
“I don’t know,” Erika replied sounding doubtful.
“Who wants Erika to join us?” Rachel called.
The darkness erupted with cries of agreement that they wanted Erika to join them.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming. Keep your shirts on,” Erika finally relented.
“Why?” Katie asked. A wet plop sounded next to Erika on the shore.
“Was that your shirt?” Dani asked.
“Yes.” Katie answered. “It was feeling ‘wrong’; clinging and floating around me. It’s so dark out here. No-one can see anything anyway.”
A couple of more plops sounded next the first one.
“Come on, Erika,” Tricia urged. “Drop your top and join us.”
“You sure you won’t mind?”
“Get your fake boobs in here, Erika,” Rachel growled.
Erika slipped out of her top, listened for a quiet spot in the lake and dashed into the water towards that spot so that she didn’t run into or trip over anyone. The water felt much more refreshing than it had that afternoon.
“I’m glad you joined us,” the soft voice of Tricia said from beside her.
“I just don’t want to make anyone in the cabin uncomfortable,” Erika cited.
“We know. You have been extremely careful with respecting everyone’s privacy, but it’s like Katie said–no-one can see much of anything out here.”
Erika felt Tricia’s warm hand on the side of her face. The next thing she felt were Tricia’s lips pressing softly against hers. She found herself kissing back as their lips began exploring one another’s.
Erika felt incredibly constricted between her legs, but at this point she didn’t care. Tricia’s lips felt so good; she smelled so good–even over the scent of the lake water and trees, she smelled good and as the water cooled her down, her blood, charged with hormones heated up.
Tricia slowly pulled away then leaned her forehead against Erika’s and smiled. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” she whispered. “Especially when you were wearing that dorky helmet while diving.”
“What?” Erika was confused. “Seriously?” How could that of all things be a turn on?
“You looked so cute,” she confessed and smiled. “I don’t know why, you just did.”
“You’re weird,” Erika said.
“Probably,” Tricia agreed kissing Erika’s nose then her intoxicating lips found Erika’s again.
“Don’t get too carried away over here,” Phoenix cautioned from nearby.
“We aren’t,” Tricia quickly replied. Then to Erika with a snicker. “She’s just jealous Todd isn’t here.”
“Tricia, I have a favor to ask, but I’m afraid you’re going to laugh at me,” Erika rushed.
“What is it?” Tricia inquired seriously.
“I don’t know how to dance,” Erika admitted. “Could you show me how?”
Tricia giggled quietly. “You are so cute. Of course, I’ll show you.”
“In private,” Erika added.
“As you wish,” Tricia agreed. She leaned forward and caressed Erika’s lips again.
“Alright, girls,” Phoenix called getting their attention. “We need to start heading back. It’s quite late.”
“I’ll stay here until you have your tops back on,” Erika volunteered.
“Good idea,” Phoenix nodded.
Begrudgingly the girls walked up onto the shore and found their soaking wet shirts. They swore as they pulled the cool tops over their heads and adjusted the clinging fabric to their curves.
“Alright Erika,” Phoenix called.
Erika joined them on the beach and quickly pulled her dry shirt on.
Already they were feeling cooler as they headed back towards the cabins.
“Shhhh,” Rachel suddenly hissed, as they began to re-enter the camp.
Everyone came rapidly to a halt.
“What is it?” Victoria whispered back.
“The kitchen door is open and the light is on.”
“Let’s go see who it is,” Phoenix suggested. “We don’t need anyone steeling food or worse, wild animals getting into the kitchen and tearing things up.”
The girls quietly made their way to the kitchen. Phoenix and Rachel took the lead and popped their head around the door to get a quick look. They quickly pulled their head back out. Rachel smiled at Phoenix who stepped into the doorway.
“What ya doing?” She asked with a big, knowing smile on her face.
“Oh God!” came an exclamation. “God, Phoenix, you scared the crap out of me.” It was Sheila’s voice. “It was too hot to sleep.” She took a deep calming breath to try and slow her heart down.
Rachel popped her head over Phoenix’s shoulder. “Can we join you?”
“Couldn’t sleep either?” Sheila asked.
“We just took a dip in the lake,” Phoenix explained.
“Come on in,” Sheila invited.
Erika joined the rest of the Columbine girls in the Camp kitchen.
“Grab some bowls,” Sheila offered. “And close the door. We don’t want everyone down here.”
Erika finally saw what was going on. Sheila was enjoying a late-night bowl of ice cream.
Katie grabbed a bunch of bowls, while Dani washed off the scooper and warmed it under hot water.
“There’s chocolate syrup in the fridge,” Sheila informed. “Help yourselves.”
Rachel scooped ice cream out into a bowl. “This is why you always make friends with the camp cook.”
The Lavender Ladies of Columbine cabin leaned up against the stainless steel of the kitchen and savored the cold creamy treat.
“If you decide to go out for another late night swim, can you let me know?” Sheila asked.
Phoenix smiled. “Sure.”
Erika shifted in bed. The ice cream had really put the icing on the cake–so to speak. It cooled down her core, while the lake cooled down her exterior. She drifted off into a much easier sleep, wondering if someone had thought to turn off the morning’s alarm.
“What’s wrong!?” Tricia demanded. “Erika!” She grabbed Erika’s arm and pulled her to a stop. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to go through this again,” Erika sobbed. “What are you talking about?” “I don’t want to be the plague of Camp Kumoni too.” By Anistasia Allread Edited and spruced up by Nick B |
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Camp Kumoni 60
Erika lightly held Tricia’s hand, watching through the bus window as the green fir trees sped past. The past few days had been filled with sluggish business and heat–lots and lots of heat. It had been so hot that the Forest Service came by and met with each of the cabins to talk about fire safety and responsibility. They also put an end to any further bonfires* that might have been planned, which was the responsibility part.
Cabin Columbine wasn’t the only cabin slipping out at night for cooling swims. Other cabins came to the same conclusion and with the consent of their counselors started sneaking out to partake of the cool waters of the lake.
The first cabin caught by Hobbs was ordered back to their cabin and told that they wouldn’t be able to join in following day’s free time, but before the punishment was carried out, it was decided that a night swim before bed might be a nice way to cool off prior to getting some sleep. Todd and his lifeguards were ordered to set up floodlights on the docks. Hobbs figured it would be safer to have everyone swimming together, than cabins sneaking out individually to cool off.
Katie scowled. “It takes all of the fun out of it.”
She wasn’t the only girl disappointed at this announcement as Erika too enjoyed the late-night trips to the lake in the dark.
Her cabin had fallen into a routine. Once the lights had gone out, they would lie in bed, sweating and listening to the crickets singing outside until Phoenix finally had enough and decided it was time.
Dressed in only T-shirts and panties, the girls would scurry from the lighted front of the cabin to the safety of the deep shadows thrown by the trees. There they relaxed at not being caught leaving. Only the silence of the crickets at their passing and the soft crush of dried, brown grass marred their stealth.
As they scurried towards the cool waters, Victoria or Samantha would dart over and knock quietly on Sheila’s door. If she was awake or if she desired to, she would grab her towel and join the girls as they quietly made their way to the lake.
Erika would wait patiently on shore until all were in the water, then she would join them for a while as they splashed, romped and played in the lake. Every so often, Tricia would swim up and would give Erika’s hand a squeeze, or throw her arms around her for a skin to skin hug in the water. Once or twice, she even dared to steal a kiss, causing Erika’s skin to heat, her blood race and her thoughts to range no further than the pretty blonde in pink.
Once they had enough, Sheila, when she was with them, would invite them back to the kitchen for a bowl of ice-cream, which helped just as much as the dip in the lake for cooling off.
Any free time during the day that she had, Erika would spend with her drawing pad, sketching. More often than not, Tricia was nearby, watching discreetly over Erika’s shoulder. Other times she was sitting at a table with Matt, loosely sketching ideas as he described them to her. A lot of the time, his guidance of the character’s looks would tangent off into other subjects. Erika was finding a rather smart, gifted and nice person in Matt. If they had been at school together, they might have been best friends. Matt however, lived a state away, too far for casual contact.
On occasion, while the whole camp was down at the lake either basking in the hot sun on the beach or swimming, Tricia would take Erika’s hand and lead her into the security of the forest. When she first arrived, Erika hardly thought of the forest as a secure place. Now however, she was comfortable and even relished in its seemingly deep mysteries.
Tricia led them to a small opening in the trees. She looked around, picked up a large branch and tossed it into the undergrowth before facing Erika. “Okay, to dance, one must trust their partner. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
Tricia stood before Erika. “Hmm, who should lead?”
“You should, I don’t know how to dance.”
“I mean should I teach you to lead in dancing.”
“Does it make a difference?”
“Kind of. If you are Eric, then YOU need to lead. If you are dancing as Erika then you need to learn to follow.”
“Oh my God, I’m confused already and we haven’t even started.”
“I think I’ll teach you the very basics, just enough to get you through this first dance.”
“Thank you.”
“You however, will need to learn to lead,” Tricia instructed.
“Whatever, just help me so that I don’t look like a fool,” Erika pleaded.
Tricia spent a good five minutes showing Erika how to stand and where to put her arms. “When you dance as a guy, you will need to put your hands like I’ll be doing.”
She then patiently, ever so slowly, took Erika through a simple box step of the waltz.
Erika lost track of how many times she stepped on poor Tricia’s feet, she felt like a bull in a china shop next to the petite blonde. By the end of the session Erika was able to do the steps without moving her lips as she counted.
“Okay, I’m done torturing you for the day.” Tricia announced. “I hope the lake will help reduce the swelling in my feet as well as cool me off.”
“I’m so sorry, Tricia,” Erika felt miserable at how clumsy she felt. How Samantha and Tricia made it look so effortless she would never know.
The bus pulled into its usual parking spot and the counselors gave their usual speeches about behaving themselves and representing Camp Kumoni. Once that was done, they exited the bus and made way to the laundry.
Erika had drawn first shift this time. Once they had all started up the washers, the girls took off. Krystal was to relieve her in thirty minutes. At that time, Samantha and Tricia were to take her shopping for a dress for her first dance.
The other cabins had liked Columbine’s idea for taking care of the laundry and even the guys were taking shifts watching their clothes, and machines.
“You’re Erika, from Columbine cabin, right?” a pretty voice said from nearby.
Erika looked up to see a girl from Daisy cabin. She was almost as pretty as Samantha. You could tell she spent a lot of her free time soaking up the sun. Her golden tan and sun highlighted, long, brown hair were practically perfect. Erika suddenly didn’t know if she should be attracted to this girl or jealous of her natural beauty.
Erika realized that she hadn’t greeted, or even answered the girl’s question. “Yes, I’m Erika.” She managed not to sound too stupid. “I’m sorry, you just caught me off zoning out.”
“Hi Erika, I’m Ashley, from Daisy.” She invited herself to sit next to Erika. “It looks like you and I are the two front runners for Camp queen this year.”
“Huh?” Erika was puzzled. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, your cabin has voted for you, obviously.” She explained. “You seem to have the camp geeks and nerds at your beck and call. They almost worship you; you know. A few other girls have voted for you because of how you handled Josh. I’m sure that he will never look at duct tape the same way ever again. The unknowns are how the other guys in camp will vote. Some will admire you for being a strong girl and getting rid of a guy they felt threatening. Others will look at you and see a bitter threat.” She paused. “Me? I just see another pretty girl looking for popularity.” She looked at Erika’s chest. “Those aren’t real, are they?” It was statement, not a question.
Erika suddenly felt more exposed than she had in a very long time. Ashley didn’t wait for an answer or even further conversation, she just stood up and walked away snickering.
Erika could feel her face turning red with embarrassment. Feelings of being the plague, crushed down over her. She could feel her eyes stinging with tears. She couldn’t let that Ashley girl see her cry. She just couldn’t. She blinked them back and tried to sit casually, but now she was so conscious of her body, that she didn’t know what casual was. Erika forced herself to stand and to physically check the washers in front of her.
Using her peripheral vision, she glanced over at Ashley. The beautiful girl that Erika thought attractive a few minutes before transformed into a monster that had Josh’s head attached to it. Ashley had her head close to another girl from another cabin and was whispering to her; whispering and pointing towards Erika.
Erika’s heart began to shrink in on itself. She could see herself taped to a flagpole, exposed just like ‘The Plague’ had been, only instead of being in front of the whole school it was in front of the whole camp.
She wanted to run. She wanted to scream and run out into the street and–and what?
And do something bad?
Throw herself in front of a truck?
Too dramatic, she thought.
Run down the road and keep on running?
But run to where?
The only place she had felt safe in the past few years was in Columbine cabin.
She wasn’t going to let Ashley see her cry. No one would ever see her cry who she didn’t want too. That was the rule Eric had. Why couldn’t she borrow it from him?
The minutes seemed to crawl as she waited for Krystal to show up. As soon as she saw Krystal’s familiar stride with a book in front of her face, she walked briskly to the door.
“Thanks Krystal,” she said, gratefully and forced herself to walk past the front of the laundry. Once she was three steps beyond, she began to run. She didn’t know where she was running to, she just ran.
“What’s wrong!?” Tricia demanded. “Erika!” She grabbed Erika’s arm and pulled her to a stop. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to go through this again,” Erika sobbed.
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t want to be the plague of Camp Kumoni too.”
“Catch your breath. Come on, let’s step in here.” Tricia pulled Erika into a store. “Start from the beginning. What happened since we left you in the laundry?”
“Well, hello there,” a familiar voice greeted.
Erika looked up to see Sasha coming out of a back room. She ran across the salon and wrapped her arms around the hairstylist and sobbed.
“Whoa, hold on there. What is going on?” he looked from Erika to Tricia.
“I was trying to find out.” Tricia shrugged.
“Come and sit down.” Sasha guided Erika to a salon chair and forced her to sit. “Tell us what’s happening.”
Erika told them about the brief encounter with Ashley and how the girl from Daisy realized that Erika was wearing breast forms. How the girl snickered as she walked off and was whispering to another girl in the laundry.
“Oh, she pulled a number on you, didn’t she?” Sasha stated. He handed Erika a Kleenex.
“She was just trying to get under your skin,” Tricia agreed. “She’s pulling one of the oldest, dirtiest tricks in the gossip department.
“She’s succeeded.” Erika blotted at her eyes, “Now the whole camp will know that I’m wearing breast forms.”
“It’s not that bad.” Sasha soothed.
“Did you all vote for me?” Erika ignored all else and looked at Tricia.
“Well, yes.” Tricia begrudged. “We got together and talked about it. We thought that it would be kind of cool, if you of all the girls at camp were made Camp queen.”
“Really?” she asked awed her heart swelling.
Tricia nodded.
Erika suddenly threw her arms around the blonde and hugged her tightly.
“All’s well that ends well.” Sasha shrugged.
“That still doesn’t fix this problem.” Erika pulled back from Tricia. “What am I going to do? They are forms, so I can’t lie. Next thing you know, she’ll be telling the camp that I’m a guy.”
Tricia squeezed Erika’s thigh. “Don’t worry too much about it. You belong to Columbine cabin. As Rachel says, we take care of our own.”
Erika smiled. “I sure hope we can get out of this one. What happens if I actually win Camp Queen?”
“I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.” Tricia stated. “We’ve all been busy campaigning for you. Not that it’s been difficult.”
“What? When?”
“When you aren’t around,” Tricia admitted. “You have a good number of friends at camp you know. You’ve been nice to the nerds and geeks, so they practically worship you. A lot of girls like how you stood up to Josh and got him thrown out of camp, and half the boys think you’re one of the prettiest girls in camp.”
Erika blushed.
“Come on, Samantha is waiting for you. She already had several dresses ready for you to try on.”
“Are you alright now?” Sasha asked.
“Yes. Thanks Sasha.”
“What for? I didn’t vote for you,” he said and grinned.
“Yes, you did. You just didn’t know it at the time.” Tricia smiled. “You voted for her when you helped her with giving her the forms and showing up at the hospital.”
“That reminds me.” Sasha suddenly changed the subject. “Your mother came by.”
Erika’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh, God, what did she want?”
“She was very nice,” Sasha smiled. “You know, she loves you very much, Erika.”
Erika was stunned by what she was hearing. Eric didn’t have much of a relationship with either of his parents, and Erika only met her mother and spent one afternoon with her.
“Don’t look so surprised.” Sasha shook his head, “Eric, or Erika, she loves you.”
“But I have to go back to being Eric when camp is done.”
“So? It doesn’t matter. It is who you are on the inside that she loves, Erika.”
Tricia cleared her throat. “We really need to get going. Sorry Sasha.”
“That is okay. I understand. If you have time later come by and see me, you are due for a bang trim.”
Tricia dragged Erika out of the salon and across the street to the thrift store.
“There you are. Where have you been?” Samantha demanded.
“Erika had a run in with Ashley from Daisy.” Tricia explained. “The bitch has dug up some gossip on our Erika and has started spreading it.”
“Tell me about it as you try on those dresses,” Samantha instructed. “There wasn’t much to pick from, summer being almost over. I think we’ll have to go down to the department store.”
Samantha pushed Erika into a changing room that already had a few dresses hanging from hooks inside. “Try the yellow one on first.” Samantha told her, “It’s the only color that I’m not sure if you can pull off or not,” She turned to Tricia. “Spill it, what’s going on?”
Tricia explained briefly what she knew of Erika’s interaction with Ashley.
“Welcome to the down side of being a girl, Erika.” Samantha grimaced as Erika emerged from the dressing room. “Nope, Yellow is not your color.”
“I’m telling you, she looks good in pink,” Tricia insisted.
“You think everyone looks good in pink.” Samantha jibed.
“Go try on another one.” Samantha shooed Erika back into the changing room. “So Ashley wants to play the gossip game,” Samantha mulled it over. She looked to Tricia. “Do we know anything about this Ashley?”
“She is gorgeous, popular in her own school, used to being the center of attention,” Tricia listed.
“Anything bad?”
“Not that I have heard.”
Erika emerged from the dressing room again, this time in a navy-blue dress with a white collar.
Tricia made a face. “Too old lady or churchy.”
“I agree. Go ahead and get dressed, Erika, we’ll need to go to the department store.”
“Even without the rumors being vicious, people are going to know about her forms,” Tricia stated.
“So, we have to do damage control.” Samantha nodded.
Erika, in her own clothes came out of the dressing room.
Samantha shrugged. “We could always say that she had breast cancer.”
“We’re not old enough to have breast cancer.” Tricia looked from Erika to Samantha.
The three girls walked out of the thrift store and down the street.
“Well, what other good reasons would there be for Erika to need breast forms?” Samantha questioned.
“Some rare disease, a genetic disorder?” Tricia mused.
“I was born a boy,” Erika muttered, wondering if that would help.
Samantha and Tricia both gave Erika a dubious look. The girls walked into the department store and quickly found the clothing section.
Tricia looked at her watch. “I have to go watch the laundry. What should I say if someone starts to question about Erika’s chest?”
“Just say its due to a medical condition,” Samantha shrugged, “We’ll come up with more details later.”
“Make sure you try pink on her.” Tricia waved and headed towards the street.
“Why did you all decide to nominate me for queen?” Erika asked Samantha.
“After much debate, we all decided that we would nominate the girl least likely to ever win such an honor,” Samantha snickered. “Even Dani has a better chance of winning the honor of being a queen than you.”
Erika picked up a folded T-shirt and threw it at Samantha, “Thanks a lot.”
Samantha handed Erika a handful of dresses. “Here go try these on.”
Erika tried some with long straight skirts; some with A-line skirts; some that reached her ankles and some that only reached her knees.
She tried on dresses that had spaghetti straps that went over the shoulder and dresses that wrapped around the back of her neck. Samantha called them haltered dresses. She even tried on a dress that had no straps at all, and only stayed in place because of how it fit over her breasts.
“Wow! That’s beautiful,” Tricia exclaimed clapping her hands together. “Do they have it in pink?”
“She is too much of a winter for a lot of pinks,” Samantha cautioned. “She tried on a hot pink one on that the color looked wonderful, but the bodice didn’t look right on her.”
Tricia frowned for just a moment, but then brightened. “Erika you look beautiful.”
“Now for shoes,” Samantha sighed. “I’ve got to go do my stint, Tricia, could you find her some nylons and some shoes to go with this?”
“I would love to.”
Samantha turned to leave, but turned back suddenly. “Have you heard anything that Ashley might be spreading?”
“Not as of yet,” Tricia said. “But I was stuck in the laundry. I warned Rachel and Victoria though.” She sighed. “Rachel almost blew a gasket. I had to talk her down from going after Ashley.”
Samantha nodded and disappeared.
“Okay, go on try on the pink one again.” Tricia’s eyes flashed with mischief, “I’ve just got to see you in it.”
“Come cuddle?” Tricia asked from her cot. With out pausing, Erika changed course and padded over to the blonde’s cot. It would be easier to fall into Tricia’s bed than it would be to climb up into her own. She lay down and pulled the covers over her. Tricia turned in bed and spooned with her. “What’s wrong with you?” Tricia asked. By Anistasia Allread Not Edited |
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Camp Kumoni 61
“Erika,” Tricia barely breathed into her ear, “Let’s go.”
Erika wiped the sleep from her eyes and peered through the dark around the cabin. She couldn’t really see the other girls, but she could hear their deep steady breathing. Erika silently slid out of her covers and as carefully as she could slid out of her bed. Tricia stood facing the others looking for signs of them waking up. She picked up her shoes and tip-toed to the door where she stopped to listen to Phoenix’s breathing. It was deep and steady, with a slight whistling as the air was forced though her nose.
The two girls slithered through a small crack in the opened door and ever so slowly closed it behind them. Softly, they stepped down the stairs and across the path to the shadows of a tree before pausing to slip on their shoes.
Erika put a hand up to stifle a large yawn and looked sleepily at Tricia. The blonde girl looked immaculate even just rolling out of bed. Her hair looked as if it was recently brushed to a shine, her eyes lacked the puffiness or dark circles that any other person would have at this time of the morning.
“You sure about this?” Erika asked in a hushed whisper.
“You said you wanted to learn in private, when else can we get away to do this without anyone knowing?
The two girls slipped through the trees and walked amongst the trees. The forest at this time of night took on an eerie, almost magical quality. Shadows seemed to virtually come alive. The full moon unobstructed in the sky, pushed its silver light down through the branches of the towering giants and bathed the forest floor in a mystical, pearlescent light.
Tricia guided them to the small clearing that they had previously used and took up a pose. “Let’s see how much you remembered about the waltz.”
Erika lightly placed one hand on Tricia’s shoulder and took up her hand.
“One, two, three. Quick, quick, long, one, two three.” Tricia counted, then stepped, guiding Erika through the moves of the dance. “Good, you are doing very good.” Tricia smiled. “Now let’s start adding to it.” She leaned her weight in one direction. Erika sensing her shift was unsure how to proceed. Tricia began turning in a circle, forcing Erika to revolve around her. She lost contact with Tricia’s shoulder, but regained it quickly.
“Nice. Let’s try that again,” Tricia was still moving in a box step.
She turned again, this time Erika, ready for it, kept pace with her and used Tricia as an anchor for her momentum.
“Excellent.” Tricia smiled with approval.
She continued the waltz, throwing the sudden turns in every so often and even sometimes back to back.
“Now let’s teach you to spin,” Tricia kept the basic steps going.
It took about ten minutes and several falls before Erika could spin on cue.
“Now, we’ll put it all together.” Tricia instructed.
The two girls set off dancing around the small forest glen, spinning, swirling and twirling.
Eric had never understood why girls liked to dance so much, they would dance with each other when a male wasn’t available and at times they would even dance alone. Guys were too self-aware and seemingly clumsy; they didn’t dare risk their manliness trying to dance.
In this moonlit glen, with this pretty blonde, who’s hair sparkled silver in the moon’s wash, Erika began to understand the attraction girls had to dancing. Dancing was an outlet, a way to move their bodies in ways that not only pleased the male on lookers, but pleased themselves just as much.
To have their hair free flowing and caressing their backs as it whipped around the sides of their heads to tickle their cheeks. To give up all control to one they trusted to twirl them carefree around a dance floor as they swayed their hips.
Erika could just imagine how her dress would swirl around her legs. How the soft fabric would brush against and feather against her thighs as she turned and moved, flowing to the music, teasing her with soft caresses.
The music this night was just as wonderful, if not more magical than she believed the music at the dance might be. A soft breeze blowing through the tops of the trees caused branches to knock together in a clacking sound, while the bowing to their trunks groaned like a bass. The crickets although silent in their immediate area, could be heard rubbing their legs together, trying to attract a mate to their individual song. The tufts of grass, and dead leaves whispered as their feet pranced around it, their breathes, and giggles creating a melody that could rival many a composer.
Erika felt alive, like something long dormant was awakened. A sadness that shrouded everything was cast off. Even Summer hadn’t been able to make Eric feel this heady, this jubilant, this alive. Carefree was too small a word to describe this feeling, heavenly to cumbersome
Tricia caught up in the moment, spun too tight. Erika lost her balance and couldn’t let go of the blonde. They tangled limbs as they fell to the soft forest floor, giggling, embracing one another, embracing life.
They lay in that jumbled mess for a time, their breathing ragged from the exertion. Erika found herself looking into Tricia’s porcelain face, her soft features, her beautiful bottomless eyes. Tricia smiled up at Erika, a soft smile a knowing smile. Erika, eager to feel this girl’s warmth, to feel her satin skin and velvet lips, dipped her head closer and lightly touched her lips to Tricia’s.
Tricia wrapped her arms around Erika’s neck and pulled her closer, drawing her to her chest, pulling her deeper into passion.
* * *
The alarm snapped on, bringing Erika to consciousness.
“Aaaahh.” She complained, wrapping the pillow around her head and burrowing deeper under the light blanket.
“Come on, Erika.” Samantha urged. “We have a busy day; we start the Camp Olympics today.”
“Leave me alone. I’m exhausted.” Erika groaned.
“Come, on, we need to get a move on it.”
“I’m not feeling well.” Erika whimpered.
“What’s wrong?”
“Head ache. Let me sleep until it’s time to shower, please.” She begged.
“Tricia’s not feeling well either.” Phoenix joined the two. “Here take these.” She handed Erika two Aspirin pills. “If you’re not feeling better after the shower, I’m going to send you to the nurse.”
Erika took the two pills and buried her head again. Silence descended upon the cabin as the rest of her cabin mates left. A pressure in her bladder forced her up and to the bathroom.
Erika squinted against the light as it pierced the bathroom window, flooding it in bright light. She finished, washed her hands and headed back to her bed.
“Come cuddle?” Tricia asked from her cot.
Without pausing, Erika changed course and padded over to the blonde’s cot. It would be easier to fall into Tricia’s bed than it would be to climb up into her own. She lay down and pulled the covers over her. Tricia turned in bed and spooned with her.
“What’s wrong with you?” Tricia asked.
“Sleep deprivation headache. You?”
“The same. It was worth it though.”
“I think so.” Erika agreed.
Tricia hugged Erika tighter as they drifted off to a place, not quite asleep, yet not awake.
“We need to get up.” Tricia began to rise. “I hear them coming.”
“Oh, to sleep.” Erika sighed. She swung out of Tricia’s cot and gathered her shower bag and towel. She slipped on her flip-flops and waited by the door for Tricia. The two walked out of the cabin as the other Columbine girls approached.
“Feeling any better?” Phoenix asked.
“A little.” Erika relented. What she really needed was another few hours of sleep, but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. This was the first day of the camp Olympics.
“Let’s see if breakfast will help lift those headaches.” Phoenix suggested brightly.
Breakfast was French-toast, fruit and bacon. The clamor in the dining hall was not helping with Erika’s head ache one bit, but she did find that the food was assisting in raising her blood sugar and giving her energy.
“What is first on the event’s calendar?” Rachel inquired of Victoria.
“Basketball.”
“Great, we’re screwed.” Rachel threw her hands up.
“Hey now!” Phoenix admonished, “Just because we start out weak, doesn’t mean we’ll finish weak. Basketball is our worse game, but we can make up of it in kick ball, and in softball.”
“We might even be able to get a few points in Volleyball.” Katie smiled.
“All but two of us are good swimmers,” Dani added, “Non swimmers are excluded from that competition, so we have an advantage there because the rest of us are very strong swimmers.”
“Okay, I get the point.” Rachel conceded.
“We have also won the weekly cabin point totals three weeks this summer.” Phoenix added. “I heard Hobbs talking about awarding points to each cabin that has won that.”
“Will she be taking any away for bad behavior?” Rachel huffed.
“She isn’t like that.” Phoenix shook her head.
The Lavender ladies left the dining hall and headed for the basketball court.
* * *
By the time they headed to lunch, the girls of Columbine cabin had won only one of the four basketball games that they played. Sweaty, tired and hungry, they sagged at their table in the dining hall.
“You don’t have to be as strict with your diet over the next few days.” Rachel told Krystal. “We’re going to be running ragged, and burning off much more than we can put in our mouths.”
“You are looking great, Krystal,” Tricia complimented, “Have you reached your goal?”
“We haven’t used the scales all summer,” Rachel informed them. “I’m curious, but pounds don’t always mean your gaining or losing. I think dress size is a better way of telling how much weight you have lost. Krystal has been dieting, but she has also been working out and building muscle, so she may not weigh a lot less, but as you can tell, her clothes are much loser on her.”
“Daddy is going to have to buy you a new wardrobe before school starts.” Victoria smiled.
“Oooh, if you do get to get a new wardrobe, you can take me with you.” Samantha got excited.” We can get you all kinds of cute clothes for school, for pretty cheap too.”
“We’ll see.” Krystal smiled at the attention.
“You’ll just have to keep this up while you’re going to school.” Rachel said. “Join a gym or maybe try out of the soccer team.”
“Our soccer team could really use that leg of yours.” Samantha agreed.
“What’s next on our schedule?” Rachel asked.
“It looks like the rope course.” Victoria frowned.
“Is the rope course part of the Olympics?” Katie asked.
“Yes,” Phoenix nodded, “They have a couple of timed events, one is an individual event where the best time through the course wins a point for their cabin. One is a team event where they average all of the individual events to get a point, and the last one is a team event where you all have to get through a course together the fastest. At least that’s how I think I heard they were going to do it.”
“What about me?” Katie asked nervously.
“I think you will be counted out, like the non-swimmers are.” Phoenix explained.
“We have Erika,” Rachel beamed, “So we have a pretty good chance at getting the individual point.
“Great,” Victoria growled, “I’m going to be the one who keeps us from getting one of the team points.”
“Not necessarily.” Tricia pointed out. “There are others who are in the same boat as you are.”
“What’s after the rope course?”
“We start the canoe races.” Victoria informed them.
“Then, free time?” Dani asked.”
“Having Derek withdrawals, are we?” Rachel teased.
Dani stuck her tongue out at the athletic girl. “Jealous.”
The girls of Columbine left the dining hall and proceeded over to the rope course. Skyler greeted them all with a smile.
Erika scanned the course and discovered that Skyler had spent the past few days re-configuring the course.
“I thought I’d give you a bit of a challenge.” He said behind her.
“Will you talk us through it at least?”
“It would be too difficult otherwise.”
Once the girls were all harnessed up and had their helms and gloves on, Skyler led them around under the different parts of the course and explained what they would all be doing. “You get one practice run, and then we time you. Who wants to go first?”
Rachel gently pushed Erika forward.
“I guess I’m being volunteered.” Erika shot Rachel a dirty look.
Erika clipped in and began the course, she shouted down helpful hints to the others as she quickly learned the route. Once they all had a turn going through the course once, Skyler brought out two digital timers.
“You can be my back up.” He told Katie. He quickly showed her how to start, stop and clear the stop watch and watched as Erika clipped in on the first obstacle.
Spending the summer mornings jogging, doing sit-ups and push-ups really paid off, before she knew it, Erika was through the course. All though she was flushed and panting, she felt confident in her time.
“Excellent!” Skyler exclaimed, “I think you might have the course record. You are only the third cabin to come through, but I think you may have set the goal for everyone including the boys.”
Once everyone had gone through that course, Skyler led them through the trees to another course. This one had a single rope spanning a muddy creek bed.
“You have three minutes to look over this course from here,” Skyler instructed. Once the three minutes is up, I will start the clock on this challenge. Everyone except Katie has to be through the course and clipped in to that green rope before I’ll stop the clock. Anyone falling into the creek may climb out the other side, but I’ll be deducting twenty seconds from your time.” He looked at each of the girls. “Your three minutes starts now.”
Erika’s eyes began following the course’s direction and obstacles. She hadn’t realized she was also talking her way through it aloud until Dani asked a question about reaching a certain part of the course.
“We’ll have Rachel or Krystal right behind you, they can boost you up.” Erika dictated.
She continued her verbal study all the way through the finish.
“I don’t know if I can do that one across the ditch.” Victoria bit her lip.
“Don’t try then.” Erika told her. She looked to Rachel who looked questioning at her. “It would take you longer than twenty seconds to cross it anyway. It would be more beneficial to take the loss.”
Rachel nodded agreement. “You can just climb down into the creek, run across and climb back out; You too Dani. If you think you are going to have trouble, just skip it.”
Dani nodded understanding.
“Thirty seconds left.” Skyler announced as he made his way over to the finish line.
“Erika, you go first, and talk us through it as you go.” Samantha urged.
“Skyler? Can Katie count out seconds for us?” Erika called out.
“What do you mean?”
“Can she count out how long it’s taking us to complete a certain part of the course?”
“Skyler thought about it for a moment. “Sure.”
“Katie,” Erika had everyone’s attention. “When I begin the creek crossing, I’d like you to call out how many seconds it takes for me to cross it, okay?”
Katie nodded.
“If it takes longer than fifteen seconds, I think you all should skip that obstacle.” Erika looked at the others. Tricia smiled while Samantha just nodded. Rachel had a frown. “Don’t try and prove yourself, Rachel. If we can get a better time by taking the penalty, it will just prove that brains are better than brawn. The boys will all be trying for it and slowing themselves down.”
“Alright.” Rachel relented. “If you can’t do it in twenty, none of the campers can.”
Skyler began counting down from ten. Erika clipped into the safety line on the first part of the course and readied herself.
“Go!” Skyler yelled.
Erika raced through the rope maze, up bridges, across looping steps, and down knotted rope loops with which she had to swing over to grasp the next loop. When she got to the creek crossing, she called out to Katie and began making her way across the single span of rope, the only obstacle that didn’t have a clip in safety line. She was just over half way across when Katie called out that it had been fifteen seconds. She then heard the other girls call back to one another to skip the creek crossing.
Erika finished the course and clipped in to the green rope and turned to watch her cabin mates as she panted for breath.
One by one, the Lavender Ladies jumped down into the creek bed, took the ten steps to get across and clambered out in ten seconds. Samantha clipped in second, followed by Tricia, Krystal and Rachel. Phoenix followed Dani so as to give her a boost to ropes that might be out of her reach. Last on the course was Victoria. The race was up to her now.
“Come on, Victoria!” Rachel screamed. “Come on, you can do it!”
The rest of the cabin, including Phoenix joined in, encouraging her to make her way through the obstacles as fast as she could.
She sprinted towards the creek, not bothering to approach the rope. She was a step away from the edge when she suddenly tripped and fell forward.
Everything seemed to shift into slow motion as Erika watched Victoria dive face first over the edge and down into the creek bed. Her long dark braid flailed about like a rope reaching out to catch something, anything. Her feet flipped straight up in the air and then, with her momentum continued over, causing her to somersault down into the creek.
“Oh my God!” Krystal exclaimed.
Victoria lay sprawled motionless at the bottom of the creek bed.
Foxglove cabin rowed past Columbine as they headed out towards the lake.
“Talk about having your own personal flotation devices.” One of the girls laughed. “Did you know that Foxglove is a poison?” Krystal said aloud for the other cabin to hear, “No wonder their cabin is full of bitter, jealous girls, no other cabin would want them.” By Anistasia Allread Sorry this one not edited either :( |
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Skyler was racing to the creek, “Victoria, are you alright?” he was scared for the girl.
Victoria lifted her head up in shock. One side of face was covered with mud and decaying leaf debris, the other side was white, her eyes wide in shock. Her mouth gaped open as she got to her knees.
Skyler jumped down into the creek bed and ran up to her. “You okay?”
“I. . . I. . . can’t. . . breathe.” She wheezed, putting one hand to her back the other to her rib cage. “Oh. . . my. . . God. . . I’m. . . going to . . . die.” She barely made the words heard.
“You knocked the wind out of you.” Skyler put a hand on her shoulder. “Relax it will start coming back in just a moment.”
Victoria’s gulped and gasped for air, trying to make her lungs take in oxygen.
“I know it hurts and it’s scary as hell.” Skyler sympathized. “It will pass in just a moment.”
Phoenix unclipped from the green rope. “Stay here.” She commanded. She raced forward and slid down the side of the creek. “You’re doing just fine,
Victoria, just relax.” She echoed Skyler’s instructions.
“Light. . . Headed.” Victoria gasped.
“You’re doing fine,” Skyler reassured her. “If you pass out, it will be just like rebooting your system. Just take it easy.”
Slowly, Victoria was starting to gulp small breaths of air.
“She’s all right.” Phoenix assured the girls.
“Okay, let’s get you to your feet.” Skyler put an arm under hers and helped her up. “You doing okay?”
Victoria nodded as she continued to catch her breath in short quick gulps.
“Let’s get you clipped in up there.” Phoenix looked anxious.
Skyler and Phoenix helped Victoria up out of the creek bed, where she stopped again to catch her breath.
“You don’t have to finish.” Skyler told her.
“I’ve. . . got too. We need. . . the points.”
“Nonsense.” Skyler shook his head. He looked up at the rest of the Columbine girls watching with concern for their friend. “Samantha, Come here.” Skyler called.
Samantha joined the three near the creek.
“I stopped my watch when she took a head dive into the creek. You can pick up where she left off. That way, you won’t lose any points.”
“okay.” Samantha began to climb down into the creek.
“We’ll just start from up here. She wasn’t going to try crossing the rope anyway.”
“Thanks Skyler.” Phoenix smiled at Victoria.
“Go on join your cabin.” Skyler instructed the two girls. He turned back to Samantha. “Go.” He clicked his stop watch.
“Katie, could you take Victoria to the infirmary?” Phoenix asked.
“Of course. Is she all right?”
“She just had the wind knocked out of her.”
“Ouch. That hurts.” Katie groaned. She turned to Victoria. “Scary isn’t it?”
Victoria nodded as the tall model led her through the trees.
* * *
The Lavender Ladies emerged from the woods from the rope course, battered, bruised, but not beaten. They slowly made their way out of the cool of the trees down to the heat of the sand and sun.
The other girl cabins were all gathering in groups along the water’s edge.
“Oh, look, Erika brought her own floatation devices.” Ashley snickered as Columbine passed Foxglove.
Erika flushed red.
“Are you jealous, bread board?” Rachel snapped back.
Ashley and her cabin just snickered.
“Don’t listen to them, Erika.” Tricia soothed.
Todd came down from the dining hall and walked out onto the dock and faced the girls. “Rule number one…” He called out.
“This is your lake!” All of the girls finished for him.
Todd nodded with a smile. “Okay, listen up. We have these large canoes that seat ten,” he pointed to the canoes tied up along the dock. “Each cabin will be assigned to one. They all are the same. They only go as fast as you paddle them.” He chuckled at his own joke, “You will have fifteen minutes to make your way down to the other end of the lake where one of my guards is waiting for you. Those fifteen minutes is all the practice you will get working together. My guard will start you off. The first cabin to have their canoe touch the sand on the beach over there,” he pointed, “Will be the winner. Any questions?”
No one had any.
“Okay, one other thing.” He stated, “Any cabin not at the starting line after the fifteen minutes will be disqualified. Got it?”
Heads nodding met his eyes.
“One of the Columbine girls was hurt on the rope course, so they are a person short, so the head cook, Sheila, is going to row in her place.”
Erika looked around and saw Katie walking down the path with the cook smiling beside her.
The canoes were quickly assigned and the girls donned their life jackets before entering the large canoe.
Daisy cabin rowed past Columbine as they headed out towards the lake.
“Talk about having your own personal flotation devices.” One of the girls laughed.
“Did you know that Daisies are sour?” Krystal said aloud for the other cabin to hear, “No wonder their cabin is full of bitter, jealous girls, no other cabin would want them.”
“Save it for the race.” Phoenix warned.
The girls settled into their seats and pushed away from the dock. They were half way across the lake before they fell into a comfortable synchronous rhythm.
Once on the other side of the lake the canoes turned around and edged up to the rowboat that the guard stood in with an air horn.
“Azela, move back a bit, no head starts.” The guard warned, “Columbine, come up just a bit. Good, right there.” He looked up and down the row of canoes. “Ready! Get set!” the air horn sounded.
Erika dug into the water with her paddle. The first two strokes didn’t seem to do anything but make the water swirl around her paddle. With the third stroke she could feel the canoe start to push through the water. By the fifth stroke she felt the canoe start to raise up out of the water a little bit as it began to slice through the surface of the lake.
“Dig, dig, dig.” Rachel chanted out a rhythm.
Erika thrust the paddle forward, reaching it out in front of her. She dug the paddle’s blade deep into the lake and pulled back using her legs and back as much as her chest.
“Dig, dig, dig.” Dani and Krystal picked up the steady chant.
The canoes jockeyed for position as they raced across the lake. Azela could have used that head start. They were already falling behind. Daisy was half a boat length behind Columbine, but with each stroke, they were inching their way forward.
Half way across the lake, Daisy was even with them, and starting to pull ahead.
“Don’t burn out too soon.” Sheila warned. “Just stay with them. When we get closer to the finish, we can pour on the speed.”
“Dig, dig, dig.” All of the Columbine girls chanted in unison.
Another cabin began to lag behind as Columbine pushed on. Erika’s arms were starting to burn. She hadn’t done this kind of exercise all summer. She was used to pushups and sit ups, not pulling an oar through the water.
They were coming up on to the last little bit.
“Now!” Sheila shouted.
The Columbine girls dug their paddles into the water with much more fervor, their strokes more aggressive.
“Dig, harder, dig, faster.” Rachel called out.
As they reached the end of the dock, Columbine had pulled even with Daisy.
“We can do it!” Sheila called. “Dig,”
It seemed like time was in slow motion as Columbine’s canoe began eking ahead of Daisy.
Erika dared to look up and saw Todd and the kitchen staff on shore, just a few yards ahead, the kitchen staff were shouting and waving as they gained a bit more of a lead. Erika put her head down and pulled hard three more hard strokes and felt the canoe hit the sandy beach, its momentum driving up a few feet before it came to a stop.
Erika’s breath came in ragged gulps as her lungs fought to pull in enough oxygen. Her heart sounded like a bass drum pounding in her ears. At this point she didn’t know or really even care if they won, she was just plain tired.
“We did it!” Tricia jumped up to join Rachel who was already on the beach jumping up and down with joy.
Erika looked over to see Daisy all still in their canoe, gasping for breath, but looking shocked and horrified at being beaten. Erika barely registered the dirty look that Ashley had thrown her way as she climbed out of the canoe and joined the rest of her cabin in a miniature celebration.
Victoria was there too. She wasn’t jumping up and down, but she smiled and cheered on her cabin mates.
“Thank you for letting me be on your team,” Sheila looked each to each of the girls. “I really enjoyed it, especially the winning part.” She smiled.
Once they had settled down, Todd had them launch the canoes and tie them back up to the dock where they had gotten them.
“Now we will begin the individual competitions.” Todd explained. Each cabin will create two, two person teams who will race the smaller canoes. You have five minutes to pick your teams.”
“Me and Erika.” Rachel posed.
“I’ve never been in a canoe with you before.” Erika shook her head.
“Katie and I make a good team.” Dani suggested
“I’ve seen them, they’re pretty good.” Tricia agreed.
“I think they should be one team.” Erika nodded.
“Who else has spent any time together canoeing this summer?” Victoria asked.
“Erika and I have a couple of times.” Samantha shrugged.
“I vote Dani and Katie as one team, Samantha and Erika as the other.” Krystal agreed.
“Same here.” Tricia nodded.
“But I wanted to. . .” Rachel let it die. She was the most competitive one in the cabin, she should be in one of the canoes, but Krystal was right, she hadn’t really canoed all summer, the others had. “Okay, you four.” Rachel closed her eyes but nodded with a smile. “Give them hell.”
Erika and Samantha found themselves in a canoe, Ashley and another girl on one side, Dani and Katie on the other.
“The race,” Todd gathered their attention, “Will be to paddle out to each of those guards,” he pointed to life guards out in row boats at different parts of the lake, “and take a flag from each of them. You will then have to paddle back here. The first team to reach the sand will win.”
Erika looked back at Samantha. “Should we go for the furthest flag first?”
“I don’t think it will make much difference, sure.” She shrugged.
“Get set. . . GO!” Todd shouted.
For the second time that day, Erika found herself digging a paddle into the lake, racing against Ashley and Daisy cabin.
Who would have predicted a midget and a model to win a canoe contest? Erika thought. She and Samantha came in third right behind Ashley, but Ashley had to settle for second and a loss to Columbine yet again.
After the canoe race, Erika was beat. Most of the girls stayed at the beach for their free time before dinner. Erika, being sleep deprived and worn out from the first day of the Olympics, trudged up to the cabin and collapsed on her bunk.
“Erika?” Katie shook Erika. “Time for dinner.”
“Already?” Erika protested.
“You’ve been asleep for two and a half hours.”
Erika sat up in bed. “Okay, I’m coming.”
Dinner consisted of spaghetti, salad, corn on the cob and fresh peaches. Erika hadn’t realized how hungry she was until after taking her first bite. It wasn’t until after she had eaten a few bites that she realized that the dining hall was quiet. She looked up from her food and took note that everyone else was as hungry as she was and eating their food in silence.
Krystal had a small helping of pasta, but mostly ate salad, peaches and a bit of corn. As hungry as she was, the poor girl was trying even now to lose weight. Erika found a new admiration for her friend and hoped that they continue their friendship at school. Would Krystal submit to knowing ‘the plague’? or would she ignore Eric and distance herself?
Erika sighed. That was still a few weeks away. She needed to concentrate on one day at a time and look ahead to only one week at a time. This week was to survive the Olympics and to not make a fool of herself at the dance.
Tricia, having satisfied her stomach’s growling lightly placed her hand on Erika’s thigh and gave it a loving squeeze.
Warmth of comfort and satisfaction washed over Erika. One day at a time, one week at a time and enjoy all aspects of this peculiar summer while she could.
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Erika stood with the rest of Columbine cabin in front of the rest of the camp. Their cabin had finished in second place amongst all of the other cabins. They only missed taking the gold by five measly points. Oak cabin had taken first. The good news was that Daisy cabin with Ashley and her cronies had only got fifth.
* * *
As predicted, Columbine won the majority of the kick ball games and soccer matches. A lot of that had to do with Rachel’s athletic ability as well as Krystal’s ‘golden leg’.
Erika’s rope course time ended up being unbeatable. Their team’s rope course time had also won. Skyler mentioned that cabin Columbine was the only team to skip the creek obstacle; taking the twenty second penalty. It ended up being a winning strategy.
They won half of their volleyball games. They didn’t even have to dress in their augmented T-shirts and tease the guys to do so.
Swimming was almost no contest. They had more excellent swimmers in their cabin than most cabins. Even with Krystal sitting those events out, they won most of the swimming competitions.
The final event was the strangest relay race the camp could come up with. The event began with Rachel in a rowboat. She pulled on the oars as hard and as fast as she could but by the time, she reached Dani and Tricia in the canoe she was in fourth place. She handed the lavender flag to Dani. The two smaller girls of the cabin paddled hard across the lake, but like Rachel they lacked upper body strength and could not catch up with the boy cabins in front of them. Daisy cabin actually gained on them.
Dani handed the lavender flag up to Samantha on the dock, who then dove into the water and swam hard and fast to shore, making up the time lost by Tricia and Dani. Slipping her tennis shoes on, she ran across the beach, through the camp and to the archery range where she handed the flag off to Krystal.
Krystal had the honor of showing off her archery skills. There were six targets set up at different distances. She had to hit each target before moving on and only had to shoot once at each. By the time she was on the fourth target, she had passed two of the boys who were still struggling.
At the end of the range she handed the flag off to Victoria who jumped up into the saddle of her horse and took off on a course that wound around the camp and over to the rope course.
Erika took the flag from the still mounted Victoria and tucked it into her harness. Running over to the first obstacle and clipping in, she was off like a monkey through a jungle forest canopy. Only one person was ahead of them now, he was from Oak cabin and he had a minute head start on her.
Crossing a rope span between two trees, she almost slipped, but caught her balance and took a deep breath. She needed to settle down. Hurrying at this stage could cost Katie precious seconds she needed in her leg of the race. Erika made it across the span, through a web of other ropes, and flew down a zip line. She unclipped her harness, shed her helmet and gloves and ran back towards camp.
Katie was waiting along with the other contestants at the dining hall. She handed the flag off to Katie, who with her long legs took off to catch the trail that led around the lake.
“I’m so sorry,” Rachel apologized as she met up with her cabin mates. “I thought I could row better than that.”
“We didn’t do much better,” Tricia flushed. “In fact, I think we lost any lead that you gave us over Daisy.”
“Samantha made up for some of it though,” Dani smiled. “Did you see her cut through that water?”
“I’m just glad I had my sneakers ready.” Samantha smiled. “You should have seen the one guy from Fir who was trying to run barefooted over the rocks and sticks. The one we need to congratulate is Krystal. She passed two of the guys on the range and made up a lot of time.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t get my horse to run any faster, I’m afraid I couldn’t help make up much ground.” Victoria apologized.
“The important thing is that you didn’t lose any ground either.” Rachel encouraged.
“You should have seen Erika.” Victoria shrugged, “You thought she was fast during the individual rope course? She shattered that time. It was like watching a spider in its own web.”
Erika flushed. She didn’t bother telling them how close she was to blowing it by falling.
“Now it’s up to Katie.” Dani sighed.
“She can do it.” Rachel smiled. “She’s been running around the lake every morning for the past month, she knows every turn, tree, and rock on the course.”
Let’s head over to the kickball field,” Phoenix said as she joined them. “Katie is probably half way around the lake by now. It wouldn’t be very good of us to allow her to beat us to the finish line.”
“What’s that?” Rachel asked.
Phoenix held up a bottle of cold water. “I thought Katie might be a bit thirsty when she finished.”
“The other hand.” Rachel pointed.
Phoenix held up a dark green bottle. “Sparkling cider for the celebration of Columbine cabin’s victory.”
“We haven’t won yet.” Victoria pointed out. “Katie still has to catch up and pass that Oak cabin guy.”
“Even if she doesn’t catch him up, which I think is very unlikely, you are all still winners.” Phoenix smiled.
“You can be so corny.” Rachel smiled.
Dani gave Rachel a shove. “I think it’s sweet.”
When they reached the field, they saw that someone had set cones out to direct the runners on a certain path. At the end of that path, Director Hobbs and Grizzly Adams stood each holding the end of a tape marking the finish line.
Ice chests of chilled bottled water had been brought out. Each of the Lavender Ladies grabbed a bottle.
Erika, conscious of Ashley’s eyes, made an effort to sip the water rather than gulp it down.
“We should be by the finish line,” Tricia stated, “To welcome and celebrate Katie’s win.”
“Her hopeful win.” Krystal clarified.
“You’re lopsided, Erika.” Ashley taunted as they passed the Daisy cabin girls.
Erika’s face flushed. It took everything she could muster not to look down at her breast forms.
“Did your daddy actually pay for your nose job?” Rachel snapped back. “He should sue the doctor for damages.”
“Whatever, Dyke.” Ashley sneered.
“At least I’m not the camp ho.”
“No, you let Samantha take that title,” Ashley spat.
“Leave it alone, Rachel.” Victoria stepped in to face Rachel. She leaned forward and whispered softly. “We have other ways of making her look like the bitch that she is.”
“Yea, well she’s not worth it anyway.” Rachel glared at Ashley who looked all smug as her cabin mates giggled next to her.
“You have better have something good.” Rachel told Victoria once they were in place to watch and cheer on Katie.
“I can think of several things.” Victoria smiled. “Can we get a bucket of innards from Sheila?”
“If not openly, I’m sure we can find something. Sounds gross, what do you have planned?”
“We’ll talk later.” Victoria pointed to the trees.
A cheer went up from the campers near the trees. All of the girls of Columbine cabin focused on the opening in the trees.
Erika’s heart leapt as she saw Katie’s tall figure racing out into the open field. Her heart almost stopped a moment later when she spotted the boy from Oak cabin right behind her.
“Run! Katie, Run!” Phoenix screamed jumping up and down with excitement. A second behind her, the rest of Columbine cabin followed her example, waving and cheering Katie as she sprinted towards the finish line.
The boy from oak cabin stumbled and fell to the ground, but scrambled back up to his feet and pushed on behind the tall girl.
Two steps past the finish line, Columbine cabin surrounded Katie in screams, cheers and hugs. Phoenix nearly forgot about her sparkling cider. She shook it vigorously, popped it open and sprayed the girls of columbine down.
“Water.” Katie begged. “I need water.”
A cold bottle was thrust into her hands. She finished it in four large gulps and looked for another.
“Here.” Erika handed over her own bottle. Katie took two more gulps and then poured the rest over her face and down her back.
“You did it!” Rachel exclaimed. “I knew you could. If anyone could race around that lake and make up ground, it was you.”
“We did it.” Katie stressed the ‘we’. “I didn’t have to make up too much time thanks to the rest of you.”
To feel like she was part of a team — a contributing member of a great team, to Erika felt alien and very good. She savored the feeling of being liked and liking those who have come to know her, come to accept her, as Erika.
After a mini celebration in the field, Columbine cabin joined the other campers at the lake where they didn’t even bother changing into their swim suits, but plunged into the cooling waters.
Tired, and elated, the girls left the lake, retrieved their shower bags and cleaned off the sweat and lake water before going to the dining hall for dinner.
Sheila, wanting to celebrate the final day of the Olympics had pizza ordered and brought up to the camp. The hungry campers devoured every last scrap of pizza and bread stick that lay in the multitude of boxes.
Hobbs announced that after they were all done eating that they were to go to the amphitheater for the awards ceremony.
* * *
Erika looked up and down the line of girls in Lavender as they stood in front of all of the other cabins in the bonfire amphitheater. They had won the relay, which was twenty points, but they were still shy five points of winning the summer’s best cabin title.
Rachel was disappointed in her cabin not getting first yet again, but She was quite pleased with how well her cabin had meshed.
And to think that this whole experience started out as a dare in an email.
It then dawned on her that in two days, Erika was to cease to be and Eric was to return to his parents. Two weeks later, he would have to return to school, and ‘the plague’.
“What’s wrong?” Samantha said through smiling teeth.
“I just realized that there are only two more days of camp.”
“Yes, so?”
“Eric has to go home to his parents.”
“We’ll just have to talk to your mom and dad.” Samantha kept her smile. “Come on, you need to enjoy these last two days. Don’t deflate on me now.”
“You’re right.” Erika forced a smile. “I have two more days to fill with wonderful memories.”
Columbine cabin was released to take their seats again as Hobbs went on awarding different cabins and people for different things.
Tricia, sitting to the other side of Erika took her hand and gave it a familiar squeeze. Erika looked over at the blonde and smiled.
Just a handful of weeks ago, Eric had left his parents to come to a summer camp on a dare issued from the girl he had fallen in love with. Who could have guessed that in a few weeks of camp, he could have gained her love and decided that it wasn’t what he had always thought it would be, only to find another girl who could show him as much love as he had craved?
Erika’s only hope was that Tricia could love Eric as much as Erika; that she could accept Eric as easily as she had accepted Erika. Erika’s heart skipped a beat as the unthinkable entered her head — thoughts of Tricia realizing that she had been wrong about her feelings and backing out of the relationship.
Just two days left of being someone special; two whole days of being with others even more special.
By Anistasia Allread Edited and generally buggered about with by Nick B “So, if I wanted to make one of these at home, what would I need?” Erika asked Skyler “Rope. Lots and lots of rope.” Skyler smiled. |
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Erika woke up and rolled over in bed to look around the room of the cabin. The other girls in the cabin were all sleeping soundly. She then realized that Krystal’s bed was empty. She cast a glance at the bathroom and found that the door was open. Suddenly awake, she sat up in bed and looked at the alarm clock. The alarm hadn’t gone off. Everyone was sleeping in.
Erika slid to the floor and padded across to the bathroom. It was empty. She closed the door behind her and relieved her bladder. She wondered where Krystal could have gone too. She wouldn’t leave without Rachel, would she?
Erika rinsed her hands and went back into the cabin. Krystal’s bed was empty and unmade, Rachel snored softly in hers.
Just then the reveille sounded over the loud speaker. The other girls in the cabin suddenly jumped up and looked around confused.
“Crap!” the alarm didn’t go off,” Rachel swore.
As the sound over the loud speaker finished, Krystal walked in the front door.
“Where have you been?” Phoenix asked.
She shrugged. “I did my morning exercise.”
“You didn’t wake us,” Rachel accused.
“It’s the last day of camp, I thought, I’d let you all sleep in.”
“That was nice, but you shouldn’t have been out there on your own, Krystal,” Phoenix admonished.
“Sorry.”
The girls had to race down to the showers. It was the first time all summer that they had to stand and wait their turn.
“Make sure you shave today,” Samantha muttered only loud enough for Erika to hear. “Oh, and don’t wash your hair.”
“Why?” Erika wrinkled her nose.
“It will hold your style better–for the dance.”
“Oh, Okay.” She pulled at a few strands of hair to study them.
Breakfast consisted of waffles, with fruit toppings and syrup. Cereal and fruit were always available for those who wanted them.
“What’s on the schedule today?” Rachel asked.
“The dance tonight after dinner,” Victoria shrugged.
“What about during the day?”
“Nothing. It is a free day all day.”
“But you all should start to pack up your belongings sometime today too,” Phoenix suggested. “It will make it easier tomorrow.”
“What would you like to do today?” Tricia asked Erika.
“Spend it with my friends,” Erika smiled. “If Skyler hasn’t taken the rope course down, I’d like to run through it one more time. Other than that, I thought I would do what all the other girls do on a day like this… Lie out in the sun, check out boys, read magazines and gossip.” Erika laughed at the glares from her cabin mates, “What did you have planned, Dani?”
“Hang out with Derek. Duh.”
“Rachel?”
“Oh, not much.” Rachel darted a look over at Victoria.
“Katie?”
“Hang out at the lake.”
“Samantha?”
“The same.”
“Victoria?”
“A bit of this a bit of that.”
“As soon as we finish dinner, we have to get you back to the cabin and get you ready for your ball, Cinderella,” Tricia informed her.
“Don’t go getting sunburned today.” Samantha warned.
“Or diving off the high dive and getting hurt.” Dani added.
“Or running off into the woods to sulk,” Phoenix joined.
“Why would I want to sulk?” Erika asked. “I have such wonderful friends to keep me happy.”
“Just the same,” Phoenix said and winked.
“Save me your unwanted waffles.” Erika looked around the table. “I want to take them to Liberty.”
The Lavender ladies tossed and piled their uneaten, unwanted waffles onto Erika’s plate.
Erika spent the day running from one thing to another. She and Tricia took a plate of waffles down to the lake. They were most of the way around the lake when they found Liberty.
The duck was no longer a black fluff-ball. Sleek multi-colored feathers kept him watertight.
“Well, fella.” Erika tossed him bits of a waffle which he gladly gobbled up. “Today is my last day. I’m going to miss seeing you in the mornings. You had a way of brightening up my day. I’d take you with me if I could, but I don’t have any place to keep you. No pond at my house and although I’d have plenty of table scraps, I’m not sure the neighbors would enjoy your droppings all over their yards.”
The other ducks, Liberty’s brothers and sisters all paddled up and joined in the feast that Erika and Tricia had brought them.
“I don’t know why I’m talking to you,” Erika sighed. “Maybe because I am a bigger bird brain than you. I hope you have a good flight south. I won’t be here next year, so take care of yourself and your young. Don’t let anyone bully them.”
Erika tossed the last of the waffle to Liberty and turned to Tricia. “Let’s go.”
The two girls walked down the path. Erika turned around and faced the lake. “Bye, Liberty.”
Campers were already starting to show up at the lake. The two girls passed on by and made their way to the rope course.
“Skyler?” Erika called. “Skyler?”
“Well, hello.”
Erika looked way up into the canopy. Skyler swung from one tree to another. “What do you want?”
“I was hoping to go through the rope course again.”
“I’m in the middle of dismantling it right now, but if you want to harness up, you can help me.”
Erika looked at Tricia.
“Go ahead. I’ll just sit here and enjoy the peacefulness.”
“Really? Are you sure you won’t mind?”
Tricia nodded with a smile. “Just don’t be all day, because I would like to spend a little bit of time sunning, watching boys and gossiping.”
Erika gave Tricia a big hug then retrieved a harness.
“So, if I wanted to make one of these at home, what would I need?” Erika asked Skyler as they worked on dismantling the rope course.
“Rope. Lots and lots of rope.” Skyler smiled.
Erika laughed aloud, something that she hadn’t allowed herself to do as Eric.
“Seriously.” Skyler’s eyes lost their humor. “Learn how to tie different knots then buy lots of rope.”
Erika spent the better part of an hour up in the air, dangling by a rope while helping the young man.
“You should be getting back to camp, I’m sure there are other things you would like to be doing on your last day.”
“Some.” Erika admitted. She lowered herself to the ground and dropped her harness into the container before taking Tricia’s hand and walking back towards camp.
“Thank you.” Erika squeezed Tricia’s hand.
“You’re welcome.” Tricia squeezed back.
Holding hands, the two girls walked back up to their cabin. Erika took her blue, one-piece swim suit into the bathroom.
This would be the last time she would be putting it on. She slid it up over her legs very slowly, pulling the straps up and over her shoulders, feeling the Lycra stretch and form its self over her abdomen. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. Looked at how the suit accentuated curves she really didn’t have much of, and smoothed down areas that were too bulky.
She sighed, took up her towel and rejoined Tricia.
The sandy beach next to the lake was full. Erika was reminded of beaches filled with sea lions, all sunning themselves, barking and biting one another to protect their territory.
Victoria waved to them from a spot in the shade. The two girls, one in a blue one piece the other in pink bikini, wove their way through the maze of sun worshipers.
“You’re in the shade.” Erika pointed out.
“Only for another ten minutes.” Victoria smiled. “Then they will be in the shade and we’ll be shade free for the rest of the afternoon.”
Erika and Tricia spread out towels next to the newspaper editor.
“Let me put sun block on you.” Tricia suggested.
“Yeah, you really don’t want a sun burn the night of the big dance.” Victoria agreed. She reached over and grabbed a bottle. “Use mine.”
“Lay down,” Tricia instructed.
Erika did as she was told. Tricia squeezed a bit of lotion into her hands, rubbed them together then began rubbing it into Erika’s legs. Tricia’s soft delicate fingers were absolutely magical as she worked the lotion into Erika’s skin.
Erika barely suppressed a moan as Tricia moved to the open back of her bathing suit. She moved Erika’s hair to one side, rubbed some on the back of her neck then worked her way down her arms.
“Okay, flip.” Tricia told her.
Erika did as instructed and watched as the pretty blonde rubbed lotion in on the front of her legs.
“I had better get my chest area.” Erika picked up the lotion and spread it around her breast forms, throat, and face.
The three girls spread out and let the shadow of the tree pass over them and started shading the people next to them.
“So, what is this school like?” Tricia asked.
“I’m not the one to ask.” Erika’s voice was full of malice.
“That bad?”
“I’ll be surprised if you are still my friend at the end of the first week.”
“Things will be different this year,” Victoria sighed.
“I don’t know how. I’ll be ‘the plague’ with in the first couple of days. No one will want to sit next to me, or talk to me. Not even you, Victoria.”
“Of course, I’ll talk to you.”
“Look how you treated me when you found out who I was.” Erika pointed out.
“And look how wrong I was.”
“No one at school will be willing to give me that chance. You barely were.”
“You aren’t painting me a very good picture of the school that I’ll be going to.” Tricia pointed out.
“The only thing good about the school was leaving it on the last day for summer break.” Erika was venomous.
Tricia looked over at Victoria.
“Erika, or I should say Eric, had a bad experience last year.”
“That is an understatement,” Erika huffed.
“Samantha and I won’t let that happen this next year,” Victoria avowed.
“I’ll be there too.” Tricia stated. “And from what I hear, Krystal will be joining us as well.
Erika didn’t say anything.
“We’ll have to eat lunch together,” Victoria put out there.
“No one would bother you if you had all of us eating lunch with you,” Tricia told Erika.
“Don’t count on it,” Erika muttered. Out loud she said, “I have more important things to worry about right now. I have to worry about dancing and what Ashley might do to me.”
“Don’t worry too much about Ashley,” Victoria stated. She whispered to Tricia, “We’re taking care of her.”
Tricia gave a knowing smile.
The girls spent the next hour and a half gossiping, talking about what they wanted to be when they grew up and what kind of house they wanted to live in. how many kids and the like.
“Okay, Erika.” Samantha approached. “It’s time for you to start getting ready for the dance.”
“It isn’t even dinner time yet,” Erika protested.
“Girls have to spend a little more time getting ready for dances than guys do–especially if they might be the Queen.”
“Are you serious?”
“Come on, Erika.” Tricia helped her up.
“What can possibly take that long?” Erika wondered.
Samantha, Tricia, and Victoria created a human bubble around her as they walked her up the path to their cabin.
“First things, first,” Samantha said when they entered the cabin. “You need to take a shower, but don’t get your hair wet.”
“I’ll take her down there for that,” Tricia volunteered.
“Remember to check everything.” Samantha warned. “Don’t take anything for granted.”
“What are you talking about?” Erika looked to the two girls who seemed to be talking in code.
“Girls play war games more viciously than guys do,” Samantha explained. “Here, I got you this special body wash. It smells really good, and as you can see, no one has tampered with it.” She displayed the plastic seal still intact.
“Make sure you shave real well,” Victoria warned.
“I shaved this morning.”
“Just touch up, then.” Victoria handed her a small package, “Here take this razor, it’s still in its packaging.”
“Are you nuts? You think Ashley could slip in here and do something to our stuff?”
“Why not? We did.” Samantha gave Victoria a wink.
By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “Where’s Katie?” Erika ventured. She hadn’t seen the tall girl all day. “She’s guarding our table.” Rachel stated. “Oh my god, you’re serious.” Erika shook her head. |
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Camp Kumoni 65
Erika felt strange taking a shower with Tricia on guard outside the shower stall. She pulled her hair up and washed the remnants of the lotion from her skin then opened the new bottle of body wash and rubbed a little bit of it on her hand and got it wet, testing it as Samantha had warned her to do, even though it was a new bottle. She then opened the razor and deftly shaved her face to remove any hairs that might have grown in since the morning.
“You okay in there?” Tricia asked, concern coloring her sweet voice.
“Yes.” Erika suppressed a groan. She turned off the water, dried off, and slipped into shorts and T-shirt before exiting to find Tricia waiting with a smile.
When they entered the cabin, it looked like someone had redecorated it. Dani had all of the nail polish out and was going through them discarding most, but keeping some. Samantha had their entire collection of makeup gathered on one of the beds and was going through it doing the same thing. Victoria had two curling irons and a flat iron out, bobby pins and three different hair sprays.
“…can you imagine what that would do if she had blonde hair?” Rachel said to Krystal as they came in the front door, “Oh look, there’s our beauty queen now.”
“Hey!” Samantha warned. “Erika can’t know ANYTHING about operation Yelhsa. You two stay on watch; let us know if anyone other than Phoenix comes close to the cabin.”
Rachel rolled her eyes, but she and Krystal went back outside.
“What’s operation Yelhsa?” Erika looked at Samantha.
“We’re just trying to keep any last-minute maneuvers; Ashley might try, from happening to you?”
“Like what?”
“Like something similar to the flag pole incident.” Samantha’s eyes were firm.
“Little paranoid much?”
Samantha ignored her and pointed over to Dani. “Nails first.”
Dani and Tricia double teamed Erika. They first used acetone to remove her ‘Cajun shrimp’ polish than chose a softened version of hot pink and polished her nails and toe nails.
While they were doing that, Victoria came over and combed out her hair. She then began sectioning pieces out and wrapping them around a curling iron.
“Is the dress still in the safe place?” Victoria asked.
Samantha went over to Phoenix’s bed and lifted up the mattress. “Yep, still there. Let’s keep it there until after dinner.”
“Good idea.” Dani agreed.
“You guys are acting like we’re going to be invaded.”
“With nasty girls like Ashley and her cronies, you never know.” Samantha shook her head.
“Are girls really that vindictive?” Erika inquired.
“Not all, but most.” Tricia sighed. “It’s not one of our better attributes.”
“You should see us when a guy is involved,” Victoria added.
Erika’s nails were polished, and shining with a top coat, her hair mostly curled when it was time for dinner.
“Sit in the middle of the table with your back to the wall.” Samantha instructed her as they walked down to the dining hall, “Don’t get up for anything. If you need anything, ask one of us to get it. If you have to go to the bathroom, two of us will go with you.”
Erika rolled her eyes.
Rachel and Krystal closed ranks around them.
“Where’s Katie?” Erika ventured. She hadn’t seen the tall girl all day.
“She’s guarding our table.” Rachel stated.
“Oh my god, you’re serious.” Erika shook her head.
“You’ve only been a girl for ten weeks,” Samantha reminded. “We’ve been girls all of our lives.”
Ashley snarled as they approached the dining hall. “You bitch! You put ink in my body wash!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ashley,” Tricia said. “Erika has been with me all day and we have never been near you, or your cabin, let alone your body wash.”
“Luckily I noticed it and the nurse had something that removed the stains from my hands.” Ashley snarled. “Watch it, you tit-less bitch, you don’t know who you’re sparring with.”
The Lavender Ladies marched Erika over to their table where Katie looked apprehensive and relieved.
“Did you put ink in her body wash?” Erika asked.
“She’s just trying to smear you further.” Samantha shook her head. She pointed Erika to a seat and looked to Katie, “Any problems?”
“None that I couldn’t dismantle. They came in just after I got here. Looked at our table and turned around and walked out.” Katie smiled. “They kept coming back, checking to see if I had left.”
“Did you get to use the bathroom?”
“No. I really need to though.”
“I’ll go with you.” Rachel volunteered.
The two of them took off.
Ashley’s table kept glaring over at Columbine’s table. Ashley kept trying to get Erika’s attention and mouthing words at her but the other girls kept her busy and her mind off the vixen of Daisy.
“Phoenix,” Victoria suddenly spoke up.
“Yes?”
“Could you do us a HUGE favor, and go check the cabin?”
“Huh?” Phoenix was confused.
“Two of the girls from Daisy left to go to the bathroom a while ago, and they haven’t been back. Could you please go check on the cabin?”
“Why would anyone go into our cabin?” Phoenix asked.
“I just have a feeling that Cabin Daisy is going to prank our cabin.”
“She’s right, Phoenix,” Samantha joined. “If one of us went, and they were there, there could be an altercation. I would be one’s word against another.”
“You’re serious,” Phoenix stated.
“Please Phoenix,” Krystal, Katie, and Tricia added their pleas.
“Oh, all right, if it will make you feel better.” Phoenix stood up. “This had better not be one of your tricks.”
“It would make us feel much safer.” Victoria looked nervous.
Phoenix walked out the front door. Erika and the other girls watch Daisy’s table. Ashley watched Phoenix leave, glance over at Columbine then looked nervously out the front door again.
“They did,” Tricia snarled. “Look at how nervous that wench is. She sent them up to our cabin.”
“I just hope she can catch them in the act and not after they have started back here.” Rachel sneered. “Oh, look how she is squirming.” She referred to Ashley.
The Columbine girls watched as the Daisy girls squirmed, darting glances at the door.
“This is actually kind of fun, in a twisted sort of way,” Victoria let out.
The door opened and Phoenix came through the door with two girls, each held by the arm. She marched them up the wall next to the kitchen door. She then turned and walked over to speak with Director Hobbs who looked over at the two girls and frowned. Phoenix walked over to the Columbine table and glared at the girls.
“What the hell is going on?” Phoenix looked around the table.
“What do you mean?” Katie asked a bit nervously.
“They said that you have pranked their cabin. Something about ink in Ashley’s body wash.”
“They said what?” Samantha disclaimed. “Those liars. Phoenix, this is just another one of Ashley’s things to get at Erika. You saw how she treated Erika all week during the Olympics.”
Phoenix looked each of the girls in the eye.
“You have only seen the tip of the iceberg of what she has said or done to Erika all week,” Victoria stated.
“If there was ink in Ashley’s body wash, she probably did it herself to continue this smear on Erika,” Krystal stated. “I had no idea she was so insane about this whole camp Queen thing.”
Director Hobbs took the two girls out the door and looked to be heading to her office.
“There will be NO retribution for this or anything else. It’s the last night of camp. Let’s end this peacefully and fun.” Phoenix stood up.
“That is all we ever wanted,” Tricia insisted. “We’ve been trying to be really good, but it has been hard this past week, with those Daisy girls spreading hurtful rumors about Erika and saying nasty things to her face when counselors aren’t around.”
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’ve got to report to Director Hobbs.”
“Can we go back to the cabin and get ready for the dance when we are done eating?” Rachel asked.
“Yes, and stay there.” Phoenix walked out of the hall.
Erika looked around at her cabin mates. “Did you put ink in her body wash?”
No one spoke, and only Tricia met her gaze.
“Oh my God, you did. Didn’t you?”
“We were just protecting you, Erika.” Rachel stated. “We already de-activated several of their pranks.”
“Why else do you think I gave you an unopened body wash before you showered?” Samantha told her. “Or have been acting paranoid? We’ve already spent a better part of the morning fixing things that she had put into place.”
After they finished eating, they stood as a group and walked past Ashley who glared daggers at them.
“Okay, I need to finish her hair,” Victoria ordered when they reached the cabin.
“I’ll hang and de-wrinkle the dress,” Katie volunteered.
“Victoria, when you are done with her, I get her for make-up,” Tricia stated.
Erika watched in bewilderment as the cabin suddenly became a place of chaos as everyone, except Victoria and herself, launched into stripping out of their clothes. None of them went to the bathroom to change, but changed right in front of her.
Phoenix came back into the cabin. The girls all but stopped their whirlwind and looked at their counselor.
“What happened?” Rachel asked.
“They said that you are lying about not pranking their cabin,” Phoenix sighed. “The two that I caught in our cabin will be spending their last night at camp cleaning the kitchen with Sheila.”
“So they were in our cabin?” Victoria looked vindicated.
“I caught them going through our closet.” Phoenix nodded. “There will be no more pranks or name calling tonight. No shenanigans of any kind. Do you understand?” She met the eyes of each of the girls, some who nodded. “If I find out that you did prank their cabin, or planned any retribution whatsoever for tonight, you will be sleeping in Daisy cabin. Got it?” She swept the room again, her gaze spending a little more time on Rachel. “Okay let’s get ready for the dance. Victoria, could you flat iron my curly mop?”
“As soon as I’m done with our hopeful Queen.”
“Thank you.”
“Erika felt like a beach ball bouncing from one person to the next as each took a hand in getting her ready.
“This color will set off your eyes so well with your dress.” Tricia smiled. “Already your eyes are popping.”
Tricia, wearing a soft pink floral dress had the front of her hair pinned loosely back with some lose curls falling down over her bare shoulders. Erika was in awe of the petite girl’s effortless, simple beauty.
Samantha walked across the room behind Tricia wearing a bright red halter top dress. She had her hair pulled up in a French twist with spiky pieces sticking out,
“Are your forms glued down firmly?” Tricia asked drawing her attention away from the cheerleader.
“Yes, I did it yesterday.”
“Okay, I’m going to put some powder to blend them in a bit better.”
Tricia stood back and looked over her work. “Samantha, what do you think? Is that enough blush?”
Samantha came and looked at Erika. “Yes. Anymore and she’ll start looking too fake. She’s going to a dance, not on stage.” She looked Erika in the eye and smiled. “You look beautiful.”
Erika flushed slightly, but not out of discomfort. Was she really feeling like a girl now? Just a few short weeks ago, Eric would have been humiliated if anyone had called him beautiful. He would have been a little embarrassed if someone had called him handsome, but Eric was supposed to be handsome. As Erika beautiful was a flattery that Eric would never have believed he would have liked.
“Here, you need to put these on.” Samantha handed her some nylons, then eyed her curiously, “Do you know how to put them on?”
“I think so.”
“Be careful not to snag them. It’s the only intact pair of nude hose we have left; another casualty of Ashley’s earlier strike.”
Erika took the offered panty hose into the bathroom and carefully pulled them up her calves and thighs. The nude nylons stretched to form to her leg hugging it in a second skin of breathable, sensual elegance.
“Oh my god, these feel wonderful.” Erika whispered as she felt them encompass her legs in a silky embrace.
She stood and wiggled her toes and smiled. “And girls complain about wearing these?” She shook her head, causing her curls to bounce.
Katie entered the bathroom. “Wear them for the night then you will understand why we complain. Here’s your dress.”
A few minutes later, Erika stood in front of the mirror. She had truly lost her breath. If Eric had seen a girl looking like this in room he would have forgotten about Samantha in a heartbeat. Tears welled in her eyes.
“Don’t go crying and ruining all of my work,” Tricia admonished.
“I can hardly believe what I’m seeing.” Erika turned and looked from a different perspective. “I look so–so pretty.”
“That was the idea. You don’t see many ugly girls winning the title of Dance Queen, do you?” Victoria smiled.
Erika looked from Victoria in her yellow dress back at the familiar stranger in the mirror. Her dark hair had been curled–the sides pulled up and back, exposing her fine bone structure and sparkly earrings that Dani had found at the thrift store. Her makeup looked as good as any actress or model gracing a magazine. The spaghetti strapped royal blue dress made her skin look creamy and her eyes shine like two blue jewels. The nylons smoothed out any blemishes her legs might have had and gave them a barely there tan color.
“I’m still not sure about these shoes.” She said looking down at the blue three inch rounded toe pumps that Tricia had picked to go with the blue dress.
“You’ve been practicing in the wedge sandals all summer.” Samantha stated. “You will be just fine.
“Is that really me?” Erika asked in disbelief.
“You’ve gone from being a plague to becoming a princess.” Krystal looked up from her book. She was wearing a black slinky skirt with a slit up the side and a low-cut purple top.
Tricia leaned forward and lightly caressed Erika’s lips. “You are going to blow them all away.”
“Okay, girls,” Phoenix announced, “Stand together so that I can get your picture.
The Lavender Ladies of Columbine cabin gathered together and smiled as Phoenix’s camera flashed.
The cabin counselor smiled. “Okay, let’s go dance and throw those cute guys, down there, for a loop.”
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Camp Kumoni 66
The girls of Columbine carefully made their way down the path to the dining hall.
Erika had a little trouble seeing where they were going due to the twinkles dancing around in her eyes from the flash pictures Phoenix had taken of them in the cabin.
Her hand kept flying out to Samantha for support.
She decided these heels were not that similar to wedges after all. Her wedges had more support. In the heels, she felt like she was walking on the tip of a stick.
“Just take short steps,” Samantha encouraged. “You’re doing fine.”
Erika shot her a look of disgust.
“This is uneven ground. You’ll do better once we’re in the hall.”
Loud music permeated the stillness around them and Erika could feel the vibrations of the bass pounding through her body.
Tricia squeezed her hand. “You ready Princess Erika?”
“Princess?”
“All girls nominated for the title of Queen are called princesses,” Tricia stated matter-of-factly.
The tables and benches of the dining hall had been folded or pushed up against the walls, clearing a wide-open area for a dance hall. A large punch bowl and cups, bowls of chips, popcorn, cookies and crackers sat on a table against the far wall. A second table, set up by the large windows had upon it stereo equipment, which was blasting into the room and vibrating the windows behind it.
Guys gathered together in small groups, talking or lazing against walls. Most of them wore button down shirts, some even wore a tie loosely around their necks. Some wore pants, but most wore shorts.
The girls, clustered in various sized groups, looking like flowers in their brightly colored dresses and skirts.
Heads turned as the Columbine girls entered. Smiles lit most of the faces when they noticed who they were, others scowled. Erika guessed that the latter were Ashley’s friends.
“I thought this was a dance,” Erika voiced, “Why isn’t anyone dancing?”
“Either it’s too early or they’re too scared to be the first,” Samantha explained.
“Wow, Dani you look beautiful,” Derek admired as he approached. His eyes shifted to Dani’s roommates. “You all look beautiful,” he added, but his voice didn’t have the same depth of feeling as when he spoke of Dani.
Derek took Dani’s hand and led her off, his eyes never leaving her small frame. Dani had chosen to wear a black skirt and a red, low scoop neck top. Her long blonde curly hair had been loosely piled and pinned on top of her head giving her the illusion of a little more height, as did the red heels she wore.
Erika smiled as her friend walked off with her heart’s desire. “They are so sweet.” She looked over at Tricia and found her looking at her with the same devotion she had just seen in Derek’s eyes. She gave Tricia’s hand a squeeze.
She found herself bouncing a bit with the music. “Tricia, how are we supposed to dance the waltz to this kind of music?”
“We don’t, this is for fast dancing.”
“But you didn’t teach me fast dancing.”
“There isn’t much to it. You just bob and sway to the music, while moving your hips and arms.”
“What about my feet?”
“In heels, you don’t do a lot with your feet. You just shift your weight or take baby steps.” Tricia demonstrated.
“Oh.”
“Shall we get this party started?” Samantha asked.
Tricia, Victoria, and Katie nodded.
“How do we do that?” Erika asked.
“We dance.” Tricia pulled Erika out into the center of the dance floor with the other girls of Columbine and began dancing, smiling and laughing.
A few other girls came out on to the dance floor and joined them.
“Now, we go and invite the guys in,” Tricia instructed.
“Huh?”
“Go up to some cute guy and either ask him to dance, or take his hand and lead him out to the dance floor.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Sure, you can, watch.” She nodded her head over to Samantha. “Watch how she does it.”
Erika glanced around the room looking for a guy she could dance with. She saw Kyle leaning up against a wall, watching the girls dance. He was Josh’s friend, and an ass. She surveyed more of the room and caught sight of Matt. He was talking to a couple of his cabin mates.
Erika danced her way to the edge of the dance floor, like Samantha had done, and then walked over to Matt.
The young man was engrossed in a conversation with his friend and didn’t see her approach. His friend had however and a look of astonishment washed over his face making Matt look up.
“Hello Matt.” Erika tried to keep her voice from cracking. Butterflies the size of turkeys fluttered around in her stomach.
She smiled with a flush as Matt’s eyes scanned down her body and then met her eyes with awe.
“Hello, Erika–wow, you look incredible.”
“I need a partner for a dance or two, could you help me out?”
“I would love to.” He smiled. He took Erika’s hand and glanced back at his stunned friends with a big sheepish smile as he was led out onto the dance floor.
“I’m not that great of a dancer,” Matt warned.
“This is actually my first dance,” Erika replied.
“How can it be?”
“I never went to dances at school.”
The two were joined by the rest of the Columbine cabin girls who had each gone to a guy and pulled him, or shamed him onto the dance floor.
Two songs later, Erika watched as Kyle cautiously stepped through the dancers. He went up to the guy Victoria was dancing with and tapped him on the shoulder. A word or two was exchanged and Kyle took the guy’s place. Victoria’s was no longer smiling and just looked at Josh’s friend.
“We need to be closer to Victoria.” Erika told Matt. The two danced their way so that they were right next to the Hispanic girl. Others in the cabin had the same idea and closed in for support as well.
“Victoria, Erika could just make out Kyle’s voice.
“I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am for the fire extinguisher thing. I never intended it to go that far, nor did I mean to hurt you.” The Oak cabin boy apologized.
Victoria was flabbergasted. She didn’t know what to say for a long moment.
“Anyway, I didn’t want to end summer camp without saying that I was sorry.”
“Thank you, Kyle.” Victoria could barely be heard above the music.
“Would you like some punch?” Kyle offered.
Victoria nodded and they left the dance floor. Erika was puzzled. This guy, this friend of Josh’s, who had invaded their cabin with a fire extinguisher and a panty raid and sprayed Victoria in the face with it, just apologized and Victoria not only forgave him, but joined him for punch?
Erika looked to Samantha, the puzzlement all over at her face as she darted her eyes towards Victoria and Kyle.
“He has liked her all summer,” Samantha explained. “He just didn’t know how to show it.”
Erika figured she should ask more about it, but the music changed from a hip-hop song to a ballad. Erika looked at Matt, who looked back at Erika, both not knowing what to do.
“I’m not very good at slow dancing.” Matt admitted.
Erika smiled. “Like I said, this is my first dance” She watched as all of the others around her slowed to match the slower song, the girls stepping closer to the guys, their hands around their necks. “Shall we at least give it a try?”
Matt shrugged. Erika stepped closer and put her arms across his shoulders and around his neck. He was only a few inches taller than she was, but it felt very different than it did in the woods with Tricia. She felt his hands at her waist as they swayed slowly to the music. She looked up at him and saw him smile nervously at her. She smiled back, trying to calm any fears that he might have.
Erika noticed some of the couples dancing nearby. The girls laid their heads against the guy’s shoulder or if he was much taller against his chest. Then a sight across the room caught her eye. Dani was standing on one of the benches with her short arms wrapped around Derek’s neck as they moved with the music. Erika smiled to herself and concentrated on maintaining her balance in the heels and not stepping on Matt’s toes.
When the song was over, Erika stepped back and dropped her arms from Matt. “Thank you for dancing with me, Matt.” She smiled.
“Uh, sure. No problem.” He grinned, “Maybe you can save me another dance later?”
“It’s a deal.” Erika smiled as she walked with him back to his friend.
“Is it me? Or is that girl glaring at you?” Matt’s friend asked Erika and pointing his chin off across the hall.
Erika turned around and saw Ashley with hatred in her eyes staring angrily across the room at her.
“She’s mad about something I didn’t do,” Erika explained. She looked back at Matt. “Remember you owe me another dance later.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Erika walked around the fray of people in clusters around the dance floor and found Victoria sipping on some punch.
“So do you like him?” Erika inquired.
“I don’t even know him,” Victoria defended.
The two girls watched the others on the dance floor.
“Did you see Dani and Derek?” Victoria asked.
“Aren’t they so cute?” The two said together then laughed.
“Look, look over there.” Erika pointed. “Phoenix and Todd.”
Phoenix’s curly copper hair had been flat ironed into long straight silky tresses that flowed around her back. She looked up at Todd and he looked down. Their lips met in a short but effective embrace.
“Oh my God! Are they together?” Victoria exclaimed.
“Yes.” Erika beamed.
“How do you know?”
“I’ve seen them together.” Erika explained, “Where else do you think Phoenix has disappeared to all summer?”
“How long have you known?” Victoria inquired.
“Since the second week of camp.”
“And you didn’t tell anyone?”
“She asked me not too. They could have gotten into trouble, but since this is the last night of camp, I guess they’re letting everyone know.”
Victoria shook her head. “Our counselor ends up with the hottest guy in camp.”
Katie escorted by a tall guy from Fir cabin joined them.
“I’ll be right back,” he promised Katie. He walked with long loping steps towards the refreshment table.
“Who is that?” Victoria asked.
“Scott.” Katie bit her lip.
“What’s wrong?” Erika asked.
“I don’t know whether to hit him or kiss him.”
Erika looked at her tall roommate confused.
“He has had all summer to ask me out and he waits until the last night,” Katie growled. “He said he was too intimidated to ask me until tonight.”
“Do you like him?” Victoria asked changing the direction of the conversation.
Katie smiled. “A little.”
“Well, good. Does he live near you?”
“No, he lives a couple of hours away.”
“Well, get his digits, girl.” Victoria grinned, “If he has a cute brother, give me his number too.”
Scott returned with two cups of punch and handed one to Katie, who smiled a thanks and drank.
“Would you like to dance some more?” Scott asked.
Katie nodded and handed Victoria her cup. Scott took her hand and led her back out on to the floor.
Samantha came over and joined them. She took Katie’s cup from Victoria and drained the last of the punch from it.
“What did Katie mean, Scott was intimidated?” Erika asked Victoria.
“Katie is extremely beautiful and tall.” Victoria told Erika, “You add to that, a sparkling personality, and you have a lonely girl looking for love and no guys out there who will risk embarrassing themselves asking her out.”
“Erika have you ever noticed that Jordon from high school always dates guys from other schools?”
“Yes.”
“She has the same problem. The guys at our school are all too intimidated to even approach her, so she has to fish from a different pond.”
“Even the guys on the football team are intimidated by her?”
“Well, no. Most of them are just assholes. She’s too smart to date assholes.”
“Well, I guess I see what you mean.” Erika nodded. “I was too intimidated by you.”
“How about now?” Samantha quirked a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
“Now, I have a sister.” Erika smiled back.
Samantha wrapped her arms around Erika and gave her a big hug. “You look so amazing; I just can’t get over it.”
“Too bad you didn’t get before and after pictures.” Victoria grinned.
“I’m sure we could come up with a before picture. Phoenix just took the after pictures before the dance,” Samantha thought aloud.
“We need copies of those so we can compare,” Victoria agreed.
The music came to a stop at the end of a song.
“Let’s have a couples dance,” a voice called out. “All of the couples here at Camp Kumoni come out on the dance floor. All of the couples.” A romantic ballad began playing.
Some laughing caught their attention. Erika watched and giggled as two guys carried a bench out onto the dance floor. Derek helped Dani up onto it and the two began swaying to the music with big smiles on their faces.
“Did you know Phoenix and Todd were an item?” Samantha asked the other two.
“Erika did.” Victoria said with a bit venom.
Tricia walked up beside Erika and took her hand. Erika squeezed it, and Tricia squeezed it back in return.
“Don’t worry,” Tricia muttered for Erika’s ears only. “I’m here when you are ready.”
Erika gave Tricia’s hand two more love squeezes and smiled at her.”
At the end of the song the music picked up. “Camp counselors only,” the voice instructed over the music. “Camp counselors–which includes the kitchen staff and instructors.”
Sheila and a few other ladies of the kitchen staff still wearing white aprons piled through the kitchen door and joined the other counselors on the dance floor. The Columbine girls laughed with enjoyment as they watched Sheila danced as well as she paddled a canoe.
“Samantha?” Erika got her friends attention. “You told me to tell you, so now I’m telling you.”
“What’s that?” Samantha leaned in to hear over the music.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
“Okay.” Samantha looked around. Victoria, scout it out, please.” Samantha directed. “Rachel,” she called over to the athletic girl.”
“Rachel came over. “What is it?”
“Erika needs to use the bathroom. Once we’re inside we need a guard on the outside.”
“I’ve got it covered.” Rachel agreed with a nod.
In the cabin before the dance, Rachel explained that she didn’t wear dresses, so to the dance she borrowed a denim skirt from Victoria and a blue short sleeved blouse. Victoria had taken one side of her bobbed hair and pinned it back and fastened a glittery hair comb into it. She argued against wearing heels and relented to wearing a pair of black flats in place of her running shoes.
The group of girls moved towards the bathroom. Victoria came out and waited for them. “There is one girl in there, she’s finishing up.”
Upon leaving the bathroom, the girl’s eyes widened in alarm as she saw the Columbine girls all standing before the door. Once she had left, Tricia, Victoria, Samantha and Erika entered the bathroom, leaving Rachel to guard the door.
“Just don’t pee standing up,” Samantha teased.
“It would be easier,” Tricia pointed out.
“Still,” Samantha grimaced. “It’s kinda gross.”
Erika entered the stall as the other three took up positions around the bathroom.
“You’re giving me stage fright here,” Erika said after a few moments.
I’ll turn on some water,” Victoria suggested.
A few minutes later, Erika re-emerged from the stall and went to the sink. She stutter-stepped as she caught her reflection in the mirror. She hadn’t recognized herself. There hadn’t been time to see what her friends had done to her in the cabin’s bathroom mirror. The more she looked the more she was starting to get intimidated of her own reflection and wondered how the guys in the hall were reacting to it. She turned her face from side to side as she studied her reflection.
“Hair and make-up check,” Tricia agreed. She walked around Erika scrutinizing her hair then she stood in front of her and scanned her face looking at the makeup. “Here, put some of this on,” she said handing Erika some lip gloss.
Tricia checked out her own hair and makeup as did the other girls before they knocked on the door and emerged back into the din of the hall.”
After a few more songs, the music faded and silenced.
“Okay, time to announce the Queen of the dance,” Director Hobbs announced.
Ears perked up and a large group closed in around the camp director leaving a semi-circle of open space before them.
Ashley and cabin Daisy stood on one side of the arc and glared across it at Columbine on the other.
“This year the voting was very close.” Director Hobbs smiled, but one young lady stuck out above all others.” She stopped as if finding what she had said funny.
“You’ve so won this.” Samantha whispered in Erika’s ear.
Director Hobbs continued, “The runner up and Camp Princess, is…” she looked at a note card, “Ashley of Daisy.”
A cheer and applause rang throughout the hall.
“Ashley, come on up,” Hobbs invited.
Ashley wore a smile plastered to her face. Her eyes though, were like daggers as she looked at Columbine. She stepped forward and accepted a small spray of flowers.
“I told you, you’ve won this,” Samantha grinned.
“They still haven’t declared that.” Erika reminded.
“And now for the Queen of the Dance,” Hobbs announced theatrically, trying to build up the tension, “This year’s Camp Kumoni Queen is… Dani of Columbine cabin.”
A thunderous applause shook the building as campers looked at one another confused at the announcement.
“Dani?” Samantha exclaimed puzzled.
“Me?” Dani looked confused.
“Go on up there, Dani.” Victoria urged her forward.
Ashley looked just as stunned as everyone else as Dani stepped forward.
“But we all voted for you, Erika.” Samantha stated, “Really we did. How could Dani win?”
“Because I went to Director Hobbs and told her that if I happened to win the vote for Dance Queen, that I would want it to go to Dani instead. By Dani winning, I would know that the vote was in my favor,” Erika explained. “Dani is just as deserving if not more so than I am.”
Samantha and Tricia looked at Erika trying to understand all she was saying.
“Besides,” Erika grinned, “Ashley is so vain, she will feel more embarrassed by losing to a midget than losing to me.”
Samantha began laughing, Victoria and Tricia followed.
Erika smiled and waved as Dani, looking bewildered, was crowned with a plastic, sparkly tiara and handed a bouquet of roses.
“What’s up with Dani winning?” Rachel joined them. “I thought we campaigned for Erika.”
Krystal quickly filled her in.
“Oh my God.” Rachael guffawed. “That’s hilarious.”
Director Hobbs smiled. “Queen Dani, would you lead off the next dance?” Dani looked for Derek who was so filled with pride and honor, that he glowed pink. The two of them walked out to the middle of the dance floor as the music began.
Their height differences made them look a bit awkward. But they swayed and stepped to the music in a stilted waltz box. Once through the chorus, Ashley led her date out onto the floor and joined them. A few moments later, the rest of the campers began pairing off and joining in the lovely ballad.
“Should we show them how it’s done?” Tricia asked.
“I was hoping you would ask.” Erika smiled back.
The two girls stepped out onto the dance floor, took up position and began to waltz. Other couples cleared out of the way as they dipped, flowed and spun around the room, the skirts of their dresses billowing out as they stepped lightly.
By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B Half way home, the bus pulled into a rest stop. “Okay, you have twenty minutes to use the facilities,” a counselor informed them. Erika looked at the other girls around her. “I need to start changing back.” Samantha and Tricia nodded. Erika grabbed her duffle and entered the ladies restroom with Tricia and Samantha. |
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“That was really cool, what you did for Dani last night.” Katie beamed down at her.
“She deserves it.” Erika smiled back, “How was your night with Scott?”
“Wonderful.” Katie blushed.
“I take it you didn’t beat him up. Did you two kiss?”
Katie turned bright red and smiled.
“Well, it looks like you ended up getting your summer wish.” Erika took Katie’s hand, “Katie has a boyfriend.”
“He lives kind of far away,” Katie said, but we’ll try and get together a couple of times a month.”
“And there is always e-mail, texting and calling.”
“Yes, though cell phones don’t really work where I live, I’m too far out in the boon docks for cell service.”
“Well, I’m happy for you, Katie.” Erika gave her hand a squeeze.
The model squeezed it back.
When they entered the cabin, they set to work packing up all their clothing, and other items. They left the hangers in the closet, hoping that next summer’s campers would appreciate them.
Once she had all of her girl clothes in, she piled her boy clothes on top then sat on the edge of her bed and watched her cabin mates one by one, trying to memorize their faces. It was hard to believe that just a few weeks ago she was terrified of these sweet, wonderful girls. Now she couldn’t imagine her summer without their warmth, friendship and love.
She took her duffle bag and looked through it again, making sure it was all there.
“I’m sure going to miss you girls,” Phoenix stated watching them all finish up. “You all have grown so much this summer.”
The girls just looked at one another in silence, not knowing exactly what to say or how.
“Well, shall we get some breakfast?” she suggested breaking the awkward silence.
The Columbine girls, all dressed in their lavender shirts walked down to the dining hall which was a little more subdued than it usually was.
Of course, Sheila out did herself. She made Belgian waffles with strawberries and cream to go on top. As always, there was a table that contained muffins, fruit and cereal.
“So, do you know how much weight you lost?” Dani asked Krystal between bites.
“Thirty pounds.” Krystal replied sheepishly.
“Wow, that is great!” Erika exclaimed.
“Rachel you should open a camp for losing weight,” Phoenix smiled. “Krystal that is absolutely incredible. That averages out to be three pounds per week. Even if you continue to lose half of that a week, over the next few months, no one will recognize you next summer.”
“You should tell Sheila when you’re done with breakfast.” Rachel smiled. “She’ll want to know.”
Phoenix brought out a paper and pencil, “Okay, I want each of you to write down your email address, phone number and mailing address if you know it. I want to send you and your parent’s pictures and keep in touch with you.”
“Um, could you not send pictures to my parents?” Erika asked, “Dad wouldn’t understand and mom, probably wouldn’t like it.”
“I’ll send them to just you then.” Phoenix agreed, “You can decide whether or not to show them.”
“Thanks.” Erika smiled.
Director Hobbs cleared her throat loudly catching everyone’s attention. “Everyone, I just wanted to thank you for such a wonderful summer. Did you all have a good time?”
A cheer went up with applause.
“Okay,” she continued after the din died down, “You’ll have an hour or so before the buses come. The counselors and I will have a list of what buses you should be on. Please have all of your baggage down at the parking lot in half an hour. Okay, let’s get going people.” She dismissed them.
The Lavender Ladies got up and walked up to the cabin. They talked about everything except for their leaving. They spoke of not missing the hot weather, of the scariness of the storm. They talked about skinny dipping at midnight and how good ice cream tasted after that swim. They laughed about the pranks that they pulled on Oak cabin. Phoenix was shocked, but laughed along with them.
Erika gathered up her suitcase and duffle, looking around the place that she had called home for the summer. She took a deep breath in taking the scent of the dusty cabin mixed with the lake, a bit of pine and even a musky whiff of moss.
“What are you doing?” Rachel asked.
“Memorizing the smell of the cabin,” Erika explained.
“Why, Whatever for?”
“I’m memorizing the smell of the cabin.”
“You can do that?”
“In a way, yes. I heard about a blind woman who was taken to her elementary school fifty years after she had last been there. They didn’t tell her where she was going, but when they took her into her old classroom, she knew exactly where she was, just by the smell.”
“Is that true?” Katie asked doubtful.
“I’ve heard the same thing.” Phoenix nodded.
Erika watched as each of the girls closed their eyes and took a deep breath in through their noses.
Phoenix broke the spell. “Okay girls let’s get down to the parking lot before Hobbs has a fit.”
Erika followed Rachel down the trail with Tricia beside her. The parking lot was already filling up with campers. Several buses were parked in a line.
The girls from Columbine stopped and piled their luggage in one spot. Dani walked up to Erika. “I’m going to miss you, Erika.” She started to get teary eyed, “I won’t ever forget what you’ve done for me.”
“What did I do?” Erika asked.
“Well...” She began. “You helped me to become less self-conscious in the beginning and…..You made me camp Queen last night.”
“You were always Queen in my book, Dani. I didn’t have anything to do with that.”
The two girls hugged one another tightly for a long moment. When they released, Katie was there.
Katie embraced Erika, “You make a great girl.”
“And you,” She stated. “make a great friend. Take care, Katie. And please write.”
“I will,” Katie promised.
Katie released Erika and embraced Samantha. Rachel came up and stood before Erika looking her up and down.
“I don’t understand it, but I’ll just go with it.” Rachel smiled. “It was rough at times, but I’m glad you were one of my cabin mates this summer.”
“Thank you, Rachel.” Erika smiled. “I’ll miss you too.” Erika held her arms out and Rachel stepped forward and the two embraced.
“Let me know how everything goes with your dad and with your sports,” Erika told her.
“I will.” Rachel released her and stepped over to Samantha.
Phoenix directed Katie on to one bus then helped Dani to another, then went over to the remaining girls.
“Well, at the beginning of summer, I told you that I wanted to see you all be ‘reborn’ and grow. I think I’ve gotten my wish. You are all beautiful, wonderful girls and I feel proud to have been your counselor.”
“One question before I go.” Rachel looked at Phoenix.
“Sure, Rachel.”
“You said that you knew about things that were going on in the cabin even when you weren’t there. You seemed one step ahead of us all along–how?”
Phoenix smiled. “I’d like to say that it was my superior intellect and reasoning, but in truth and please don’t be mad at me… I had a baby monitor under my pillow.”
“Argh.” Rachel slapped the palm of her hand against her forehead then turned and climbed the steps up on to her bus.
“Okay.” Phoenix looked at the five remaining. “It looks like you are all going back on the same bus.” She wrapped her arms around Samantha and whispered something in her ear as she gave her a hug, then moved to Erika. “You are a good, smart, wonderful person, no matter who you choose to be. I’m so happy that you were to stick it out during those first rough weeks. You don’t know how many times I wanted to jump in to your rescue.”
“Thank you, I think.”
Erika followed Samantha onto the bus. Samantha passed to the rear of the bus and took a seat near a window. Erika sat one seat behind her. One by one, Krystal, Victoria and Tricia joined them; Tricia sat in the seat next to her.
The bus slowly pulled out of the parking lot, the campers waved out the windows to friends and counselors who waved back.
“How long do we have before we get home?” Erika asked.
“A few hours, why?” Victoria inquired.
“My mother said I had to leave Erika behind and come home as Eric,” she said looking down at her white skirt and sandaled feet.
The girls talked about the things that they learned at camp, the memories that they would always treasure and what they wanted to do when they got back home.
Half way home, the bus pulled into a rest stop.
“Okay, you have twenty minutes to use the facilities,” a counselor informed them.
Erika looked at the other girls around her. “I need to start changing back.”
Samantha and Tricia nodded.
Erika grabbed her duffle and entered the lady’s restroom with Tricia and Samantha.
Erika put the duffle down next to one of the sinks and turned on the tap. She splashed water all over her head and combed her wet tresses out, then slipped into one of the toilet stalls.
She slipped out of her skirt and gaffe, other than taking a shower, or her day off, it was the first time she had freed her genitals since the first week of camp. She decided to keep wearing her panties–boxers would just seem too weird at this point–and pulled on a pair of jeans. She slipped her Lavender shirt off over her head, removed her bra and replaced it with her Ramones T-shirt. She took off her sandals and slid her feet into her converse tennis shoes. Eric stuffed Erika’s clothing into the duffle and waked out to anxious friends. “I’ll have to do the rest on the bus.”
Once on the bus, Eric handed his duffle to Tricia. “Could you pull out the nail trimmers?”
A moment later, Eric was clipping his acrylic nails down to a masculine length. He then took an odorless acetone and scrubbed the polish off them. He didn’t know what to do about the thickness of them. He’d just have to let them wear off naturally or find something at home that would help eat away the acrylic and glue.
“Could you find a small bottle with a brush applicator?” He instructed Tricia. “It’s in the side pocket.”
He took the bottle from his friend and began applying it to his chest at the edges of her breast forms. With what was left of his fingernails, he began scraping at it. Once he had a free edge, he began pulling the breast forms away from his chest.
“Ouch, doesn’t that hurt?” Victoria asked.
“A little, but not too bad. I’ve had to do this about every ten days so that I could wash my chest, then reapply them, so I’m kind of used to it.”
With one breast form free, he handed it over to Tricia to stow in her duffle.
“Can I see that?” Victoria asked.
“Sure. You might want to wipe the back off first, it’s kind of icky.”
Tricia used the Lavender shirt to wipe the back of the form off, while Eric worked on the second one.
Victoria held it in her hand, feeling the weight and texture. “It’s kind of creepy in a way.”
“How?” Eric asked.
“I’m basically holding your breast in my hand. Something that has been a part of your body all summer; I just think it is a bit creepy.”
Eric looked at her strangely, and then worked on freeing his other form.
“Okay, now I need to get rid of this make up.”
Tricia pulled out some wipes and some make up remover. Eric scrubbed his face, especially around his eyes to remove all traces of mascara and eye shadow. He had Tricia check his work to make sure he got most everything, and then took a brush to his hair. He brushed it all back and put an elastic around it securing it in a more masculine fashion.
“Don’t forget your earrings.” Krystal observed.
Eric removed the hoops that Samantha had loaned him and handed them to her.
“Keep them.” She waved her hand.
Eric put packed them in a side pocket for safe keeping.
“I miss you already.” Samantha bit back tears.
“I’m still here,” Eric replied.
“I know, but you’re now a brother, when a few minutes ago, I had a sister. Can’t I mourn the loss of Erika?”
“I guess.” Eric shrugged. In his heart he was missing Erika too.
“I miss her as well.” Victoria wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.
“Not you too.”
“Sorry.”
“I’m still the same person.”
“I know, it’s just that we grew so fond of Erika.”
“Either way, Eric or Erika, I like you.” Tricia squeezed his hand and smiled.
“We need to get together for school shopping or something,” Samantha stated looking at the other girls.
“Slumber party at my place?” Tricia suggested.
“Do you even know where you live yet?” Victoria inquired.
“It doesn’t matter. We should have a slumber party.”
“I’ll have to run it by my mother, and perhaps by that time my shrink,” Eric sighed.
“I need to see if I can get some money for a new wardrobe.” Krystal smiled at Samantha.
The bus pulled into an elementary school. Several vehicles were parked waiting for the bus, parents stood on the side walk or on benches nearby. Eric looked for his dad, and found him leaning up against his truck talking on his mobile phone.
“My sister’s here,” Tricia exclaimed. She waved out the window.
“My mom’s here,” Samantha stated.
“So are both of my parent’s,” Krystal added.
“Mine will be here in about twenty minutes.” Victoria looked at her watch.
The bus came to a stop and the doors opened.
“Hold on!” the counselor called over all the noise. “Make sure you get all of your things off the bus.” She skipped down the steps and waited just outside the doors for everyone to unload.
Eric picked up his duffle and shuffled off of the bus along with everyone else.
He was a few feet away from the bus when he was enveloped by Samantha. “Thank you, Eric. Thank you for coming to camp with me, for putting up with my issues. Thank you for helping with that incident with Josh.” She started crying, “I can never thank you enough for talking to me about Summer, for explaining what truly happed.”
Eric wrapped his arms around her. He held her tight, enjoying her touch, but not as a hopeful lover or a love sick puppy, but as a friend. “You’re welcome.” He paused. “You know, I have now walked in your shoes, I’ve seen what it is to be a girl. I won’t say it is easy, but I’d take it any day over being the plague. Thank you for going to camp with me.”
Samantha pulled away, smiled and wiped tears from her eyes. “Call me,” she ordered then turned to greet her mother.
He was just about to head off across the parking lot to his dad when another set of arms wrapped around him. “You are so wonderful, Eric,” Tricia said. “I hope you figure out what you need to figure out. I’ll be waiting for you.” She lifted her chin and sought out his lips. Her sweet kiss turned into a more passionate one. Eric’s groin had no difficulty rising to the occasion.
She pulled back after a little nibble of his bottom lip. “Call me when you get home.”
“I’ll call you as soon as I can,” He promised. He glanced over at his dad who was still on the phone but waved to him with a smile.
Krystal gave him a squeeze. “I’ll need your help to see that I continue losing weight,” she told him.
“You won’t need me, you’re doing fine on your own, but I’ll be here just in case you do.”
“I’m sorry about being so mean to you at the beginning of camp,” Victoria hugged him next. “If I don’t see you shopping or at the slumber party, I’ll see you at school. I’ll even eat lunch with you.”
“I’ll understand if you don’t.” Eric released Victoria picked up his baggage and walked over to his dad.
“…I don’t care how it gets done, just see that it is done,” His dad demanded of the person on the phone. “We are on a tight schedule.”
Eric tossed his stuff in back of the truck and got in, carefully avoiding too much of his father’s gaze.
“I’ve got to go now,” his father said. “I’ve got to drive my son home from summer camp.” He hung up the mobile and started up the truck. “It looks like you learned a little bit about women this summer,” his dad observed with a sly smile.
“You can say that again.” Eric leaned his head up against the window and watched as his friends disappeared behind them.
And thus ends the tales of Camp Kumoni. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it, seeing your comments, arguments votes and corrections. ;)
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B They wandered over to the queue for the tickets and waited. “Whoa, is that ‘The Plague’ interacting with our cheerleader?” a voice called. Eric tried to control a chill that wracked his body as his mind screamed to make himself small and unnoticeable. “Is this creep bothering you, Sam?” “Greg, he’s not a creep, just leave us alone,” Samantha snapped back. |
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Author's Note: (Okay, you wanted a sequel and my arm hurts from the twisting. I’ve started this story as a continuation of Camp Kumoni, but I have to warn you all. I don’t know where it is going to lead, and unlike Camp Kumoni, I don’t know how it will end. I might walk away without ever finishing it, or I might end it ten years from now. So If you like the exploits of Erika and the Lavender Ladies, I hope you will enjoy what I put together here.)
“I know, mom.” Eric sighed, “It’s just, well, I don’t see what the big deal is?”
“The big deal is that you were dressed as and acting like a girl, Eric.”
“Whatever.” He opened the car door, “What is this shrink’s name?”
“Dr. Barts.”
“Dr. Farts?”
“Dr. Barts.” Mrs. Martin rolled her eyes, “Don’t embarrass yourself at your first appointment.”
Eric followed his mother into the building and checked in at the receptionist’s desk.
“Are you going in too?” His heart flip-flopped. He may as well bow out now if she was.
“Only if she asks for me. This is your doctor’s appointment.”
“What did you tell Dr. Farts about me?”
“Dr. Barts only knows a basic outline of the story behind why you’re here.” Mrs. Martin explained. “Stop sitting like that,” She referred to Eric’s legs crossed in a feminine manner.
“Sheesh, mom.” Eric uncrossed his legs and slouched a little bit in the chair. “Is this better?”
Mrs. Martin rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything.
Eric looked around the waiting room, posters of various scenes, animals and people hung around the room. Each had an inspirational saying boldly written across the bottom. A central coffee table held a variety of magazines, a few coloring books and Highlights magazines.
The door opened. “Mrs. Martin?”
Eric got up with his mom. Please don’t let us be in this together. Please, please, please.”
“Are you Eric?” the woman asked.
Eric gave her a quick nod.
“I’ll come get you in just a few moments. I would like to speak with your mother first.”
Eric gave his mom a ‘don’t embarrass me’ look and went back to a chair to wait. Unconsciously he crossed his legs, picked up a National Geographic magazine and began thumbing through it. His mind was too occupied to do anything but look at the pictures.
Last week he had returned home from camp. His father picked him up from the busses and drove him home. Mr. Martin had asked a few questions about Eric’s time at camp, but after a few non-committal answers they drove the rest of the way home in silence. His mother wasn’t home when they arrived, so Eric lugged his suitcase and duffle up the stairs to his room, and began unpacking.
He wrapped the breast forms and gaffe in a T-shirt and looked around his room. He lifted his mattress but thought that it would be lumpy hiding them there. He looked closely at his bookshelves. There wasn't much room for them there, not without his mother or father spotting them. Then he considered his old, dust collecting stereo. Eric didn't use it much anymore, only every once in a while, when he would pull out some old worn vinyl records to play and go over memories of his friend Summer. He pulled the stereo forward on its shelf about an inch, then felt behind it to see how much space there was between it and the wall. He gently stuffed the shirt wrapped contraband behind the stereo and stood back considering it from all angles.
The skirts, tops and other feminine clothes, He boxed up and covered with a pile of his comic books. The little make up that he had, he concealed in a folded towel and placed it at the bottom of the stack of clean towels in his bathroom. Eric pulled the blue dress out of the suitcase and held it up wondering how he was going to hide it. He shrugged and hung it up in the back of his closet, behind a long overcoat he hardly ever wore. The panties that he had worn all summer, he stuffed into the back of his underwear drawer, under a few handkerchiefs that he had once used as part of his ‘Emo’ outfits.
Once he had stashed everything, Eric went on to his computer and logged in. He took out the paper of info that he had received from the Columbine girls and entered their email addresses into his address book and shot off an email to each of them before going to his web comic site.
Eric looked through the last few comics that he had posted, read replies and comments to them then looked at his unfinished drawings and sighed. He really hadn’t the time to draw much all summer.
Eric sighed, flopped down on his bed and took a deep breath, taking in the familiar scent of home. The scent was a bit musky, and more faded than he remembered it being. “It needs a sweeter, scent to it. Orange blossoms maybe?”
The thought of sweeter scents reminded him of camp. He really was missing the friends that he had left only a few hours ago.
The door opened and his mom smiled at him from across the room.
“Eric, won’t you come in?” the woman behind his mother greeted.
Eric tossed the magazine on the coffee table as he passed it and followed the woman through the door and down a short hallway to an office.
“Eric, I’m Dr. Barts,” she said. She closed the door behind them and gestured Eric to a deep, comfortable leather chair. She sat in a tall backed office chair nearby.
Eric studied the woman as she looked through some paperwork. She was petite with dark hair that had been loosely pulled into a messy French twist and modest, but stylish clothing that was a bit conservative for Erika’s tastes. Her makeup appeared underdone behind the small wire framed glasses.
“First off, Eric, I just want to let you know, that anything said in this room, stays in this room. I’m kind of like Las Vegas in that way.” She smiled at her own joke. “So whatever you tell me in confidence here, I won’t go telling your mother, unless you give me the okay to do so.”
Eric nodded understanding.
“So, Eric, Why are you here today?” She inquired.
“Because my mom made me come.”
“So you don’t want to be here?”
“No, not really.”
“Have you ever been to a psychologist before?”
“Do school counselors count?”
“Some are psychologists, so I guess we could count them.”
“I’ve been to one and he was a waste of time.”
“What happened?” Dr. Barts inquired.
“I’d really rather not talk about it.” Eric was on guard. “He told me to stop being a wimp and grow up.”
“Oh my. I guess I can see why you are so defensive.” She gave Eric a long caring look, “I won’t tell you anything like that, Eric. I promise.”
Eric shrugged and looked around the room, anywhere but to meet this woman’s eyes.
“So, your mother tells me that you had a very interesting… unusual summer, can you tell me about it?”
“There’s not much to tell, I went to camp, made some friends and did camp things,” Eric stated, skirting the issue.
“Tell me about the friends you made?”
Eric casually but guardedly told her about the girls of Columbine cabin, as well as about Derek, Matt, and Phoenix.
“Well Eric, our time is up.” Dr. Barts announced. “I am going to ask you mom to have you come by in a couple of days, I want to hear more of your summer with your friends. It sounded like you experienced a lot of very cool things and made some very good friends.”
Dr. Barts walked him to the door and gestured to his mom to the receptionists’ desk to set up another appointment.
Eric stood over by the coffee table staring at the magazines and listening hard to the conversation between the two women to see if Dr. Barts would say anything about their talk. She didn’t mention a word.
Eric and his mom walked back out to the car. “How did it go?” She inquired.
“Okay, I guess.” Eric shrugged.
“I figured we could get some lunch and then go get your school supplies,” his mom suggested.
He shrugged. “Okay, whatever.”
When they returned home, Eric hauled his bags of school supplies upstairs and set them off to one side. He took up his cell phone and scanned through the missed calls.
“Hey mom?” he called as he sprinted downstairs.
“What is it?” his mom called from the kitchen.
“Tricia is having a sleepover party at her house Friday, and wants me to come.”
“To a sleep over with a bunch of girls?”
“It’s the same girls I’ve been sleeping with all summer, mom.”
“I don’t know, Eric. Let me think about it.”
Eric rolled his eyes and trudged back up the stairs to his room. He called Tricia and explained to her that he wasn’t sure yet about the sleepover.
“Should I have my mom call your mom?” Tricia offered.
“Not yet. My mom would feel manipulated, we need to give her a day or so, then we’ll have your mom call her.”
Eric and Tricia talked on the phone for a bit. Tricia told Eric about the different things in the town that she and her family have been discovering over the last week; Shops to frequent, restaurants to eat at and places to hang out.
“Have you checked out our new theater?” Eric asked.
“We drove by it, but I haven’t been there yet.”
“We should get the gang together and check out a movie.”
“Are you doing anything tonight?” Tricia asked, “I’ll call Samantha, Victoria, and Krystal.”
“I don’t think my parents have plans.”
“I’ll call you back.”
Eric went back downstairs to his mother. “Mom, can I go watch a movie with my friends?”
“What friends?”
“Samantha, Tricia, Krystal and Victoria.”
Mrs. Martin gave Eric a long measuring look.
“Come on, Mom, I went to see Dr. Farts today.”
“Dr. Barts.”
“Whatever,” Eric shrugged. “It’s just a movie.”
“Okay.” His mother nodded. “But no Erika.”
“Yes, mother.” Eric raced out the kitchen before his mother could change her mind and up the stairs to his room and waited for Tricia’s call.
“Give me a call when the movie gets out so that I can pick you up.” Eric’s mom pulled up to the curb.
“What if we want to get ice cream after?”
“Give me a call.”
“Yes, mom.” Eric got out and waved to Samantha who was smiling from the ticket window.
Eric went up to the blonde that he had crushed on for the past few years and smiled. Samantha stepped closer and threw her arms around him giving him a hard squeeze.
“How are you doing?” she asked.
“Okay. My mom had me go see a shrink today.”
Samantha pulled back, “How did that go?”
Eric shrugged.
“Oh good you’re here.” Tricia greeted walking with Krystal. “Victoria said that she’ll be here in a few minutes.”
Eric found himself in a tight embrace from Tricia. “I’ve missed you,” she said rubbing her hands up and down his back.
“I’ve missed you too.” Eric didn’t realize how true those words were until she had wrapped her arms around him and he inhaled her sweet scent.
Tricia released him from her bear hug, but her hand held possessively on to his.
“Krystal, what did your parents say when they saw you get off the camp bus?” Samantha inquired.
“They were in total shock. My mom started crying.” Krystal blushed.
“Are you staying with the diet?”
Krystal nodded. “Mom has decided to help. She has put the entire family on a weight loss program. We have a nutritionist visiting the house in a couple of nights.”
“That is awesome.” Victoria greeted from behind her.
They wandered over to the queue for the tickets and waited.
“Whoa, is that ‘The Plague’ interacting with our cheerleader?” a voice called.
Eric tried to control a chill that wracked his body as his mind screamed to make himself small and unnoticeable.
“Is this creep bothering you, Sam?”
“It’s Samantha, Greg, he’s not a creep, just leave us alone,” Samantha snapped back.
“Pity date, huh?” Greg snickered, “Just because he was a friend to your sister, doesn’t mean you are immune to his contamination.”
“Get lost, Greg,” Victoria sneered.
“Whoa, stand back Greg. I think the plague is spreading,” Greg’s friend Tyler chuckled.
“Big words for a guy that can’t read more than a scoreboard.” Victoria glared.
“The final score on that board is all I’ll need to get into a major University,” Greg laughed.
“Looks like we’re going to have to inoculate for the plague again this year,” Tyler grinned.
“Nice ‘hair band’ hair, plague, are you starting a band? The Plague and the Vomits?” Greg laughed.
“Yeah, an Emo band, the Killer Plagues.” Larry joined.
“Get out of here,” Samantha demanded.
“Okay, okay.” Greg put hands up as a warning, “We don’t want to risk contamination anyway.”
He and Tyler walked off laughing and high fiving.
“Who were they?” Tricia asked.
“Greg will be captain of the football team and the most popular guy in school,” Victoria explained.
Tricia shook her head. “What a jerk.”
“What’s worse is that Samantha used to have the hots for him.” Victoria shook her head.
“I did not,” Samantha defended.
“Oh you so did,” Eric agreed with Victoria.
“Is that how they treat you at school?” Tricia looked to Eric.
“That was them being nice,” Eric admitted. He glanced around. “Too many witnesses for anything else.”
“I think I may want to change schools,” she confessed.
A panic started Eric’s heart to pump from the adrenaline. She couldn’t change schools. He needed her at school with him, to help him be accepted.
Tricia sensed his panic and squeezed his hand. “I wasn’t serious, I won’t switch schools.” She assured him.
Relief washed over him.
“You can’t go to school as Eric.” Krystal asserted. “Not to be tortured like that. There must be a way for you to be Erika. Are you sure, your parents won’t allow you to be Erika?”
“My dad doesn’t know about Erika and my mother is against the idea. She has me going to a shrink now.” Eric explained.
“We’ve got to figure out a way.” Samantha agreed. “No offense Eric, but It would be a much better school year with Erika at school than having to defend Eric every time we walk through the halls.”
“Oh, none taken. I know better than you, the possibilities.” Eric agreed. “I just wish there was a way.”
Eric and the girls from Columbine cabin walked into the theater pondering other options.
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “Would it be all right with you, if I used the last name Summers?” “Oh, that is so perfect!” Tricia clapped her hands. |
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“I did,” Eric nodded. “She said that she’d have to think about it. It doesn’t sound too promising though.”
“Are you sure it wouldn’t help if my parents spoke to her?”
“I don’t think so. Let me ask her again and let her think about it. Given some time, she might come around.”
“I think I might have an idea on how to get Erika into school.” Victoria volunteered. Four pairs of eyes focused on the newspaper editor. “I registered as a front office aide. I might be able to get into Eric’s transcripts. If I can, I can try and change the name and gender on the paperwork, then Erika would be able to register.”
“There are an awful lot of ‘ifs’ in there,” Krystal pointed out.
“Do you have any better idea?”
“Samantha, you hacked into the camp computers. Couldn’t you hack into the school computers?” Eric asked.
“No, the security for the school computers is a lot tighter.”
“You could try registering the first day of school and tell them that your transcripts are in the process of being sent,” Krystal suggested. “It might work until one of us can break into your files and pull your transcripts.”
“That might work,” Victoria agreed, “There are a lot of new students the first few days of school and the front office is swamped. It would take them a while to figure out that you didn’t have your transcripts.”
“We’ll need to do something about your name though,” Samantha thought aloud. “Erika Martinez is too similar to Eric Martin. You could look amazing as Erika, but people will figure out with your names being so close sounding.”
“We already know her by Erika,” Krystal brought up. “It might get confusing for us or for her.”
“Keep her first name Erika but change her last name.” Victoria bit her lip deep in thought.
“What do you think for a last name?” Samantha looked to Eric.
“We’re getting a bit ahead of ourselves,” Eric stated, “We don’t even know if we can pull this off.” He stared off in to space for a moment then looked at Samantha. “Would it be all right with you, if I went by the last name Summers?”
“Oh, that is so perfect!” Tricia clapped her hands.
Four sets of eyes were now watching Samantha. A smile spread across her face as tears misted her eyes. “I think Summer would be honored if you took her name.” Samantha threw her arms around Eric and squeezed him tight.
“Anyone up for getting some gelato?” Victoria asked.
“I’ve got to call my mom.” Eric pulled his cell out of his pocket. “She wanted a call if plans changed.”
A few minutes later, the five friends stood in line at the gelato stand
“Someone call the C.D.C. We have a plague alert,” a voice called in passing.
Eric blushed.
“Who was that?” Tricia looked to Victoria.
“One of the student body representatives.”
“Oh my, we definitely need to get Erika enrolled.”
“I’m sorry,” Eric apologized. “maybe I should go over there and sit at a different table.”
“Bullshit.” Samantha slapped Eric’s arm. “Snap out of it. You’re our friend and you are sitting with us.”
“But people from school are watching.”
“Let them. They need to grow up.” Tricia took Eric’s hand.
The five friends sat down at a table and ate their gelatos.
“We need to make a few arrangements if we’re going to have Erika with us at school.” Victoria looked around the table. “She’ll need a place to change. She’s going to have to leave and return home as Eric, but somewhere before she gets to school, she’ll need to change into Erika. Where does everyone live in relation to Erika’s house and the school?” She pulled a piece of paper and pen out of her purse and began making a rough map of the area.
“Someone is going to have to double up on laundry too,” Tricia observed. “She won’t be able to wash her female clothes at home.”
“How about we all take turns?” Samantha suggested. “Each week one of us does her laundry, that way we’ll only be doing it one week per month.”
“That sounds good,” Victoria agreed.
“I’m about four blocks from the school,” Tricia observed. “She can use my place as a pit stop between home and school. Besides, I’m sure Leeza would be willing to help out. I know she’d like to see Erika from time to time.”
“You’re going to need school clothes.” Samantha pointed out.
“I’ve got some clothes.”
“Those are summer clothes. You’ll be able to use a few of them, but you are going to need a wardrobe. You might be able to fit into a few of my clothes, my skirts and perhaps some of my larger tops, but that is about it.” She looked at Victoria. “Do you have anything that might fit Erika?”
Victoria looked at Eric and thought. “I might have a couple of things, but I have a sister that is more Erika’s size. I might be able to get some of her cast offs.”
Samantha looked at Eric with a sparkle in her eye. “It looks like we’ll have to go shopping.”
“School starts in just over a week. When are we going to be able to?” Eric asked.
“We need to get you to the slumber party,” Tricia asserted.
“I told you, I don’t think my mom will let me.”
“Can you tell her you’re going to another friend’s house?”
“I don’t have any other friends.”
Tricia bit her lip in frustration and thought.
“My mom’s going to be here in just a few minutes,” Eric informed his friends.
“Eric?” Samantha asked. “What did you do with your breast forms and camp clothes?”
“I hid them.”
“Where?”
“In my room. The only thing that I couldn’t hide was the dance dress. It’s in the back of my closet behind a long coat.”
“Has your mom gone looking through your room?”
“If she has, she hasn’t mentioned it. I put some porno magazines under my mattress to hopefully throw her off.”
“We’ll need to move those out of your house. Is your mom working tomorrow?”
“No.” Eric shook his head. “I might be able to get some time during her soaps though.” He looked outside to see his mother’s car pull up. “I’ve got to go.”
“I’ll call you later.” Samantha promised.
Eric lay on his bed, letting his mind wander. School would be starting soon, which meant an earlier bedtime. He wanted to enjoy these late nights as much as he could. His mom and dad had gone to bed an hour ago.
Eric hoisted himself out of bed and piled his comic books onto the floor. He pulled a skirt and top out of the box along with a bra. He reached behind his stereo and pulled out the T-shirt wrapped forms and sat down on the bed.
Eric stared down at the breast forms that had been an intimate part of his body for most of the summer. Did he want to do this? Did he really want to be Erika or was it a matter of being accepted?
He pulled off his shirt, put on the bra and fitted the forms into place. The familiar weight felt good, felt natural. He cupped the breasts in his hands and allowed his fingers to run over their shape. He almost sighed with the ‘rightness’ of it.
Erika dug through her drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. She pulled the gaffe on and tucked Eric’s genitalia into place. It was less comfortable but felt secure. She then pulled panties on, followed by the long white skirt.
Erika unfolded a pink blouse and slipped it over her head tugging it to place over her curves. She slid her legs into the embrace of panty hose and pulled them up over her thighs. The prickly stubble on her legs reminded her that it had been a week since she had last shaved. She longed to have silky smooth legs again.
Erika turned the light in the bathroom on and dug out her makeup. She laid what she had out on the counter and admired herself in the mirror as she applied mascara, a touch of blush and lip gloss.
She fluffed up her hair a little and turned one way then another as she admired herself in the mirror. Why did she feel so comfortable dressed like this? She had spent years dressed like a boy, wearing loose pants, baggy shirts. They were roomy, clothes that Eric could lounge around in. She had only spent a few weeks wearing girls’ clothes which tended to fit more snugly.
Erika cast a final look at herself in the mirror and went to her computer and signed on. She created a email address at Yahoo, then created a profile at Facebook and Myspace. If her friends were able to pull off a miracle and she was able to attend school as Erika Summers, then she would need to create a history and background. She uploaded pictures from camp that Phoenix had sent them. Her heart swelled with longing as she looked at the picture of herself in the blue dress right before they went to the dance. Was that really her? It seemed so long ago.
Erika looked at the clock and yawned. It was almost two in the morning. She set her computer on standby and went into the bathroom. She scrubbed her face with a washcloth before stashing her makeup in the bottom towel. She slowly undressed, folding her clothes and putting them back in their hiding places.
Eric wrapped his breast forms up in the camp T-shirt and tucked them back in their hiding place. He missed the nightgown that he had worn in camp. When he had donned it those first nights in the cabin, it had felt like an embarrassment, as if he was wearing a costume, only it wasn’t All Hollow’s Eve and he was afraid that someone would notice and start laughing at him. That nightgown, however, became like a security blanket, it wrapped around him at night and kept him warm, safe and covered.
Eric went over to the box with Erika’s clothes buried at the bottom and dug out the nightgown. He held it up before him and looked it over. Then as if there was a time limit, he turned it around and slipped it over his body, freeing his long hair from its collar and climbed into bed.
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“Mom?” Eric poked his head above the counter to look at his mom.
“Yes?”
“Did you have time to think about me going to the slumber party?” Eric asked.
“A bit.” She stuffed a check into an envelope.
“And?”
“I don’t like the idea.” She looked up and gave Eric a long look. “I don’t think it’s healthy.”
“But Mom...” Eric pleaded. ‘Healthy’? she didn’t think it was ‘healthy’?
“You are a young man. You shouldn’t be trying to be something you’re not.”
Eric’s shoulders slumped. He scrubbed at a pot in the sink. “I thought you understood while you were visiting at camp.”
“I understand wanting to be liked, wanting to be accepted, but you’ll never be accepted as a transvestite.”
“You haven’t told dad, have you?” Eric was scared to know the answer.
“No, I haven’t told him–yet.”
“Does he know about my seeing the shrink?”
“Yes, he knows you are seeing Dr. Barts.”
“But he doesn’t know why?”
“I told him you were having social issues at school and at camp.” She paused, “Technically it’s true.”
Eric was in a panic. He needed to get to that slumber party. He desperately wanted to be with his friends. Samantha and Victoria were working on a way for him to get into school as Erika. He needed to know what those plans were and how he could help instigate them.
“What if we were to ask Dr. Barts,” Eric suggested.
“Ask her about what?”
“If it would be alright if I went to the slumber party.”
“I don’t know.” Mrs. Martin shook her head.
“You afraid she’d say yes?” Eric probed. This was a last-ditch effort and it could backfire badly, but fifty-fifty odds were much better than no odds.
“I don’t care what she says, you are my son.” She stressed that last word.
“If she says no, I won’t bug you about it again,” Eric pleaded. “But if she says yes, you’ll let me go.”
Mrs. Martin picked up her cell phone and dialed. “Yes. Is Dr. Barts available? Yes, could you have her call me back at her earliest convenience? Thank you.” Mrs. Martin gave the receptionist her number and hung up. She looked at Eric. “If she says ‘no’, then you will stop bugging me about this socially unacceptable behavior.”
He finished putting the dishes into the machine and started it up.
“Your hair looks nice,” he commented.
“Thank you, your friend Sasha did it… And the answer is still no. I will not let you go unless Dr. Barts advises otherwise. Stop buttering me up.”
“I didn’t say it to butter you up, mom, It was just a compliment–sheesh.” Eric left the room and walked up the stairs and closed his bedroom door behind him.
“Hey Samantha. It’s Eric,” He spoke into his cell phone. “I’m still not sure if I can go to the slumber party yet, but I’ve gotten my mom to think about it some more and she is going to ask my shrink if it is a good idea or not.” Eric flopped down on his bed. “I told her that If the shrink says no, then I can’t go nor can I ask again.”
“We still need to get your stuff out of your house,” Samantha urged, “I have cheer practice this afternoon. Can I get if from you on my way?”
“I’m not sure,” Eric said with a sigh. “Mom is keeping a pretty tight leash on me right now.”
“Well, you want to come to cheer practice with me?”
“I won’t be welcomed.” Eric pointed out, “Remember, I’m a plague that invites disaster. The cheer squad would probably all break a leg or something and blame it on me.”
“Oh.” Samantha sounded deflated.
“Besides, If I can somehow go to school as Erika, It would be better for them not so associate your friend Eric, with Erika.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” The excitement was gone from her voice. “When will you hear from your shrink?”
“I don’t know. I heard my mom call and leave a message, so it might be a little bit. I should know by this afternoon. At least I hope so.”
“Call me as soon as you know,” Samantha instructed, “I’ve got to go. Call me.”
Eric hung up the phone and began working on his web comic.
A knock came at his door, startling him. Before he could reply his mother opened it.
“Dr. Barts wants to see us.”
“Now?”
“Yes. We are to be there in just a little bit.”
“What did she say about the sleep over?”
“She didn’t. She wants to talk to us first.”
“Us?”
“Yes. Get ready.”
Eric saved his files and put his computer on standby before slipping into his converse. He went into his bathroom and pulled his hair back. He felt a bit naked without at least mascara on but avoided the urge. He sped down the stairs and joined his mom in the car.
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“What did Dr. Farts say?” Eric asked his mom as they pulled into the parking lot.
“Dr. Barts only said that she wanted to talk to us before helping us decide this issue.”
They walked into the waiting room. Eric picked up a National Geographic and fell into a chair while his mother spoke to the receptionist. Mrs. Martin then sat down next to Eric with a Cosmo and began looking through it.
“Eric?”
Eric looked up to see Dr. Barts waiting for him in the doorway. She smiled as he got up, dropped the magazine on the table and joined her.
“So I understand you and your mom have an issue that you want my advice on.” Dr. Barts smiled after they were both seated.
“My friends have invited me to a slumber party tomorrow night, but my mom doesn’t want me to go.”
“Are these your friends from camp?”
“Yes. It’s at Tricia’s house.”
“Why don’t you think your mom wants you to go?”
“I don’t really know. They’re all good girls, most are straight ‘A’ students and they aren’t into drugs or anything.”
“Have you been to a friend’s party in the last year or so?” Dr. Barts asked.
“No.” Eric collapsed in on himself.
“Why not?”
“I didn’t have any friends…. until this summer.”
“How come? you’re a nice, smart guy.”
“Until this last summer I was ‘the plague’.”
“The plague? How do you mean?”
Eric closed his eyes, his heart jumped and flipped and settled back down as he took a deep breath. He told her about school, told her about the teasing, the bullying and the flagpole incident. He talked about Summer, and her friendship as well as her suicide. He didn’t cry. He promised himself not to cry when talking about what happened, and he promised himself not to cry in front of anyone. Only in the safety of his own room would he unlock that door.
“Wow.” Dr. Barts muttered, “So other than Summer, you haven’t had any friends until you went to camp?”
Eric nodded. He looked up at the Dr. through tired eyes. “You won’t say anything to my mom, will you?”
“Eric, I am bound by law to tell others only if I believe you wish to harm yourself or others. Other than that, what you tell me is confidential” She looked at him, “Does your mom know about any of this stuff? About the flagpole and the bullying?”
Eric shook his head. “She knows generalities, but she doesn’t know any of the details. She knows that I was taped to the flagpole, but not that I was naked or any of the other stuff… you won’t say anything to her, will you?”
“No.”
“How did you come to being Erika?” She asked. It was the first time the Doctor had even brought up Erika let alone say her name.
“Samantha is Summer’s sister. She contacted me online and became a friend. When I told her that my mom was making me go to camp, she suggested that she would go and that I should go as a girl so that she could watch over me and so that she can find out more about her sister.”
“Why would Samantha feel like she would need to watch over you?”
Eric was quiet for two breaths. “Camp would most likely be like school, but twenty-four, seven.” Eric felt a chill run down his back. He could picture being stuck in Josh’s cabin and dealing with the bullying that would ensue. “I don’t think I could deal with that. Samantha’s idea was to help me by keeping me away from the boys.”
“Mmm hmmm.”
Eric’s imagination ran through the things he imagined guys like Josh and Kyle would do.
“Did you like being Erika?”
Eric looked at the floor for a long moment then nodded his head. He looked up and only glanced at Dr. Barts for a moment then focused on a picture behind her head. “When I first started being Erika, I didn’t like it at all. I was scared to death of being found out and being forced back into the role of ‘The Plague’; Forced to live as ‘The Plague for the whole of camp. After a few weeks, I actually started to enjoy it. I know it’s a weird, perverted feeling, but I did like being her.”
“Who says it’s perverted and weird?”
“Everyone.”
“Who is everyone?”
“My mom, society.”
“Your mom said it is perverted?
“No, not exactly. She said that society won’t accept me as Erika.”
“Society does sometimes have an issue with Transgender people.” Dr. Barts relented.
“My Dad and his side of the family.”
“Does your dad know about your being Erika?”
“No, at least, my mom says that she didn’t tell him, but my grandmother and cousins all don’t like gays and transvestites and stuff.”
“They don’t? How do you know?”
“They ‘dis’ them, put them down, and sneer when they talk about them.”
“People have a lot of misunderstandings about Transgender.” The doctor shook her head.
“So you think I’m Transgender?” Eric looked pleadingly at Dr. Barts.
“I don’t know yet, Eric that is why you are here, so that we can find out together.
A silence stood between them for a long moment, each lost in their own thoughts.
“Eric, do you still dress in woman’s clothing – sorry, Erika’s clothing?”
Eric turned bright red and looked at the floor. “You can’t tell my mom this.” He stole a glance at Dr. Barts who nodded, “Mom told me that Erika had to stay at camp…” He paused, “I dressed up last night for a little bit but took it all off before going to bed. I did sleep in my nightgown though.”
Dr. Barts nodded as she scratched at her pad. “How do you feel when you wear women’s clothing?”
“I don’t know,” Eric shrugged. “Comfortable?”
“Is that a question or an answer?”
“I guess it’s an answer.”
“You guess that it makes you feel comfortable.”
Eric nodded. “It just feels… ‘right’.”
“Does wearing woman’s clothing get you excited?” Dr. Barts purposefully kept her eyes on her pad. “Do you get aroused?”
“Only the first time, when Samantha helped me get outfitted for camp… Every once in a while, I’ll get, you know… excited, but not very often. It’s just clothing.”
Dr. Barts nodded while writing. She finished what she was working on and looked up at Eric and smiled. “What did you and your friends plan on doing at this slumber party?”
“I don’t really know, spend time together before school started, eat pizza, watch movies…” Eric shrugged.
“It’s alright with your friend’s parents that they are having a boy sleep over? Or were you planning to go as Erika without their knowledge?”
“Tricia’s parents know about me, her sister, Leeza, is a Transgender.”
Dr. Barts raised an eyebrow at that then smiled. “This next question is a bit embarrassing, I’m sorry.”
“They’ve all been embarrassing.” Eric stated.
“Yes, I know, and I apologize, but we’ve covered a lot of ground today.” She smiled, “Eric, are you attracted to or sexually involved with any of these girls?”
Eric blushed only slightly, but not nearly as much as some of the earlier questions had made him redden. “I used to be attracted to Samantha, but at camp we found out that we love each other as sisters, not lovers.” He smiled, “Tricia and I are kind of feeling things out.”
“What does that mean to you?” Dr. Barts asked. “Feeling things out?”
“Well, we’ve kissed a couple of times and we hold hands, but nothing more than that.”
“Are you sexually attracted to Tricia?”
“Yes, but kind of different.” Eric explained, “With Samantha, all I could think about was being with her, kissing her, holding her in my arms. With Tricia, We’re more like very close friends. I am sexually attracted to her, but it’s not as lustful as it was with Samantha.”
“Do you think your dad suspects what you did at summer camp?”
Eric shook his head as if to clear it, having spoken about one subject and then suddenly changing direction, “I don’t think so.”
“Do you plan on telling him?”
“Not if I can help it.”
“Well, Eric, it has been a very informative session today.” Dr. Barts shifted and put her pad down. “I’m going to have you wait in the waiting area while I talk with your mother.”
“You aren’t going to tell her what we talked about are you?”
“I told you I can’t, and I won’t, unless I think you are going to harm yourself or another.”
Dr. Barts led Eric out to the waiting room. “Mrs. Martin?”
Eric gave his mother a nervous smile and took a seat with his National Geographic.
–o0o–
“Mrs. Martin, you are raising a very intelligent, loving, sensitive kid.” Dr. Barts smiled.
“Thank you.”
“Eric has a lot of trust issues. He has lost a dear friend to suicide, which to their loved ones, feels like a betrayal of trust. He has been bullied a lot in school, which leads to serious trust issues. Do you know to what extent Eric has been picked on at school?”
“I know he doesn’t have many friends and kids tease him.”
“Mrs. Martin, your son’s nickname is infamous.” Dr. Barts stressed, “I’ve heard others in my office refer to him by that hurtful nick name, so I know a little of what has befallen him.”
Mrs. Martin sat stunned, not knowing what to say.
“One of the first things I have to establish with a patient in order to help them is trust. I need them to trust me so that they feel they can tell me things that they won’t tell their spouse or even their own mother.”
“Is my son a transvestite?” Mrs. Martin blurted out.
“I honestly don’t know yet,” Dr. Barts stated. “Eric has a lot of issues to work through. Whether or not he is Transgender, or cross dresser is just one piece in the jig-saw puzzle that makes up that wonderful person sitting out there.”
Mrs. Martin looked everywhere in the room except at Dr. Barts. “One thing that would help is you not referring to the social stigmas associated with people of different lifestyles. I know society has a hard time with accepting them but stating that fact only makes it harder on those who have to deal with it daily.”
Mrs. Martin looked abashed.
“I would like to see you once every other week for a few sessions, Mrs. Martin. It would also help if you sat in on a support group meeting for those who have loved ones who are Transgender.”
“Uh, okay.” She said a little shocked that ‘she’ was to participate in counseling.
“Here is info on a support group that meets locally. I think it might help you more than you believe. When you are ready, you might have your husband join you at those meetings.”
“There is a group here, locally? Are there a lot of… you know…”?
“Transgenders?” Dr. Barts finished for her, “More than you realize.”
“Thank you, Dr. Barts.”
“Oh, and about the slumber party,” Dr. Barts almost forgot, “I think it would be alright for him to go, as long as the parents of the girls know that a boy will be sleeping over and they have an adult chaperone. It will also be a big step in building that much needed trust.” Dr. Barts got up and led Mrs. Martin out into the waiting room.
Eric and his mother walked back to the car in silence.
“Are you okay, Mom?” Eric bit his lower lip concerned.
“Yes,” She smiled and patted Eric on the leg. She started up the car and looked over at Eric. “You can go to the party.”
“Really?”
His mother nodded.
Eric threw his arms around his mother’s neck. “Thanks, Mom.”
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “Where to next, oh Goddess of shopping?” Leeza asked, bowing to Samantha. “Let’s check out Journey’s. Sometimes they have some good shoes for next-to-nothing.” |
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With pillow, sleeping bag and duffle in hand, Eric knocked on Tricia’s front door.
“Eric!” she squealed as she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a hug.
His arms already full, all he could do was stand there and weather the embrace.
“Eric’s here,” Victoria called up the stairs.
Tricia released him and took up his duffle. Eric turned and waved to his mother who waved back before driving off.
“Did you bring your ‘other’ stuff?” Samantha asked.
“Yes. It wasn’t easy keeping them hidden. They are rolled up in the sleeping bag and inside my pillow case.”
“Were you able to get money for school clothes and stuff?”
“I’ve only got fifty dollars,” he apologized.
Samantha cocked her head a moment. “We can do a lot with fifty.”
“Let’s stow your stuff.” Tricia led Eric into her home.
She led her up stairs to a large den/game room. A large flat screen T.V. hung on one wall. Pillows blankets and duffels were scattered about the room.
“Get changed so we can go.” Samantha stated.
Eric pulled his gaffe, breast forms and clothing out of their various hiding places and entered the bathroom.
Five minutes later, Erika stepped out wearing white shorts, a red tank top and flip flops.
“I get to do her make up,” Tricia called.
“Make it quick,” Samantha instructed.
“I’ll get her hair.” Victoria joined Tricia and Erika in the bathroom. Leaving her long bangs out, she deftly plaited Erika’s hair into two Dutch braids*. While she was doing that, Tricia expertly applied a light eye shadow and mascara to her eyes, a caress of blush to her cheeks and some lip gloss to her lips.
“Erika, you are so beautiful,” Leeza greeted them from the doorway.
Erika blushed slightly. She was in awe of Leeza. She was one of the most beautiful women she’d ever met and to find out that she was a post op transgender, it was enough to blow one’s mind. “Thank you, Leeza.”
“I’m the designated driver and chaperone tonight.” Leeza winked at Erika. “Some yahoo deemed me an adult. Who knew? Are you girls ready?”
Erika stuffed her I.D. into her shorts pocket along with her fifty dollars and nodded to the other three.
The drive to the thrift store was fairly short. The three girls piled out of the Suburban and invaded the store.
“Pants, skirts, tops and shoes,” Samantha reminded them.
“Sweaters?” Krystal inquired?”
“Yes,” Samantha answered. “Jewel tones,” she instructed.
“What size pants do you wear in men’s?” Leeza asked.
“Twenty nine or thirty,” Erika blurted and Leeza rushed off to the men’s department. “I thought we were looking for Erika’s clothes?”
“We are. We girls raid the men’s department from time to time. About a third of all jeans worn by a girl are taken from the men’s department.” Samantha soothed, “Besides your mom will be looking for you to bring home guy’s clothes and jeans will work in both worlds.”
Less than ten minutes later all of the girls converged on Erika at the dressing room. Samantha had Erika stand still as she held up different clothes to her. She handed some of them to Krystal and others to Leeza. “Tricia, did you pick any clothes that weren’t pink?”
“I picked some things that would go with pink too,” she defended.
“Okay, try these on.” Samantha handed the clothes from Krystal over to Erika. The others are either stained, won’t fit or too worn.”
Erika went into the changing room and began the seemingly never ending fashion show. When all was said and done, she had a stack of clothes, which Victoria was holding.
Erika looked from the clothes to Samantha. “I don’t think fifty dollars will buy all of that, no matter how good a shopper you are.”
Samantha smiled. “We’re not done yet.”
She and Victoria quickly sorted through the remaining clothes and organized them on a rolling clothes rack. “Let’s start with pants.” She flipped through the various pairs of jeans, capris and hip huggers, pulling a few of them off the rack, holding them up and setting them aside. Next she did the same with the skirts then took all of the remaining pants and skirts and slid them off to one side. “We won’t be getting those.”
Samantha took the remaining bottoms and spread them out on the rack then sorted through the blouses. She then held a few of them up to the various pants and skirts. Some she discarded to the end of the rack, a few she kept. “Okay these should do, they aren’t too far out of fashion and the most of the tops will go with most of the bottoms.”
“That still looks to be more than fifty dollars,” Erika pointed out.
“What you don’t know is that each of us has pitched in twenty dollars, so now you have one hundred and fifty dollars. Add to that, it is ‘Thrifty Thursday’.” Samantha stated as if that was all she needed to say. “Everything that is marked with an orange tag is forty percent off. Plus I have a coupon for ten dollars off when you’ve purchased forty dollars or more.” She smiled.
The rest of the girls just stared at her.
“I know, when you are good, you are good.” Samantha beamed. “I told you I know how to shop.” She took the others in with her gaze. “We need shoes. Sandals, boots, tennis and dress shoes–nothing that looks too worn or might be uncomfortable.”
The girls took off to the shoe department. “Erika, you go to the purse isle and start looking for purses that you like. You’ll need one black one and one brown one, but other colors are good too. I’m going to take these up front. I’ll meet you back there.”
Erika walked back to the racks that dripped with purses of all sorts. She looked at them blankly not knowing what she should be looking for.
Samantha joined her. “Did you find any?”
“I don’t know what I should be looking for.” Erika admitted.
“Something useful that can carry your make up, wallet, cell phone, odds and ends and tampons.”
“Tampons?”
“You’ll need to carry a few in your purse, so that when you’re in the bathroom and some girl in there has started her period and doesn’t have any, you can befriend her by giving her one or two. Believe me, when you are cramping and bleeding like a stuck pig, anyone that has a spare tampon is your best friend. That reminds me, you’ll want to carry a bottle of Midol too.”
Erika picked up a black purse and held it up for inspection.
“Here, look through the pockets. Make sure there aren’t any holes in them and who knows you might even win the thrift store purse lottery.”
“Huh?”
“Women sometimes forget they put money in certain pockets of their purses and their forgetfulness becomes our pay day.” Samantha coached as she quickly went through pockets.
Erika looked at the black purse and began looking inside. She set it aside and picked up another one. One of the pockets had a major hole in the bottom. She sorted through a few more and pulled out another.
“Jackpot!” Samantha grinned. “Twenty more dollars to add to your budget.”
“Really?” Erika looked surprised.
Samantha held up the twenty dollar bill.
In the end, Erika selected one black purse one brown purse. They were both small to medium in size. Samantha found two dollars in another purse and a few purses yielded some change adding up to a dollar thirty-two.
When they met the rest of the girls in the shoe department, they had chosen ten pairs of shoes for Samantha to weed out and Erika to try on.
The girls took the shoes and purses to the front where a sales lady was holding the chosen clothing. She rang up the purchases, taking the discount off the orange tagged items. Samantha handed her the ten dollar off coupon. She handed Erika the twenty-three dollars and thirty-two cents. Erika handed that over to the sales lady along with twenty five more dollars.
Each of the girls left with an arm load of clothing. Leeza opened the back of the Suburban and they piled it all in.
“Where to now?” Leeza asked Samantha.”
“Why the mall of course.”
Leeza blasted the radio as they pulled out of the parking lot and the girls all screamed the lyrics to the music as they bounced and swayed in the vehicle as they made their way to the mall.
“Let’s see.” Samantha figured as they entered the mall. “You started with one hundred and fifty and found twenty-three more, taking you up to one hundred and seventy-three. You spent fifty at the Thrift store which leaves you now with about one hundred and twenty. You need a good pair of Mary Janes, two pairs of flats, one black one white, and you need at least one more bra and a couple of tops. Other than that you need make up, jewelry, a jacket and odds and ends.”
“I’ve got a jacket for her.” Victoria perked up. “My sister got one for Christmas last year that she doesn’t like. It won’t only fit Erika, but I think she’ll like it too.”
“Awesome, Scratch a jacket off of the list.
“I have some jewelry that I won’t be wearing,” Leeza put in.
“Same here,” the others piped.
“So, only an item or two for jewelry.” Samantha beamed. “Victoria, were you able to convince your sister to get rid of some of her tops?”
“I’ve got a couple for sure, but others, I’ll have to work with her on.”
“A good pair of Mary Janes is a staple.” Samantha informed Erika, “It’s like a little black dress. We’ll want some that are nice, but aren’t going to wear out in a month. So lets head down to Sears first. Typically you want to buy your shoes at someplace like Nordstroms, but at this time, they are out of our price range.”
The girls all walked out of Sears with a pair of Mary Janes and a bra and headed down the mall.
“Dude, ladies at eleven o’clock,” a voice muttered.
Erika looked up to see several jocks from school checking them out. Her heart jumped into her throat. What if one of them recognized her as ‘The Plague’?
“Check out the brunette,” Erika overheard one of them say after they passed. She flushed. The other girls continued walking in silence, each a little flushed.
“Not yet.” Samantha muttered just loud enough for the girls to hear. She led them into the next store. As soon as they were out of sight, all of the girls burst out laughing. Erika just looked at one to the other, not knowing what was going on.
“What’s so funny?” She asked.
Krystal smiled. “They were checking you out.”
“Do all guys do that?” Erika was appalled.
“Only if they like what they see.” Samantha smiled.
“Are they all so obvious about it?”
All of the girls nodded their heads yes.
“I’ve never been obvious about it,” Erika stated.
Leeza smiled. “That’s another reason why you’re a girl.”
“Wait until school starts,” Victoria told her. “It will be more along the lines of ‘check out the new girl’ or ‘Dude, there she is, that hot new girl everyone is talking about’ or something similar.”
“Where to next, oh Goddess of shopping?” Leeza asked, bowing to Samantha.
“Let’s check out Journey’s. Sometimes they have some good shoes for next-to-nothing.”
”Why not just go to Payless?” Erika asked.
“Because they hurt your feet and won’t last very long,” Samantha sighed.
The girls left Journey’s disappointed. They didn’t have carry any of the kinds of flats that Samantha was looking for.
“Ambercrombie?” Victoria suggested.
“Or she may be more of an American Eagle shopper,” Tricia put in.
Samantha stopped in the mall. She faced Erika and looked her up and down, “I think you’re right. She’s more of an American Eagle type.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Erika looked to the others for help.
“That’s because Eric has been shopping too long at Hot Topic, Urban Outfitters, and Zumiez,” Samantha scolded. “We’re trying to give you some taste.”
She and the others started walking down the mall with a little more purpose this time.
“But I like Hot Topic,” Erika practically whined.
“It’s okay to get an item or two there, but not an entire wardrobe,” Tricia smiled.
“What are we getting here?” Erika asked as they entered the store.
“You need a good hoodie.” Samantha decided.
“I have a couple of hoodies at home.” Erika protested.
“I’ve seen them,” Samantha patted Erika’s shoulder, “You need a good hoodie.”
The girls all split up looking for the perfect hoodie, and started arguing about what color it should be.
“I’ve got it,” Krystal said holding up a white hoodie, “Try this on.”
“That is perfect, Krystal!” Samantha praised, “Where did you find it?”
“Clearance,” Krystal smiled.
Erika pulled it on over her tank top and looked in the mirror.
“Great find, Krystal,” Victoria agreed.
Leeza took the bag as they left the store. She looked at Samantha, “Lead on.”
“She needs a couple of more tops and flats,” Samantha thought aloud. She looked to Erika, “How much money do you have left?”
Erika pulled the bills out of her pocket and flipped through them, “Forty-four dollars.”
“We’ll have to forget the flats for now, or borrow a pair from one of us.”
“My feet are too small,” Tricia shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Let’s go check out Old Navy.” Krystal suggested. “They sometimes have good sales on their basic tops.”
“Good idea.” Samantha agreed.
The girls changed directions and went down a different wing of the mall.
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The five girls, loaded with bags, climbed the stairs to the rec room converted sleep over room.
“Wow, you did as well at Old Navy as you did at the thrift store,” Leeza said awed by their shopping spree.
Samantha grinned. “One pair of flats and three tops, not bad at all.”
“Well, I just found my new shopping partner.” Leeza winked at Samantha. She set the bags down on a beat up, but comfortable sofa. “I’ll call for pizza, any requests?”
“No green peppers.” Samantha requested.
“No pineapple for me,” Erika pleaded.
“I like pineapple,” Victoria stated.
“That’s nice.” Erika looked up from her bags, “You can have pineapple on yours. I just request that we have a pizza without pineapple.”
“Any other restrictions?” Leeza looked at the other girls.
“I’m fine.” Krystal shrugged.
“You know what I like.” Tricia dumped one of the thrift store bags out. “We need to wash these before you can go wearing them.” She bundled the clothes up and headed down the hall.
“What movie are we starting with?” Victoria inquired.
“I brought ‘Roman Holiday’ and ‘An Affair to Remember’ Samantha piped up.
“I brought ‘Mulan Rouge’, ‘What a Girl Wants’, and ‘Down with Love’ Victoria added to the list.
“I brought ‘Pride and Prejudice’,” Krystal put in.
“Which one?” Victoria asked.
“Both of them. The one with Collin Firth and the one with Keira Knightly. I also brought ‘Shakespeare in Love’ and ‘Little Women’.”
“I didn’t bring anything,” Erika admitted. “I really don’t own those kinds of movies and if I did, I wouldn’t know what to bring.”
“Let’s start with ‘Roman Holiday’,” Tricia suggested.
“Are we in for the night?” Victoria asked.
“I didn’t plan on going anywhere else.”
“Pajama time girls,” Victoria dug in her duffle, “You brought your P.J.s didn’t you?”
“I brought my nightgown from camp.”
A few minutes later, all of the girls, in their pajamas were gathered around with pillows and blankets, lying across and against one another, absorbed in Audrey Hepburn’s tour of Rome.
“Pizza’s here,” Tricia’s mother called up.
“I’ll get it.” Leeza eased off the sofa.
Four pizzas and several bottles of soda were brought upstairs. Tricia’s mother, brought paper plates, cups and a basket of snack foods, chips, cookies, crackers and chocolate. The girls thanked her profusely as they loaded up their plates with cheesy goodness and settled back into their comfortable positions.
Erika found herself leaning up against the sofa with Tricia lying up against her chest, Erika’s arm draped casually over the blondes shoulder, hand laid lightly between Tricia’s breasts. Samantha was lying across the floor, her head resting on one of Erika’s legs, while Victoria, sitting on the sofa next to Leeza had her leg bracing Erika’s other shoulder.
Tricia’s dainty, silky, fingers slowly caressed Erika’s hand as they watched the movie. Erika’s mind was pulled out of the movie as she realized that all of these girls, these friends had accepted her not only as one of them, but as an intimate friend.
A lump formed in her throat as she remembered what they all had been through over the summer, especially she and Samantha. Her eyes became misty as she thought about the good times that they had spent together, how they had loved one another, each in their own way.
Leeza casually passed a box of tissue down to Erika who grabbed a few sheets and dabbed at her eyes. She missed Katie, who would no doubt be balling during these movies. She missed Dani who was so small, yet so big in so many ways. She even missed Rachel with her crass moods and sharp wit.
Tricia raised the back of Erika’s hand to her lips and lightly kissed it getting her attention.
“You alright?” she whispered.
Erika smiled and nodded. “How could I not be, surrounded by such wonderful friends?”
Tricia smiled. She kissed Erika’s hand again and then held the back of it to her cheek which she slowly stroked across it.
This is where I belong, Dr. Barts, Erika thought to herself. This is where I want to be, and this is who I need to be.
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“I’m getting up.” Eric complained.
“If you aren’t up by the time I come back, I will sing the song,” she threatened. “Come on, we need to go run some errands, including getting your dad a birthday present.”
“Can’t we just get him a gift certificate for the sporting goods store like we did the last two years? He seems to like it.”
“Three years is too many times to pull that stunt. We need to come up with something good. We also need to find you a jacket for school.”
Eric pulled the covers back over his head. “Argh!”
“I’ll sing…” Mrs. Martin warned as she left.
Eric stretched and tossed back the covers. He trudged to his shower and sighed as the hot water poured over his body. He took his razor and shaved his face, then began shaving his legs before he realized what he was doing. He shrugged at his absentmindedness and finished getting rid of his body hair.
He pulled on some ‘skinny’ jeans and a ‘Panic at the Disco’ shirt before pulling on his black Converse. “Mom? How long until we are leaving?” he called out.
“Twenty minutes.”
Eric typed his password into his computer and jumped online. He went to his email account and was pleased to see that he had received email from some of Erika’s camp friends.
Hey Erika,
How’s it going girlfriend? Or is it just friend, now? I hope things are going well for you at home. Have you convinced your parents that you are better as a girl? I just wanted to thank you again for helping to hook Derek and I up. We went on a date the other day. It was wonderful. He is such a sweet guy. My parents met him and think he is just as wonderful as I do. Thank you for so much.
Let me know what’s going on with you and the other Columbine girls.
Dani
Eric thought he has missed Dani, but until this, he didn’t realize just how much he had missed her. He went on to another.
Hey Eric, or whatever you’re calling yourself now,
Just wanted to drop you a line and let you know that I arrived home safely. Two guys on the bus weren’t so lucky. They were picking on one of the girls at camp, so I taught them to pick on someone their own size and then taught them that they didn’t know the meaning of pick. lol.
Dad had to go off again on another trip. He left me a credit card though, so I’m going school shopping. ; )
I know that we have had our differences this summer, but I just wanted you to know that I’m glad you were in my cabin. I’m going to miss all of you
Keep me up to date on how Krystal is doing with her exercise and dieting.
Rachel
Eric smiled to himself. Rachel was tough, but she had a heart that once softened was as loyal as any he had ever known. He then came across another email that had an address that he didn’t recognize.
Dear Erika,
I hope you don’t mind me emailing you. I’ve been writing a lot on my novel, thanks a bunch to you. You have no idea how wonderful it is having a sketch of my characters near my computer to glance at. You are such a gifted artist I can almost see the glimmer of my character’s soul through their eyes. I have written five chapters since I’ve been home. I’ve been writing so much my mother thinks I’m depressed and suicidal. I have had to force myself to go for a walk outside, just to make her happy.
I really enjoyed meeting you at camp. Too bad we don’t live closer together, I’d like to have had more time with such a wonderful girl such as you. I miss our long sessions together as I talked, and you sketched. I miss the way the sun light coming through the window made your hair shine, or the way that you bit your bottom lip in concentration as you drew. I just hope that my family will make a couple of trips to your area. Maybe we could meet up. I hope you wouldn’t mind.
Well, I hope this letter doesn’t make me sound like a stalker. ; )
Take care and write back please,
Matt
“Whoa,’ Eric thought as he finished reading the last email.
“Are you ready? Let’s go.” Mrs. Martin stood in Eric’s doorway, “Do something with that mop of yours and meet me in the car.”
“Fine,” Eric sighed. “I’ll be down in a minute,” He logged off and went into his bathroom. Eric wet down his long hair and combed it all down from the top of his head then pushed his long bangs off to the side and looked in the mirror.
“I need mascara,” he told his reflection. He paused for a moment to think then threw open the cabinet door, pulled the mascara out from inside the towel and deftly applied a layer to his upper eye lashes. He put the bottle back in its hiding spot and looked in the mirror. It didn’t look too obvious, he had dark eyelashes to begin with–the mascara just kicked them up a notch but something about that act, that touch of feminism felt right.
“Maybe we should get your hair cut while we are out today,” his mom suggested as he got into the car and buckled up.
A panic shot through his body, turning his blood to ice. “Not yet,” he tried to sound nonchalant, “I kind of like my hair long. It’s how a lot of guys are wearing it today.”
“What guys?” Mrs. Martin pulled out of the driveway.
“You know, the skaters, the emos, even some of the jocks are wearing their hair long.”
Mrs. Martin rolled her eyes and drove to the mall.
“What are we getting dad this year?” he asked.
“I’m not sure, that’s why we are going to the mall. He is hard to buy gifts for.”
Eric’s mom parked the car and they entered the mall.
Eric was slightly surprised at how busy the mall was. It seemed like everyone was out in force, buying clothes for school. But then, he only went to the mall when dragged by his mother.
“Let’s try and stay away from sporting goods this year,” Mrs. Martin suggested.
“Good luck with that,” Eric said sarcastically.
They walked slowly through the mall, looking at each of the stores, trying to decide of any of them were worth entering on their mission for the birthday gift.
“Let’s try this one.” Eric’s mom steered him to a store entrance.
Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, “Go on in, mom, I’ll join you in a sec. I want to check something out.”
His mom looked at him then around the mall. “You kids and your video games,” she sighed.
Eric blinked then smiled sheepishly.
“Don’t be too long.”
“Yes mom.” Eric started over to the video game store. He turned halfway there and checked on his mom. She was already engrossed in her search. He changed directions and went to the store he actually had in mind. He went to the display and picked up a display model of a pair of flats. “These are cute,” he muttered to himself, “They’ll go good with my khaki capris, and two of my skirts.”
“May I help you?” a voice asked.
Eric almost dropped the shoe when he heard the voice, “Umm, what other colors do you have these in? My girlfriend said that she has been looking for a pair of flats like these,” he asked, adding the ‘girlfriend’ part to make it look as though it wasn’t actually him that wanted them.
“Those come in black, white, red, silver and gold,” the salesperson offered smiling.
Eric turned the shoe over and found the price, “Thank you.” He tried not to flush and retreated quickly to the mall. He glanced over at the store his mom was in and could see the back of her head towards the back. He quickly crossed to the video game store and started looking at the video games.
“Hey, look, Its ‘The Plague,’” a voice laughed.
“Crap!” Eric muttered. He picked up another game box and tried to ignore the baiting.
“Hey Plague boy, aren’t you supposed to warn the public when you leave the leper colony?” the voice continued.
Eric tried to ignore the taunt.
Something hit him on the back of his head. “Hey Plague, I’m talking to you.” Another object caught him on the back of the neck. Eric blinked hard trying not to flinch as the game box landed on the floor next to him.
“They’ll let anyone breed,” he muttered.
Another box hit him harder. Eric spun and glared at Tyler. He put the game back on the shelf and walked out of the store.
“Bye Plague. Can’t wait to see you at school,” the jock snickered.
Eric’s fingernails dug into his palms as he stormed across the corridor to the store that his mother was in. He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down. “Find anything?” he asked his mother hoping that she didn’t hear the stress in his voice.
“Not anything that he needs or has to have.” She frowned. “Let’s try another store.”
They walked out of the store and started down the mall again. Eric glanced around trying to locate the bully but couldn’t find him.
His mom led him into a department store. “Let’s see if they have a jacket for you in here.”
They walked to the winter department and began picking through the coats.
“Stay less than one hundred and fifty.” His mother instructed.
Eric moved to another rack of jackets. He pulled out his cell and text Samantha.
Mom and I are shopping 4 jackets. What color? What style?
He tucked his cell back and pulled out a black one that he liked. His phone buzzed.
White is best, Black, blue, will work. Most any style. Long wool pea coat good 4 skirts.
He glanced around the racks but didn’t find any white jackets. He found a bright blue one with black trim and added it to the one he had. His phone buzzed again.
Have fun bonding with mom
Be more fun with U ;) he texted back.
Miss U 2 she texted.
He texted her another message. Found flats 4 $35 at Shoe Barn, lots of colors. Check them out.
Thx. I will tomorrow
“Find anything?” Eric’s mother asked.
“These two,” Eric held up his find, “Did you see any white jackets?”
“White?” Mrs. Martin looked puzzled, “White is for girls, Eric.”
“Oh.” Eric shrugged. “just thought it would look good with all my black.”
His mother held out four items for him to try on. Eric took them to a mirror and tried one on after another.
“I like this one,” he said turning to see himself in the mirror. He wondered how it would look with his girlish curves as well as with his skirts.
“I thought you might,” his mother smiled.
Eric took the jacket off and handed it to his mom. “I think this one is the keeper.”
The mother and son walked out of the department store with a bulky bag in hand.
“Are you getting hungry?” she asked.
“Yes, I didn’t eat breakfast.”
“Let’s get something to eat.” His mother led them to the food court and looked around. “What do you fancy?” she asked.
“I think I’m in the mood for a taco salad.”
As they ate their lunch, Eric caught sight of Tyler across the food court. The Jock was with two other friends and a girlfriend. They were all looking his way, laughing. Eric felt his face flush with embarrassment but tried to ignore them the rest of his meal.
“I think I want to check out the Things Remembered store,” his mom decided.
The two walked down the mall to the store.
“I’m going to sit out here, if that is okay.” Eric told his mom. She took a long look at him then nodded before entering the store.
Eric sat down on the edge of one of the water fountains and set his drink next to him. He thought about what he and Tricia were planning for the coming day. Samantha was going to pick him up at the time he would be leaving for school, take him to Tricia’s and have him change. They were going to time everything to see how much time it was going to take so that they could plan for it once school started next week.
Eric’s vision went black as something big pushed into him. Flashbacks of the lake at camp erupted before his eyes as water enveloped his head and torso. He flailed about and came up sputtering. He wiped water from his face and looked around. He found himself sitting in the water fountain, soaked from head to toe as people all around him laughed aloud.
Kids with their parents snickered and pointed as mothers with smiles on their faces tried to redirect their kids. Old ladies hid their mouths with their hands as their eyes sparkled in mirth. Over it all, Eric heard Tyler and his friends standing off to one side of the mall corridor laughing. He and two others had their phones out and were snapping pictures of the prank they had just engineered. They put up their phones and ran off down the mall, their laughter echoing like evil clowns from a horror movie.
Eric’s mom came out of the store and looked around to see what the commotion was about. She ran over to Eric, “Are you all right? What happened?”
“Some kids from school pulling a prank.” Eric closed his eyes in embarrassment.
“I’ll call mall security.” His mother pulled out her phone.
“Don’t bother, mom, it will just make it worse.” Eric hauled himself out of the fountain and wrung water out of his T-shirt. “Just leave it be. I’ll wait in the car for you.” He picked up his bag and stormed out of the mall.
“Don’t let them see you cry,” he told himself. “Don’t let them see you cry.”
Once out of the mall, he sprinted out to his mother’s car. He pulled a throw blanket kept in the trunk for emergencies out and laid it on the passenger’s seat before sitting.
He bit his lip, trying to divert his emotional pain into physical pain. “Don’t let them see you cry…” It had become his mantra for the past year and a half.
Eric’s mother got into the car and glared at her son. She dug a small package of Kleenex out of her purse and tossed it at Eric.
“What’s this for?” he asked, still angry at having been the target of yet another prank.
“Look in the mirror, Eric.” She said quietly, purposely avoided looking at her son.
Eric flipped the sun visor down and looked into the mirror at the dark smudges running from around his eyes.
“What are you doing, wearing makeup, Eric?” she asked in a measured voice, “No wonder you were pushed into the fountain. You promised me that you leave the dresses and makeup at camp and here you are looking like a panda.” She revved the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. “I'm disappointed, Eric; very disappointed.”
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His cell phone rang. His eyes darted to it, but he made no movement to answer it. A few moments later, the voice mail alarm sounded. He closed his eyes trying to will the world away.
His cell phone began to ring again. He sighed, picked it up and looked at the caller I.D. He swiped it open and put it to his ear, “Yes, what do you want?”
“Are you okay?” Samantha asked.
“Does it matter?”
“It does to me.”
“So you saw the pictures then?”
There was a pause, “Yes.” Samantha affirmed.
“Well, that didn’t take long.”
“Do you want company? I can come over.”
“No.”
“Would you like me to call Tricia?”
“No.”
“Eric. . . “
“Nothing will change will it,” Eric stated. “Is the picture posted on the Warthog website yet?”
There was another pause. “Yes.” Samantha listened to Eric’s slow easy breathing. “Eric?”
“What?”
“Can I please come over?”
“No, I feel like being alone.”
“Eric, you’re scaring me.” Samantha’s voice was tense, “You’re sounding like Summer before she… died.”
“I won’t kill myself. It would delight too many people.”
“Don’t say things like that, Eric, please.”
“Why? it’s true.” Eric mumbled. “Greg and Tyler would laugh until they pissed their pants. Then they’d laugh some more. Then they would spread even more vicious rumors about me.
“We’ll just have to show them all,” Samantha stated.
“Sure, like that will ever happen. The Greg’s and Tyler’s and Josh’s of this world will always have an easy ride. They will always have someone there to bail them out, someone to give them breaks that others can’t get. And when they die people will have nothing but good to say about them. They will never get shown anything, Samantha.” He took a deep breath. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“I’ll come by in the morning so that we can do that run through,” Samantha promised.
“Sure, whatever.”
Eric hung up the phone and tossed it across the room, making sure it hit a pile of clothes instead of a wall. The act didn’t make him feel any better.
“Fuck!” he swore.
“Hey!” his mother called from down stairs, “Watch your language.”
Eric looked around his room, he was angry and hurt and wanted to take it out on something, wanted to break something.
He stormed into his bathroom, having found nothing to vent on. He slipped out of his clothes and stepped into a shower.
–o0o–
“Are you ready to go?” Samantha asked as Eric answered the door.
“Yes,” Eric sighed. He called back into the house. “Mom, I’m going out with Samantha for a bit.”
“Be back by noon, we have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon.”
“Yes, Mom.” He shut the door behind him.
“We’ll have to walk to Tricia’s for a month or so, until I get my driver’s license,” Samantha informed.
“When is your birthday?” Eric inquired.
“November eleventh. Once I get my license, I’ll pick you up and take you to Tricia’s then drive all three of us to school.”
The two walked down the street in silence. The only sounds were from the street traffic, the call of swallows and finches, as well as the soft sounds of their feet on the sidewalk. Summer was coming to a close. It was still warm out, but traces of autumn could be scented in the soft breeze that stirred.
“Are you feeling any better?” Samantha asked.
“About what?”
“About the fountain thing.”
Eric shrugged. “I’ll get over it.”
“I called Tyler and told him he was an ass for doing that,” Samantha commented.
“Oh.”
“What did your mother do?”
“She was in a store and didn’t see anything other than me in the fountain. She wanted to call security or the cops, but I warned her against it.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Because it wouldn’t have done any good and if they got in trouble they would only take it out on me two-fold,” Eric told her.
“How do you know?”
“Because that is what always happens when they do something like that.” Eric’s voice was hurt. “They get a slap on the wrist, but I’m the one that feels the pain. It’s just like that whole flagpole incident. They did that in retaliation to me ratting them out as the ones who dragged me out of the shower after gym class and locked me in the equipment room naked and wet.”
“They did what?” Samantha was dumbfounded.
The two turned down a side street.
“You heard me.”
“I didn’t hear that they did that to you.” Samantha looked alarmed.
“When I was found by the custodian that afternoon, I spent an hour in the Vice Principal’s office writing out a report naming the ones who did it.” Eric’s face was twisted in pain as he related the story, “The Assholes retaliated with the flagpole.”
“I’m sorry,” Samantha meant it.
“I just wish I could either transfer schools or be home schooled,” Eric thought aloud. “But if I transfer schools, I’ll just end up at the butt end of that school’s Greg and Tyler’s bullying. It would just take a few months for them to figure out who I was.”
“What did your parents do?” Samantha asked.
“Nothing.” Eric grumbled. “The whole episode was swept under the rug by the school as a misfortunate incident. They couldn’t put jock scholarships in jeopardy after all.”
“But still…” Samantha was appalled.
“Please, drop it, Samantha.” Eric pleaded. “It just gets me more depressed.”
The two walked in silence. Each lost in their own thoughts.
They walked up to Tricia’s front door. Samantha knocked. “Well, we’re trying to do something about it now… Erika.” She stressed that last word.
Eric gave her a weak smile.
Tricia greeted them with excitement. “Good morning.” She took note of Eric’s somber face, “What’s wrong?”
“Eric had a bad day yesterday,” Samantha informed her.
“Uh oh, what happened?”
“I’d rather not talk about it,” Eric replied with a sharp look at Samantha.
“So how long did it take you two to get here?” Tricia questioned.
Samantha looked at her cell’s clock and frowned, “Twenty minutes.”
“You’ll have to work on speeding that up,” Tricia observed. “Come on up.”
The three climbed the stairs to Tricia’s room.
“I cleared a part of my closet out for you.” Tricia showed them. “It’s not much, but it will do for now.”
“Thanks Tricia.” Eric smiled.
“One question I had was; did you want me to pick and lay out an outfit for you, or would you rather put it together yourself?”
“I think for now, I wouldn’t mind you getting it ready for me.” Eric suggested.
“Okay,” Tricia went into the closet, pulled out a Erika’s breast forms, gaffe, skirt, nylons, camisole and a top. “Go get changed. Samantha, time him.”
Eric took the armful into the bathroom and began to sort out the outfit.
Tricia leaned up against the bathroom door, “I picked out the most time-consuming outfit for you to put on, to see how long it takes you.”
A few minutes later, Erika opened the door to show her two friends.
“You’re going to have to start learning how to do your hair and makeup yourself.” Tricia observed. “I’ll do it today, but you’ll need to be doing it during the school week. I’ll be busy getting my own stuff done.”
“I’ve been doing it most of the Summer.” Erika protested.
Tricia sighed. “That was minimal. You’ll need to be doing a bit more for school.”
Tricia stood beside Erika as they looked in the mirror. Tricia explained what she was doing to Erika’s face and why. She then showed Erika how to use a flat iron, and a curling iron.
“How long did that take?” Tricia asked Samantha.
“Too long,” she reported. “Dressing took just over five minutes, which is kind of understandable, but you’ll have to really do better on hair and makeup. Throwing your hair in a ponytail will work occasionally, but you don’t want to become one of those girls who only wears her hair one way. Some days you can get away with just mascara and maybe a little lip gloss, but again, you don’t want to develop a habit of looking like you don’t care.”
Tricia looked at the other two. “Shall we get some lunch?”
“I promised my mother I would be back at noon. I have a doctor’s appointment.”
“Leeza can drive you home. That would give us enough time.”
Erika nodded.
Tricia smiled, “I’ve got it all downstairs.”
The girls went down to the kitchen, where Tricia presented them with a plate of various sandwiches, vegetables and treats.
“Been busy?” Samantha observed.
“I like to entertain,” Tricia admitted. “Would you like tea?” She asked bobbing a curtsy.
Tricia seated them around the table and poured them some tea. “Leeza should be home in just a few minutes. After we are done eating, you can shower and change, then she can take you home.”
“Who knows about us doing this?” Erika questioned.
Tricia looked confused.
“Do your parents know that I’m coming over to change at your place?” Erika asked.
“No. They know that you will be stopping by before and after school, but they don’t know why.”
“What about Leeza?”
“She believes that your mother knows, but your father doesn’t, and that is why you have to change here instead of home. So, your dad doesn’t find out, yet. Which is kind of true,” Tricia gave a weak smile.
–o0o–
Eric followed by his mother entered Dr. Barts waiting room. Eric picked up a National Geographic and collapsed into one of the chairs.
“How often will I have to come to Dr. Farts office, anyway?” Eric asked.
“That depends upon you and her.” Mrs. Martin ignored the slight towards the doctor.
“Mrs. Martin?” Dr. Barts called.
Eric’s mother greeted the psychologist and joined her.
Eric thumbed through the magazine looking at the colorful glossy pictures, colorful fish on a coral reef, bright yellows and blues, pink’s and oranges. The thought of water brought with it the memories of the mall and the fountain. He didn’t realize how tightly he was holding the magazine until he heard the slight tearing of paper. He took a deep breath and forced himself to hold the magazine more lightly. He looked about and found another magazine and exchanged the one he held for it.
Three more days.
Three more days until school started. Erika would have to forget those that Eric knew; forget the teachers; forget the hatred for those who played pranks on him. She would even have to lose her way around the school to play the part of a new student.
“Eric, are you ready?” Dr. Barts asked from the door.
His mother was already speaking with the receptionist. Eric cleared his head and smiled at Dr. Barts as he joined her. Once in her office, Eric flopped down in a chair allowing it to swallow him as if he was a snail hiding from the world in its shell. The sweet smell of the office was becoming familiar to him. It carried with it the feelings of anxiety, overlaid with a thin layer of safety. Dr. Farts was one that he was supposed to bare his mind and soul and heart to, but a part of him was still panicky about anyone but his camp friends knowing.
Dr. Barts sat down in her chair and looked at him for a long while. “That’s a nice shirt you have on. Do you like Atreyu?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Eric looked over the room.
“Have you been to any of their concerts?”
Eric was surprised that she knew that Atreyu was a band. “Not yet. They were here this last summer, but I was at camp,” he shrugged.
“I heard you had an incident at the mall the other day.”
Eric looked at the floor and bit his lip.
“You want to talk about it?”
Eric shrugged again. “It won’t change anything. Not even you can change the past.”
“No, but it could help me understand what is going on in that incredible mind of yours.” She prodded.
“Some jerks from school saw me at the mall and decided to have some fun,” Eric explained with a dead tone in his voice. “They decided it would be funny to push me into a fountain.”
Dr. Barts nodded and changed the subject. “How was your slumber party?”
Eric’s mouth twitched as a sparkle touched his eyes.
“I take it, you had a good time?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do?”
“We went shopping, then watched movies, ate pizza, you know, hung out.”
“Did you go to the sleep over as Eric or Erika?”
Eric blushed. “Erika.”
“And did you enjoy your time as Erika?”
Eric nodded.
“Why do you think you enjoyed being Erika?”
“I felt free, more comfortable.”
“How did you feel more comfortable?”
“I’m not sure. I think as Eric I am forced by society to act in a way that is uncomfortable, not really me, or who I am. I can let down that guard, those walls when I am Erika.”
“Can’t you allow Erika’s strength to seep into Eric, to bolster him? Make him more comfortable?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“What do you think would have happened if Erika had been pushed into the fountain?” Dr. Barts posed.
“Well, she would have screamed, then chased the bastard down and beat him.”
“Why couldn’t you as Eric have done the same?”
“As Eric, ‘The Plague’ I have no friends, no one to call to for aid, or to back me up. I would have people pointing, laughing as I was pummeled by Tyler.” Eric’s voice was venomous. “Erika on the other hand has been known to rally troops. Tyler would not fight back against her, nor would people passing by try and pull her from him, instead, others would probably come to her aid.”
“Eric, did you want to get up and kick his butt?”
Eric nodded. “I would like to, but as I told my friend Samantha, every time I have tried to fight back, I’ve always ended up in a worse situation. The flagpole incident was a retaliation for me going to the school admin over a prank.”
“Erika sounds like an interesting person.” Dr. Barts smiled.
Eric shrugged.
“Your mom says that you were wearing mascara when you were pushed into the fountain. Do you find yourself wearing makeup often?”
Eric shrugged, “Every once in a while. When I look in the mirror, I don’t look or feel ‘finished’. Putting on a bit of something seems to help. It makes me feel better.”
“I can understand that.” Dr. Barts agreed. “I don’t feel ‘finished’ if I don’t have a dab of perfume on.”
“It’s a wonderful scent by the way.”
“Thank you.” Dr. Barts sat looking at Eric loosing herself in her thoughts. “Could you do me a favor?”
“Depends,” Eric shrugged.
“Could you come as Erika next visit?”
“I thought the point of these sessions was to get rid of my wanting to be a girl.”
“Whoever told you that?”
“Isn’t that why my mother is making me come here?”
“No, Eric, your mother is bringing you here to try and help you figure out who you are, and to help you become comfortable with who you are.”
“Then why is she so adamant against me being Erika?”
“Have you ever considered that she may be mourning the possible loss of her son?”
Eric sat stunned into silence. “No,” he admitted.
“When she discovered that you were wearing mascara, did she get upset and demand that you stop wearing makeup?”
Eric swallowed. “No.”
“When she let you go spend the night at your friends as Erika, did she get upset?”
“She didn’t know that I went as Erika,” he defended.
“Didn’t she? How do you know?” Dr. Barts asked.
The shrink was beginning to make him start doubting himself. “She didn’t say anything about it.”
“Do you think it might be because she loves you and wants you to figure this out for yourself and to be happy with what you choose?”
“Then why won’t she let me be Erika at home?” Eric protested.
“Maybe it is because she hasn’t told your father yet and she is afraid that you might cause a rift in the family if you don’t present it to your dad in the right way.”
“Oh.” Eric felt abashed.
Dr. Barts sighed. “Eric, this situation that you are finding yourself in, this choice that you have to eventually make effects the people around you in ways that you might not have considered.”
Eric was silent.
“Your mother wants you to be happy. She hurts every time she sees you hurt. She gets depressed whenever you are depressed. You are going through a very difficult time right now; in a lot of ways, more so than other kids your age.”
Dr. Barts took a breath. “Your mother wants you to be happy, but your happiness may cost her the son that she gave birth to. The little boy that she bought trucks to play with, the man who is supposed to bring grandkids into her life. That is just the beginning of the effects your choice will have on people.”
“So you’re saying that I shouldn’t be Erika?”
Dr. Barts shook her head, “No, I’m saying that I want you to make an informed decision. I want you to know what this decision will do to those around you. Not just your family, but your neighbors, and classmates, to the barista at Starbucks. I want you to look at it from every possible angle before you choose to be Erika, or to choose to be Eric.”
“Wow, you’ve given me a lot of things to think about.” Eric admitted.
“That is my job.” Dr. Barts smiled. She paused, “So next time can I meet Erika?”
Eric nodded, “You’ll have to tell my mom.”
“I already have.” Dr. Barts winked. She stood up and escorted Eric to the door. “I’m looking forward to meeting Erika next week.”
“Okay.” Eric didn’t know what to say. He felt like he was being undressed and exposed to this person. Not just his body, but his mind and soul as well. He felt like he did the morning before he introduced his mom to Erika. “Thanks,” he almost squeaked as he left.
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“Should I know all four of you, or just one or two of you?” Erika asked as she quickly stroked her eye lashes with mascara.
Samantha paced creating a history. “You just moved here two weeks ago. Our mothers are friends so that is how we know each other.”
“How do I know you two?” Tricia inquired as she put on the finishing touches to her hair.
“Let’s keep that one simple. We met at camp,” Samantha thought aloud.
“What about Krystal and Victoria?” Erika asked. “Should I know them?”
“Yes,” Samantha decided. “We all need to know one another. It would be too hard to try and play just meeting one another when we already have chemistry and can sometimes finish one another’s sentences. If someone asks us how we know one another, we just say that were old friends, leave it vague.”
“It’s not as if they need to know all of our intimate history,” Tricia agreed.
“Are you almost done?” Samantha asked.
“I think so. How do I look?” Erika stood before them.
Samantha looked her up and down, “Dressed to make a good first impression, but not looking like you’re trying to. Not covering everything up, all insecure, but not looking like a slut. Conservative, but with a bit of fun. I think you look great. What do you think, Tricia?”
Tricia winked at Erika. “I always think she looks great. Today however, you look stunning.”
“How do you feel?” Samantha asked.
“Nervous,” Erika admitted.
“Expected,” Samantha nodded. “Comfortable?”
“Yes.” Erika smiled.
“Comfort is good, but comfort and fashionable is even better.” She looked to Tricia. “How are you feeling?”
“Nervous.”
“Shall we go and get this over with?” Samantha smiled at them.
“You know if this doesn’t work, I’ll have to transfer to a different school if not a different zip code,” Erika stated.
“If this doesn’t work out, we’ll all have to transfer to a different school.”
“Kind of like Ben Franklin’s quote,” said Erika picking up her backpack. “If we don’t hang together, we will surely hang separately.”
Tricia and Samantha nodded agreement on that.
“Okay, Leeza,” Tricia announced as they descended the stairs, “We’re ready.”
“It’s only four blocks,” Samantha reminded.
“Leeza wants to drop us off,” Tricia stated.
A few short moments later, the three girls found themselves standing on the curb in front of the school.
“Welcome to George Washington High, the home of the Warthogs,” Samantha introduced to Tricia.
“The Warthogs?”
“They’re vicious creatures,” Samantha explained. “The warthog sows are a lot like Rachel; they fiercely protect their own.”
“Washington Warthogs.” Tricia shook her head.
“If that is too horrible of a picture,” Erika smiled. “Picture Poomba from Lion King.”
“Great that is so much better; a gaseous, belching ugly creature surrounded by flies.”
“Hakuna matata.” Samantha giggled.
She guided them into the building, several people greeting her with warm hellos and smiling a greeting at the two new students.
“Who do you have here, Samantha?” a lady behind the desk with glasses inquired.
“New students. This is Tricia Patton, and this is Erika Summers. Can you get them registered?”
The woman gestured. “Sure, they can join the others.”
Behind them were a line of students sitting along the wall. Erika smiled at Krystal as her friend looked up from some paperwork and smiled at her.
“Do any of you have your transcripts?” the woman asked.
Both Erika and Tricia shook their heads ‘no’.
“Take these forms and fill them out. We’ll process you as soon as we can.” She handed them each a clipboard of forms and pens. “Thank you, Samantha, you may go.”
“Um,” Samantha leaned closer to the woman. “Is there any way you can arrange their schedules to correlate with mine?”
“We’re not supposed to do that kind of thing, you know that Samantha.” She leaned towards Samantha and whispered. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“I’ll come back after first period and check on you,” Samantha told the girls then left.
“You look good.” Krystal greeted Erika.
“So, do you.” Erika returned. “I got an email from Rachel the other day, she was asking about you.”
“I got one too.” Krystal nodded.
–o0o–
Erika received her class schedule and scanned it. She patiently allowed the front desk lady to walk her through the printed map showing her where her classes were in relation to where the office was. She then stepped out of the office and waited for Tricia to go through the same process.
The door opened and Tricia emerged, “Oh my God, that was a process.”
“What does your schedule look like?” Erika asked.
Tricia pulled it out and put it up against Erika’s for comparison.
Erika nodded. “Three classes and lunch.”
“Three out of seven isn’t bad,” Tricia sighed, finding it a bit of a disappointment.
Erika tried to look on the bright side of things. “We have home room together.”
“Second period is about to start isn’t it?”
“Yes, second period is home room, so we can go together.”
“Didn’t Samantha want us to wait for her?” Tricia asked. “Besides, aren’t you new here?”
“You’re right. Let’s just wait off over here.” Erika guided Tricia off to the side out of view of the office staff.
Tricia studied the map of the school, trying to figure out where each of her classes would be and at what times. The bell rang announcing the end of first period. Doors to the classrooms burst open as the corridors became clogged with shouts of greetings, shuffling of feet and the open and closing of lockers.
“Are you both registered?” Samantha asked.
“So far,” Erika nodded. “They still want to see my transcripts so that they can make any adjustments. I just hope Victoria can come through with a copy of them.”
“Here she comes,” Tricia warned.
“Hey girls.” Victoria greeted, “Did you get registered?”
“We need you to copy my transcripts.” Erika informed.
“I’ll see what I can do. Where are you heading off to now?”
Erika raised her eyebrows. “Tricia and I have homeroom together.”
“Which subject?” Samantha asked.
“Language Arts.”
“Me too. Who with?”
“Mrs. Anderson.”
“Awesome, so do I.” Samantha almost screeched with excitement.
A girl approached. “Samantha, who are your friends?” she asked.
Erika composed her face. This was going to be the first test of how well she could pull off not knowing anyone here. Melinda the dark-haired beauty was one of the popular cheerleaders of the school. Although she was never directly involved in any of the pranks played on Eric, she never did anything to stop them either.
“Melinda, this is Tricia, and this is Erika.”
“Welcome to George Washington High,” Melinda smiled.
Tricia and Erika thanked her.
Melinda’s skin reflected the hours she had spent bathing in the sun over the summer. Her ebony hair, so dark that it glowed blue in the sun, set off her amazing blue eyes. If Samantha was yin, Melinda was yang.
“You know, we could use some more girls on the cheer squad, I’d love to see you at try outs.”
Erika blushed. Not only had Melinda not recognized her as Eric, she was inviting her to try out for the cheer squad.
“I’m not really very coordinated,” Erika offered.
“We could always use some girls for the Rally squad too.” Melinda replied. “I should get to class. It was nice meeting you, see you around.” Melinda waved as she walked off, her hair a dark curtain of thick tresses that hung past her butt.
“She seems nice,” Tricia offered looking at the others gathered.
Samantha nodded. “She’s okay. She is a bit strait laced, but okay.”
“She’s not one of the people who tortured you know who,” Erika shrugged.
“You are working in the office this period?” Samantha asked Victoria.
“Yep. I have to start sorting through all of your scribbles and enter them into the computer.”
“See you later.” Samantha smiled. “We should be going too.”
The girls walked down the shiny linoleum hall, heads of classmates turning to check out the new students. Mrs. Anderson’s class was already filling with anxious students. Erika followed Samantha’s example and took one of the remaining seats towards the back.
She recognized most of the students in the class. Some had changed quite a bit. One boy had put on close to six inches of height over the summer, one girl lightened her hair another cut her once long hair into a bob. The cut fit her very well, and she was aglow with the positive attention.
“Well, hello.” A guy greeted, sitting himself backwards in the chair directly in front of her. “You must be new here.”
Erika nearly flinched back. She could feel a chill wash over her as she must have turned white in terror. Sitting in front of her grinning at her was Jake from the football team. She didn’t recognize him as one of the guys who duct taped Eric to the flagpole but he was one of the football jocks. He had said something to her, but it wasn’t snide or rude. She should be speaking.
“Um, what was that?” she asked.
“You’re new, aren’t you? I’m Jake. I play half back on the football team.”
What did this slime ball want? She knew that he was on the football team, well, Eric did. Erika was supposed to be impressed, or was she?
“Yes, I just transferred in.” She looked away from the arrogant jerk and tried to catch Tricia’s attention.
“Where from?” Jake pressed.
Erika half paid attention. “Back East.” How was she to get rid of this guy talking to her?
“Doing anything this Friday?” Jake persisted.
She tried to look uninterested. “I don’t know, maybe.”
Jake grinned. “We have our first game on Friday. Would you like to come and see the Warthogs win?”
Erika tried one of the lamest excuses she had ever heard. “I think I’m washing my hair that night.”
The bell rang and Mrs. Anderson walked into the class, “Good morning, I’m Mrs. Anderson and this is Language Arts. If you find that you are in the wrong class, I suggest that you save what little of your pride you have left and leave now. If you are new and are not in my book of doom yet, please come up with your schedule so that I might enter you thusly.
Tricia and Erika joined a boy at Mrs. Anderson’s desk with their schedules. She looked at each one then entered their names down in her laptop. She smiled at each of them as they were dismissed.
Erika felt eyes following her everywhere she went. It was a bit unnerving. She had to remind herself that she was not ‘The Plague’ and so far, no one seemed any the wiser. She took her seat as Jake ogled her. Samantha winked at her, a knowing, secretive wink. Erika rolled her eyes back at her.
The next few classes went much the same way. Most of the time classmates just stared at the new student; guys studied her like a piece of meat, while girls considered her either an ally or an enemy. She kept telling herself that at least they weren’t looking at her as ‘The Plague’.
Krystal was in her class just before lunch. They found seats one in front of the other up against one wall. They quickly found that their location was great for passing notes unnoticed.
“So how is the food at this place?” Krystal asked after the bell rang for them to go to lunch.
Erika looked around to see if anyone was close by to pay attention to their conversation. No one seemed to be noticing. “It’s not bad. They have a salad bar, but it’s pretty basic.”
“That sounds promising. Where are we meeting the others?”
Erika stopped in her tracks. “I’m not sure.” ‘He’ had never eaten lunch in the commons. “I guess we’ll have to find out together.”
The two girls put their books in their lockers and made their way to the cafeteria/commons. Students had already arrived and were already startling to settle in their cliques.
“Over there.” Erika pointed to a table where Samantha was waving to them.
The two made their way through the crowd. Erika felt very self-conscious as many of the eyes in the area were watching her. The last time she had this many people watching her was right before a prank had been pulled on 'The Plague'. Usually that ended up with Eric sprawled across the ground, food covering his face, arms and chest, all the while people were laughing and pointing.
Erika had the strongest desire to duck her head and turn to see if anyone was attempting to do something similar.
“So how were your classes so far?” Samantha inquired. She looked at Erika, “Do you think anyone suspects?”
Erika shook her head, “Not so far as I know. I hope not. I keep thinking that people see right through this, but so far, no one has said or even whispered anything.”
“How do you like our school, Krystal?” Samantha asked.
“So far, it's good, but I haven't seen or experienced too much other than the first half of the first day. It's kind of like any other school, I guess.”
The girls each got a salad and some fruit as well as some tea before returning to their table. Victoria and Tricia joined them with their own lunches.
“It almost seems like we are back at camp.” Victoria observed.
“I miss Dani,” Krystal sighed. “She was fun to have around.”
“Yo, Samantha!” a voice broke into their lunch. “You've got check this out. Tyler sent it to me.” He held up his cell phone. “The Plague got pushed into the fountain at the mall the other day. No wonder no one has seen him today,” he chuckled.
“That is so old news, Greg.” Samantha pushed the phone away. “You guys really should leave the poor guy alone.”
“But he's 'The Plague', Samantha.” he was confused.
“Whatever, get that out of here.” Samantha turned away from him.
“Victoria, have you seen this yet? It's hilarious,” he went on.
Victoria darted a look over at Erika then shook her head. “I've no interest in it.”
“Have you told the new girls about him?” he asked.
“No, nor do we care too,” Samantha scolded. “Let us eat our lunch, please.”
Greg looked at Tricia, Krystal and Erika, “There is this creepy little guy that goes here...”
“I said leave, Greg!” Samantha demanded.
“I'm trying to do my duty to the new girls,” Greg held his hands up in defense. “Someone needs to warn them to stay clear of 'The Plague'.”
“Consider it done,” Tricia snarled back.
“Whoa, testy.” Greg took a step back.
“Let me remind you, Greg, that 'The Pla–that Eric was my sister's friend,” Samantha snarled.
“No wonder she killed herself,” Greg muttered under his breath so that Samantha couldn't hear him.
Tricia spun around in her seat and grabbed the guy's balls in her hand and squeezed. Then raised her voice for those around her to hear, “You couldn't get laid in a blind whore house, you tiny excuse for a man.”
Samantha looked up startled and surprised. Others in the commons stopped what they were doing and looked with chagrin at the jock being put in his place.
“Apologize to Samantha,” Tricia smiled venomously.
Greg’s face, screwed in pain, blanched.
“What did he say?” Samantha whispered harshly.
“You don't want to know,” Tricia told her calmly, the turned to Greg and added some more pressure to the man's genitals, “Apologize!”
“I'm sorry,” Greg mumbled.
Tricia added some more pressure. “Try again.”
“I'm sorry, Samantha,” Greg squeaked loud enough for those nearby to hear.
Tricia released his privates. “Now let us finish our lunch in peace.”
Greg spun and limped out of the commons; his face as red as a tomato.
“What did he say?” Samantha asked once again once people began talking about the spectacle and laughing at Greg as he left the area.
“It was something bad about Summer,” Erika told her, “You really don't want to know.”
“So, what classes does everyone have next?” Victoria asked changing the subject.
The talk for the next two classes was of the spectacle that happened at lunch. Curious people overcame their wariness of new students and openly asked Erika and Tricia about the incident. By the end of school, it was rumored that Greg had gone home to ice his privates.
“Were you able to get into my transcripts?” Erika asked Victoria after school had let out.
“Not today. They kept me busy and were watching everything I was doing.” Victoria apologized. “I'll try again tomorrow.”
The girls made their way back to Tricia's house.
“How was your day as Erika?” Leeza greeted, “Anyone make a connection?”
“Not yet,” Erika smiled. She turned to Tricia. “Can I use your shower?”
“Go ahead.”
Erika grabbed her 'boy' clothes and went into the bathroom where she stripped out of Erika and hopped into the shower. She scrubbed her face and doused her hair before toweling off and donning Eric's apparel.
Samantha and Eric walked back to his house talking of their first day.
“What did Greg say about Summer?” She pleaded.
“He said that Summer's association with 'the plague' was what drove her to kill herself.”
Samantha bit her lip and was quiet for a while. “We both know that isn't true.” She looked to Eric to make sure that he didn't feel that way.
“I know.” he nodded with a bit of remorse.
They stopped at his driveway, “See you tomorrow, same time?” she asked.
Eric nodded. He watched as Samantha turned and walked off before entering his house.
His mother tried to be cheery and hoped for good news. “Good afternoon, Eric, how was your first day at school?”
Eric shrugged, “It was alright, I guess.” He adjusted his back pack and trudged upstairs to his room and shut the door.
To be continued…
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by none other than Nick B “What were you calling about?” “I would really like you to try out for the cheer squad.” Melinda pleaded. |
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“Uh, Hello Melinda.” Why would Melinda want to talk him?
“I got your number from Samantha; I hope you don't mind.” Melinda sounded chagrined over the phone.
Eric was curious. “What were you calling about?”
“I would really like you to try out for the cheer squad.” Melinda pleaded.
A shudder flashed through Eric's body. He could feel his cheeks flush with the thought of him being on the cheer squad. “I really couldn't do the cheer squad, Melinda,” he told her.
“Why not?” she questioned.
“I really don't have what it takes to be a cheer leader. I can't tumble, or even do the splits.”
“Can you at least do a cartwheel?”
“No, sorry. I’m just not very coordinated.”
“Well, what about the Rally squad?”
“I don't know, Melinda.” Eric was flattered but terrified at the same time.
“The Rally squad is just as important as the cheerleaders,” Melinda explained. “They help make the posters, help the cheerleaders get the crowd cheering. They help prep the football and basketball players locker room the day of the game. They even get nice uniforms.”
“Why me?” he asked.
“I just wanted to welcome you to Washington High, besides, you're Samantha's friend.”
“Let me think about it?” Eric asked.
“Sure. Take a day or two but try outs for the squad are this Friday. Those who don't make the squad will be asked to be on the Rally.”
“Can't I just try out for the Rally squad? Seriously, I don’t have the skills to be in Cheer.”
“Of course, but It would be even better if you were in cheer with us.”
“I'll let you know, Melinda,” he assured her, “Oh, and Melinda?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks for welcoming me and asking me.”
“You're quite welcome. See you tomorrow.”
Eric hung the phone up and stared off into space. Erika had just been asked by one of the most beautiful, popular girls to join her on the cheer squad. Eric put his phone down, logged on to his computer and emailed Rachel, Dani, Katie and Phoenix. He told them about Erika's time at the slumber party, the shopping, and her first day at school.
–o0o–
Mrs. Anderson began class by taking a student's cell phone away from them. She looked over the text that the student was sending and snickered.
“What's so funny?” The offending student demanded.
“It's just that this is a peek into the future of the English language.”
“What do you mean?” another student asked.
“Well for example,” Mrs. Anderson went up to the chalk board and wrote lol, “if you saw this on a sign somewhere what would it mean?”
“Laugh out loud.” a confused student replied.
“And how about this?” Mrs. Anderson wrote 'asap'.
“As soon as possible.”
“What about this?” The teacher wrote 'S.H.I.T.'
Several students laughed or giggled others gasped that a teacher was writing profanity.
“What does this stand for?” She asked.
“Poop?” a student put out.
“Crap, dung, waste?” another laughed.
Mrs. Anderson nodded, “That is what it means now. But what if I told you that this word originated as an acronym like lol, or asap, or even omg?”
Several students looked shocked; others just looked confused.
“What if I told you that it was a word used by sailors?”
“I thought the bathroom on a ship was called a head?” someone said.
Mrs. Anderson nodded. “It is.”
“Instructions on how to use the bathroom?” a girl looked puzzled.
“Shit here in trough,” Jake laughed.
Mrs. Anderson went up to each of the letters and wrote a word coming down off from each. 'Ship. High. In. Transit.' “Any thought to what that means?” she asked.
The room was quiet.
Erika found herself talking before she could stop herself. “That whatever was in that crate was to be shipped high.”
Mrs. Anderson pointed at Erika with a smile, “Very good, Erika.” She looked over the rest of the class. “What was it they were shipping and wanted to keep high?”
Silence.
“Anyone care to take a stab?” Mrs. Anderson looked around the room looking for someone to come up with something. “Well, then. Back in the days of old when England dominated the sea, they would take cow, pig, and chicken manure, dry it out, and bale it up into large bales. Other countries used it as fertilizer for their crops, so they would load it onto ships and sail it to those who needed it.”
“They would ship cow crap?” someone spoke aloud.
Mrs. Anderson nodded. “What happens when dried out dung gets wet and sits for a long time in a confined area?”
“It stinks,” said one of the girls, wrinkling her nose.
“Precisely.” Mrs. Anderson smiled, “What does it smell of?”
“Crap,” Jake ventured.
“What happens when 'crap' sits and ferments?”
“It creates a gas.” another boy answered.
“Methane gas,” Mrs. Anderson nodded. “What happens if you light a match around methane gas?”
“It explodes,” Tricia answered.
“That's right, it explodes,” Mrs. Anderson smiled. “So, when they shipped the 'fertilizer' they would write S.H.I.T. On the bale so that it wasn't stowed down in the bottom of the hold. By them not allowing it to get wet, they saved their ship and sometimes other ships from blowing up.”
“Seriously?” a girl asked.
Mrs. Anderson smiled. “So, the acronym S.H.I.T. started out like a warning sign. Now it is considered a profanity.” She eyed everyone in class. “This example is an urban myth, but you get the point?”
Several students laughed, others just nodded.
A student entered the room walked up and handed Mrs. Anderson a small piece of paper. She read the slip and walked up the row of desks and handed Erika a hall pass, “The office wants to see you.”
Erika's heart leapt into her throat. “Do you know why?”
Mrs. Anderson just shrugged. “I guess you’ll have to find out when you get there.”
Erika gathered up her books, hall pass and left the room. Her heart raced faster and faster as she drew nearer to the office. She wondered if they had found out that she was really Eric. Could her parents have found out and be pulling her out? Her feet felt heavier and heavier as she turned down the corridor to the office. She stopped outside the door and took a deep breath.
“I was sent for?” Erika held up the slip for the office lady.
“Erika Summers?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“We're having a hard time getting your transcripts. We just need to check over your information again.”
“Oh?” Erika's heart skipped not just one beat, but several.
The office woman pulled out a piece of paper and slid it across the counter to Erika along with a pen. “Make sure that all of this information is correct,” she said with a smile.
Erika looked over the sheet that had her fabricated history on it. She looked up to a desk behind the counter to see Victoria looking back at her with an apologetic look. Erika scratched out the last two digits of her social security number and inverted them off to the side. She wondered if that would buy her any more time.
She slid the paper back. “There, I must have written my soc number wrong.”
“Thank you, Miss Summers, you may go back to class.”
Erika looked back to Victoria.
“See you at lunch.” Victoria made her voice sound light, but the look in her eyes was one of anxiety.
Erika nodded and walked back to Mrs. Anderson's class.
–o0o–
“Okay, Victoria, what is going on?” Erika asked at lunch.
“They won't let me near the transcripts so that I can change them.” Victoria complained, “I haven't been able to get at your hard copy on file or even touch the information that you gave them to request your records.”
“What are we going to do?” Tricia asked.
“We need to steal Eric's records out of the office, change them and have Erika present them as hers.” Samantha instructed.
“Are you suggesting that we break into the office?” Erika asked.
Samantha nodded. “I don't know how else we can get them.”
“I'll try one more time,” Victoria sighed.
“Did you get a call from Melinda last night?” Tricia asked.
“Yes, she asked me to try out for the cheer squad.” Erika shook her head.
“Me too.” Tricia's eyes glimmered. “Are you?”
“No,” Erika responded immediately. “Can you picture me in a cheer skirt waving pom-poms?”
Tricia cocked her head to one side for a moment in thought. She smiled. “Actually, that would be cute.”
“I think it's a great opportunity,” Victoria agreed. “It would look good on your college applications.”
“I think you should at least try,” Krystal urged.
“Come on, you too Krystal?” Erika was appalled.
Krystal nodded. “I'd do it if I were you.”
“Well, I told her that I wouldn't do the cheer squad, but I might be interested in the Rally squad.”
“Is there a difference?” Krystal asked.
Samantha spent the next few minutes explaining the similarities and differences between the two squads.
“So are you going to come to the football game tomorrow?” Samantha asked her new friends.
Victoria nodded. “I have to go. I'm not the sports reporter, but I need to be there.”
“I don't know,” Erika shrugged.
“I've never been to a football game,” Krystal admitted. “What is there to do at one?”
“Yell, scream, support the team; be with your friends,” Samantha explained.
“They are a lot of fun.” Tricia agreed. She looked to Erika. “You wanna go?”
“I've only been to one game and it was a disaster. The student body chased 'The Plague' out fearing that he'd cause the team to lose.”
“That settles it,” Tricia told her. “You are making arrangements to go to the game with me tomorrow night.”
“If no one is busy tonight, the Cheer squad could use help making posters and banners for tomorrow.” Samantha looked to the others, “It would help you to get on the Rally squad.”
“I'll have to call me mom and see if it's alright, but I can't have her picking me up here while I'm Erika.”
“You can see if she can pick you up at my house.” Tricia offered, “Or I'm sure Leeza or my parents could give you a ride home.”
“That would be the safest bet.” Victoria agreed.
The warning bell rung.
“I'll be in the gym after school if anyone needs me.” Samantha told them.
They all got up and went to class.
–o0o–
“So how was your day?” Mrs. Martin asked as Eric entered the house.
“It was alright,” Eric stated.
“So you are now helping the cheerleaders out?” she questioned.
“Yeah; the girls allowed me to help them with making posters for the game tomorrow.”
“Well that's an improvement over last year,” she observed.
“I guess.” Eric shrugged. “Mom, Tricia wants me to go to the game with her tomorrow. Can I go?”
“I guess so. How will you be getting home?”
“She said her parents, or her sister could drop me off.”
“I don't see why you can't. Just come home right after the game.”
“Thanks mom.” He gave his mother a peck on the cheek.
“So did you learn anything in school today?” she asked.
“I learned what S.H.I.T. Means.”
“What?”
“S.H.I.T. it means Ship High In Transit.”
“How does that apply to your schoolwork?” his mother asked.
“Mrs. Anderson was demonstrating how the English language is always evolving.”
Eric took a soda and a brownie and walked upstairs to his room. He got on his computer and began working on his comics.
A screen popped up.
Winter: how are U?
Phantom: fine
Winter: Im glad you came to help with the posters
Phantom: I had a lot of fun. It was good to meet people who didn't prejudge me as the plague
Winter: I think you needed to give people a chance too. they’re not all bad. Will you try out for cheer?
Phantom: Not interested in cheer, I told you. I might be interested in Rally though. I don’t know how to keep my rents from finding out about Erika though.
Winter: U could tell them.
Phantom: That would not help us at all.
Winter: Your mom knows about Erika
Phantom: And she's making me go to a shrink because of it. Besides she doesn't know that Im going to school as ErikaWinter: When do you see the shrink again?
Phantom: day after tomorrow
Winter: how is it going with that?
Phantom: It's ok, I guess. She wants me to go as Erika this next time. It will only be the second time my mom has seen me as Erika.
Winter: How are you going to avoid your dad?
Phantom: Dad will be golfing Sat.
Winter: see you tomorrow. Pls try out for Cheer.
Phantom: We'll see. See you
Eric logged off the computer and told his parents goodnight before locking his door. He slipped out of his clothes, into his night gown and crawled into bed.
Could Erika be a cheerleader? How were they going to get the transcripts switched? How would she look in a cheer uniform? Did she want to be Erika forever?
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “Guys, you've all wanted a peek up these skirts and if you are on the squad, you get to peek daily,” she smiled. The guys in the student body cheered and whistled at that. |
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“So, will you try out for cheer?” she asked.
“Shhh, not so loud,” Eric cautioned. “We don't want my mother to hear.”
“We do have boys on our cheer squad,” Samantha scolded, but lowered her voice as they walked down the drive.
“I have no cheer abilities. I can't do the splits, I can't cartwheel let alone tumble and I have two left feet,” Eric explained. “If I make the Rally squad will you be happy?”
Samantha frowned.
“We'll be at the games together,” Eric reminded.
“Fine, I'll talk to Melinda and see if she can get you on the Rally squad.”
“Krystal too,” Eric stated. “If Krystal doesn't get on, then I won't either.”
“Does Krystal even want on the Rally squad?”
“Secretly, I think she does, but I think she thinks she's too fat or something.”
Samantha sighed. “I'll talk to Melinda.”
“Thanks, Samantha.” Eric grinned, “What should I wear today? Since I'm not trying out for cheer, I don't have to wear anything special, do I? And what about the game? What should I wear to that?”
“You'll need to wear something comfortable or bring something comfortable, because if you're going to be on the Rally squad. You'll have to spend the afternoon before the game practicing routines and cheers.”
“The Rally squad does cheers?”
“They do pretty much everything that cheer does, except tumble and the more complicated routines. They don't do pyramids either, but they dance and cheer just like we do.”
Eric rolled his eyes. “Oh great.” What did he just agree to do?
“You can't go chickening out now,” Samantha warned. “Especially if I can get you and Krystal on the Rally squad. Besides, look at it this way, it'll be a great way for Krystal to work out.”
“Good morning,” Tricia greeted them from the kitchen. “I laid out two outfits for you upstairs. I'll be up as soon as I finish my breakfast.” She looked at Samantha, “You look pretty in your cheer outfit.”
“Go on up, I'll be up in a minute,” Samantha instructed.
Eric went up to Tricia's room and found the two outfits. One was a knee length skirt, sweater, leggings and heeled boots that went along with a wide belt. The other was a pair of denim capris, a pink long-sleeved shirt and a low cut short sleeved white sweater. A pair of flats were set next to the outfit. Eric looked at each for a long moment he went to the door and called down, “Samantha, I need your help.”
“Coming.” Samantha called back. The blonde cheerleader stood next to Eric, “They're both very cute and would look fantastic on you.”
“But which one should I wear?”
“Wear this one,” Samantha suggested, pointing to the skirt. “But bring the capris and a pair of tennis shoes to change into for Rally.”
Eric nodded and took the outfit into the bathroom.
“You almost ready?” Tricia asked.
“Just finishing up,” Erika said. A few moments later, Erika emerged from the bathroom wearing the royal blue sweater with skirt, leggings and boots, “It's time for a bang trim,” she said referring to the fringe that was now too long even with it fluffed and rounded.
“Damn girl! You look fine.” Tricia looked her up and down. She stepped up to Erika and kissed her pink glossy lips, “Don't go giving me up for cute guys asking you out.”
“Guys?” Erika grimaced, “Why would I want to go out with a guy?”
“Good answer.” Tricia smiled and kissed her again.
–o0o–
“So, Erika,” Jake smiled. “I was hoping that you'd come and watch me play tonight.”
“Why would I want to come to watch you?” Erika asked. “I don't even understand football.” Which was pretty much the truth.
“Well, most of the school shows up for our football games. Last year we went to the state finals. We're expected to win this year.”
Erika tried to show disinterest. “That's nice.”
“What could you possibly doing tonight that would be more fun than going to a football game?”
“I can think of a few things.” She looked over at Tricia, who mouthed 'I told you'.
“Well, just in case, I hope to see you there tonight.” Jake smiled.
Erika smiled back.
“I've got to go and get ready.” Samantha told the other two.
“Getting ready for what?”
“The pep rally.” Samantha got up, “When you get on Rally, you'll be coming with me.” Samantha gave Mrs. Anderson a knowing look and left.
–o0o–
Eric had only been to one other pep rally. Students made sure that they had left a wide berth around him as he sat on the bottom riser off to one side. It had taken him five minutes in the bathroom, afterwards, to get all the tiny pieces of paper and popcorn out of his hair. In the process he had found two signs posted on his back. One read: 'Stay Clear, Contamination', the other: 'Loser'.
Erika, Tricia, Krystal and Victoria sat together up towards the center top of the stands as the student body around them cheered, yelled and screamed along with the cheerleaders working on the gym floor.
Erika found a new respect for Samantha and her squad as they tumbled and lifted one another up into the air in acrobatic poses. In front of the cheer squad and sometimes off to either side, the Rally squad, interacted and augmented the cheer leaders.
Tricia squeezed Erika's hand. “You might be down there next pep rally.”
“I don't know. It looks a bit daunting.”
“Yeah, but you'll look great in that short skirt.” Tricia smiled.
“You're trying out for the cheer squad?” Krystal asked.
“The rally squad,” Erika corrected, “I can't do those flips and things.” She looked at Krystal, “I would really like it if you would do it with me.”
Krystal looked shocked. “Me?”
Erika and Tricia both nodded.
“Huh,uh.” Krystal shook her head.
“Please, Krystal.” Erika begged, “Think about what a good workout it would be.”
“They aren't going to allow someone as large as me to go anywhere near a uniform like that.” Krystal still shook her head, “Imagine what they would say about me being a warthog, the jokes that I would have to put up with.”
A few jokes about warthogs are nothing compared to what Eric had to deal with. Erika thought. Aloud she pleaded, “They all deal with those, At least come with me this afternoon to the tryouts?”
“I’ll need to think about it,” Krystal relented.
“Imagine Rachel's pride if you made the squad,” Victoria added.
“She would be pretty impressed,” Krystal admitted.
Melinda, her long ebony hair pulled back into a pony that bounced and swayed when she moved, introduced the captains of the football team. Jake, Tyler and Greg were among those wearing red game jerseys, standing in the center of the gym floor as the student body and faculty cheered for them.
“Come on, get up and cheer,” Victoria encouraged.
“I will not cheer for those Neanderthals,” Erika swore.
“Erika doesn't know who they are,” Victoria reminded.
Begrudgingly, Erika stood and clapped her hands without enthusiasm. The cheering died down and Greg stepped forward to take a microphone and made a speech, which Erika ignored.
Only after everyone started applauding again, did she tune back in to see Greg hand the mic back to Melinda.
“Okay, everyone,” Melinda began, “We're having Cheer and Rally try outs this afternoon. Come by the gym here and try out…We need guys too.”
She paused.
“Guys, you've all wanted a peek up these skirts and if you are on the squad, you get to peek daily,” she smiled.
The guys in the student body cheered and whistled at that.
“That's gross,” Tricia said, shaking her head.
“The only ones that get a peek are the ones that tire of it soon enough because of all the work involved,” Victoria promised. “Melinda will to see to that.”
The band began playing the Warthog fight song ending the rally.
“See you at lunch.” Victoria got up and followed mob of students back to class.
–o0o–
“What did you think of the Pep Rally?” Samantha asked at lunch.
“You were really great.” Krystal sipped at her iced tea.
“Melinda has almost guaranteed you a spot on the Rally squad.” Samantha told her.
“How? Why?” Krystal was bewildered.
“You're my friend and I vouched for you.”
“But, I'm fat.”
“You are not fat!” Samantha, Victoria and Erika hissed together.
“They probably don't even make uniforms this big,” Krystal protested.
“That is enough, Krystal,” Samantha admonished. “I want to see you along with Erika at try outs,”
Greg approached the end of the table. “Hey, Samantha. Have you been feeling ill lately–after being exposed to the plague and all?”
Erika turned her head to keep Greg from seeing her redden with embarrassment and rage.
“Greg, grow up,” Samantha scolded.
“I heard that after his dip in the mall fountain, that he has quarantined himself,” he chuckled. “No one has seen him since.”
“Oh my, Greg, such a large word. Did you learn that one all by yourself?” Victoria sneered.
The football captain ignored her.
“Why would you be seen with that loser?” Greg pressed. “Come on, it’s 'The Plague'.”
“Go get tackled,” Victoria hissed, glaring.
“Greg, if you took the time to get to know him, you'd find a very nice guy,” Samantha defended.
“Oh, is he a sissy boy?” Greg said with a lisp. “I'm sure he's a very sweet boy.”
Victoria stood. “Greg, get out of here!”
“Oooh, look who has grown fangs,” he smirked.
“Should I remind you that I control the articles that go into the school paper?” Victoria snarled.
Greg stood back. “I'm the one that they all want to read about.”
“I can inform them on just who does your homework for you,” Victoria whispered angrily.
Erika thought she saw Greg flinch.
“Some friends you've made, Sam.” Greg turned to walk away.
“Don't call me Sam,” Samantha warned.
Greg waved over his shoulder.
“I'm so sorry.” Tricia gave Erika's knee a squeeze, “That Neanderthal was a creep. You had to deal with those guys on your own?”
Erika nodded.
“No wonder you didn't want to come back to school as Eric.”
–o0o–
Erika joined Krystal as they were about to enter the gym, “You ready for this?” she asked her camp friend.
Krystal shook her head. “No. I don't know why I'm even here.”
“Because I want you here,” Samantha greeted them. She took Erika and Krystal's hands and walked them into the gym where other girls were sitting on the bleachers watching the cheer leaders as they spoke and stretched.
“Hi Erika,” Melinda greeted them. “I'm glad you decided to give this a shot.”
“Do I need to change?” Erika asked.
“Yes, if you brought something more– suitable for dancing and cheering, then go on into the locker rooms and change.”
“I didn't know I was trying out today,” Krystal apologized. “I don't have any other clothes.”
“Can you dance a bit in what you're wearing?” Melinda asked.
“I think so.”
“Great. I'll see you in a few minutes.”
“I'll use the bathroom,” Erika told Samantha, “I'll be right back.”
Dressed more comfortably, Erika sat on the bleachers with Krystal as Melinda took the floor.
“Hi everyone,” Melinda greeted. “I'm glad to see some guys are with us today.” She smiled up at the couple of guys who looked uncomfortable being at the tryouts. “However, if you're not here to try out, then I'll have to ask you to leave.”
One of the guys nudged the other and they got up and left.
Melinda continued after the two guys left the gym. “We'll get to the tryouts in just a few minutes; first I want to talk to you about cheerleading and the commitment it takes.
“Cheering takes up all of your spare time. If you don't want to spend Friday nights as well as some Saturdays at football games, basketball games, other sporting events, charity benefits and helping our athletic students out, then cheering isn't for you.
“We make and hang the posters Thursday nights before the games. We prep the football and basketball player’s locker rooms Friday afternoons. We put on pep rallies and help our community in lots of different ways. That doesn't even include our practices. On top of all of that, we must maintain a 'C+' average. If any of think that is too much, then I thank you for showing an interest and maybe you'll try out again next year.”
A few girls got up, some with slightly flushed faces and left the gym.
“Some of you are interested in cheering, the others of you are interested in the Rally squad.” Melinda went on to describe the differences and similarities in the two, “So, if you are interested in Cheer, please come down this way, those of you who want to be in Rally stay where you are.”
Taylor, the leader of the Rally squad stood before Erika and the others. “Hi,” she greeted.
Erika didn't know a whole lot about Taylor. She kept to herself most of the time. Last year, Eric had a class with her, but it she seldom spoke up in class. For someone as beautiful as she, she didn't socialize much. Her mixed heritage gave her skin the color of a latte and her hazel eyes tended to be more gold than green or gray. Today, her hair was straight and pulled back in a pony, but Erika had seen her wear it in long ringlets, or cornrowed. Taylor was one of those girls who made everything she wore look great.
“My name is Taylor and I'm in charge of the Rally squad. We don't get the glory of the cheer squad, but we work just as hard as they do, and in a lot of ways harder. They need to reserve a lot of their energy flipping and throwing themselves at each other. We pick up the slack and use our voices, our legs, and our cute looks to keep the crowd entertained.”
Krystal leaned close to Erika. “Why am I here?”
“Because if I am joining the rally squad for Samantha, you can too. Besides, it will help you lose even more weight,” Erika told her.
Taylor looked the girls over. “Let’s have you get up and pair off with another Rally girl, so she can teach you a basic routine and see how you do.”
Erika tried to keep up with the dancing as best as she could. In a way it was almost like when Tricia had taught her how to waltz out in the forest at camp. After a few times of going through it, she finally felt like she was getting the hang of it.
“Okay, girls.” Taylor stopped them. “Let’s see how you use your voices. I'm going to yell a cheer; I want you to copy it, one at a time.”
Taylor went up to one of the girls and yelled. Erika noticed that even though the brunette was yelling, she never seemed to lose her smile.
Erika let her voice carry as loud as she could, not caring if it sounded a little masculine. The thing she focused on was trying to keep smiling. It was harder than it looked. For the first time that afternoon, Taylor smiled.
“That was perfect.” Taylor nodded. “Did you all see and hear what she just did?”
“She was loud,” a girl stated.
“Not only was she loud, she projected,” Taylor explained, “She didn't just force air through her vocal chords, she focused her sound and bounced it off the wall and the whole time she was, smiling while she was doing it.”
Krystal gave Erika a nod of support.
“Good job, Erika.” Taylor smiled, she leaned in closer to Erika, “I know Samantha and Melinda want you on this squad, but I don't like playing favorites. You have a voice. You just need to learn to dance better.” She turned to the others. “Can any of you tumble? Do cartwheels, flips, and the like?”
One girl raised her hand.
Taylor stepped towards her, “Why aren't you trying out for cheer?”
“I like Rally uniforms better.” The girl smirked.
“They could use you if you can tumble.”
“I also don't like getting hurt,” the girl replied, “Statistically cheerleaders get hurt worse and more often than football players. I would rather have my feet on the ground than being thrown into the air and trust someone will catch me.”
“Me too,” Taylor nodded. “Okay,” she addressed the girls, “I'm going to have Jordon start teaching you all a cheer. Melinda and I'll make cuts accordingly. If you are cut, please leave quietly and without drama. You might make the squad next year.”
Jordon's blonde hair was pulled back into pigtails fastened with red ribbons. “Hi everyone.” She gave a small wave. “You are all doing great.” She gave them a toothy grin. “This is one of several of our basic cheers. I'll do it a couple of times and you follow along.”
Jordon turned to face away from the nervous girls and began the cheer, yelling and dancing at the same time.
By the time Melinda and Taylor had made their cuts, there were six girls left, Krystal and Erika included.
“Krystal, how much can you lift?” Melinda asked.
Krystal shrugged, “I don't know, why?”
“Only one of the guys trying out for cheer is acceptable and we could use another person who can spot. Could you come with me?”
Krystal looked confused. She looked to Erika, who nodded and smiled.
“The rest of you will meet in here every afternoon after school,” Taylor told them. “Welcome to the Warthog Rally squad.”
A few of the girls squealed with delight.
Taylor walked up to Erika, “Welcome to the squad, Erika. You really projected and presented, well. You just need to learn your left foot from your right, okay?”
“Thank you, Taylor. I'll try.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Erika picked up her duffle and walked over to where the cheer squad was working. She watched as Krystal hoisted a cheer leader up overhead and held her there for a moment before her arms began to give. Jorge and another guy standing nearby stepped in and caught the cheerleader as she half fell into their waiting arms.
“That was better than the guys could do,” Melinda observed, “If you worked on your upper body strength, would you consider joining Cheer?”
“Yes!” Samantha exclaimed clapping her hands together. “Say yes, Krystal, say yes.”
Krystal looked from Samantha to Erika, who smiled and nodded, then to Melinda, “I won't have to tumble will I?
“No.” Melinda smiled. We can work a routine around you so you won't have to tumble or do any aerials.”
“Aren't I too fat?”
“What?”
Krystal looked at the ground ashamed. “I'm fat.”
“This isn't 'Bring it On',” Melinda stated. “We need you Krystal. We need your strength. Besides, Samantha vouches for you. She says that you've lost a lot of weight over the summer while at camp.”
Krystal blushed but nodded.
“Krystal, will you please join cheer,” Melinda pleaded.
“Okay, as long as I don't look like a whale in the uniform,” Krystal relented.
“You'll look just as sexy as the rest of them,” Jorge spoke up.
Samantha jumped up and wrapped herself around Krystal. “You're so awesome,” she said. “You'll love it, just wait and see.”
“It'll be a lot of hard work.” Melinda warned. “I'll need you to work out on weights with Jorge to get that upper body and arm strength built up.”
“We'll start tomorrow,” Jorge nodded. “While you are all doing your wind sprints, I'll start pumping iron with Krystal.
“I won't get all brawny and bulky, will I?” Krystal was alarmed.
“No, I'll keep you looking gorgeously feminine,” Jorge promised.
“I'll do it.” Krystal let out a breath.
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “What?” Erika asked self-conscious. Julian’s eyes sparkled. “You’ve got some cheese on your cheek.” |
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“I'm just worried about looking okay in those short skirts.” Krystal bit her lip.
“You'll look great.”
“There you are.” Tricia rushed up to them, “Quick, we need your help.”
“Help with what?”
“Getting into your school records, come on.” She grabbed Erika's hand and pulled her down the hall with Krystal hurrying to keep up.
This time of the afternoon, the school was quiet. Most all of the students had gone home as well as the teachers. The Janitors bopped to their headphones as they swept, mopped and emptied trash cans. The halls were so empty that it seemed eerie, yet serene.
Tricia stopped just before the office door and peered into the corner of the window, “Good she's left.”
“Who?” Erika asked.
“The receptionist. I thought she would never leave.” Tricia opened the door.
“She left Victoria in there alone?”
“Yeah, this is our one shot.”
“What are you doing?” Krystal demanded.
“Looking for Erika's… Eric's transcripts,” Victoria snarled. “Help me.”
Erika and Tricia dashed over to the massive filing cabinet.
“Keep watch, Krystal,” Victoria suggested.
“Martin, right?” Victoria confirmed.
“Yes.”
“I looked under the 'M's but didn't find it. Is there any other place it could be filed under?”
“Not that I would know of.”
“I'll check the 'E's for Eric,” Tricia volunteered.
“I'll look round,” Erika shrugged. “They left you alone here in the office after hours?”
“Not exactly,” Victoria muttered.
Erika spotted some files that were stacked on a side desk and began thumbing through them.
“I used the old tissue in the door trick.” Victoria smiled.
“Huh?”
“I stuffed some tissue into the bolt hole of the door catch.” Victoria explained, “It didn't quite work, Tricia used her ASB card to get it the rest of the way open.”
“What do we say if someone finds us in here?” Krystal asked.
“Lie,” Victoria stated. “We tell them that we misplaced a homework assignment and were looking for it.”
“Why would our homework assignment be in the office?” Krystal asked.
“Fine, you come up with something,” Victoria snapped.
“I'm not finding anything in here,” Tricia commented.
“Nor out here,” Erika added. She walked back to the offices and checked the one of the closed doors. It opened easily. The desk was neat and tidy, with nothing on it but a computer. The next one she tried opened just as easily. The desk was piled with folders. “I've hit the mother lode,” she called to them.
Victoria joined her in the office. “Wow, why would all of these be in here?”
Erika walked around to the other side of the desk. A note pad and pen were laying there. Names of what looked to be students were listed in one column, another had words scratched in next to the names: Moved, Home, Sick, Unknown.
Victoria started looking through the files.
“I think this is a list of students who haven't been at school,” Erika told Victoria, “Have you seen Betty Smith?”
“No.” Victoria shook her head. “It says 'moved' next to her name.
“Are you on the list?” Victoria asked.
Erika's heart skipped a beat. She scanned the list quickly. “Not so far.”
“Bingo!” Victoria called. “Here is your transcript. No wonder I couldn't find it.”
Erika joined her out in the main part of the office with the file.
“Now, all I have to do is change your name and gender.” Victoria spoke mainly to herself, as she looked over its contents.
“Then I bring it in to school with me tomorrow?” Erika asked.
“No, it's going to be a little trickier than that.”
“Why?” Tricia asked.
“It lists her teachers in here. I mean, Eric’s teachers, I'll have to change some of the names to make it so they aren't recognizable. I'll have to take this home and scan it into my computer.”
“How long will this take?” Erika asked.
“A couple of days. Don't worry, it will be fine,” Victoria promised.
“Can we leave now?” Krystal asked.
“Yes,” Victoria and Erika said together.
---o0o---
Erika walked in the door behind Tricia.
“We need to get you out of those grubby try-out clothes and back into your skirt and boots,” Tricia instructed.
“Why?”
“Because we're going to the game.”
“So?”
“So, you have to be presentable when you go to a game. You'll be on the field wearing a short skirt carrying pom-poms next game.”
“Oh, yeah.” Erika gulped.
“So how are you going to explain to your parents you're staying after school for practice? Are you going to tell them that you made Rally Squad?”
“Hell no!” Erika blanched at the idea, “I'll tell them that I joined the gaming club.”
“What is the gaming club?”
“A group of nerds that get together and play RPGs after school.”
“Were you a part of their club last year?”
“No.” Erika shook her head, “Even they avoided 'The Plague'.”
“I'm so sorry.” Tricia wrapped her arms around Erika and held her in a tight embrace, “It must have been horrible.”
“What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?”
Tricia tightened her hold on Erika and held her for a long moment. Erika pulled back and blew her breath straight up, which caused her bangs to flutter about her eyes.
“I really need to get a bang trim,” she sighed.
“I'll do it,” Tricia offered.
“I don't know. Sasha cut them a certain way.”
“I'll just tale a little bit off until you can see a stylist.” Tricia avowed.
Erika relented. “Just a little bit.”
“I'll go fetch some scissors while you change.”
Erika pulled her school clothes out of her duffle and went into the bathroom and changed back into the skirt outfit with nylons and boots.
“Ready?” Tricia asked.
“Yeah.”
Tricia entered and sat Erika down on the toilet. “That outfit is hot.”
“Thanks?”
Tricia combed through Erika's bangs then raised the scissors.
“Only a little bit, they are supposed to be in my eyes,” Erika warned.
“I've got it,” Tricia assured with a smile. “Close your eyes.”
Erika resisted a chill as she heard the ‘schnick’ of scissors being closed on the hair in front of her face.
Tricia worked at it, trimming here and there, then combing through the hair then snipping a little more.
“Okay, open your eyes,” Tricia instructed.
Erika opened her eyes to see Tricia smiling nervously back at her. She turned and looked in the mirror. She breathed a sigh of relief.
“It isn't a Sasha job, but it will tide me over until I can somehow go and see him.”
“We all should make appointments and drive up and see him.” Tricia suggested.
“We need to get a driver's license first,” Erika reminded.
“Samantha is getting hers soon.” Tricia began freshening her makeup, “What should we do about dinner?”
“I don't know.”
“We can rummage around here for something, or we can get some nachos and hot dogs at the game.”
“I'm not hungry at the moment.” Erika confided.
“Let’s get something there.”
--o0o--
The sky was the color of molten gold, turning to silver and dark blue as the girls walked towards the school’s football field. The nights were still warm this early in the season, but it would only hold for another week or two before the crisper air of autumn would urge them to shift and snuggle deeper into their jackets. The leaves on the maple trees had mottled to yellow and gold. Although there were still plenty of leaves on the tree, the walkways beneath them were starting to become speckled in a loose carpet of dead foliage.
The two girls showed their ASB cards to get through the gates and joined the crowd of spectators and fans as they mingled and meandered towards their seats.
“Let’s check out the student seating first,” Tricia suggested, “We can walk around later.”
The two followed another group of students as they made their way up onto a section of stands on the opposite side of the field. The marching band, dressed in their red and white uniforms was already in their reserved place, playing sixties rock songs. Samantha: dressed in her white with red cheer outfit smiled and waved at them as they started up into the stands. Melinda followed her look and waved to Erika. Unsure of what else to do, Erika waved back.
“Should we sit closer to the top or the bottom of the stands?” Tricia asked.
“I have no idea. What difference will it make?”
“Towards the top allows you to see more of the game and gives the guys something to watch as we strut up or down the steps. If we sit closer to the bottom, we'd be able to hear more of the school's gossip and be able to study the cheerleaders and Rally Squad. You're going to be doing what they are, next week.”
“Is there a positive to either one?” Erika asked.
“You'll be with me.” Tricia winked.
“You pick.”
Tricia led the way up the steps. She stopped about ten rows up and started scooting past students who were talking passionately about politics.
“Aren't you Samantha's friend?” a guy asked.
Erika looked around and found the good-looking senior smiling at her. “Yes,” she nodded.
“Come sit in front of us,” he invited, “We'll keep others from bothering you.”
“Thank you.” Tricia grinned as she made her way to the bench seat in front of the guy.
“I'm Julian,” he introduced. “This is my friend, Stan.”
“Hi,” Stan greeted.
Julian's name and face finally connected in Erika's brain. Julian Rock was a Senior Senator of the student counsel and Captain as well as star of the swim team. His broad shoulders and ropy body under his sweatshirt was recognizable now. Julian was one of the more popular guys at school, who happened not to be on the football team.
“I'm Tricia and this is my friend, Erika,” Tricia introduced, “We both just started this year at Washington High.”
“Juniors?” Julian asked.
Erika found her voice. “Sophomores.”
“How do you know Samantha?” Julian inquired.
“We went to summer camp with her,” Erika spoke up.
“Cheer camp?”
“No, just a summer camp.”
“Erika tried out and got on the rally squad today,” Tricia bragged.
“You did?” Julian raised an eyebrow.
Erika felt her face heat up with a blush. She nodded.
“So I'll see you out there next week?” Julian's eyes darted down to the cheerleaders then back at Erika.
“I don't know yet, I'm not a very good dancer,” Erika admitted.
“As cute as you are? All you'd need to do is stay vertical.” Julian's eyes sparkled with mirth.
“You in sports?” Tricia asked.
Julian nodded, “I'm on the swim team.”
“More like he's the Captain of the swim team,” Stan bragged joining the conversation.
“Stan here is a diver,” Julian told them.
“Tricia is a diver,” Erika exclaimed.
“Really?” Stan took a second look at the blonde clad in pink.
Tricia nodded. The two girls sat sideways on the bench in front of the two guys and talked until the announcing of the National Anthem.
“These benches can be uncomfortable,” Julian looked from one to the other, “If you would feel more comfortable, you can lean back against my legs.”
“Thanks,” Tricia said before Erika could refuse. “We might take you up on that.”
The snare drums began a roll as the teams lined up for the kickoff. The roll progressed and grew louder until the kicker's foot hit the ball. With that impact, everyone in the stands stomped a foot on the floor of the grandstands and began cheering.
Erika's attention during the first quarter was divided by the game, Julian's friendly chatter and watching the cheerleaders and Rally Squad going through their routines and cheers, getting the crowd involved in cheering, chanting, and even singing.
“You’ll be doing that starting next week,” Tricia teased.
Erika rolled her eyes.
“Getting hungry?” Tricia inquired.
“Yes, I am. Those nachos look very good.”
“I’ll split one with you,” Tricia offered.
Erika nodded.
“You two going to get some food?” Julian looked from one to the other.
“Yes, do you want something?” Tricia asked.
“I’ll go with you,” Julian looked to Stan, “Save our places?”
Stan nodded.
“You want anything?” Julian asked his friend.
“A Coke would be good.”
Julian turned to the people sitting along the bench between him and the aisle. “Coming through,” he called.
The students looked to see who was speaking, then stood up or twisted out of the way as Tricia and Erika fell in behind Julian.
“So how are the Warthogs doing compared to the football teams at your old schools?” Julian asked as they walked towards the concessions stand.
“Any team is better than my old school’s team.” Tricia shook her head. “They had the record for having the most yards lost due to penalties in a single game. They were so bad, that they would start fights on the field and then get their butts kicked.”
Julian chuckled, “How about yours, Erika?”
“I… Well, I’ve never been to a football game before,” she admitted. “I didn’t really pay much attention to it before.”
“Getting on the rally squad, you’ll have to learn real quick.” Julian smiled. The swimmer ordered two hotdogs, a bratwurst, a bag of popcorn, an order of nachos and two large Cokes.
In the distance they heard the whistle to start the second quarter ring out.
Erika handed some of her money over to Tricia, who ordered an order of nachos a large diet Coke and a hotdog.
“You should talk to the cheerleaders, uh, Rally Squad and see if they could come to a swim meet,” Julian stated as they started climbing the grandstand steps. “I think it might be a bit noisy for the divers though, they need to concentrate before their dives.”
The students all parted for the three as they scooted by with their food.
“Thanks, J.R.” Stan smiled taking the Coke.
Julian handed him a hotdog. “We miss anything?”
“Nah, they have possession, but Tyler is about to blitz the ‘QB’. I can feel it.”
Erika munched on her nachos while Tricia worked on the hot dog, becoming unnerved as everyone in the stands jumped to their feet, cheering.
“Told you!” Stan cried. “Told you he’d blitz!”
Erika looked up at the two guys behind her.
Julian looked down and chuckled. Tricia looked from the cheering crowd to Erika and smiled.
“What?” Erika asked self-conscious.
Julian’s eyes sparkled. “You’ve got some cheese on your cheek.”
“Here, I’ll get it.” Tricia took Erika’s chin in her hand and leaned forward. Everything around Erika became distant and inconsequential as Tricia’s tongue flicked the cheese off of her cheek followed by lips that closed over hers in a loving caress.
–o0o–
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B You know what my Uncle Will would have said?” “No.” “Every adventure starts with your first step and a whistle on your lips.” |
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He padded into his bathroom, stepped out of the long nightwear and emptied his bladder before slipping into some sweatpants. He didn’t want his dad to suddenly appear in the bedroom unannounced and see him in the soft, floral material of the gown. He lay back in bed and curled up with a pillow.
Tricia had kissed him–well, Erika. She had kissed Erika before, but it had always been a small loving kiss, not the passionate, lingering kiss she had planted on her last night, practically in front of the whole school. It wasn’t just one kiss either. Tricia’s lips kept finding ways of touching hers. Julian and Stan were a bit surprised at first–probably just as surprised as Erika had been. After the fourth excuse for a kiss, Erika could see their body language relax a bit more.
Eric liked Tricia–liked her a whole lot. His body was thrilled that she was as interested in him as he was in her. He just wasn’t sure about letting the whole school know that Erika and Tricia were an ‘item’. Tricia hadn’t groped Erika or been munching on her face all night, just a few kisses here and there. Erika felt almost as if Tricia was marking her territory. Julian was a good-looking guy, after all.
Girls around them in the stands looked two or three times, but then seemed to take it as natural as well. There were a few gay students in school, but as far as Eric knew they had not gone out with one another, other than as friends.
Seeing two girls kissing was probably a novelty, but one that hopefully will be accepted. No one had called them dykes, or lesbians during or after the game. Julian still spoke to them and Stan tried to explain the game of football to Erika so that she could understand exactly what she would be cheering for.
The Warthogs ended up winning the game 31 to 10. Tricia and Erika said goodbye to Julian and Stan and walked hand in hand to Tricia’s house.
Tricia pulled Erika off to the side of the drive into the shadows away from the streetlights. Erika felt Tricia’s hands lightly take her face and guide it to her waiting lips. Erika wrapped Tricia’s tiny waist in her arms and pulled the blonde closer taking control. Her tongue sought entry, which Tricia was more than willing to receive. The blonde tasted sweet, warm and delicious. One of Erika’s hands drifted down and cupped the blonde’s beautifully shaped butt. She gave it a gentle squeeze then pulled her hips to her own, causing Tricia’s tongue to respond more forcefully.
Tricia pushed away after a while to catch her breath, “You are a tease,” she accused.
“A tease, what do you mean?” Erika asked.
“You have been looking so hot all night. Every guy at that game as well as some of the girls had their eyes on you,” Tricia explained. “Julian was practically drooling all over you.”
“He was not,” Erika shook her head. “He was just being nice.”
“Oh, he was so. Why else do you think I began kissing you?” Tricia asked. “I had to let him and everyone else know that you were mine.” Her eyes flashed emphasizing that last word.
“So, I am ‘yours’ now?” A thrill fluttered her heart.
“I was hoping you would be mine,” she responded, a little more timidly.
Erika kissed Tricia again. “I am yours if you will have me.”
Tricia kissed her back.
Once in Tricia’s room, Erika disappeared into the bathroom and took a shower, scrubbing makeup from her face.
Tricia was waiting for him when he emerged from the bathroom. She leaned into him and tousled his hair then kissed him again.
“You’ll even take me as Eric?” he asked.
Tricia looked into his eyes, “I love you. It doesn’t matter which ‘you’, you are presenting.”
“It doesn’t?”
“I think Erika is prettier,” Tricia admitted. “She looked so hot in that skirt with those boots tonight.”
“What about now?” Eric asked.
Tricia smiled. “It’s still you, just a scruffier, less refined you.”
Eric kissed her, savoring her soft lips. “Well, the prettier me has to go see a shrink tomorrow.”
“How is it going with your psychologist?” Tricia asked.
“I don’t know, as well as can be expected, I guess,”
“Meaning?”
“I don’t know, we’ll see. I’ve only seen her a couple of times.”
“Leeza said that the right psychologist can make a huge difference.”
“I’m not sure yet about Dr. Farts.”
“Her name is Dr. Farts?” Tricia suppressed a giggle.
“Her name is Dr. Barts, I just call her Dr. Farts.”
“Why?”
“Mostly to irritate my mom,” Eric shrugged. He placed his gaffe, forms, and bra into his duffle, “Now, what to wear?”
“You’re going as Erika?”
“Dr. Farts asked to meet me as her.”
“So… something casual but nice.” Tricia went to the closet.
“Jeans and a nice top?” Erika suggested.
“Uh-uh,” Tricia shook her head, “Nice. Jeans are every day.”
“So, something like the blue dress at camp?”
“That’s too nice.” She perused the clothes. “Aha! Here you go.” She pulled on a hanger, “You can wear this with it.”
“How about nylons?” Eric was hopeful.
“Not with something this casual. You can wear either your strappy sandals or these flats will work.”
Eric took the outfit and folded it neatly in his duffle.
“Don’t forget your makeup,” Tricia reminded. “And don’t overdo it.”
“Lip gloss?”
Tricia nodded.
Eric tossed the strap of his duffle over his shoulder and followed Tricia downstairs. Leeza was kind enough to drive him home and he sat in the back seat with Tricia, holding hands while looking deeply into one another’s eyes.
Eric heard his father take the stairs down to the kitchen. He decided, he may as well get some breakfast too.
“Morning, Eric,” his father greeted.
“Morning, dad.”
“I thought we’d eat a quick breakfast and then go hit some balls,” Mr. Martin smiled.
“Dad, I don’t like golf,” Eric reminded.
“I was thinking the batting cages.” His dad poured himself some coffee. He looked up to Eric and held the pot up. “Want some?”
“Sure,” Eric nodded.
“Eggos or toast?” his dad offered.
“Let’s splurge and have Eggos,” Eric suggested dripping with sarcasm. He took a sip of the offered brew, “Did mom tell you that I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon?”
“Yep. We’ll be back in plenty of time. I also have tee time an hour before your appointment. So, we’ll have to be back before then.”
Eric inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. With his dad’s tee time an hour before the appointment, he’d have at least an hour to get changed.
“So, why the batting cages?” Eric pressed.
“Some guy time,” his dad replied, “I haven’t seen you all summer, and the last couple of weeks have been a real stress for me at work. This way we can blow off some steam.”
The two finished their breakfast in uneasy silence.
“See you down here in about fifteen minutes.” Eric’s dad smiled.
Eric trudged upstairs to his room and climbed into his jeans and a T-shirt before brushing his teeth. He pulled his hair back loosely and put a cap on. He looked into the mirror and was tempted to put some mascara on, but the fountain incident was too fresh still. He met his dad downstairs and followed him out to the truck.
Mr. Martin pulled out of the drive and headed down to the main road.
“Dad, what is the real reason for this?” Eric asked suspicious.
“What do you mean?”
“Dad, we hardly ever have ‘guy time’.”
“I know,” he sighed, “My dad wasn’t around much when I was growing up, the only ‘guy time’ I had was with my Uncle Will,” he paused, “I miss my Uncle Will, I wish you could have met him.”
“He’s your favorite Uncle who died, right?” Eric questioned.
There was a pause, “Yes, he died before you were born.”
“Dad?”
Mr. Martin sighed, “Okay, okay, I know that this is transparent, but I haven’t been around a lot because of this huge work project, and now I’m feeling guilty.”
“It’s okay dad, really. We don’t have to do this.”
“But I’d like to spend some time with you.” His father looked away from the road and made eye contact with Eric.
Eric didn’t know what to say. It had been a long time since his dad had had time to spend with him. He smiled to himself.
There was that one failed fishing trip when he was about ten…
His dad decided that they needed to have some ‘guy time’ and took him on a fishing trip. They packed up the truck, with a tent, sleeping bags, rods and tackle on a Thursday night. Friday, they drove up to the lake. His dad rented a small aluminum boat and they loaded all of their gear into it. A storm had decided to move in on them and by the time they were halfway across the lake, they were drenched to the skin.
They found a secluded camping spot and unloaded the boat, putting the already wet stuff under a fir tree.
“Mother Fu–duge!” his dad swore.
“What?”
“I forgot the… flippin’ tent poles.” His was trying to watch his cussing, “Well, we’ll just have to make a lean to out of it. Why don’t you go try and find us some fire wood?”
Eric went off into the trees looking for wood that might still be dry after the deluge. He didn’t have much luck and came back to camp in the dark with only one arm load. His dad had the tent draped over a couple of branches of a tree to act as a sort of roof.
“There isn’t any dry wood out there, dad.” Eric complained.
“We’ll just have to make do.” He took the wood and arranged it in a tepee formation. He dug around and found some matches, but the paper and fire starter that they had with them had gotten wet and wouldn’t catch. He used up most of his matches before giving up.
“I guess we’re roughing it tonight,” he sighed. “You hungry?”
Eric nodded.
“I think the cracker box is wet, but they should be dry. You should curl up in the sleeping bag and start getting warm.”
Eric found the soggy cracker box and pulled the unopened plastic bag out. He curled up in his sleeping bag next to the tree and silently ate his crackers.
The forest around them was quiet, even the crickets were silent, preferring to wait out the rain for a better night. The only sounds he could make out were the rain splattering into the lake and on the rocks along its shore. Before long, his dad came up and wiggled into his bag. Eric handed the crackers over to his dad who accepted them without word.
Eric didn’t sleep well that night. His wet clothes and the sleeping bag seemed to do nothing against the cold ground, leaching the warmth from his body. He tossed and turned, waking with chattering teeth every time he tried to get into a more comfortable position.
Morning came way too early. Eric was thankful for the light, but without adequate sleep, he was cranky and exhausted.
“Well, we have light, let’s go out on the lake and see if we can catch some fish, then we’ll go back across the lake to the lodge and get some dry fire starters and see if they have a tent we can rent.” Mr. Martin suggested.
“Can we go to the lodge first?” Eric asked, “I’m freezing.”
“Sure.”
Eric wiggled out of his bag and wrapped the warm part around him and headed down to the water.
“Dad?” Eric called.
“Yes?”
“Where’s our boat?”
“It’s tied up next to the lake…” his dad emerged from the forest to an empty lake shore, “It was right here.” His dad swore, pointing to a dead log, “This log has moved. Did you come down here last night?” he asked Eric.
“No, Dad. I was in the woods trying to find dry wood.”
“Oh shit!” hid dad swore.
“What?”
“Look at your feet.”
Eric did and his shoes were properly tied. He looked up at his dad confused.
His dad pointed. “Those tracks in the sand are bear prints.”
Eric’s heart jumped as he scanned the woods for a sign of bear.
“I’ll bet the bear rolled the log over looking for food, dislodging the rope to the boat.” Mr. Martin looked out into the lake looking for a metal boat, finding nothing but water and gray clouds that threatened to dump on them some more.
Eric looked up and down the lake shore looking for the boat. “Dad, what are we going to do? I don’t see our boat.”
“Let’s go back and grab our stuff and start walking down the shore. We’ll probably come across the boat in an inlet or something.”
Mr. Martin wrapped an arm around Eric’s neck and started back to their makeshift camp.
“Freeze!” his dad whispered sharply.
Eric froze and looked up from the ground. A bear was in their camp, poking its nose into their food, using its massive claws to hold and tear into packages.
“Slowly back away. If it chases, jump into the lake and swim hard and fast.” His dad instructed.
The two slowly backed away putting several trees between them and the bear.
“Now, let’s run down the shore,” his dad said turning. The two ran down the sandy lake shore, dodging large boulders that sporadically dotted its edge. Once they were a ways away, Mr. Martin slowed down to a walk, “That was scary,” he confessed.
“Now, what are we going to do?” Eric asked.
“It looks like we walk back to the lodge.”
“That will take days.” Eric complained.
“If we start now, we should be there around dinner time.”
Eric groaned.
“We may even come across our boat along the way, or we might meet another camper and see if they can take us across the lake to the lodge.” His dad tried to sound hopeful, “You know what my Uncle Will would have said?”
“No.”
“Every adventure starts with your first step and a whistle on your lips.” He smiled. Eric’s dad puckered his lips and started whistling a familiar tune as they walked along the lake shore, skirting rocks and jumping over logs.
Eric’s legs were numb as he trudged up to the steps entering the lodge. He stopped at their base, not knowing if he had enough strength to lift them, but the promise of dry warmth and food was overpowering.
The night sky had darkened a while ago and only the occasional glimmer of light from the lodge kept them moving forward.
Eric stumbled after his father into the lodge and sat heavily onto a fireplace hearth that was warm from a large crackling fire.
Eric was barely aware of the conversation his dad had with the lodge keeper. The only thing he heard was warm bed, and hot food. Those of course were the only four words he cared about at the moment.
His dad scooped him up off the hearth and carried him up a flight of stairs to a room.
They both undressed and took turns in a hot shower. The warmth helped to revitalize him a little, but then his stomach began to gnaw at itself. When he entered the bedroom, he was greeted by a large tray of food. Eric fell on the hamburger devouring it in a handful of bites. He was halfway done with his fries when he saw his dad watching him.
“I’m sorry, Eric,” he apologized.
“It’s okay dad. You couldn’t have controlled a bear.”
Bed had never felt so wonderful. His brain had switched off before his head had hit the pillow.
Eric woke the following morning to a knock on the door. He wrapped a towel around his waist and peeked through the crack.
“Here’s your clothes.” A woman smiled. “Washed and dried.”
“Thank you.” Eric accepted the bundle and nudged the door closed with a foot.
He and his dad tucked into eggs, ham, pancakes and home fried potatoes, not those cheap ground up frozen potatoes, but thick-cut, baked and fried spuds.
“You know, if you had gone the other way up the lake shore, you’d have come to one of the logging access roads.” The woman told them, “One of the weekend loggers would have given you a lift.”
Eric’s dad swallowed hard, “How far up the lake?”
“Only a mile or two.” She refilled Eric’s juice.
Eric heard his father groan.
Not much could be salvaged from their camp site. Eric and his dad pulled the broken bits of fishing poles and torn sleeping bags out of the ranger’s boat and dumped them into the back of the truck.
“We aren’t telling your mother about this,” his dad said firmly.
“She’ll ask about the fish.”
“I’ll come up with a cover story.”
Later that day, Eric found himself behind a fish market, holding a string of trout up for his dad to take a picture of him with ‘his catch’.
His mother ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ over the great catch that her son had taken in as she fried the trout.
“What are you thinking about?” his dad asked as he pulled into the parking lot.
“About our fishing trip.”
Eric’s dad groaned loudly then looked at his son. “You haven’t told your mother about that have you?”
Eric shook his head, “No way.” The two looked at each other and began laughing.
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “Whoa, freaky,” his mom gasped. “Gee thanks mom,” Erika scoffed. |
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Eric swung a bat, then traded it for another and swung that one. Other than playing softball at camp, he hardly ever took part in this kind of activity. When he was eight, he had been on a T-ball team. He hadn’t been any good. As usual, he was too weird, too uncoordinated and too immature to enjoy the game.
“Find a good one?” his dad asked coming out of the building.
“I guess so.”
“Here, take this.” His dad handed him a card that read ‘Sluggers’.
“What’s this?” Eric asked.
“It’s a prepaid card,” his dad hefted a bat. “This place isn’t very far from your school, so I figured if you got a bit stressed and needed to hit something, you could, you know, come here and whack at some balls.”
“Uh, thanks dad.” Eric didn’t know what to say. He stuck the card into his pocket and settled the helmet on his head.
“I’m too out of practice and too old to try fast pitch just yet. Shall we try the soft ball cage?” his father asked.
“Sure.” Eric followed his dad around the large cage to the slow pitch cages.
“How are things going at school?” his dad asked settling into a batting stance.
“Fine I guess.” Eric shrugged even though his dad’s back was turned to him.
The yellow ball was lobbed. His dad swung and missed, “Your mom says that you’ve been having a hard time.”
Eric groaned inwardly. This was what the ‘guy time’ was about. Dad concerned about Eric fitting in at school. “It’s no big deal,” he stated.
“It’s a big deal when you’re too worried about bullies to concentrate on your school work.” His dad swung at another ball catching a corner, but the yellow ball slapped the ground and bounced into the cage behind him. “You know I was picked on when I was around your age too.” His dad choked up on the bat.
Eric had heard this lecture and story so many times, that he muttered the words under his breath as his dad launched into his spiel.
Yes, yes, Eric thought. I’ve got to get some confidence and stand up to the bullies, show them that I’m not scared. Force them to back down. I got it, I got it. Boy did I ever get it. Does he have any idea how much duct tape hurts when it is ripped off your balls?
His dad stood up out of his crouch and stepped back and gestured for Eric to take his turn.
Eric stood in the batter’s box resting the bat on his shoulder.
“You’ve got to get down into a good crouch, put all of your weight on your back foot and be ready to shift it on to your front foot as you follow through,” his dad instructed from outside the cage.
Eric saw the light come on at the machine and did what his dad had told him, as he swung at the ball. The bat vibrated as it connected with the ball sending it against the far side of the cage.
His dad beamed. “See? What did I tell you? Nice hit.”
Eric didn’t have the heart to inform his dad that he had been on one of the winning softball teams at camp.
“What I guess I’m saying is that if you are willing to go through with it, that I’d be willing to pay for some self-defense classes. I have a friend who is a black belt in judo or something like that. I’d bet he’d be willing to show you a few moves to —you know, protect yourself.”
Eric swung at the ball imagining it was his dad’s friend’s head and sent it out over the machines.
“Good hit, son,” he encouraged. “I’m sure if you liked it, and you set your mind to it, you could probably earn a black belt in karate or something.”
Or end up getting my ass kicked in a sparring match by an eight-year-old kid, Eric thought.
“I’m doing okay so far this year, Dad.” He swung and chopped a ball right, “No one is picking on me so far. In fact, I’ve been making friends.”
“That’s good to hear.” His dad’s voice held doubt. “I still think it would be a good idea if you were to take some self-defense classes after school.”
Eric’s heart skipped a beat. A yellow softball hit the ground behind him as he swallowed. “I’ve kind of joined a club at school,” Eric tossed out. He wracked his brain trying to figure out what to tell his dad; anything but rally squad. If his parents knew about rally squad, they’d want to pick him up from practice and start going to the games to watch. They would know he’d been transforming into Erika.
“Oh? What club did you join?” His father sounded interested.
“It’s a journalism, political cartoonist club,” Eric made up.
His dad nodded. “You do like to draw.”
Eric dug himself deeper. “Since it is the beginning of the school year, we are meeting every day after school, to get a jump on our project.”
“Sounds like a big and important project. Still, I’m sure they can let you miss one meeting a week to learn some karate, or kung fu.”
“I don’t know.” Eric swung at a ball and missed. “I’ll ask though.”
“Great! Tell your mom what kind of classes you want to take, and she’ll set them up.”
Eric swallowed a lump. “Thanks dad.”
The two of them moved up to a slow pitch hard ball cage to swing at some more balls.
His dad tipped his head. “Check out the skirt.” He said under his breath. For Eric’s ears only.
Eric turned and saw a pretty young lady. The skirt was indeed quite cute, but Eric felt that he as Erika could wear it better than she did, and the shoes she picked to wear with it were hideous. How could she walk out of the house wearing those god-awful things with such a nice skirt?
“You should go ask her if she wants to hit a few balls.”
“Yeah, right dad.” Eric scoffed.
“I’m serious. Go on.”
Eric gave his dad a long hard look, his dad returned it. Eric shrugged his shoulders and slowly walked towards the girl, wondering what he could possibly say to her.
She had dark hair that had been highlighted, which she wore very straight.
“Hi.” Eric managed.
The girl turned to see him. “Hi,” she returned.
“That is a cute skirt, where did you find it?” Eric asked.
“Macy’s.” She turned away and suppressed a giggle.
“I was hitting some balls over in the cages and wondered if you might want to try a few?”
The girl giggled and looked up as a large guy approached.
“What are you doing speaking to my girlfriend, plague?” Todd demanded. Todd was one of the largest players on the football team that was to protect the quarterback.
“I was just making conversation.” Eric forced a smile.
“He’s ‘The Plague’?” the girl asked.
“The one and only,” Todd said as if presenting an anomaly. “Get out of here and don’t ever talk to her again.”
“Sorry,” Eric apologized. He turned to walk away as Todd spat at him.
Eric’s face was red with rage as he approached his dad.
“Sorry, Eric, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”
“Can we go?” Eric growled.
“Don’t you want to hit a few more?”
“No. I want to go home.”
“Alright, don’t get your panties in a bunch. Let’s grab some lunch before we head home,” his dad suggested.
Eric couldn’t help wondering if his panties were in a bunch. They didn’t feel like it. They still felt soft and cozy next to his skin.
They picked up some burgers on the way and devoured the fries before they pulled into the driveway.
After eating their sandwiches, Eric escaped up to his room. He logged on to his computer and shifted through his email.
Hey Erika,
I hope school is going as well for you as it is me. Thanks to your incredible drawings, I’ve been able to write a lot. My friends who have seen the story and your drawings are all impressed. I wish there was a way that we could get together and talk. I think our school plays yours the second to last game of the season. Maybe we could hook up then. I’ll buy you a latte or something and we can catch up.
Let me know what’s going on with you. Missing you bunches,
Matt
Eric smiled. Erika will have to write Matt a long email detailing the trials and tribulations of a teenage girl when she had more time.
She scrolled down.
What’s up girlfriend?
Derek and I are doing well. Our parents approve so much of one another that we are allowed to get together almost every weekend. He is sooo great!
His mom is so cool! She has some of the best tips and ideas for us midgets on how to do things. Derek’s dad built her whole kitchen so that everything was easy for her to work with. We don’t have to stand on step stools to cook or even to wash our hands. It’s amazing. Even the bathroom is scaled down for us.
Derek’s dad is taking us to a comic book convention next week. I’ve never been before, I’m a bit nervous. Isn’t there like a whole lot of geeks at those things? Derek seems all excited about it, so it should be fun.
What’s going on with my Lavender Lady friends?
Write soon,
Dani
A soft knock came at the door.
“Yes?” Eric answered.
The door opened and his mother poked her head in, “Your dad is gone. You need to get ready for Dr. Barts. She said she wanted to meet you as… you know. Do you have clothes and makeup and stuff?”
“Yes.” Eric blushed. “I’ve got it taken care of. Thanks mom.” He signed off his computer.
“I’ll be downstairs.” She closed the door.
Eric pulled out the outfit he had hung in the closet last night and dug the other things out of his duffle and went into the bathroom.
---o0o---
Erika checked her face one last time in the mirror and applied a touch more lip gloss. She stood back and admired the blue and white floral sun dress and short, white knit sweater that went over the top. She slipped into her light-colored flats and deposited the tube of gloss into her purse before walking downstairs.
“Ready mom,” she sang as she descended.
“Whoa, freaky,” his mom gasped.
“Gee thanks mom,” Erika sneered, somewhat put out at the reaction.
“No, I mean, that it’s freaky because looking at you is like me looking in the mirror but twenty years ago.”
Erika stepped off the last step.
“Thanks mom.” She smiled, went up to her mother and kissed her on the cheek.
“Uh, we should be going,” Mrs. Martin stated slightly embarrassed, grabbing her purse.
The ride in the car to Dr. Barts was a bit awkward. Erika’s mother kept stealing silent looks at her son/daughter.
“Where did you get the clothes?” she asked.
“The girls from camp loaned them to me.” Erika smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt.
“That was nice.” Her mother didn’t sound convinced.
Erika took her mother’s arm as they walked across the parking lot to Dr. Barts’ office. While her mother checked her in, Erika picked up a Cosmo and seated herself in a chair, crossing her legs. She looked up from her magazine as her mother turned and looked at her strangely. Mrs. Martin shook her head as if to clear a thought and sat down next to her *son*.
A few minutes later Dr. Barts called from the door, “Erika?”
Erika smoothly stood up placed the Cosmo on the table and joined Dr. Barts at the door.
“It’s good to see you, Erika,” the doctor greeted.
“Thank you,” Erika grinned. She took a seat on the edge of the couch this time, making sure to smooth the skirt of her dress under her.
“You look very pretty, Erika. Did your mom or your friends help you get ready?”
Erika blinked, momentarily confused. “No, I dress myself. I did borrow this dress from a friend though.”
“It’s very becoming on you,” Dr. Barts picked up her note pad. “If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought you were a normal young lady.”
Erika smiled. “Thank you.”
“So why did you pick out this outfit today?” Dr. Barts asked.
“Is there something wrong with it?” Erika looked down at her cleavage and the dress. She smoothed out her skirt.
“No, I think it is lovely. I just wanted to see what thought process you went through.”
“Well, I wanted something nice to wear, since this is the first time I will have been here as Erika, but my friend suggested that I didn’t overdo it, so I settled on this dress.”
“Do you do your own hair and makeup?” Dr. Barts inquired.
“Yes,” Erika nodded, “I’m afraid, I’m still not as skilled or as quick at my makeup as my friends, but they say that I’m doing fine. It does take me a little bit longer to get this back here to look right though.” Erika lightly touched the back of her head.
Dr. Barts smiled. “I think it takes us all a little bit longer to get that to look right.”
“What do you think about when you are getting dressed?”
“Not much,” Erika admitted. “Mainly if it the outfit will look alright on me. I remind myself to be careful not to get any make up on my clothes and I think about what I’ll be doing later.”
“Do you get excited or aroused while dressing?” she asked.
“You asked me that one before,” Erika pointed out. “No, I don’t get aroused while dressing or thinking about dressing.” She was starting to take offense.
“Have you had any more ‘plague’ incidents lately?”
“Not if you don’t count being spat at.”
“When was this?” she asked.
“This morning. My dad wanted some ‘guy time’. Mostly he wanted to convince me to take karate lessons for self-defense.”
“Self-defense classes would be good for anybody.” Dr. Barts agreed.
“I’ve got something else going on.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“I tried out and made the Rally squad.”
“That’s terrific, Erika. What did your parents say?”
“I haven’t told them yet,” Erika looked past Dr. Barts to the picture. “I want to surprise them once I get my uniform.”
“How many guys are on the Rally squad?” Dr. Barts asked.
“Just two.”
“I think that is a wonderful move. I think that your parents will be excited to see you with all of those pretty girls cheering on your team,” Dr. Barts smiled, “Did you know that several of our Presidents were on their High school and College cheer squads?”
“No.”
“If my memory serves me right, Eisenhower, Ford and Reagan were amongst those. So you are in good company.” Dr. Barts looked at her pad, “So, do you and your dad, get much ‘guy time’?”
“No. Most of the time we try to do something and it ends up being a disaster.”
“It couldn’t be that bad.”
“There was the fishing trip where we got lost and were practically attacked by a bear.”
Dr. Barts gave Erika a look of disbelief.
Erika spent the next five minutes relating the failed fishing trip story.
“Oh my,” Dr. Barts shook her head. “I see what you mean about ‘guy time’ being a disaster. But if you look at it from a different angle, there was a lot hours that you spent alone with your dad out in the woods. Now you have a tale and a cover up story to share between you two, so in a way ‘guy time’ was a success.”
“I never looked at it that way before,” Erika admitted.
“So, do you think that you and your dad will have special time together if you are Erika?”
“I guess so, I don’t see why not. I’m the same person,” Erika stated.
“But if you are Erika, then you will be forcing your dad to see you as a girl. He won’t relate to you as Eric, as a guy or do those kinds of things. Do you think your dad would take Erika fishing? Or perhaps to the batting cages?”
“No.” Erika shook her head and fell silent as the shrink wrote on her pad.
“So what have you been up to over the past few days?” Dr. Barts broke the silence.
“I went to a football game last night,” Erika smiled.
“Did your team win?”
“Yes. Julian and Stan think that they’ll make it to the State play offs again this year.”
“Who are Julian and Stan?”
“Two guys we met at the game. Julian is on the swim team, and Stan is a diver.”
“Who went with you to the game?”
“Tricia.”
“She’s your friend from camp?”
Erika nodded. “She kissed me last night,” Erika dropped her gaze in embarrassment.
“So you are making friends. That’s great, Erika.”
“My camp friends are helping with that.”
“Erika, how do you feel when you present yourself in this fashion?”
“I think I’m more comfortable,” Erika was slow in answering. “I feel pretty, and I like how people treat me, how people look at me.”
“How do they look at you, or treat you?”
“With respect; like a lady; with care — as if I am a person, someone to be admired, not the scum of society that they can have their way with and dump off in a trash heap.”
“When you are dressed and take on the persona of Erika, you are admired and respected?” Dr. Barts asked. “How so?”
“At the game last night, other kids, students, were allowing me to sit with them, talk with them; they weren’t showing me hex signs and shouting insults at me. In fact, they were trying to get to know me. Julian the captain of the swim team was flirting with me, Tricia said that she noticed other guys checking me out but were too intimidated to approach me. Julian walked us down to the concessions stand to make sure that we could get there and back unmolested.” Erika looked Dr. Barts in the eye, tears running down her cheeks, “You have no idea what a surreal feeling all of that is, especially after the last few years of being the butt of every joke, the target of every prank; even from teachers.”
“You went to the game as Erika and no one recognized you?”
“They all know me as Erika now.”
“How do they know Erika? Have you been going to school as Erika?” Dr. Barts became alarmed.
Erika nodded, “It is the only way to go and not be picked on, or bullied.”
“Does your mother know?”
“No. Please don’t tell her. I can’t go to school as ‘The Plague’, I just can’t.” She accepted a tissue from Dr. Barts and dabbed at her eyes. “You don’t know what they would do to me if ‘The Plague’ showed up and Erika disappeared.”
“Erika, you are skating on very thin ice. Do you know how many laws you are breaking?”
“I’m only going to school as a girl.”
“Are you in gym class?”
“No. I only have to take it for one year in high school. I always planned on taking it my senior year.”
“What about using the bathroom?”
“The bathrooms all have stalls with doors. I’m not peeking at anyone, that is just gross. I'm not a pervert.”
“How did you even get registered?”
“I registered as a transfer student. My transcripts are still in route.”
“What transcripts?”
“The ones that the school will get next week.”
“You are forging documents?”
“Not really. We’re just changing a few things on my old ones.”
Dr. Barts stared hard at the young lady in front of her. She had to remind herself that the girl in her office was actually a boy.
“Eric,” she stressed his real name. “You are placing me on the legal edge of patient — doctor confidentiality. I am very conflicted as what I should do.”
“I’m not breaking any laws,” Erika protested.
“Actually, you are, but with the exception of changing your transcripts they are relatively minor.”
“I just want to go to school as Erika and not be bullied,” Erika whined.
“And what will you do after high school? You’ll have a diploma with Erika on it.”
“I don’t know yet. I could tell the school that they misspelled my name or tell them what really happened.”
“And you could give up being Erika, just like that?” Dr. Barts asked.
Erika fell silent. “I’m not sure. I feel like I am one and the same.”
“The young lady who walked in my office today looking so pretty is not the same as the young man who plopped himself down in my chair for the last few visits,” Dr. Barts pointed out. “As Erika, you sit different, you read different magazines, and you hold yourself differently. You even speak differently as Erika than as Eric.” She looked hard at Erika. “Perhaps this is more of a split personality case?”
“I don’t have a split personality. I’m just behaving the way a young lady behaves,” Erika protested.
“Well that has yet to be proven.” Dr. Barts sighed.
Erika was silent.
“I want you to stop thinking so much about how to avoid being ‘The Plague’ and start thinking about being yourself. I think that will be your assignment for next time.” Dr. Barts looked at her watch. “Speaking of time, ours is almost up and I need to see your mother for a few minutes.”
“You aren’t going to tell her anything that we talked about today are you?”
Dr. Barts smiled, “I don’t know yet. You have really put me between a rock and a hard place.”
Erika eased herself up off the couch and walked to the door, straightening her skirt.
“I would like to see Eric next visit.” Dr. Barts came up behind her. “You are a lovely young person. We just need to figure out if you are to be a young lady, or young man.” She rested a hand on Erika’s shoulder, “I also think it would be a good idea for those self-defense classes, okay?”
“Okay.”
Erika entered the waiting room and smiled a bit deflated at her mother. “Your turn.”
Mrs. Martin greeted Dr. Barts and disappeared behind the door. Erika picked the Cosmo back up, gently took a seat and waited. She flipped through the magazine but didn’t pay any attention to it. Her whole focus was on the door across the room from her and how her mother would be acting as she came back through it.
To be continued…
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “How was your evening?” His dad asked as Eric walked to the refrigerator to get a cold drink. “Good.” Eric had to work to keep himself from sighing. “She a good kisser?” Mr. Martin asked opening the fridge behind his son. |
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“Thank you, Dr. Barts.” Mrs. Martin finally exited the door. She glanced at Erika and gave her a quick smile.
Erika’s heart skipped a beat, then rushed to make up for it. It wasn’t a disappointing smile. Perhaps Dr. Barts didn’t tell her anything. Erika stood up and tossed both women an uncertain smile. Dr. Barts winked at Erika from behind her mother. Erika took a deep relaxing breath.
Erika walked hesitantly next to her mother as they made their way to the car.
“Shall we go get some ice cream?” Mrs. Martin asked.
“That sounds good,” Erika nodded.
-o0o-
Once they had gotten home, Erika hugged her mom, “Thanks for the ice cream.”
“I still can't get over how much you look like me,” her mother shook her head in disbelief.
Erika leaned in and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, then rushed up stairs.
She went straight to her bathroom and stood, admiring herself in the mirror, trying to imagine how her mother might have looked when she was younger.
“Your nose is too strong,” she said touching her face. “Why can’t you have a cute button nose like Tricia’s or a softer chin, like Katie’s?” She sighed heavily then slipped out of her outfit and took a shower to scrub off the makeup and shampoo the hairspray out of her hair.
Eric slicked his hair back out of his face and neatly folded the dress and sweater putting them in his backpack. He wrapped the makeup and other items and tucked them in as well, before going to his computer. He logged in.
Dear Dani,
I’m so happy to hear about you and Derek and am thrilled to hear that you and his mother are getting along. Having been ‘the plague’, I know that there are some real diamonds out there among the rocks and pebbles. You found a giant gem in Derek.
Things here are going okay. Erika has been attending school instead of Eric. Samantha has even talked Krystal and I into joining the Cheerleading and Rally squads. We start on Monday. So far no one suspects me; at least I don’t think anyone does.
Mom has me seeing a shrink. She’s okay, I guess. We talk a lot about different things. Sometimes it’s hard. I don’t know if she is just playing games, or if there is a point to the whole thing. Sometimes while I’m in there, my head hurts for the circles she gets my brain into.
Tricia and I are kind of going steady now, I think. She kissed me last night. J Oh, btw Matt is emailing me now too. :)
Erika
Erika sent the email off and opened another.
Hey Matt,
How are you doing? It’s great to hear about how much people like your story. I’m glad that my doodles could help out.
Things here are going alright. I joined our school’s Rally squad. Samantha kind of talked me into it. It might be fun. I get to go to all of the football games for free. :)
Write me soon,
Erika
Eric was working on a drawing, when his phone rang.
“Hi Erika,” Tricia greeted.
“Hi.”
“How was the psychologist today?”
“It was okay, I guess.”
“What are you doing tonight?” she asked.
“Not much of anything.”
“Can you come over and hang out? Watch movies?”
“I don’t know, I’ll have to ask,” Eric responded, “I’ll call you back in a few minutes.”
Eric hung up and started down the stairs when he heard his dad whistling as he came in the front door.
“Hey son,” Mr. Martin greeted with a smile, “What’s the hurry?”
“Tricia just asked if I could go over to her house and watch movies,” Eric blurted out.
“Is Tricia a girlfriend?”
Eric blushed a shade or two scarlet as he nodded.
“Will her parent’s be home?”
“I think so.”
“If her parents, are home, I don’t see why you can’t go, just clear it with your mother first.”
“Really?” Eric asked.
Mr. Martin nodded and moved past his son up the stairs to shower, “Do you need a ride?”
“I don’t know?”
Mr. Martin nodded towards the other part of the house, “Clear it with your mom.”
Eric found his mom in the kitchen
“Mom? Tricia asked if I could go over and watch movies at her house. Dad said that it would be alright, as long as it was all right with you.”
Mrs. Martin paused in her dinner preparations and thought for a moment, “Fine, but you have to be home by eleven.”
Eric quickly stepped across the room and kissed his mother on the cheek. “Thanks mom.”
Mrs. Martin was slightly taken aback by the intimate gesture but smiled as she watched her son disappear.
---o0o---
Tricia greeted Eric at the door. “It’s great to see you.” She waved to Eric’s father who waved back before pulling out of the driveway, “You should have had your dad come in.” She threw her arms around him and embraced him tightly.
“He doesn’t know about Erika at all, I’d be afraid of him finding out.” Eric tried to excuse his rudeness.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” Tricia kissed him firmly on the lips.
“Where are your parents?” he inquired.
“In their room watching a movie. We’ll be just down the hall, watching our own.” Tricia took his hand and led him upstairs to the large room where they had spent the slumber party.
“I brought the stuff back.” Eric placed his backpack on a chair and began unzipping it. “The dress worked great. Dr. Barts seemed to like it too.”
“I knew it would look good on you,” Tricia said, smiling. “Maybe you can wear it to school Monday?”
“It’s a bit dressy isn’t it?”
“Sometimes it’s good to dress up for school,” Tricia accepted the dress and sweater from Eric and hung it up, while Eric put away the makeup, forms and other items.
“Hey, Erika.” Leeza greeted coming out of her room. She looked him up and down. “Slumming, huh?” She smiled and left the room.
“See you tomorrow sis,” Tricia called after her.
“Slumming?” Eric queried Tricia.
“It’s her term for not dressing as a girl.” Tricia took his hand and led him to the couch.
She pushed him down and fell on top of him, pressing her lips to his as one hand stroked his hair and the other traced the firm muscles on his chest from his morning work outs at Camp Kumoni.
Her tongue worked its way into his mouth as he fought to understand what exactly was expected of him. Hesitantly he placed one hand on her waist, the other stroked hair away from her silky, soft cheek.
Her scent mingled with the feel of her body as it pressed down against his; her firm breasts pressed against his chest and the taste of her mouth against his, awakened a new hunger in him. The hand on her waist slid to her round buttocks and pulled her into him.
“What about your parents?” Eric asked breathlessly between the kisses he desired more than anything else at the moment.
“What about them?”
“Shouldn’t we be watching a movie?”
Tricia sucked on his lower lip then pulled away with a pout, “Yeah, I guess so.” Tricia eased off of him and set up a movie to play on the large plasma screen. She then turned and hurled herself back into Eric’s arms, her lips again, devouring his.
Eric didn’t recall seeing any of the movie. His lips were sore, his tongue ached, and his next Facebook entry was going to declare that he was ‘happy’.
Tricia gave his hand a squeeze as her mother’s car slowed to a stop in front of his house. “Call me,” she pleaded.
He gave her hand a squeeze back and opened the door. “Thanks for the ride.” He waved to Tricia’s mother who smiled and waved back. He was glad of the dark, for he was sure that he was bright red.
Tricia’s parents were the strangest, yet coolest parents that he had ever even heard of. Knowing that their daughter was in the den with her boyfriend/girlfriend, they flicked the light switch off and on twice before walking down the hall to enter the room, giving them five seconds to compose themselves. Tricia said that making out was okay with them, as long as clothes stayed on and blankets were not used to cover them up. The five second warning was just that, a warning. If they could not compose themselves in five seconds, then they were going too far with their ‘fun’.
Tricia’s parents only checked on them twice over the course of the evening. Eric thought that he was going to die of a heart attack during the first ‘interruption’ but was reassured by Tricia.
“How was your evening?” His dad asked as Eric walked to the refrigerator to get a cold drink.
“Good.” Eric had to work to keep himself from sighing.
“She a good kisser?” his father asked opening the fridge behind his son.
“Uh… what do you mean?” Eric stumbled verbally. “We were watching movies.”
“That’s what they called it back when I was dating too.” Mr. Martin winked. “Your lips are red and still a bit swollen, which means that either you were doing a lot of kissing or you started playing the trumpet.”
Eric turned several shades of red.
“Eric has a girlfriend,” Mr. Martin laughed aloud. “So when do I get to meet this kissing expert?”
“Dad,” Eric complained.
“I was young once too,” his dad chuckled. “Sure, we wore furs and loin cloths back then, but I remember what it was like.” Eric’s dad opened the freezer and rummaged around. “Here, if they hurt too much or the swelling is bothering you too much, just rub this around them.” He handed Eric an ice cube, before taking his beer with him upstairs.
Eric stood half leaning against a counter in the kitchen, stunned at the conversation that he had just had with his dad.
---o0o---
Eric climbed the stairs to his room, his mind in a whirl over what had happened over the course of the day. He slipped out of his clothes and pulled his nightgown on before slipping between the sheets.
Self-defense classes - how was she going to work that into her busy schedule? How was Erika going to managed karate on top of Rally practice, and not get caught by her parents? Add to that, her relationship with Tricia. The wonderful petite, pink blonde was incredible. She was fearless, and insatiable.
Monday, she’ll just have to speak with Taylor and Melinda and let them know that she wouldn’t be able to make practice one day a week. She just hoped that she wouldn’t get kicked off the squad. She had used what little resources she knew to get on the squad, she really hoped that she wouldn’t be burning any bridges.
Her mind mulled over Melinda and Taylor for a few minutes then switched over to Victoria. The thought of Victoria almost made her jolt upright in bed. Was her friend able to re-create the transcripts? Would she be able to pass them off and keep her place in the school, or would the school find a way to contact her parents?
She took a few deep breaths and tried to settle her heart. She thought of Tricia again, and the way that her lips felt, how soft her skin was and how incredible she smelled as she drifted off into sleep.
--o0o--
Erika admired herself in her red and white rally uniform. She turned one way, then the other, the pleats of her skirt swishing about her thighs. Her hair plaited back in braids and tied with red and white ribbons.
“Come on.” Taylor called. We have a show to put on.”
Erika stood before what looked like a giant red and white undulating ameba. Only a face here and there could be seen as it moved in mass and size.
The music to a song started and the girls around her began stepping and dancing to the music. Erika was confused, was this the music that they had been working with all week? It didn’t sound right. The song was recognizable, but she didn’t know from where.
She tried to anticipate the next step to join in with her squad, but her body just wouldn’t move, it was like she was frozen. Her head still turned, her eyes still saw, but nothing else would move. Her heart began to pound against her chest, each beat sounding like a huge drum in her ears.
“What are you doing?” Taylor demanded with a glare.
Erika opened her mouth to speak but instead, coughed out a large piece of phlegm. The chunk of mucus hit one of the other squad members on the back of the hand.
“Sick! What did you do that for?” she protested shaking the sticky stuff off of her hand. She turned to glare at Erika.
Erika wanted to scream; the squad member’s face was covered in puss oozing boils. Erika turned to try and alert another squad member of what she had just seen, but that girl too was covered in the same nasty skin eruptions. Franticly, Erika looked around her, all of the squad looked the same, all had red festering boils that dripped puss.
“Plague!” a voice called out, “Plague!”
Erika’s point of view suddenly changed, she was sitting in the stands, looking down at herself and the rally squad.
Other students began screaming and picking up the chant, “Plague! Plague! Plague!” they screamed.
The rally squad were doubled over, some vomiting green and brown. Boils on their skin were suddenly bursting, puss shot like silly string from a can, hitting anyone within range. Those hit by the nastiness suddenly became as ill.
“Plague! Plague!” the crowd continued to shout. They were now all pointing at Erika, frozen in place, surrounded by rally girls, who were now collapsing unconscious in their own vomit.
Erika watched on in terror as she watched her rally self suddenly grow a beard. Hair on her legs poked out from her nylons. Breast forms dropped out from under her sweater leaving the ‘W’ emblazoned on it, flat and distorted.
“Plague! Plague! Plague!” the chant continued around her.
Erika watched on in horror as Taylor and the remaining conscious squad crawled over to her and began tearing off her uniform.
The rally Erika just stood their frozen in place, panic sweeping through her body as tears obscured her vision.
Eric sat up in bed and stuffed a pillow in his mouth as he began screaming. Sweat ran down his face as he gasped for breath and screamed again, muffling it in his pillow. He sat in the darkness of his room his mind racing through the dream he had just had. Trying to banish it from his mind, but every time he tried to push it away the more cemented it seemed to become.
He slipped out of his bed and went into his bathroom. He hiked up his night gown and sat on the toilet to urinate. He turned on the faucet and wet a wash rag and wiped the sweat from his face before taking a drink of water.
Eric trudged back to bed and slipped back beneath his covers. Sleep eluded him for a long time as he fought the panic he felt. Each time he closed his eyes, the sight of festering boils on people’s faces flashed before his eyes.
Finally, he took a deep breath and slipped back into a fitful sleep.
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B “Did I smear my gloss?” Erika asked after they parted. “Not enough.” Tricia winked. |
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Eric slapped off his alarm and stretched before swinging his legs out from under his covers. He rubbed his arms down his stomach and waist, relishing the soft feel of his nightgown.
He quickly made his way into the bathroom, slipping off his night wear and climbing into the shower. Bursts of flashbacks of his nightmare haunted his shower. He made sure to shave his legs and touched up the scant peach fuzz on his face, before drying off and pulling on some clothes.
“Good morning,” Mrs. Martin greeted over her mug of coffee. “Sleep well?”
Eric paused for a second. “I had a bad dream.”
“Want to talk about it?” she asked.
“I don’t remember much of it.” he lied,
“Okay, well, I hope it won’t affect your day at school.”
“I’ll be home a little late tonight, there’s a new club starting up at school,” he mumbled.
“Oh?”
“It’s a political cartoon club,” Eric avoided eye contact. “A few kids who like to draw are getting together to learn how to draw political cartoons.”
“Oh.” Mrs. Martin sighed.
Eric grabbed a banana and a muffin, when a knock came at the door. “That’s Samantha, see you tonight.”
Samantha greeted him with a smile. “How did your Saturday go?” she asked.
“It was okay, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Dad decided to spend the morning doing ‘guy’ stuff.”
“What did you do?”
“Went to the batting cages.”
“That sounds like fun. I wish my dad would take me to the batting cages.”
“Really?” Eric asked.
“My dad doesn’t spend a lot of time at home anymore. I think there are too many reminders of Summer around.”
“I’m sorry.” Eric took her hand and squeezed it.
“It’s all right. At least I now know what really happened,” she said squeezing back.
Eric knocked once on Tricia’s door and entered without waiting for anyone to answer.
“Hey,” Tricia greeted them from the kitchen.
“How was your weekend?” Samantha asked Tricia as Eric went upstairs.
Half an hour later, Eric came down wearing white jeans, a bright blue top and white Keds.
“You look cute. Did you put that one together?” Samantha asked.
“Yes, is it okay?”
“It looks comfortable.” Tricia rounded the table and came up to Erika. Erika leaned in and kissed her.
“Did I smear my gloss?” Erika asked after they parted.
“Not enough.” Tricia winked.
The three girls of Columbine cabin gathered their packs and headed out to school.
Victoria was sitting on a bench out front waiting for them. “There you are,” she sighed.
“What’s up?” Samantha asked.
Victoria smiled. “I’ve got some paperwork for Erika.”
“You’re done with it?” Erika was astonished.
“I am the newspaper editor,” Victoria stated, “I have computer programs that can do just about anything,” She handed Erika an envelope.
“These will pass as the real things?” Erika asked.
“They had better. They should as long as no one tries calling some of the phone numbers on there.”
“Should I mail them in or walk them in?” Erika questioned.
“Walk them in and say that the school sent them to your house by mistake,” Victoria instructed, “As long as they are sealed, they should take them.”
“So what High school did I go too?” Erika asked.
“Medfield,” Victoria smiled. “I almost made it Riverdale but figured the Archie reference was too conspicuous. So it’s Medfield which I got from some of the old Disney films.”
Tricia snorted. “That is too perfect.”
Victoria and Samantha left Erika and Tricia at the office door. Erika handed the envelope to the receptionist who thanked her with a smile.
“Taco eaters,” someone down the hall called out.
Erika looked around, wondering what was so funny about someone eating tacos.
A few girls made icky faces as they passed.
“What’s going on?” Erika muttered to Tricia?
“I wonder if they like sour cream on their tacos,” another male voice rang out.
“Taco eaters refers to lesbians.” Tricia smiled. “They’re talking trash about us.”
Erika’s face drained of color. “No, not this. Can’t I ever get away from this crap?”
“Calm down, Erika,” Tricia instructed.
Erika was beginning to hyperventilate.
“Here, come in here.” Tricia dragged Erika into the girl’s bathroom. “Get a grip.”
“They’re teasing us, Tricia.” Erika’s face was red. “They won’t ever stop; they’ll hound us and hound us.”
“Don’t make me slap you,” Tricia admonished.
The bell rang for class. The bathroom was already clear, but Tricia could hear the halls clearing as well. “First of all, you never let their teasing bother you,” she instructed. “If they see that it doesn’t bother you, they’ll stop. Second, their calling you a lesbian, validates that they don’t see you as anyone other than as Erika Summers.” She smiled, and made Erika look her in the eyes, “They don’t think of you as the plague, but as a lesbian cheerleader.”
“Rally girl,” Erika corrected. “Samantha and Krystal are cheerleaders.”
“Whatever. The point is, they don’t see you as a ‘you know who’.”
Erika smiled at that.
“So, when they call you taco eater, fish face, carpet-muncher or pussy-pouncer, just smile and tell them to stick their burritos someplace else. They are just jealous that pretty girls like us are off the market, untouchable.”
Erika nodded.
Tricia leaned into her and pressed her lips to Erika’s, her tongue penetrating through her lips. She pulled away and smiled, “Now, let’s get to class before we get detention.”
“So… “Jake greeted Tricia and Erika second period in home room, “Did you see me play ball, or were you two too busy sucking face?”
“Was that what they called what you were doing?” Tricia smiled sweetly, “Playing ball? It looked more like you rolling around in the mud with boys. If I wanted to watch mud wrestling, I would have taken Erika to a girl’s match at one of the bars.”
Erika watched as Jake’s imagination churned the image over in his mind, missing the slight she had just given him.
“Alright class, let’s get some learning done.” Mrs. Anderson demanded.
Tricia leaned close to Erika. “See? That’s how you defuse them.”
Erika nodded understanding.
“So did you tell your parents that you are on the cheer squad?” Erika asked Krystal as they made their way from their last class to the commons area.
“Yes,” Krystal smiled.
“And?” Erika poked.
“They didn’t believe it at first, but once they got over their shock, they were thrilled. I think my mom is buying the entire family game tickets for the next home game so that they can see me.”
“That’s awesome.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Krystal stated.
“It’s loving and they are proud of you.”
“What about you?” Krystal asked. “Did you tell your parents?”
“Hell no! They don’t even know about this” Erika gestured at the clothes she was wearing.
“Are you going to tell them?”
“Not unless I have too,” Erika swallowed hard at the thought of her father finding out. “I know I need to tell them. Dr. Farts wants me to tell them. Of course, she just found out Saturday.”
“Dr. Farts?”
“My shrink.”
“Her name is Dr. Farts?”
“No; it’s Dr. Barts, I call her Dr. Farts.”
Krystal looked embarrassed and amused at the same time.
“Hey, Krystal,” a voice called down the hall to her.
Krystal and Erika looked behind them to see Jorge threading his way through the throng of students.
“Hey Jorge,” Krystal greeted.
“I spoke to Melinda this morning,” he smiled as he nodded a greeting to Erika, “She wants us to show you the basics of lifts and catches before we work out, okay?”
“Sure, I guess,” Krystal shrugged.
“Eat a lot of protein; you’re going to need it over the next few weeks.”
“Okay,” Krystal shrugged, “I’ve been doing that anyway.”
“Great! See you after school.” He smiled then turned down a different hall.
“That was weird,” Krystal bit her lip.
“I think he likes you.” Erika bumped into her friend.
“Yeah, right. A cute guy cheer leader is going to be interested in a fat girl.”
“You’re not fat.” Erika protested.
Krystal looked at Erika with a look of rebuff.
“Sure, you’re a little overweight, but look how much you lost over the summer and you’re still on your diet,” Erika pointed out, “You’re going to lose even more now that you’re on cheer.”
“We’ll see.” Krystal was doubtful.
The two girls walked over to the table inhabited by Samantha, Tricia, and Victoria.
“Please tell me that you were able to process the paperwork,” Erika pleaded.
Victoria nodded. “I input what I could into the computer and the paperwork is in the pile to be filed.”
Erika felt like a weight had been lifted off from her shoulders. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. This would buy her time to establish herself at the school and help give her time to work things out with her mom and Dr. Barts and eventually her father.
“Hey there, Erika, Tricia,” Julian walked up to the table and greeted them. He looked around and smiled, “Samantha, you were looking good at the game.”
“Thanks, Julian.”
“Victoria, when is the first issue of the paper coming out?”
“Next Friday.” Victoria smiled.
Julian turned to Krystal, “Hi, I’m Julian.”
“Hi, I’m Krystal,” she greeted.
Julian nodded. “It’s a pleasure meeting you Krystal.”
“You’ll be seeing Krystal on the cheer squad at the next game,” Samantha informed him proudly.
“That is awesome!” Julian smiled. “I can’t wait until the next game to watch you.”
Krystal blushed.
Julian turned to Erika, “I was wondering if you and your friends,” he nodded to the others, “would like to come to a party some of my friends are throwing this Friday.”
Erika looked from Julian to the others in askance. Samantha nodded with a smile.
“That would, ah, be great.” Erika smiled.
“Cool, can’t wait to see you ladies there.” Julian smiled to all of them before heading over to join Stan.
Erika’s gaze followed him for about twenty paces then looked back at Samantha, who was smiling from ear to ear.
“Somebody likes you,” the blonde teased.
“I doubt that,” Erika shook her head. “He sat behind us at the game. He saw Tricia and I kissing.”
“That only makes guys want you even more.” Samantha winked. “They view you as a challenge now. Guys like going after things they can’t have. You and Tricia are seen as lovers now, so many guys will try to ‘convert’ you.”
“That’s just gross.”
“I’m afraid it is true,” Victoria agreed with Samantha.
Erika exited the bathroom wearing gray sweats and school T-shirt. Other girls on the rally squad were already mingling in groups while stretching on the mats laid out on the gym floor.
“Hey there, Erika,” Taylor greeted. “Come stretch before we start in on practice.”
Erika’s heart beat a bit faster. She was nowhere near as flexible as the girls doing the splits in front of her. She pasted a fake smile on her face and started to attempt to do the warm-ups near the rally squad leader.
“Okay, let’s get to work.” Taylor went up before the group. “Let’s teach the new girls our dances and cheers.
In no time, Erika was sweating. Everything outside the area of the mat was a foggy blur as she focused all her attention in learning the cheers and dances.
“Take a deep breath, Erika,” Taylor said from beside her. “This is your first practice, no one here expects you to learn it all in one day.”
“But I suck,” Erika protested.
“You don’t suck, you are just rough. We’ll polish you into a dancer yet,” She smiled. Their leader swung around to address everyone. “Okay, let’s take a break.”
The girls went over to the side of the gym where there was an ice chest filled with bottled water.
Taylor picked one up and tossed it over to Erika, who dropped it and had to chase after it. She smiled with chagrin then opened it and relished in its coolness.
“I’ll need you to stay for a few minutes after practice,” Taylor said sitting next to her. “We have a loaner uniform to lend to you until yours gets here.”
“Oh.” Erika was astonished that she would be getting a uniform so quickly. She still hadn’t proved herself as a dancer yet. She looked at Taylor, her smile fading to a serious expression. “Taylor, I have something that came up that might cause a problem.”
“What is it?” the dark girl asked.
“My parents are insisting that I take self-defense classes.”
“That’s always good. How does it affect us?”
“I need to schedule it for one afternoon during the week. Is there an afternoon that isn’t as busy as the others that I can miss for the class?”
“Hmmm, that is a problem.” Taylor paused, “Why didn’t you say something during try-outs?”
“I just found out this weekend,” Erika apologized.
“Tuesdays will be the best, but we really need you here every day for the next few weeks to learn our routines.”
“I think I can arrange that,” Erika nodded. “It’ll be a week or two before my mom can find a class for me.”
“That’s all I can give you, Erika. As I told you in tryouts, we have to be dedicated to our squad and our school.”
“I understand. I’m sorry Taylor. My parents are insisting on this class.”
“I know how parents can be.” she took a long drink of her water. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”
Erika redoubled her efforts at learning the cheers and dance moves. By the time Taylor called an end to the practice, Erika was mentally as drained as her body was.
“Good job girls,” Taylor told them, “We covered a lot of ground today and the new girls have learned a lot in a short amount of time. I’m calling practice a bit early today so that I can give the new girls some uniforms.”
Taylor led Erika and the few other new girls to the locker room. It was the first time Erika had been in the girl’s locker room. It had a slightly different smell than the sweaty towels and humid air of the guy’s locker room. A slight sweetness of perfume tinged the air.
“Here you are girls.” Taylor pointed to a few red duffle bags sitting on benches, “These are only temporary uniforms until yours come in. You are to wear them on Fridays to show school spirit. Being rally squad, we do not join the cheer squad at away games. Hopefully your uniforms will arrive by then.”
Erika found the duffle that had her name on a tag attached to the handle. She opened the bag and found the red and white uniform.
“Thank you,” Erika told Taylor. She picked up the bag and exited the gym joining Samantha and Krystal.
“How did it go?” Samantha asked.
“I’m exhausted,” Erika sighed.
“I know what you mean.” Krystal dragged her feet, “I hurt all over.”
“We could always go soak in my hot tub,” Samantha suggested.
“God, that sounds great.” Krystal nodded.
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“Samantha?” she called exiting the bathroom.
“Yeah?”
“Could you help explain this stuff to me?” she asked, tossing the duffle with her uniform on the bed. “Tell me what is what and how it is supposed to go on?”
“Sure.” Samantha dug into the duffle and started pulling out the uniform bits and laying them on the bed. “The top is called the shell. When it is cold out at a game, you put this turtleneck on under the shell to keep your arms and neck warm. This of course is your skirt, and these are called spankies.” She held up red underwear looking things. “They go on under your skirt. You’ll have to get some nylons and white tennis shoes. This should get you started. When your kit comes, you’ll also have warm-up pants and a jacket.”
“Go on,” Krystal urged. “Try it on and let’s see how it looks.”
Samantha nodded in agreement.
Erika took the offered garments into the bathroom and slipped into them. She studied herself in the mirror turning one way and then another. She enjoyed the swish of the skirt as she twisted, treasuring how it flowed around her thighs. She tugged a little at the bottom seam, hoping to cover a little more of her bared leg. She opened the door and showed off for friends.
“Now, on Friday’s we put your hair in pigtails or in braids with red and white ribbon, go a touch heavier on your eye makeup and you will have every boy in school drooling,” Samantha chuckled. “I’ll take you shopping for shoes and accessories Wednesday after practice.”
“I’ll try and get some money from my dad,” Erika nodded. She looked over at Krystal, “When are you getting your uniform?”
Krystal looked at Samantha.
“She’ll have warm-ups for this Friday’s away game. She should have her uniform by next Tuesday or Wednesday.”
“Are you hungry?” Mrs. Martin asked as Eric entered the house.
“Famished,” Eric practically groaned.
“There is a plate on the stove, you can nuke it. How was school?”
“Fine,” he replied and dropped his backpack near the kitchen table. He put the plate in the microwave and began warming the food.
“You have a Doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning,” his mother told him, “After the appointment, I’ll drop you off at school.”
Eric’s heart jumped. “Dr. Barts wants to see me tomorrow morning?” He wondered if the doctor had changed her mind on spilling the beans on the charade that he and his friends were playing.
“No, a medical doctor,” His mother clarified, “Dr. Barts suggested that you see a medical doctor and get some blood work done.”
“Why?” Eric asked.
“She’s concerned that you haven’t seemed to have gone through puberty. She just wants to make sure that your hormone levels are okay.”
“I’m fine,” Eric protested.
“Eric, you’re fifteen and you are tiny for your age, you haven’t got much more than peach fuzz on your face and your voice hasn’t changed. There might be something going on.”
“But I feel fine.”
“And you may be, but we need to check it out to make sure,” Mrs. Martin stated.
The microwave ‘dinged’. Eric took the plate to the table and devoured his dinner. “What time is my appointment?”
“Nine-thirty.”
“What time will I be able to go to school?”
“Eleven, maybe. Why?”
“Just want to know what classes I’ll miss.” How was he going to change into Erika? All her clothes were at Tricia’s.
“You are doing better this year at school, aren’t you? You’ve never been eager to go to school before.”
“It helps having friends,” Eric admitted.
He finished eating and took care of his dishes before heading up stairs to his room, pulling out his phone and calling Tricia.
“Hey, how was practice?” she asked.
“I’m tired.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
“Tricia, we have a slight problem.”
“What?”
“My mom is dropping me off at school tomorrow after a doctor’s appointment.”
“Crap. What should we do?”
“Can you bring me some clothes tomorrow?”
“Sure, but how will I get them to you?”
“Leave them in my locker.”
“I’ll need your combo.”
That was easy enough, Eric quickly gave her the locker combination.
“Something simple; jeans and a nice top, I guess,” Eric suggested.
“Not a problem.”
“Thanks Tricia.”
“You’re welcome. I missed you this afternoon.”
“I missed you too. I was so tired and sore after practice that I went to Samantha’s to soak in the hot tub.”
“What did you end up wearing home?”
“My practice sweats. I’ll have my forms and gaffe in my back pack tomorrow, but will need you to bring me some basic makeup and something to tie my hair back with.”
“Okay.”
“Thanks, Tricia.”
The two made small talk as Eric got ready for bed. He was so tired from all of the dancing, and he had muscles that he didn’t even know he had.
Eric sat in the plastic chair; his arm propped uncomfortably on the small table as the nurse wrapped the rubber tourniquet around his bicep.
“Just a small poke,” she cautioned.
Eric tried not to flinch as she inserted the needle into his arm then pushed tubes into the back end to catch the blood.
“How much do they need?” he asked.
“Not much. You’ll be fine.”
The prick in his arm began to itch as soon as she pulled the needle out.
“I think I’m beginning to understand why people don’t like hospitals or doctors,” Eric muttered to himself.
The exam that the doctor performed was embarrassing. Not only did the doctor poke him in the belly and throat, but also did a hernia exam and then to add to the embarrassment, did a rectal exam.
Eric’s mother was asked to leave the room for the more intimate exam, but that didn’t make it any more comfortable. Neither did the doctor ‘umming’ and ‘aahing’.
Eric held the cotton ball to his skin as the nurse placed a band aid over it then joined his mother in the waiting room.
“Done?” she smiled.
“I sure hope so,” he muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
The two walked quietly out to the car.
“Would you like some lunch before going to school?” his mom asked.
“Nah, I’m fine,” he sighed.
“Shall I pick you up after school tonight?” his mother asked.
“Nah. I was going to study with Tricia and Krystal tonight.”
“What time are you planning on being home?” She asked.
“Sooner than last night,” Eric promised.
His mother pulled up to the front of the building and turned the car off.
“What are you doing?” Eric asked.
“I’ve got to sign you in,” She stated.
“It’s alright,” Eric’s heart fluttered. “All I need is to show the office this doctor’s note,” he held the note up.
“Is that a new policy?” his mother asked.
“Yes. They say it helps to minimize non-essential people in the school.” Eric tried not to blink as he told his mom.
“Oh, Okay, honey,” She sighed. “have a good day. Will you be home in time for dinner, or do I need to save you a plate?”
“I should be home in time.” He opened the car door.
“Have a good day.” His mother turned the car back on and pulled out of the drive.
Eric breathed a deep sigh of relief as he waited for a few moments before turning towards the school.
He entered the building and quickly made his way past the office. He needed to get to his locker and change into Erika before signing in. Eric turned down the hall where his locker was located and saw Greg and Tyler talking as they came down the hall towards him.
“Shit!” Eric’s brain screamed. He turned around and ducked back around the corner.
“. . . the plague?” he heard Tyler ask Greg.
Eric looked around. He needed to either out run the two or hide until he could get to his locker and change. His heart beat a bit faster as he heard two sets of feet pick up their pace.
He quickly looked around and saw that the small A.V. storage room’s door was slightly ajar. Eric sprinted to the door and slipped inside. He quickly closed the door behind him and peaked out of the corner of the small window in the door.
“Who are you hiding from?” a voice asked from behind him.
Eric whirled around to find Pete looking up from a worktable. “Greg and Tyler,” he said, and immediately regretted it. Erika wouldn’t be hiding from the jocks; only one who had suffered from them before would hide from them.
“Quick, get into that closet,” Pete pointed.
Eric didn’t even think, he threw himself into the closet and closed the door just seconds before the door to the room opened.
“Did the plague come in here?” Tyler asked.
“I haven’t seen the plague since last year. I thought he moved or something.” Pete looked from Tyler back down to a computer he was working on.
“He’s still in town. Greg and I thought we just saw him in the hall.”
“He’s not in this room.” Pete stated without looking up.
“If you see him, let us know.” With that, Tyler closed the door and muttered something to Greg.
“Stay there.” Pete muttered.
Eric waited twenty more seconds before opening the closet door. “Thanks.”
“Those two are assholes.” Pete looked up from the open computer case. “You know you look like shit when you’re not dressed like a girl.”
“Huh?” Eric felt blood drain from his face, “What are you talking about?”
“Look Eric, or do you prefer Erika now? You and Samantha may have fooled everyone in this school, but I know who you are. I figured it out your first day.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to go tell anyone, especially not those two goons.” Pete glanced towards the door.
“Why not?” Eric asked.
“I don’t like most of the people at this school either.” Pete shrugged. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.
“Uh… Thanks?” Eric went towards the door.
“Give it another few seconds, to make sure they’re out of the hall.” He went back to working on the hard drive. “Besides, you look hot as Erika.”
Eric turned to look at Pete, who was again intent on his work. He slowly opened the door and peered out into an empty hall.
“Thanks again, Pete,” he called over his shoulder as he slipped out of the room and down the hall to his locker. He sighed with relief as he pulled a duffle out of it and raced down to the girl’s bathroom.
By the time the bell rang signaling the break between classes, Erika was wearing a pair of white Capri pants and a white tank-top under an open-weave pink sweater with a plunging neck line. She stood in front of a mirror applying her makeup when girls began filtering into the bathroom to pee before going to their next class.
“Hi Erika, I didn’t see you in second period,” a girl greeted.
“Yeah, I just got here from a doctor’s appointment,” she replied. She finished putting lip gloss on her lips.
“You going to Julian’s party?”
“Yes, are you?”
“Of course,” the girl smiled. “It’s supposed to be one of the biggest of the season.”
Erika made sure that Eric’s clothes were stuffed safely in the duffle put it in her locker in exchange for her books for her next class.
“There you are.” Krystal greeted, “Where have you been?”
“I had a doctor’s appointment,”
“Everything okay?”
“I think so. I had to have blood drawn.”
“I took notes for you.” Krystal smiled. “I just hope you can read them.”
“Thank you,” Erika smiled. Eric had never had anyone think of him if he skipped a class or was sick. Even Summer didn’t take notes for him. Of course, then again, she was never in any of his classes, except art class.
“I've got to go sign in. I'll see you in a few moments.” Erika promised. She walked down the crowded hall. Students seemed to part for her as she went. Erika was becoming nervous. Feelings of 'the plague' were creeping in on her consciousness. There was a difference in their presence, a difference with their bearing. Erika forced her lips into a smile and began to receive smiles in return. Not evil smiles, not snide smiles that hid alternate intentions. She lifted her chin a bit more as she made her way for the office to sign in.
“Where is your parent?” the receptionist asked.
“She had to get to work, why?” Erika asked innocently.
“In the future, your parent needs to sign you in if you are coming in from a doctor’s appointment,” the receptionist explained.
“Oh, I didn’t know,” Erika lied. “At my last school all I needed was a doctor’s note.”
“Sign here,” the receptionist pointed.
Erika signed herself in and thanked the receptionist and waved as she left the office.
“You alright?” Samantha asked at lunch.
“Yes, just had to give some blood.”
“What do you want?” Tricia asked as Jake approached the table with Tyler.
“Greg and I saw 'the plague' at school earlier.” Tyler announced. “Can you believe that disease coming back to this school?”
“He has a right to an education too,” Tricia stated.
“You haven't met him, you wouldn't know.” Jake made sure to keep his distance from the blonde.
“Where did you see him?” Victoria asked, trying not to make eye contact with Erika.
“In the science hall,” Tyler told them. “He took off when he saw Greg and me.”
“Why would he take off?” Tricia pressed.
“Well… we have a, ah… history,” Tyler tried not to laugh.
“One of these days, your 'history' will come back and haunt you,” Tricia promised.
“Yeah, right,” Tyler snickered. “You should have seen what happened to him last year.”
Erika looked down at the food in front of her, avoiding eye contact with the two jocks. Shame and embarrassment washed over her.
“I heard about that despicable act,” Tricia's voice took on an edge.
Jake involuntarily took a slight step back.
“You all should have gone to jail,” she snarled.
“Come, Jake, we aren't welcome amongst these snobs,” Tyler turned.
“Neanderthals,” Krystal muttered.
“Stupid jocks,” Victoria agreed.
“I'm sorry guys,” Erika looked up from her food, her cheeks flushed and moisture filling her eyes.
“You have nothing to be sorry about, Erika,” Samantha stated, “They're the dumb asses.”
Erika smiled weakly and looked away. She saw Pete across the commons, sitting at a table to himself. She turned back to her friends, “I have to tell you girls something.”
“What?” Tricia asked. The others looked at Erika with some concern.
Erika looked around to see if there was anyone within ear shot, then looked at her friends, one by one, “Pete knows.”
“Pete? Who's Pete?” Krystal asked.
“Pete knows what?” Victoria asked at the same time.
“Pete Shaw knows my secret.”
“What?” Samantha was incredulous.
“When I went to get my stuff out of my locker, I saw Greg and Tyler. I turned and fled to escape. I hid in the A.V. Room and Pete was in there. He helped me hide, until those two jerks were gone. Then he told me that he preferred me as Erika,” she explained. “It's almost creepy in a way.”
“Would he be one to tell?” Tricia asked the other girls at the table.
“I don't think so,” Victoria shook her head. “If he wanted to tell, he would have 'outed' Erika to Tyler and Greg to help himself out. I think she's safe for now.” She looked at Erika, “If he threatens to blackmail you, you let us know immediately, okay?”
Erika nodded.
Erika exited Tricia’s bathroom and presented herself to Tricia and Samantha, “Do I have this on right?” She asked.
“Give us a twirl,” Samantha instructed.
“Damn girl! You look fine,” Tricia beamed as she watched Erika's skirt flare.
“You are going to break a lot of guy's concentration in class today,” Samantha admitted. “Have a seat so I can put your hair in pigtails.”
Erika sat down on the bed and suffered Samantha pulling a brush through her dark locks, pulling them tight and securing them with an elastic, then tying a red and white ribbon around each.
She may be breaking a lot of guy’s concentration in class today, but the feeling of the nylons, wrapping her legs in a seductive embrace was going to be breaking her own concentration. She sighed lightly to herself as she thought about pulling the stockings up over her legs.
Samantha backed away after tying the last ribbon. Tricia stepped forward, pushed Erika backwards on the bed, then fell on top of her, their lips embracing. Erika flinched as she felt Tricia's hand slide over her nylon encased leg from her knee up her inner thigh.
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Tricia pulled back from Erika. “We're in a room, my room.”
Samantha rolled her eyes, “Come on, we have to go to school.”
Tricia kissed Erika one more time before getting to her feet and helping Erika up, “So you have to go to the game tonight, but Erika doesn't?” Tricia inquired.
“Yeah, Only cheerleaders go to the away games.”
“Another plus for my being on Rally instead of Cheer,” Erika shook her head to feel the ponytails bounce around. She looked in the vanity mirror, “Are you two sure, I look okay?” she asked.
“Do I have to show you again?” Tricia smiled and raised her eyebrows with interest.
“We don't have time,” Samantha picked up her pack, “Let's go.”
The girls walked into the school, just as the first bell rang.
“Damn! I've gotta get to my locker before going to my first class, I'll see you later.” Erika walked briskly down the hall. Flashbacks of the other day bombarded her brain as she turned down the science hall to her locker. Just what she needed another bad memory to taint her highschool experience. She stuffed her things into her locker leaving out her notebook and purse.
“So are you coming?” Julian asked.
Erika almost jumped out of her skin. Her mind was so worked up about Greg and Tyler that she wasn't paying any attention to what was going on around her.
Julian waited for a response.
“Oh, to the party tonight. Yeah, sure.” She managed a smile.
“Cool, see you.” he winked as he turned away to go to class.
Erika didn't know how to feel. Part of her was excited by the notion of going to a party a real party. A part of her was pleased that people liked her. She never dreamed of walking through the school so openly, so confidently without people glaring, spitting or swearing at her. Another part was grossed out. Julian, as nice as he was, winked at her.
Erika took a deep breath, hugged her notebook to her chest and made her way to class.
Erika joined Tricia and Samantha in Mrs. Anderson's class, “What does it mean when a guy winks at you?” She whispered to Samantha.
“What?” Samantha looked from her book to Erika.
Erika repeated the question.
“Who winked at you?”
“Julian did. This morning before school, next to my locker.”
“How did he wink at you?” Samantha asked.
“What do you mean, How did he wink at me? He winked at me. What does that mean?”
“It depends upon the look he was giving you when he winked at you,” Samantha leaned closer. “Julian Rock winked at you, huh? Wow.”
“He asked me if I was going to the party at his place tonight. I told him 'yes'. Then he winked at me and walked away.”
Tricia leaned closer. “Who winked at you?”
“Julian,” Erika hissed.
“Did he look you up and down before he winked at you or was he making eye contact the whole time?” Samantha questioned.
“I don't know, what difference does it make?” Erika begged.
“A lot,” Tricia agreed.
Erika blew a breath out and rolled her eyes. “And you wonder why guys don't understand girls.”
“Hey, are you going to Julian’s party tonight?” Jake butted in.
“Erika and I are.” Tricia answered.
“I thought you had a game tonight.” Erika looked at Jake with some disdain.
He grinned. “We do. We'll be there after the game.”
“Won't you be tired?”
“Not too tired for Julian's party.”
Erika looked at Samantha. “You going after the game too?”
“Yeah, I won't want to miss one of the biggest parties of the year.” Samantha looked at the clock. “Come on, we need to get to the gym,” she told Erika.
“Break a leg,” Tricia called after them.
Samantha and Erika got out of their seats. Samantha caught Mrs. Anderson's eye and pointed to the clock. The teacher nodded with a smile as the two girls exited the class room to prepare for the pep rally.
“Stop pulling on your skirt,” Samantha muttered.
“It's so short,” Erika muttered back.
“If you were in cheer, it would be even shorter,” Samantha pointed to her short skirt in explanation. “Longer skirts get in the way when we're doing our acrobatics.”
“I'm just not used to it.”
“You have your spankies on?”
“Yes.”
“Then don't worry about it.”
“I feel like everyone is staring at me,” Erika protested.
“Of course they are. You're a new cheerleader and you look hot,” Samantha told her.
Melinda walked up to the two girls. “Are you nervous?”
Erika nodded.
“It's perfectly normal,” Melinda soothed. “I remember my first Pep rally. I was so nervous I threw up.”
Erika looked horrified.
“You'll do just fine,” Melinda smiled. “You wouldn't be on the squad if we didn't think you would be.” Melinda have Erika's arm a comforting squeeze then went on to have words with some of the other girls.
Erika peered out the doors at the assembling student body. At least half of them had seen Eric naked and taped to a flag pole; at least three quarters had seen the picture of him sitting in the mall fountain. Her heart began to flutter, her stomach started to feel a bit queasy.
“Where do I go if I have to throw up?” Erika asked Samantha.
“There is a trashcan around the corner,” She pointed behind them, other than that it is a mad dash to the toilets. You're fine,” she told her.
“How are you doing, Erika?” Taylor inquired.
“She's got the jitters,” Samantha told the dark beauty.
“The jitters are normal,” Taylor agreed, “Remember, if you screw up, or forget the moves, just watch me or Jordon, or dance in place and occasionally throw your hands up and scream 'Warthogs' or something.” Taylor suggested, “The lemmings in the stands won't know the difference.”
Krystal joined them. “It's not like you have to catch girls being tossed into the air.”
“Easy for you to say, you're not the one dancing,” Erika argued.
“I have to do some dancing, but if I miss a catch someone else gets hurt,” Krystal stated.
Erika nodded. Krystal was right, if she missed a step someone else could get hurt, not just have people laughing at her. That knowledge didn't help the butterflies in her stomach though.
“Alright girls, remember how we're going to do this.” Melinda called getting everyone's attention. She turned to Krystal, “Can you go cue the music?”
Krystal nodded and walked out into the noisy gym.
Before she knew it, Erika found herself dancing alongside Jordon, Taylor and the other girls of the Rally squad and Cheer squad. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as it moved in time with the music; the faces of the crowd in front of her, blurring into a mosaic of moving colors.
When the music stopped, she was breathing heavily, but feeling elated at not only having finished the dance without mistakes, but having done it in front of all of these people.
Greg came out and gave a speech of how the Warthogs were going to win the night's game, followed by cheers from the crowd. Melinda and Taylor got the different classes in the student body involved in a cheering contest. She and the others on the squad assisted in trying to get the student body to scream and cheer as well.
Jorge and the other guys from cheer brought out desks and set them up at different locations in the gym. Jordon came out of the back room with a bag of bananas and placed a bunch of bananas on each desk.
“We're going to have a banana eating contest,” Melinda exclaimed. She called a volunteer from each of the classes to come down and sit at one of the desks. “You'll have one minute to eat as many bananas as you can.” She told the volunteers as well as the student body. “And there are two rules; One, you have to be blindfolded, and two, you can't use your hands. A cheerleader will be assigned to help feed the bananas to you. Do you understand?” she asked the contestants.
They each nodded.
“Okay, put your blindfolds on, but don't start until you hear the whistle,” Melinda instructed.
Each of the contestants readied themselves, as a cheerleader held a peeled banana out in front of their face.
“On your marks… get set…” The whistle sounded. The freshman volunteer reached forth and had the cheerleader in front of him push a banana into his mouth. He chomped down on it as fast as he could and opened his mouth for another bite, as his classmates cheered him on.
Meanwhile all of the upper classmen took off their blindfolds got up from their desks and walked off to one side of the gym, while Jorge and the other cheerleaders removed the desks that they were sitting at.
Laughing mingled with the cheers as the freshman student stuffed his face full one banana after another. Cheerleaders formed an open ring around the freshman shouting encouragement as the freshman class as well as the upper classmen began chanting the student's name. “Aiden! Aiden! Aiden!”
Erika stood off to one side of the gym. Her heart hammered in her chest as flashbacks flooded her mind. Part of her brain transformed the chant to “Plague! Plague! Plague!” The earlier excitement of performing in front of the student body turned into revulsion.
Aiden's face was covered in smeared banana, his cheeks were swollen with un-swallowed fruit, and his face red with exertion as he tried to eat his way to a victory.
Melinda blew the whistle calling a stop to the forged contest to the cheers of the assembled student body. She then whipped the blindfold off of the freshman, announcing him the winner, as the stands of students laughed aloud.
The freshman target raised his hands in victory, before seeing that he had no competitors.
His face red from exertion and adreniline darkened to scarlett as he realized that he had been pranked.
Erika's throat ached as she saw him swallow the last of the banana. The music for the closing performance began. Erika, muscles taut, sprinted out of the gym, down the hall and into the girl’s bathroom, where she tried to get a grip on her emotions.
The rest of her classes blurred into a hazy waking dream as her mind replayed the prank in the gym and compared it to the many pranks that had been played on Eric over the last few years.
“Are you okay?” Krystal asked as they exited their class to lunch.
“Hmmm?” Erika's mind registered someone speaking to her.
“Are you sick?”
“I'm not feeling too well,” she admitted.
“Taylor was looking for you after the Pep rally.” Krystal informed her. “She was concerned when you didn't do the last number.”
“I had to go to the bathroom,” Erika muttered.
“Where are you going?” Krystal asked, “The commons is this way?”
“Go ahead. I'm not up to eating lunch.” Erika turned to walk in the other direction.
“Do I need to take you to the nurse?”
“No, I just need some time to be alone,” she muttered.
Krystal watched as Erika slowly walked down the hall towards the practice field.
Erika wandered not knowing where she was going until she reached the place where she and Summer would escape to when they were fed up with people. She sat down on warm bleacher lost in her own flashbacks and nightmares.
“There you are.” Tricia announced, followed by Samantha and Krystal. “What's eating at you?”
“That poor Aiden kid at the Pep rally,” Erika sighed.
“What about him?” Tricia asked.
“What they did to him, embarrassing him like that in front of the whole school.”
“It was funny,” Tricia admitted.
“How could you say that? It was horrible.” Erika's voice took on an edge.
“It was a joke, Erika,” Samantha stated.
“It was humiliation,” Erika almost yelled.
“He's fine, Erika,” Krystal promised. “He's in the commons right now, laughing at the whole thing.”
“Of course he is. Once he gets home though, he'll be having nightmares for weeks.”
Tricia sat next to Erika and wrapped her arms around her. “I'm so sorry, Erika,” she soothed. “Not everyone gets pranked and treated as badly as you did. I can't imagine the pain you have felt after what they have done to you,” She squeezed Erika. “Would it help if you spoke to him and apologized to him?”
“Why would she need to apologize to him?” Samantha questioned. “She didn't do anything to him. It was just a harmless joke.”
“That was how it started with me,” Erika protested, “It always starts out harmless.”
“Maybe you need to take a chill pill and learn how to take a joke,” Samantha demanded. “Sometimes an innocent joke is just an innocent joke.” She turned on her heel, her skirt flared as she spun, and stormed back the way she had come.
“Come on, Erika.” Tricia took Erika's arm and guided her to her feet. “Let’s go talk to this Aiden and find out what he feels. You can apologize if you wish.”
Tricia and Krystal walked with Erika down the halls of the school and into the busy commons area. Tricia pointed out the freshman who was surrounded by others laughing and eating their food.
“See? He doesn't look traumatized,” Tricia pointed out.
Erika nodded and pulled away from Tricia and approached the freshman.
Aiden looked up at the pretty cheerleader and smiled.
“Could I speak with you for a moment?” Erika asked.
Aiden looked at the others in the group, then back at Erika. “Sure, I guess.”
Aiden followed Erika over to a quiet side of the Commons.
Erika's heart flipped, flopped and fluttered, “I just wanted to say that I'm sorry if we caused you any embarrassment this morning,” she apologized.
“Are you kidding? It was hilarious,” Aiden smiled. “You really got me good.”
“So you're okay with the whole prank thing that happened in front of everyone?”
“Sure,” he stated. “It was all in good fun, and no one was hurt. Why wouldn't I be okay?”
“Because, I've known others who have been… hurt by such things,” Erika swallowed.
“It's not like they duct taped me to naked to the flag pole,” Aiden laughed. “Really, I'm fine. No harm, no foul.”
Erika blinked and almost flinched, almost as if she had been struck. Erika couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not only was this kid, not traumatized by the incident, but he seemed to have enjoyed the jest.
“Well, I just wanted you to know that I wasn't part of that whole thing this morning, and I kind of felt bad that you were targeted,” Erika explained. “If you change your mind, you can come talk to me, okay?” She went to touch his arm, but drew her hand back at the last moment.
“Okay.” Aiden nodded with a grin.
“That's all I wanted, sorry to interrupt your lunch.”
“That's okay.” Aiden smiled and walked back to his friends.
Erika found Tricia at her side, “How did it go?” she asked.
“He seemed to have enjoyed it.” Erika was dumbfounded.
“I told you he was alright,” Tricia insisted.
“It's just weird to me.”
“There you are.” Taylor came up behind Erika, “Are you feeling alright? Why didn't you finish the Pep rally?”
Erika looked at Taylor not knowing exactly what to say.
“She isn't feeling too well.” Tricia spoke for her.
Erika shook her head, “I'm sorry, Taylor, I felt like I was going to throw up. I think it might have been something I ate.”
Taylor looked at her skeptically, “I hope you feel better. Next time let me know what's going on. We are a team out there. When one of us is sick, we all are sick.”
A memory of her latest plague nightmare flashed through her mind, “Sorry Taylor.”
“Go see the nurse, you aren't looking too well.”
“I will. Thanks.” Erika muttered.
(Life after Camp Kumoni) By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B "You smoke pot?” Erika was in a state of disbelief. "Relax, I don't smoke it all the time. Just occasionally.” Erika took a drink of her fuzzy navel, then looked around in alarm, the music which was almost shaking the house was now gone. |
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"You got permission, right?” Tricia asked.
Erika nodded. “It wasn't easy, but yes, I got permission.”
"Awesome!” Tricia squealed, almost bouncing with glee.
"So what do I wear to one of these things?” Erika asked.
"Something sexy, but without trying to look sexy,” Tricia told her.
"So I can change out of this?” Erika asked referring to her rally uniform.
"I'd like to enjoy it for a little longer,” Tricia pleaded, batting her eyelashes.
Erika rolled her eyes mockingly only to have Tricia pounce from across the room, knocking her back on the bed, their lips meeting passionately.
Erika's tongue slid between Tricia's lips and she tasted the blonde's sweetness, whilst her genitals strained at the restraints between her legs. She found one of her hands resting on Tricia's hip, the other cupping her breast.
Tricia moaned softly as Erika's fingers gently caressed the soft mound through the bra. One of Tricia's hands slid down to hem of her top and began pulling it up.
Erika took the cue and pulled it up over her head, unlocking their lips only long enough to free the top and toss it across the room.
Erika's hands stroked the small of the blonde's back then moved up to tug gently on the long blonde hair. Tricia moaned with pleasure, her skin quivering with anticipation. Erika moved her hand down to Tricia's bra and with unexpected ease, unfastened the hooks there.
Tricia slid one arm out of its strap and then the other before reaching between them and pulling the bra free, sending it to the floor somewhere near the forgotten top.
Erika groaned as she felt the uncovered, unrestrained breasts brush against her. The tightness in her groin was quickly becoming painful as her male genitalia strained against its confines. She longed to feel Tricia's skin, Tricia's breasts against her chest, but with the forms in place under the layers she was wearing, she could only feel the pressure of them.
Erika's other hand slid up Tricia's side and cupped the satin soft skin of the blonde's chest. Her fingers touched Tricia's hard nipple causing her to react to the touch.
Tricia pulled back a little from Erika, keeping their lips in constant contact and began pulling the Rally shell up towards Erika's head. Erika pushed Tricia off of her and on to her back. She yanked the shell off, and tugged at the bra freeing it. Both landed across the room while the breast forms dropped to the bed.
Tricia smiled wickedly up at Erika and pulled her down to reinitiate contact.
"FINALLY!” Erika's brain screamed as she felt Tricia's soft skin against her own. “Finally!” The two lay in bed, caressing, and exploring one another; smelling each other's scent, tasting one another's body.
A flicker of lights outside the bedroom caught Erika's attention. She jumped off of Tricia and sprinted into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Her heart raced as she listened at the door. She heard Tricia fumbling in the closet.
"How are you girls doing?” Tricia's mom asked.
"Fine, thanks.” Tricia's voice sounded strange, “We're just trying to find something to wear to the party tonight.”
"Oh.”
Tricia knocked on the bathroom door, “Try this one.”
Erika opened the door a crack and flinched out of the way as a hanger with a top was thrust through the crack.
"Okay,” Erika said, unsure of what else to say.
"If there is to be any drinking tonight, I want you girls to call me to come get you, okay?” Tricia's mom instructed, “You won't get in trouble, I just want you safe, got it?”
"Yes, mom.” Tricia sighed.
"Erika?” Tricia's mom's voice was stern.
"Yes, ma'am.” Erika called from the bathroom, “If there is any drinking, we'll call you.”
"All right, thank you.”
It was quiet for a few moments.
"She's gone.” Tricia called through the door.
Erika opened the door and peered out, “That was close.” Erika noticed Tricia's pink bathrobe was barely fastened around her.
The noise coming from inside the house was loud. Laughing, raised voices and loud music fought each other for dominance.
Tricia looked at Erika and smiled.
"Do I look okay?” Erika asked, “I don't look like a hooker do I?”
Tricia had dressed her in a leopard print pencil skirt, under which she wore black footless tights and black pumps. She wore a black low cut top under a lightweight tan bolo jacket. Her hair was loose, but teased to give it volume.
"Are you kidding, you look amazing.” Tricia promised, “I wish I looked as good as you. It's not fair you know… You not being a real girl but looking better than I do.”
"I doubt that,” Erika pulled Tricia in for a kiss, “You look good enough to eat… again.”
Tricia wiped a bit of lipstick from the outside edges of Erika's lips and grinned, “Let's have some fun.”
Tricia was about to knock on the door when it was flung open and two guys staggered out yelling something incoherent. They stumbled past the two leaving the door open to a cacophony of noise and mayhem.
Tricia grabbed Erika's hand and laughed as she dragged her into the madness.
"Here,” someone mouthed handing each a plastic cup.
Erika looked down at the amber liquid and sniffed at it; Beer. Tricia put the cup to her lips and drank deeply. Erika tasted the beer and grimaced a bit. It was cheap stuff.
"What the hell,” she muttered. She drained the cup and tossed it into a plastic lined box to join a small but growing pile of others, looking around at the crowd of swaying and undulating bodies. “So this is what I have been missing?” Several of the girls were wearing shorter and tighter outfits than the one that Tricia had dressed her in.
Other than a few girls dancing in the middle of the room, most everyone was standing around in small groups, holding a cup in one hand and gesturing with the other as they shouted over the thumping of the bass.
"Hey, you made it,” Julian greeted with a smile. His eyes drifted from Tricia to settle on Erika.
"So who all is here?” Tricia asked.
"Everyone important, now, but the football team and some of the cheerleaders will be arriving after the game.” Julian's eyes never left Erika's face as he spoke. “There's a keg tapped on the back porch and a bunch of stuff people have brought on the counter. Make sure you help yourselves.”
"Whoa, the dykes made it.” Stan staggered up behind Julian, “How are you doing?” he slurred a little at Tricia and Erika.
"Not as drunk as you, yet.” Tricia punched him and walked past him, taking Erika's hand.
"So what do we do now?” Erika yelled into Tricia's ear.
"We drink, we dance, we mingle and have fun… We let our hair down,” she said with a giggle.
Erika pulled Tricia up short at the counter full of bottles of various alcohols and liquors. “I need to make a drink.”
"What happened to your beer?” Tricia asked.
"I drank it.”
"Pace yourself,” she warned.
"I'm fine.” Erika winked at her then poured some vodka and peach schnapps into a cup, filling it the rest of the way with orange juice. She took a sip then licked her lips. She suppressed a slight shiver as the alcohol flowed down into her stomach.
Out on the back patio, several people were smoking cigarettes. Erika didn't care for the smell, and turned to go back in when she noticed a different smell. She looked around her trying to locate where it was coming from but couldn't zero in on anyone who might be causing it. She shrugged and went back inside, sipping on her Fuzzy Navel.
"Tricia.” Erika called into her girlfriend's ear, “Someone is smoking pot out there.”
"Who?” Tricia asked.
"I don't know.”
"Try to find out tonight,” Tricia instructed, “I don't have contacts in this town.”
Erika was startled. Tricia wanted to get pot? “Do you smoke pot?” she asked.
"Every once in a while,” Tricia nodded, “It’s a good way to escape and relax.”
"You smoke pot?” Erika was in a state of disbelief.
"Relax, I don't smoke it all the time; just occasionally.”
Erika took a drink of her fuzzy navel, then looked around in alarm, the music which was almost shaking the house was now gone.
"I have an update!” Julian called as everyone turned to look at him, “The game is over, Warthogs won 37 to 10!”
A huge cheer deafened the house for at least thirty seconds. “The team and cheerleaders will be here in about an hour, so drink up before they get here and empty the place,” he smiled.
The music was turned back up so that Erika could feel the vibrations from the bass, in her bones.
Tricia stepped in close and looked up into Erika's eyes and smiled, “This is great, isn't it?” She leaned in and kissed Erika. “You taste good, what are you drinking?” Tricia licked her lips.
"Fuzzy Navel,” Erika shrugged.
"Can you make me one?”
Erika nodded.
Erika quickly lost track of how many drinks she had made for others, let alone drank herself. Tricia was out on the back deck talking to someone when Erika, holding on to the walls, made it over to the sofa up against one wall and sank down into it. She barely realized that the football players had started to arrive. Two of them were carrying a keg as they entered. A few girls that Erika recognized as their girlfriend's had their arms full with bags of chips, and several bottles of what looked like replacements for the vanishing bar in the kitchen.
"You hammered already?” Samantha smiled down at her.
"I can't feel my head,” Erika smiled up at the blonde, “I know it's there, I just can't feel it.”
Samantha laughed and flitted away.
A heavy weight shook the furniture as someone dropped onto the sofa next to her.
"How are you doing?” Julian asked above the music.
Erika sat forward on the sofa and turned her head to look at the swimmer. She rested her hand on her cheek and just studied his features.
Julian tried not to notice at first then looked back at Erika. “What?” he asked.
Erika took a deep breath and let part of it out, “You're pretty cute for a guy,” she said.
"Thank you, you're pretty for a girl.” Julian sat up and leaned forward to look at Erika
Erika continued to study Julian's face. She was a girl, wasn't she? She looked like a girl, felt like a girl, enjoyed being a girl. Did that make her a girl? Her eyes closed as she thought about gender.
Lips; firm lips pressed against hers. Lips that weren't like Tricia's soft, satin lips pink with lip gloss. These lips were firm, yet had a tenderness to them; a hesitancy; a yearning. They felt nice, strong… different. Erika kissed back, tasting beer, and smelling something musky. She kept her eyes closed and gave in to the lightheadedness that made her feel all swoony, all foggy, all light. She felt a large hand touch her cheek, a hand that gently encouraged her towards the lips.
Erika turned and wrapped her arms around a neck. A neck that was so much taller than she had experienced before. She felt herself leave the sitting position on the sofa and press herself into the body of the one kissing her.
Her heart fluttered then pounded as her swooning head became more of a spin. Erika pulled back from the kiss, her eyes still closed. The room was definitely spinning. She didn't dare open her eyes, if she kept them closed, the room wouldn't spin as much.
"Oh God,” she breathed. A nasty burp broke in the back of her mouth, “I'm going to be sick.”
The body beneath her; the person she had just been kissing, jerked wildly, getting out from under her.
"You going to hurl?” it asked.
Erika nodded her head, and immediately regretted it.
"Come with me,” the voice instructed. Strong hands grabbed her by the shoulders and almost lifted her feet off the ground.
Another icky burp and Erika blew out the gas cringing at the nasty taste it left in her mouth.
"Coming through!” a voice yelled out from over her head. “Coming through with a hurler!”
She knew she should be embarrassed, but her gurgling stomach wouldn't let her think about it. “Oh, God!” she groaned.
"Move it!” someone yelled.
"What's going on?” Samantha's voice cut through the dizziness and haze.
"She drank too much.”
The door to the bathroom was thrown open before her. The sudden brightness as the lights stabbed at her eyes. She spotted the toilet through the blur and pain. Her stomach tightened as she dashed across the room. The contents of her stomach lurched up then spewed out of her mouth, hitting the floor then trailing into the toilet.
"Oh, nasty,” a voice gasped.
"Oh, Erika, are you all right?” Samantha was by her side, “What did you have to drink?”
Erika's stomach heaved again.
"Someone get me some water!” Samantha called. She turned to Erika, “Where's Tricia?”
Erika shook her head.
"You don't know?”
Erika shook her head again then braced herself for another bout. Samantha flushed the toilet.
"Here's your water.” Jorge said entering the bathroom, “Oh, that's nasty.” He pinched his nose.
"Drink this,” Samantha demanded.
"I can't,” Erika groaned.
"You have to, or you'll be really sick tomorrow. Drink up.”
Erika took the cup.
"Have you seen Tricia?”
"Saw her running out the front door a few minutes ago,” Jorge said.
"You feeling better?” Samantha asked.
Erika shook her head.
"What happened out there?” Samantha inquired, “What did I miss?”
"Drinking fuzzy navels,” Erika paused and stared in the toilet for a while, “Tricia was smoking pot.” She felt her stomach cramp. Nothing came out. “I was kissing someone… then I got sick.”
"You were kissing someone?”
"I think so. I got sick.” Erika moaned.
"Who were you kissing?” Samantha demanded.
"I… I don't know.”
"What do you mean you don't know?”
Erika threw up in the toilet again. “Oh God.”
Samantha growled, “Who where you with?”
Erika moaned.
"Drink,” Samantha demanded.
Erika moaned, but took a sip of water. Instead of swallowing it however, she swished it in her mouth and spat it out.
"Who were you with?” Samantha asked.
"Just Julian,” Erika stated.
"Did you kiss Julian?”
"I… I guess. He is cute for a guy isn't he?”
"You kissed Julian?”
Erika groaned and leant over the toilet.
"Shit! No wonder Tricia ran off.” Samantha swore. She handed Erika a towel. “Clean this up when you're done. I've got to go find Tricia.”
Samantha walked to the door, “Jorge, can you look after Erika?”
"You're kidding, Right?”
"She's on the squad, Jorge.” Samantha moved past him and out into the crowded house. “Tricia!” she called. “Has anyone seen where Tricia went off to?”
A few shrugged. Stan however, pointed out the front door. Samantha dodged people and their drinks as she made her way to the front door.
Cars and trucks lined both sides of the streets. Three people walked around a vehicle and approached the house, bathed in the yellow glow of a streetlight.
"Have you seen Tricia, a blonde?” Samantha asked.
A girl pointed. “A blonde went that way.”
"Thanks,” Samantha said, racing off in the direction indicated.
She jogged down the street, looking for the blonde who over the summer had become a cabin mate, a friend; in a way a sister - much like those on the squad whom she considered sisters.
She spotted a dark huddled shape on someone's lawn, “Tricia?” Samantha called.
The shadowed mass moved.
"Tricia, what happened?” Samantha approached.
"I… I saw… She was… She was kissing Julian.” Tricia was sobbing.
"She is drunk. She probably won't even remember it tomorrow.” Samantha sat down next to the Lavender lady.
She was kissing Julian,” Tricia sobbed again.
"She is so drunk she's puking her guts out in the bathroom right now,”
"Good!” Tricia bawled.
"Come now, Tricia,” Samantha soothed. “We've spent the last few months, trying to get Eric to pass as Erika. We've succeeded. No one knows who she really is… well, almost no one. Even I forget sometimes that she is really Eric.”
"But I love her,” Tricia cried.
"I know, but who do you love, Eric, or Erika?” Samantha posed. “I even fell in love with her this past summer, remember?”
"It feels like it was so long ago,” Tricia cried.
"We need to get back to the party. We can tuck Erika in to one of Julian's spare rooms to sleep off her drunkenness.”
"It just hurts so much, Samantha.”
"She didn't know what she was doing. How many times have you gotten drunk and kissed some guy you didn't know or even like?”
Tricia was quiet.
"Hmmm?” Samantha urged.
"Okay, okay, I get your point. It just really hurt to see her all over Julian like that.”
"I'm sure she wasn't 'all over Julian',” Samantha gave Tricia a squeeze.
"She was on top of him, pinning him into the corner of the sofa, kissing him with tongue.” Tricia was getting worked up again.
"Too bad we don't have a recording of it to show her tomorrow,” Samantha snorted. “She would be mortified.”
"What do you mean?”
"Remember that stink she threw at camp about Josh kissing her?”
"No. that was before I joined your cabin.”
"Oh yeah, sorry. Anyway she threw a big stink over it, about how she isn't gay and stuff.” Samantha got to her feet and put her hands out to help Tricia up. “So you see, you have nothing to worry about… except a hung over Erika tomorrow morning.” Samantha pulled the blonde to her feet.
"I hope she is really hung over tomorrow,” Tricia swore just above a mutter. “Serves her right for kissing Julian.”
Tricia looked up into the night sky and watched as the moon reappeared from behind a cloud. She looked at Samantha, “Is it always this warm this time of year?”
"Yes. Why?”
"Where I'm from, we would be experiencing frost at night by now.”
Samantha shivered involuntarily. “Thankfully it doesn't get that way here until after Halloween.”
"Then it will be the first time since I was seven where I could dress up without wearing a jacket under my costume.” She stared up at the moon, “Wow.”
"What?” Samantha looked up.
"Doesn't that one look like a dragon?”
"Huh?”
"That cloud - it looks like a dragon.”
"So you have been smoking.” It was a statement.
"Only a hit or two,” Tricia defended. “It still looks like a dragon. Like a Chinese dragon slithering across the sky.”
"Focus,” Samantha instructed. “Let’s get back to the party and see how Erika is doing.”
"I hope she pukes all over Julian, serves her right for kissing him.”
The two girls head back to the deep thumping of music heavy with bass.
"Don't the neighbors call the cops on parties like this?” Tricia asked.
"Not when their neighbors are Julian's parents, “Samantha smiled.
The two targeted the door to the atmosphere full of mischief, merriment and mayhem. A few people were sitting on the front steps, talking and sipping at beer, while smoking cigarettes, with the door slightly ajar.
Samantha led Tricia through the mob of undulating bodies to the bathroom where she'd left Erika. The door was closed and locked.
"Erika?” Samantha knocked, “Erika, are you alright?”
The door opened revealing a senior girl who was beyond buzzed.
"Have you seen Erika?” Samantha asked.
"Don't know her,” the girl replied and pushed past Samantha to rejoin her friends.
Samantha looked at Tricia with a concerned look and began searching the crowded house for their friend.
"Jorge!” Samantha called seeing the male cheerleader dancing with Jordon and Krystal. “Jorge, where's Erika?”
"Julian's got her,” Jorge shrugged. “I think he took her upstairs.”
Tricia spun around and practically plowed through party goers as she tried to get to the stairs with Samantha hot on her heels.
Tricia tried to take the stairs two at a time, but people from school were sitting in various poses talking and drinking.
"Erika?” Tricia called. “Erika?”
"Did you see Julian and Erika go up here?” Samantha inquired.
A few nodded their heads.
The girls entered a hall. “Erika?” Tricia called. She opened the first door she came to and found a bathroom.
"Hey!” a girl yelled as she covered herself.
"Sorry.” Tricia backed out closing the door. She opened the next door with as little ceremony.
Julian stood beside the bed, propping Erika up and pulling her bolo jacket off of her as she muttered in an incoherent state.
"What the hell are you doing!?” Tricia screamed.
By Anistasia Allread Edited by Edeyn “So you didn't like her kissing you?” Tricia nudged Julian. “You're kidding, right?” “Well?” “Of course I liked her kissing me, I'm a guy and she's a pretty girl.” “She is pretty, isn't she,” Tricia nodded. |
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She raced across the room and began pummeling the tall athlete with her fists, shouting, “Leave her alone!”
Julian, after taking the first few blows, released Erika, allowing her to fall back onto the bed, trying to defend himself against the living temper, without hurting her.
“I'm not doing anything!” he shouted back at her. “I was... I was just trying to make her comfortable.”
He reached out and grabbed each of Tricia's wrists and held them as she continued to struggle. “Look, she's wasted, and needs to sleep it off,” he said while still struggling against her flailing arms.
“Tricia... Tricia! She just spent the last five to ten minutes rambling about how much she loves you -- you! -- not me. I'm just putting her to bed to sleep it off.”
Tricia finally stopped struggling and looked at Julian as what he was saying sank in.
“We're in my sister's room, Tricia. This is the last place I'd ever want to do anything with a girl. She wants you. Not me. You.”
“She was kissing you,” Tricia's voice changed from anger to hurt.
“She is drunk.” he stated matter-of-factly, “Which means she probably won't even remember it in the morning.”
“So you weren't trying to take advantage of the situation?” Tricia asked.
“God no,” Julian released Tricia's wrists. “That is just... I would never do anything of the sort. Some bastard did that to my sister last year at college. The bastard deserves to be castrated,” he said with venom. “I'll never do that to a girl. Never.”
Tricia's fists went limp in his hands.
“Will you stop trying to hurt me?” he asked.
Tricia nodded.
“I love you,” Erika muttered with a smile at Tricia, semi-conscious from the bed.
Julian released Tricia's wrists and looked down at the drunk girl with more than a little humor, “She's going to hate life tomorrow.”
“Let's let her sleep here for a bit then take her home,” Samantha suggested from the door.
Two heads turned, both had forgotten that the blonde was there.
“Will she be all right here?” Tricia asked Julian.
“She should be. I don't think she will be wandering off anywhere.”
Tricia slipped Erika's shoes off of her and laid a light blanket over her.
“Stay here and sleep. I'll come up and get you before we leave,” she said to Erika, who muttered something in response and rolled over a bit.
Tricia turned off the light as Julian closed the door.
“I'll check on her in a bit,” Samantha stated as they went down the stairs.
“So you didn't like her kissing you?” Tricia nudged Julian.
“You're kidding, right?”
“Well?”
“Of course I liked her kissing me, I'm a guy and she's a pretty girl.”
“She is pretty, isn't she,” Tricia nodded.
Erika's head felt all fuzzy. The room she was in smelled funny. It was a sweet smell, the smell of a girl's room, but one that she was unfamiliar with. She rolled over on the bed and moaned slightly.
“Where the hell am I?” she asked the darkness.
She felt around, feeling unfamiliar textures of bedspreads and pillows. A small crack of light shining from under the door was the only thing she could see. The eerie glow frightened her, yet beckoned her. She slowly got to her feet in the blackness of the room and inched her way towards the door. She opened it and groaned as the light from the hall was like a physical blow to her face. She flinched back closing her eyes, and then slowly tried opening them just a crack. Loud hip-hop music rattled the house.
“The party,” she muttered, “I'm at the party.”
She stumbled out into the hall managing to place one foot in front of the other as she descended the stairs, her eyes starting to become a little more adjusted.
Damn, I've got to get home, she realized. I need to get home before I get grounded. Oh, my head. She put a hand to her head to try and still the soft pounding.
“Whoah, you look like shit,” a girl sitting on the stair giggled as Erika made her way past.
Erika ignored her and made her way to the first floor.
“You look empty,” Someone handed her a plastic cup.
She didn't realize how thirsty she was until she looked down at clear liquid in the cup. She licked her lips and tried to summon some kind of wetness to her mouth without success. She shrugged to herself and downed the cup. It was a mistake. Her throat burned as her tongue protested the vile tasting stuff.
“Ack! What was that?” Erika's stomach lurched, but kept it's new contents down.
“Everclear. Want some more?”
“No!” Erika wanting nothing more than to get the taste out of her mouth.
She looked around the room she was now standing in and spotted a punchbowl. She dipped a cup into the orangey-red stuff and drank deeply. The cool sweetness tasted wonderful after that Everclear stuff and it didn't seem to burn very much as it slid down her throat. The wet coolness felt good, too. She dipped her cup again, hoping that no one would notice her double dipping and drank heartily again before walking into what must be a formal sitting room.
Several people sat in the semi-dark kissing. Erika's eyes wandered over the group and flicked back to two she recognized. Jorge and Krystal were sitting on the floor against the sofa, their lips entangled in a lingering embrace, Krystal's hands holding the male cheerleader in place. Erika shrugged, then remembered that she felt a need to get home. She finished off the punch and tossed it in an over flowing pile and stalked out the door, leaving her shoes and jacket back on the bed upstairs.
The cool nights had yet to turn the cold of true autumn. Erika cursed as bits of gravel bit into the bottoms of her feet as she pad down the street. A warm breeze blew through the tree tops and gently touched her skin raising goosebumps. Her head swam with disconnected thoughts and fragmented memories as she half tip-toed, half staggered down the street.
The night seemed a mess. Flashes of memory of kissing someone other than Tricia mixed with a musky scent. An aroma completely unlike the sweetness of Tricia. Piercing pretty eyes looked down at her through what seemed like a fog. Puking, getting sick all over the bathroom as someone kept bombarding her with questions and making her drink water. Samantha, it had to have been Samantha who had been so insistent.
What a mess I've made, she chastised herself. God, everyone is going to tease me at school on Monday for getting sick. Tricia will probably never want to speak to me again. I can't blame her. I kissed someone else. Who? Who did I kiss? Oh, God, it's all fuzzy.
Erika came to her house and stood outside on the street for a long while just looking at the home, it's lawn, it's trees, and it's flowerbed, still needing weeding.
She pulled up her skirt and knelt down next to the flower bed and began pulling tall weeds out from amongst the flowers.
What was it, her father's Uncle Will had said? Oh yeah, “... a weed is nothing more than an unwanted flower. A tomato plant amongst strawberries could be weed, as can a rose amongst tomatoes.”
Erika tossed the weeds off to the side, then scooted over to the grass nearby and lay back looking up into the stars. Can't people be like weeds too? “Oh, God, I'm a tomato plant amongst roses,” she wailed. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down the sides of her face unheeded into her hair. “I'm a weed among flowers, a nasty weed.”
Her limbs heavy, the grass she lay on was like a pillow-top cushion, giving her something soft to lay on over a firm core. She closed her eyes and squeezed out tears. She opened them to find the sky spinning, the stars seemed to be doing circles above her. She closed her eyes again to still the spinning world and kept them closed, losing herself to the welcoming embrace of darkness.
“Are you okay?” a voice was heard as if through a tunnel.
Erika winced against the blazing sun down upon her face and eyelids. Bright. Too bright.
“Erika, are you okay?” the voice repeated.
Erika shakily rose a hand to shield her eyes. Slowly she cracked her lid and almost screamed at the light glaring.
“What are you doing out here?” the voice asked, “Don't you live here?”
“Pete?” Erika croaked.
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing?”
“My paper route.”
Erika rolled over and propped herself up on her elbow, and squinted up at the audio-video geek, “Your paper route?”
“Not all of us can work cool jobs at Pizza Palace, or have our parents deposit allowances monthly into our accounts.”
“Oh shit, what time is it?” Erika looked towards her house.
“Seven thirty,” Pete shrugged.
“God, I've got to get out of here.”
“Why? I thought this was your house.”
“I'll explain, later, I just need to get out of here.”
Pete assisted Erika to her feet and looked skeptically at her as they began making their way down the sidewalk away from her house.
The sound of the door opening behind them made Erika's heart skip a beat then make up for it as it began to flutter. She glanced over her shoulder and saw her dad with a bag of garbage walk across the driveway and put it in it's receptacle.
“Shit,” Erika mumbled.
She looked for a place to hide, but there wasn't any. The trees were still too young, too small. The cars that were there were parked on the other side of the street. She hunched down and tried to avoid looking back as she walked along side Pete.
“You're hiding from your dad?” Pete asked in a hushed tone.
“He doesn't know about...” she looked from Pete down at her outfit, “About me.”
“Is he looking this way?” she asked.
“No, he's gone back in.”
Pete took a newspaper out of his satchel and tossed it onto a doorstep.
“Your family doesn't know about you doing this?” Pete asked.
“How did you get into school?”
Erika looked away, “We, ah... we changed my documents,” Erika explained.
Pete watched as Erika rubbed her temples, “Hung over?”
Erika nodded.
Pete tossed another news paper, “Where are you going?”
“I need to get to Tricia's house. I need to talk to her, apologize to her.”
“What for?”
“I... I did something last night,” Erika shook her head and instantly regretted it, ”Ouch. . . It's all fuzzy, but I think I kissed a guy.”
“At the party last night?”
Erika slowly nodded.
“So...” Pete asked, sensing an opportunity to satisfy curiosity, “I have to ask. Who are you, now? Eric? Or Erika? Are you a boy? A girl? Or something else?”
Silence fell between the two of them. Only the sounds of Sunday morning encroaching.
“I don't know,” Erika admitted at last, “I really don't know.”
“Are you seeing a counselor?”
“My mom has me seeing a shrink. Dr. Barts.”
“I thought your parents didn't know.”
Erika sighed, “My mom knows that I spent my Summer as a girl,” she held up a hand to stop his automatic question and he held it in, so she continued, “and she believes that I only occasionally dress like this when I'm with my friends. She doesn't know that I go to school as Erika.”
“So who all knows?”
“Samantha, Tricia, Krystal, Victoria, Dr. Barts and, well, you,” Erika listed. “Tricia's parents and sister, Leeza, know, but don't know that my parents don't know. My mom knows about last Summer and suspects when I go to Samantha's or Tricia's, but my dad doesn't know anything.”
“Damn!” Pete swore, “That must get confusing.”
“Sometimes,” Erika admitted.
“Are you going to tell your parents? They've got to know sooner or later.”
“I need to, but I just don't know how,” Erika sighed. “Dr. Barts told me that I have to really think this out and how it affects others. Mainly, I'm just really scared of what my dad might say or do.”
“Why? What is he going to do? Throw you out of the house?”
“I don't know. His whole family has something against gays and stuff.”
“Homophobes, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my God! Where have you been!?” Samantha's voice screamed from a block away.
Erika winced as she looked up. Samantha stood glowering at her with her hands on her hips.
“Tricia is going insane, wondering if you've been dragged off and raped, lying in a ditch somewhere!” Samantha was still screaming.
“Sorry, I think I passed out on my front lawn. If it wasn't for Pete, here, I'd have been found by my dad.”
“You left the party, drunk, without telling anyone.” Samantha hadn't changed position as Erika and Pete neared. She looked tired, haggard and a wreck.
A few steps away from her, Erika was taken aback when she saw Samantha lunge forward and throw her arms around her, squeezing her. “Thank God you're okay. What happened?”
“I don't remember... much,” Erika admitted. She pulled back from Samantha, “Did I really kiss Julian Rock?”
Samantha looked at her friend, “I didn't see it, but I was told that you did.”
“Hi,” Pete greeted.
“Hi, Pete,” Samantha tossed him a smile, “Thanks for walking with her,” she excused him.
“Sure,” Pete shrugged knowing a dismissal when one was thrown in his face.
Erika turned from Samantha and took Pete's hand, “Thank you, Pete, If you hadn't awakened me when you did, I would have been in a very... touchy... situation.”
“Just be careful,” Pete turned and walked down the road to finish off his paper route.
“Come on, I've got to get you back to Tricia's, she is distraught.”
Samantha touched Erika's arm, “When she found you missing last night, she tore out of the party dragging me with her on a search for you. When she got into her house this morning, her mother was pissed that neither of you called her. Tricia's confined to her room going crazy with worry over you. She told her mother that you were sleeping it off at Julian's with Victoria and Krystal.”
“Is she upset?”
“What do you think?” Samantha scoffed, “First you get drunk, then you go make out with Julian, then lets see... you get sick, you pass out in Julian's house, then disappear all together without a word to anyone... oh, and then you pass out on your own front lawn.” Samantha paused, “Why would she be upset?” her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Where have you been, young lady?” Tricia's mother answered the door, “We have been worried sick over your safety.”
“I'm so sorry,” Erika pleaded for forgiveness.
“Your parents left you and your safety in my care. All I asked was that if you were going to drink at the party, that you give me a call to come get you!” She raised her voice.
Erika winced against the volume and the pitch.
“I'm very disappointed in your behavior and the choice you made,” she continued, “I was just about to call your mother. I think I will have you do that for me.”
She turned to Samantha,her voice softened, “Do you want to stay for some breakfast? I have more than enough.”
“That would be nice, thank you,” Samantha nodded.
Tricia's mother turned back to Erika, her voice took on an edge again, “You get up stairs and take a shower. You need to apologize to Tricia while you're at it.”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
Erika shuffled inside and quickly made her way upstairs.
Tricia glared at Erika as she walked into the game room then quickly looked away.
“I'm sorry Tricia,” Erika began as she approached.
Tricia turned away from her and stormed into the hallway bathroom, slamming the door.
“I was drunk. I'd never been drunk before. I didn't know what I was doing when I left,” Erika pleaded from outside the door, “I just felt this need to get out of that party. A need to go home.”
“Go away!” Tricia called.
“I'm sorry,” Erika dragged herself into Tricia's room and grabbed her duffel. She closed the bathroom door behind her, stripped out of Erika's clothes and stepped into a shower. “Fuck!” she cried, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
By Anistasia Allread Edited by Edeyn "I... um... I kissed Julian." "Mmmm?" Dr. Barts sounded interested. "Did you enjoy it?" "It was... different," Erika admitted, "But I was drunk when I did it." |
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Eric slung his duffel over his shoulder and opened the door to greet Samantha and a gray, overcast day.
"Morning, sleepy head."
Eric closed the door behind him and scampered down the steps, "She won't talk to me."
"Tricia?"
"Who else."
"She's pretty pissed. You know she got grounded, didn't you."
"Yes, so did I," Eric grumbled, "I've still got to figure out how I'm going to get my parents to allow me to go to the game Friday."
"You have to go, it's your first game on the squad, not to mention a home game," Samantha stated.
"My parent's don't know I'm on the squad. I'm lucky I was able to get their permission to stay after school for my 'Political Cartoon' club," Eric made the quote marks in the air.
"How bad is it?" Samantha asked.
"Not nearly as bad as it could have been," Eric shrugged, "I think Dad is relieved that I'm making friends and doing things other than locking myself in my room. He is mainly upset that I didn't call to be picked up from the party."
"Duh. You broke their trust, as well as Tricia's Family's trust," Samantha agreed.
"Thanks for your support," Erika scoffed.
"One thing with parents, is you can't break their trust. Even if you do stupid things, you've got to give them the ability to trust you."
"Like telling them that I've been attending school as a girl?"
"Well..."
Samantha let it drop. They walked in silence for a few moments. "That reminds me, You can't change at Tricia's for a little while."
"What?"
"She's grounded from seeing you before and after school for a while, so we have to have you change somewhere else."
"Where?"
"I'm guessing school. My home is the other direction."
"Oh Shit!" Eric cursed, "How am I going to haul all of this to and from school without my mother noticing. Especially my Rally uniform?"
"I don't know. I'm sure we'll come up with something."
Eric shook his head and mumbled profanities to himself.
"I'm sorry this happened, but you brought this on yourself," Samantha stated, "If you hadn't gone wandering off in a drunken stupor Saturday night, none of this would have happened."
"I know, I know," Eric stomped on, "It's the whole plague thing all over again. I can't do anything right and everything I do or touch gets hurt or damaged."
"It's not about 'The Plague,'" Samantha insisted, "It's about thinking about what you are doing. How what you do effects others."
"God, I'm tired of hearing that! I'm tired of hearing how everything I do effects others." Eric stopped in his tracks, "You know what? Go on with out me. I'm not going to school today."
"Don't be so sensitive."
Eric responded by turning up a different street.
"Erika." Samantha called after him.
Eric put his head down and walked on, stiff backed.
"Come on Erika, we need to go to school," Samantha pleaded, "If you miss Rally, you'll be off the squad and there's nothing I can do about it."
Eric kept walking. He heard footsteps quickly approaching behind him.
"Erika, Please." Samantha pleaded.
"I'm sorry," Eric said plaintively. "I'm sorry that I got drunk. I'm sorry that I wandered away from the party and I'm sorry that Tricia got into trouble. I just need to be alone."
"I'll go with you," Samantha fell in step beside him.
"I'd rather you didn't."
"You are my friend, Erika. I will stay with you."
"If you were my friend, you'd let me be."
"I... can't," Samantha managed to get out.
"Why?"
"Cuz I don't want to leave the people I love alone when they are in pain," Samantha sniffled, "I did it to my sister and she killed herself."
"That wasn't your fault," Eric said flatly.
"If I hadn't left her alone, she might still be here," Samantha choked slightly.
"You can't blame yourself for Summer's death," Eric didn't slow his steps.
"No, but I can try and help others."
Eric stopped suddenly and looked at Samantha who almost stumbled over herself to stop.
"I am not going to kill myself. I just need to be alone to think."
Samantha just stared at him.
"The key word in that is 'alone.'"
"Come to school today," Samantha pleaded.
Eric shook his head and looked at the ground.
"Please."
He took a deep breath, "I'll make it to Rally practice, but I won't be going to school today."
"How do I know you won't go and do something stupid?" Samantha asked.
"Text me."
"Huh?"
"Text me throughout the day to make sure I'm still alive," Eric instructed.
"Promise me you won't do anything stupid." Samantha insisted.
"I promise," Eric avowed.
"Okay, I'll be texting you. If you don't answer a text within a few minutes of my sending it, I'll call the police."
"Make it two texts. Sometimes they get lost in transit or delayed."
"Fine," Samantha agreed as she wrapped her arms around her friend.
"I care about you so much," she told him.
"I care about you, too," Eric replied.
"See you at practice," Samantha said as she broke the embrace.
"Okay, I'll be there."
Samantha gave him one of her most beautiful smiles before heading back towards school.
Eric stood on the sidewalk, staring at a weed growing out of a crack.
"Weeds don't grow just in flower beds, but in concrete, too. Or is the concrete considered the weed?"
He took a deep breath and then let it out before walking on. Didn't Erika think about weeds the other night? Eric shook his head, No, it was something Dad's Uncle Will had said.
His dad had a lot of Uncle Will sayings and stories. Uncle Will had apparently passed away before Eric was born. It was something how stories about people you had never met can stick with you. His dad had some strange relatives, too. He'd never met Crazy Aunt Carrie, but his family received fudge from her for every Christmas.
Eric paid little attention to where he was heading, he just needed to walk -- and think. His thoughts drifted back to yesterday morning...
When he finished showering, he dressed in his boy clothes and exited the bathroom. The shower helped him feel a bit better, but his head still pounded from the previous nights antics. He stuffed a few of the odds and ends into his duffel and exited Tricia's bedroom. The pink-obsessed girl wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"Tricia?" he called.
No answer. He made his way down stairs where Tricia's mother had a choice of oatmeal or pancakes for breakfast. Samantha was finishing up her plate of pancakes.
Eric accepted a plate of the hotcakes and ate as much as his queasy stomach would allow.
"Here," Tricia's mother handed him two asprin, "Make sure you drink lots of water."
"Thanks," Eric nodded.
When he was done with breakfast, Tricia's mother made him call his mom and have her come pick him up.
When she arrived, Tricia's mother told her briefly what had transpired over night. Mrs. Martin was embarrassed and furious with her son.
"Go straight to your room, young man," she scolded, "I'm going to have a talk with your father, and we will decide what to do about this behavior of yours."
Eric's mind screamed out, What behavior, the drinking or the being a girl?! but he didn't voice his worry.
He dropped his duffel on his bed and began unpacking it. While he was eating breakfast, Tricia had apparently packed his bag. He found his forms, gaffe, makeup and jewelry stowed under the top layer of clothing. Was she kicking him out of her life?
He'd have to talk to her. Apologize to her and try to explain to her.
He could hear the muffled voices of his parents in a heated debate down stairs. Occasionally, he could make out his name being uttered, but beyond that... nothing.
Eric pulled out his mobile and called Tricia's phone. It went to voicemail. He called it again with the same result. He switched to texting and asked her to give him a call.
Having hidden the contraband, Eric flopped down on his bed and closed his eyes to the still pounding of his head.
Half an hour later, his dad knocked on his door, "Come down to the kitchen please."
Crap. Only serious conversations were reserved for the kitchen table. Eric scrambled out of bed and followed his dad downstairs.
The lecture went on for almost an hour. It was the responsibility lecture again. His mother added a few minutes about how many people died when drinking whether by alcohol poisoning or drunk driving. Dad cut that tangent down from the long version or else he would have been there another hour.
"Look, Eric, you are in High school. You will be going to parties with drinking and drugs. I would hope that we raised you with enough common sense to call a responsible adult to come pick you up if you partake in any of those kinds of things."
"You better not be doing drugs!" His mother snapped, "It's bad enough that you're drinking."
"Of course, I'd hope that you wouldn't experiment at all with that kind of stuff -- but I can't be there to hold your hand twenty-four seven. Just use your common sense. Your choices affect those around you."
"If in doubt, just pretend that your parents are standing behind you watching you," his mother added.
"Anyway, your mother and I have decided that you will grounded for two weeks. No X-box, no T.V., no girlfriends."
Eric couldn't believe his ears. That was all? That was it? That was just a slap on the hand.
"And you are to come straight home after school," his mother added.
"But mom..." Eric protested, "My club."
"That's too bad," Mrs. Martin crossed her arms over her chest, "And I'm going to be speaking to Dr. Barts about this as well."
"I can't be missing my club meetings," Eric was in a state of panic.
"You heard your mother," His dad ended it.
"I'll be kicked off... off the project," Eric whined.
"Maybe you'll think twice before drinking," his mother's voice was ice, "You need to consider how your actions affect others."
Eric went up to his room and flopped down on his bed and cried into his pillow. A little bit later, there was another knock on his door.
"Yeah?"
His dad poked his head through the door, "I spoke to your mother. You can still go to your club meetings after school, but you have to come straight home afterwards."
Eric raised his head from his pillow, "Really?"
His dad nodded.
"Thanks, Dad."
His dad smiled, "I remember what it is like being your age. You know my Uncle Will had to get me out of a few similar situations."
"He did?"
His dad's smile grew. He gave a wink and ducked out of the door and closed it behind him.
Eric could hardly believe what just happened. He was only grounded for two weeks. He could grin and bear that. He pulled out his phone and called Tricia again. Again with the voicemail.
Maybe she's busy. She probably didn't get my text either. Eric texted her again and lay back on his bed, the crying made his head ache along with the pounding.
Before long he found himself at a park. He didn't come to this part of town very often, everything seemed a bit alien to him. The trees swayed back and forth as the wind gusted through their tops. Eric dropped his duffel at the edge of the play area and sat on a swing and began to slowly swing back and forth. The creaking of the rusty joint of the swing above his head kept a steady tempo as the wind picked up and died around him blowing strands of hair across his face. Absently, he tucked the loose tresses behind his ear and pulled on his seemingly naked earlobe.
Everyone was after him to start seeing how he affected others. His mother, his dad, Dr. Barts -- even Samantha. Tricia was grounded because of his actions. His mother was keeping information from his father because of his actions. Dr. Barts said that she was was ethically on a razor's edge because of his actions. Why did he have to cause so many people pain?
Eric was restless. He felt undone, incomplete. He wanted comfort, to feel whole again. He grabbed his duffel and started to storm out of the park but first he'd have to use the bathroom.
Without thinking, he walked into the woman's bathroom and was using a stall before he realized what he was doing. Luckily due to the gray weather and it being a weekday morning, no one else was using the park.
Eric's phone vibrated as he set his duffel down. He pulled it out and sighed.
Samantha: Where R U? What R U doing?
Erika: At park thinking
Samantha: about what?
Erika: about everything
Samantha: K. bug U L8r
Eric tucked the phone back and entered a stall.
He finished what he was doing and washed his hands. He looked into the polished stainless steel sheet that passed as a mirror and felt naked. He rummaged around in his duffel and began pulling stuff out.
Fifteen minutes later, Erika emerged from the park's bathroom. She was still wearing her boy clothes but with her breast forms in place, makeup, earrings and roughly styled hair, no one would give her a second glance.
She breathed a sigh of relief, not realizing how 'normal' it felt to be Erika. She slung her duffel straps over her shoulder as if it was a large purse and began walking again. Her mind mulling over the events of the weekend and how she was going to get Tricia to talk to her and hopefully forgive her. She could bring her some flowers, perhaps stand below her window with a tape player blasting love songs.
Erika, not paying attention where she was going, looked up at the sound of sweeping. She looked around and found herself just outside the Skate Park. Everyone called it the Skate Park, Heather's Heavenly Heathen Hideaway Snack bar and Skating Emporium was just a bit of a mouthful.
Summer had friends that would bring their decks to the park to use it's half pipes, rails, jumps and pools. Erika didn't have the coordination or balance to walk without tripping, let alone balance on a plank perched on wheels. She was still getting the hang of walking in heels, despite spending the summer walking around in the strappy wedge sandals that Samantha had her wear.
"What a mess," Erika heard herself say out loud.
"It was worse yesterday," a youngish woman in her mid-twenties said looking up from her broom.
"What happened?" Erika asked as she recognized her as Heather, the owner.
"There was a big skate-off on Saturday; boys versus girls."
"Who won?" Erika asked.
"It was a tie, but the girls won due to the guys being bad sportsmen."
"Sounds about par for course," Erika shrugged, "What did they do? The boys I mean."
"Wexler, the leader of the boys, saw that the girls might win and deliberately caused Annie to fall," the woman shook her head, "It's a good thing I enforce that rule about helmets."
"Was she hurt?"
"Concussion. Her brother and friend cross-checked the guy and sent him to the hospital. It looked pretty bad."
"Sounds like you had quite a weekend, "Erika shook her head in disbelief.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" Heather asked.
"On my way now," Erika backed off.
"Be careful."
Erika waved a thanks and headed down the road, retreating back into deep thought.
How would being Erika affect those around me? She asked herself. What difference does it make whether I'm a boy or a girl? The change of a pronoun? An 'F' instead of an 'M' on paperwork? Oh, I know, she smiled, whether I sit or stand when I pee.
How would it affect Mom if I told her who I really was? She would gain a daughter. Someone to shop with, gossip with, cook with. It was nice having ice cream with her last week. She seemed to enjoy it... I think. Erika cast her thoughts back to last weekend. She smiled, but she did seem a bit stiff. Once she gets used to the idea, I'm sure she would relax.
That leaves Dad, or should I call him Daddy? One thing at a time. Let's get him to accept me as me, Erika, first. Maybe he'd like me to call him Daddy... It's like Dr. Barts said though, If I became a girl, I mean all the way, I would be a girl, but I wouldn't be able to have children. Dad wouldn't be able to pass on the family name. I could always adopt kids, but is that the same? Dad doesn't even know about Erika, yet. He'd probably flip his lid and start calling me names like the rest of his family does about anyone who is different.
Erika sighed.
He'll never accept me... I've got to figure out a way. I've got to figure out a way that he will accept me as Erika... I've just got to. Maybe Samantha will have an idea? I wonder if Dr. Barts knows a way that would keep him from blowing up right away and possibly think about it first?
She dug her vibrating phone out again.
Samantha: What R U doing?
Erika: I'm taking a walk n thinking
Samantha: Just checking in
Erika: Haven't done anything drastic
Samantha: Keep it that way. C ya
Erika put the phone away, looked up and found herself a couple of blocks from the batting cages. She wasn't angry or frustrated -- well maybe a little frustrated. She decided to use the card that her dad had given her and swing at some balls.
The guy inside the office of the batting cages looked at her weird as she selected a helmet. He shrugged and turned back to watching his little T.V. leaving her alone.
Erika picked out a bat and went into the slow pitch cage and swiped her card. She settled into a batting stance and tensed as the light on the machine lit up, informing her of the eminent pitch.
She thought of her life before going to Camp Kumoni. Eric had a few friends growing up, but he did tend to stay to himself. He wasn't good at sports, he was a bit clumsy and always one of the last to be picked for team sports. Before he had received the computer for Christmas a few years ago, he'd spent a lot of time with his nose in a book or with pads of paper, and what ever he had at hand to draw with, whether it was pencil, ink pen, charcoal or even crayon. Eric was always allowed to let his mind escape as he drew, he would become the super hero using super powers, or a critter in the forest of a landscape that he painted.
Life after the computer seemed even more secluded. He spent a lot of time listening to music and playing in photoshop.
She swung the bat and connected with a ball. She rejoiced in the feel of the vibrations of the bat as well as the metallic clink sound as the ball was sent the opposite direction.
Should I talk to Leeza? Or maybe Dr. Barts? she wondered.
“I need to talk with someone,” she muttered to herself as she swung and chopped a ball.
Should I sit Mom and Dad down and just blurt it out? Or should I do it while we're out to dinner so that they'd have a hard time reacting? Mom's going to be pissed about school, but Dad is going to shit a brick.
Erika batted a few more balls then turned in the helm and bat. She fixed her hair in the bathroom mirror and walked a few blocks to catch a bus to get across town.
Samantha: What's up?
Erika: At the bus stop.
Samantha: Where R U going?
Erika: 2 C Dr Barts
Samantha: R U ok?
Erika: Yes. I just want to talk to her.
Samantha: Good. Text me as soon as U R done. Talk 2 U L8r
Erika stood at the bus stop and wondered if she should call Dr. Barts' office first.
I really need to see her, she thought, I need to start getting things in order to talk to Dad; well, Mom too, but she already knows about me. Sort of. Should I tell him dressed as myself or as Eric? I wonder if I should have Tricia there with me? First I have to figure out how to get her to speak to me.
Erika's heart ached. She hadn't felt this chest pain since Summer... since Summer... since Summer left.
Erika got on the bus, well, what passed for a bus in Constitution. The town had small shuttle-type buses that passed as the transit system, but at least they had them.
Erika lay her head against the window and stared off seeing nothing.
Erika stood outside Dr. Bart's office, staring up at the building, her duffel hanging from her hands. She took a deep breath to clear her head, and walked in.
"Hello, do you have an appointment today?" The receptionist asked.
"No, but I need to speak to Dr. Barts," Erika nervously rubbed her hands together.
"Does she know that you are here?"
"No," Erika admitted, "I thought about calling when I was on the bus, but I spaced it."
"She's in an appointment right now," The receptionist explained.
"I figured. I can wait," Erika said hopefully.
"She's pretty booked up today, but I'll ask her if she can see you."
"That would be wonderful," Erika smiled weakly.
"Take a seat and I'll talk to her as soon as she comes out of her current session."
Erika nodded and picked up a magazine and eased into a chair. She was finishing her fourth magazine when Dr. Barts opened the door.
"Erika?"
Erika almost jumped to her feet. She set the magazine down and looked up at Dr. Barts.
"I, um, I needed to talk to you," she stammered.
"Are you all right?" Dr. Barts asked.
Erika nodded hesitantly. She eased to the edge of her chair in anticipation.
"Give me a few minutes," Dr. Barts smiled at her. She went to the receptionists and talked to her at some length before turning back to Erika. "Come on in, Erika."
Erika followed her therapist down the hall and into her office. Dr. Barts received a file from her receptionist and closed the door as Erika perched at the edge of the chair. Dr. Barts lowered her glasses from the top of her head down to her nose and took a seat across from her.
Crossing her legs, Dr. Barts finally looked up at Erika and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"There's always something wrong," she rolled her eyes, and paused, "but that isn't why I'm here," Erika managed to find her voice. She continued after taking a deep breath, "I've been doing a lot of thinking, actually, about what you've said and all... about figuring out who I am and how it will affect those around me."
"Oh?"
"Well, I really feel like I need to be a girl; that I am a girl," Erika gulped. "I mean, I want to tell my parents, but I don't really know how to, you know, tell my dad with out him overreacting."
"What do you think your dad will do?" Dr. Barts asked.
"I, I'm not sure. It's like I said before, his family are homophobes or anti-gay or something. They are always calling them names or telling jokes."
"Do you think your father might get violent?"
"Like beat me up, or kill me or something?" Erika blinked. "I don't think so. He might be extremely mad, and make my life a living hell or something, but I don't think he'll get violent."
"When did you want to tell them?" Dr. Barts asked.
"I was thinking maybe this Saturday. I want to plan out exactly what I should say. Should I have friends around? Should I do it at home? Or should I do it in public like a restaurant?"
"I think having a friend or two around would be all right. You could do it here in my office, so that I can, perhaps, help your dad understand."
"That might work." Erika conceded.
"Are you sure you want to make this change?" Dr. Barts inquired.
"I already have," Erika nodded. "I didn't realize how much I am this," she gestured down at her body, "until recently. Today, really."
"How so?" Dr. Barts arched an eyebrow over the top of her glasses.
"I feel like I'm playing dressing up, or should I say dress down, when I'm wearing my Eric clothes. I feel like I'm acting when I'm with my parents, being Eric. It just... doesn't seem real anymore."
"So you believe you are a girl," there wasn't a question in her voice.
Erika nodded.
"Have you had any relationships with boys?"
"What?" Erika was surprised.
"Have you gone out with any boys?"
"Well, I kind of went on a date at camp, but the guy was a jerk."
Dr. Barts wrote in the file.
"And I - I went to a party on Friday night."
"Mmmmm?"
"I... um... I kissed Julian."
"Mmmm?" Dr. Barts sounded interested. "Did you enjoy it?"
"It was... different," Erika admitted, "But I was drunk when I did it."
"Are you attracted to this boy?"
"He's cute, I guess, if that's what you mean," Erika shrugged, "But I'm in love with Tricia."
"She's one of the girls you were at camp with, right?"
Erika nodded.
"Have you had any other relationships with boys?"
"I made a friend at camp. Matt. He and I email. He's planning on meeting up after a football game next month."
"Erika, have you seen the medical Doctor yet?"
"Yes. They took a bunch of blood and made me pee in a cup."
Dr. Barts nodded, "You haven't gotten the results back yet?"
"No, why?"
"I just want to see if your blood chemical levels are in check. See what your hormone levels are. If you really want to be a girl, then you need to start thinking about what it entails. You haven't gone through much in the way of puberty. And, well, if we start now, we can likely block it from happening at all so that you don't start growing more facial hair, your voice doesn't deepen any more and you don't get too muscular."
"You can do that?" Erika asked.
"In a few years we can even encourage more feminine traits by giving you hormone treatments. You can grow your own breasts, your skin will become softer and smoother, you'll even get the mood swings that women go through."
"I can do without those," Erika grinned, "My mom says I'm moody enough as it is."
Dr. Barts smiled. "So what we will be doing, or I should say, what you will be beginning is called RLT, or Real Life Test. Where you will live as a girl in every way, twenty-four/seven. The law says that all transgender persons must complete the RLT and have several doctors' give an 'OK' before having SRS -- which is Sexual Reassignment Surgery."
"You mean they could cut off my penis?"
"They actually invert the penis and create a vagina, but it's the same effect as having been cut off, in a basic sense."
Erika thought about that for a few moments. Dr. Barts let it sink in.
"I think it's a bit premature to be thinking about cutting off body parts," Erika stated.
Dr. Barts smiled before responding, "I'm glad you aren't trying to rush things, Erika. It shows that you are being methodical about this situation and giving it real thought."
Erika nodded.
"So, I want you to talk to your mother, then have her call me as soon as you can, so that we can schedule this meeting with your father."
"Should I confront him as Eric or myself?" Erika's heart sped up a bit.
"I think I should talk it over with your mother first," was the answer from Dr. Barts, but her eyes sparkled as she made some notations in the file and placed it on her desk.
Erika rose and almost shyly gave Dr. Barts a hug, whispering a muffled, "Thank you,” into the woman's shoulder.
"You're welcome, Erika," Dr. Barts replied, giving her a brief squeeze in return.
--o0o--
Erika walked out of the building and took a deep breath of fresh autumn air. Her heart sped up and then slowed down. She was going to have to face her parents -- especially her father -- sometime in the next few days. She walked down the street to a bus stop.
Erika pulled her cell phone out as she sat on the bench.
Erika: Ive talked 2 Dr. Barts about telling my parents
Samantha: When R U telling them?
Erika: Sat.
Samantha: Shall I spread the word?
Erika: No keep it secret 4 now
Samantha: k. C U at practice
Erika rode the bus to the mall and entered the food court. She ended up eating a taco salad before walking down one of the mall's large shop-lined corridors. An eerie chill raced down her spine as she realized that the last time she was here was when Eric had been pushed into the fountain.
That made the decision for her.
She was going to confront her father. She was going to tell him that he no longer had a son but a daughter instead. The thought both frightened and thrilled her.
Erika dug into her pants pockets and counted out what money she had managed to save. 48 dollars. She smiled at the small cache of bills and entered Forever 21. A new top would be way better than this polo shirt.
She started thinking about what she might wear when she met her father for the first time as herself. Should she wear a dress? Or should would it be better to wear a slightly more feminine version of attire she wore today? What if her father became one of those 'Not under my roof!' dads? What if he made her change back into Eric and go to school as Eric? The thought horrified her. If that happened, maybe 'Eric' could switch to going to Adams High School. Would he be able to avoid being 'The Plague' there?
Think positive, she told herself.
She bought a new blue top that brought out her eyes and wore it out of the store, having stuffed the polo shirt into her duffel.
Erika looked at the clock and realized that she needed to get to school so that she didn't miss practice.
---o0o---
"How are you feeling?" Samantha greeted.
"Better than this morning. How's Tricia?"
"She didn't join us for lunch. I think she's still pretty upset."
"Where have you been all day?" Victoria asked joining them.
"Went to see my shrink."
"Cute top. Where did you find that?" Samantha looked over the cut and style.
Erika beamed, "I just got it over at Forever 21 on my way here. Like it?"
"I think I might want to borrow it."
Victoria giggled shaking her head.
"Come on, let's get to practice," Krystal told them as she passed by.
Erika changed in one of the bathrooms and joined the rally squad in the gym, stretching and getting limber before working on their routines.
"Where have you been?" Jordon asked, "I didn't see you at school today."
"I had a Doctor's appointment." Erika explained to the Rally Leader.
"Taylor was going to get all pissy if you hadn't shown up for practice," Jordon warned, "Just watch yourself."
"Thanks."
Taylor didn't say anything to her through out the practice about her missing school. She did grill her on some missed steps in one of the routines, though.
"We have to get this together for Friday's game," the squad leader berated. "You're going to look pretty funny on the field messing up!" But the comments were directed at the whole group, and Erika knew she wasn't the only one to mess up. "Practice at home, practice at lunch, practice in your sleep," Taylor instructed.
Hot and sweaty, Erika was thankful for the end of practice. She packed up her duffel and waited for Samantha and Krystal to finish.
"You going to shower?" Taylor asked.
"I'll shower at home." Erika responded.
"Okay," The dark girl's braids swung and bobbed as she turned and walked towards the locker room.
Samantha and Krystal soon finished and the three walked down the street towards home.
"You need to get rid of that make up before you get home," Samantha reminded her.
"Oh, shit, you're right," Erika swore, "I've just become so comfortable as Erika, I forget that I have to pretend to be Eric."
"Just a while longer," Samantha smiled.
Erika nodded back with a smile of her own. "Let's stop at Mickey D's, I can wash up there."
The three girls crossed the street to the McDonald's. While Erika made her reverse transformation, Samantha and Krystal ordered some fries and drinks.
"I can only have a few fries..." Krystal informed Samantha, "I've got to keep on my diet."
"You're doing great. Jorge says that you are really nailing the lifts and catches too."
Krystal blushed slightly.
Erika, back in her boy clothes and makeup scrubbed off joined them outside and said good bye to Krystal as she headed to her home.
"We missed you at school today," Samantha told Erika.
"I doubt Tricia is missing me much right now."
"Have you tried calling her?"
"Last night, she still wouldn't answer her phone."
"She just needs to chill for a while," Samantha assured Erika.
"Oh, shit, both of my parents are home," Erika swore.
"That's bad?"
"Dad usually doesn't get home until late, especially on a Monday."
"Good thing you washed up," Samantha pointed out.
"Yeah."
"Well, I hope everything is okay. See you tomorrow?"
"Sure," Erika held her arms out for a hug from Samantha.
"Thanks," she said.
"What for?" Samantha asked.
"Texting me and caring about me today."
"That's what friends are for. I just wish I could have done the same for Summer."
"Me too."
Erika took a deep breath on the front door stoop to realign her thinking to that of Eric and stepped through the door.
"I'm home," Eric called out, "I really need a shower though."
"Eric," His mother's voice was firm, "Come here."
Eric's heart skipped a beat.
Oh, shit, what is it? he thought.
Eric took two deep breaths and tried to calm his heart before rounding the corner to the kitchen.
His mother and father both sat at the kitchen table looking up at him with concerned faces.
"Where have you been?" his mother asked.
"I told you... I had that political cartoon club," Eric was trying to think fast on his feet.
"I mean where were you today?" his mother asked.
Eric's heart felt like a dead lead weight in his chest.
"I dropped by your school today and they informed me that you weren't there," his mother's voice had an icy edge to it.
By Anistasia Allread Edited by Edeyn The whole room slanted even more steeply with the vertigo. He wanted to tilt his head to compensate but knew that it wouldn't really help. Closing his eyes wouldn't do anything but make his parents think that he was ignoring them. "I - I - you don't know what it's like!" Eric wailed, "I had to do something!" Tears blurred his vision |
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Eric had to mentally force his heart to start up again and remind himself to take a breath.
"I went and saw Dr. Barts today. I... needed to talk with her."
"What about last week?" his dad asked.
"What?" Eric didn't understand the question.
"Where were you last week, when you were supposed to be in school?" he clarified.
"I was there," Eric stated.
"Not according to your school you weren't," his dad replied calmly, "They said that they haven't seen you since school started; that they believed that you had moved. So where are you going when you leave here every morning?"
Eric felt his knees go rubbery. He reached out and held onto the back of one of the chairs for support. He needed to sit. Down. Now. Vertigo was making the room slant steeply to one side and blur a bit at the edges of his vision. He took another deep breath and pulled out the chair as he fell into it.
"Answer you father," his mother demanded. "Why haven't you been in school?"
"I - I - I have been," Eric protested.
"So your school is lying to us?" his father's voice was getting louder.
"No, not exactly..." Eric's mind was racing to figure out how to diffuse this, and came up empty.
With a shuddering sigh at the inevitability of what he was about to say, he looked up, took a deep breath and said simply, "I'm going to school as someone else."
"You didn't dare!" his mother yelled causing Eric to flinch, "How could you?"
The whole room slanted even more steeply with the vertigo. He wanted to tilt his head to compensate but knew that it wouldn't really help. Closing his eyes wouldn't do anything but make his parents think that he was ignoring them.
"I - I - you don't know what it's like!" Eric wailed, "I had to do something!"
Tears blurred his vision.
His father's face was one of confusion as he looked from his wife to his son and back to his wife.
"Oh my God, Eric! How could you?" his mother screamed, “How could you!?”
"Nobody knows!" Eric screamed back, "Except my friends," he added with a sniffle as tears began coursing down his face.
"Nobody knows what?" his dad asked, "What did you do? What is going on?"
"Your son is... " his mother began, and then stopped. "I can't even say it," she said, aghast.
"I was planning to tell you both on Saturday," Eric tried to explain, "That's why I went to see Dr. Barts today."
"Tell us what?" His dad insisted.
"Dad, I'm a girl. I've been going to school as a girl." It rushed out of his mouth.
Eric braced himself for the bomb to go off. He closed his eyes and flinched as he expected his father to either shout, or hit him. When neither happened, he cracked open his eyes. His father's face was one of shock. Instead of a red faced ticking explosion, he found a face frozen, drained of color, mouth slightly ajar and in utter shock.
His mother's face, though, was one of rage. "How could you, Eric? How could you?"
His father's face fell into his hands. His mother turned to his father. Her voice turned to one of concern, "Are you all right? Honey? Honey?"
"I'm so sorry, Eric," his father mumbled, "I should have seen it. I should have known."
Now it was his mother's turn to be confused. Eric's too.
"Known what?" she asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I was hoping that it was an isolated case," his father shook his head, his face still covered by his hands, "God, I had hoped it wouldn't be like this."
Eric wiped the tears from his face with the backs of his arms. What was his father mumbling about? Here he was prepared for rage, yelling, shouting, grounding -- even hitting -- but this? This was unexpected.
"I'm so sorry," his father muttered behind his hands. He wiped tears from his own eyes and looked across the table at Eric.
"How long?"
"How long for what?" Eric asked.
"How long have you known you were a girl?"
Eric was puzzled. From the look on his mother's face, she was just as puzzled as he was.
"I've... I've been... Erika... since, um, since summer camp," Eric admitted.
His dad nodded his head, "That explains some of it," he said cryptically, his eyes not entirely focused. He wiped another tear from his cheek. "So you've been going to school as a girl?"
Eric nodded, having completely lost the power of speech.
"What is your name?"
"Erika Summers."
His dad just nodded. His mother was dumbstruck, too. She just looked from her son to her husband as if she didn't know either one.
"And you've been seeing Dr. Barts for this?"
Eric nodded again.
“And no one at school has noticed?" his father asked slightly surprised.
Eric shook his head, then stopped, reconsidering. "One guy has but he said he didn't care and would keep it secret, that I seemed happier as Erika."
"You must make quite an impression."
Eric didn't know what to say or do at this point.
"You're okay with this?" his mother was coming out of her shock, "You're okay with your son dressing up as a girl and traipsing around school as a freaking fairy?"
His dad looked straight across the table locking Eric's eyes to his, "No, but I'm okay with my - my daughter being herself."
For a brief moment Eric was confused. Did his dad just say what he thought he just said. A wave of dizziness almost blinded him for a moment as blood flooded back into his brain.
"What?!" his mom cried.
"You're okay that your son is dressing like a girl? Okay with him acting like a girl?"
"If she is, in fact, a girl then... yes."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this," his mother ranted.
Eric wasn't sure he could believe it either.
She glared at her husband, "I can't believe that you of all people are supporting this!"
Eric's dad reached over and grabbed his mother's hands and held them firmly. “Calm down. Let me explain."
Eric's limbs felt heavy, and drained. Not just from rally practice but also from this emotional rollercoaster that he didn't remember buying a ticket for.
His dad looked from his mom to him and back. "You've both heard me talk about my favorite uncle, Uncle Will."
Eric nodded.
"Before you were born," he looked at Eric, "before I met you," he looked at his wife, "Uncle Will took me out fishing. After a couple of beers he told me that he was changing his life. He told me that he had always felt out of place in society that he felt like he was faking it all of the time. I nodded in agreement with him because I think we all feel like we are faking it from time to time. He then explained to me that he was living a lie, that he had to tell me something that may be hurtful. He then told me pretty much what you are telling me, Eri - ka."
Eric's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his father calling him Erika. With that heartbeat she adjusted her self-alignment.
"Later that week, he told my grandmother, my mother and the rest of the family the same thing. The family disowned him, banished him. My grandmother told him to never contact any of them again. That was the day that my Uncle Will died. He didn't die in a car crash, he died when he left the family and became who he really was... Carrie."
Realization slowly dawned on Erika's mother's face, "You mean your crazy Aunt Carrie?"
Erika's father nodded. "I only have contact with Aunt Carrie through letters, and emails, but I keep in contact with her despite my grandmother's and my mother's wishes. I loved my Uncle Will and I love my Aunt Carrie."
Erika's father looked across the table, "and I love my child. Eric or Erika, I love you."
Tears poured out of Erika's eyes.
"I can't believe I'm hearing this," Erika's mother pulled her hands out of her husband's grasp and stood up. "This is just a phase! A cry for attention! A game! I can't believe you are going to play along with this - this silly game of his," she stressed the last word with a glare at Erika and stormed out of the room.
Erika could hear her mother snatch up her keys and then slam the front door to the house.
Erika's dad shook his head, tears still in his eyes, "She just needs time."
Erika pinched the back of her arm hard enough to break the first layer of skin. Was this a dream? She bit the inside of her cheek, almost to the point of drawing blood. Pain hadn't awakened her from this strange string of events.
"Now, young lady, you had your mother and I extremely worried today, where did you go?"
Erika heard her mother's car start up and peel out of the driveway.
"Well, I started to go to school with Samantha like always," Erika began, "But on the way there, I became upset and needed some time to be alone and to just think. I wandered about and ended up at a playground near the Skate Park. I went to the batting cages for a bit to hit balls and think. I used the card you gave me," she paused, smiling at her father, "Then I decided that I needed Dr. Barts' help and took a bus to her office."
Erika looked at her father, just to make sure that this wasn't a dream. "I went to talk to her about how best to tell you what has been going on. We decided to make an appointment for this coming Saturday. I guess that doesn't need to happen, now" she sighed.
"No, I think it should still happen. A sit down between the three of us and a shrink would be a good idea."
"Really?" Erika looked surprised.
Her father nodded.
"Well, after that I took a bus to the mall and grabbed some lunch, and I... uh... bought a blouse," color flooded her face, "Then I had to get back to school for practice," that last word slipped out and she lifted a hand to cover her mouth as her heart thudded hard against her chest.
"Practice? I thought you were in a political cartoon club."
"I sorta lied," Erika looked away as she admitted, "I am on the rally squad."
"You're a cheerleader?" her father asked in disbelief.
"Kind of. It's the Rally Squad, we dance and cheer, but we don't do the tumbling and dangerous stuff. Or go to away games."
"You're a cheerleader," her father seemed to be having trouble wrapping his head around that.
Erika nodded.
"Does your mother know you are a cheerleader?"
Erika shook her head, "No, she didn't even know I was going to school as a girl."
"So,” her father said, “My son is not only a girl... but a cheerleader?"
"Rally Squad, Dad, I'm a, uh, Rally girl," the admittance of being a girl both thrilled and frightened her, "And then I came home."
Erika's father just stared at her from across the table. A long moment passed before her father sighed. He looked around him as if waking up. "We were so upset worrying about you that we didn't get dinner. Are you hungry?"
Erika's stomach betrayed her at the mention of food, "Yes."
"Why don't you go up and take your shower, get dressed and I'll take my daughter out to dinner."
"Really?"
Her father smiled, "Just don't take an hour like your mother."
Erika jumped up from her chair and began to run out of the room. She stopped, changed directions and ran into her father's arms, hugging him fiercely for a few seconds before sprinting off and upstairs.
By Anistasia Allread Edited by Edeyn "So my cheerleader daughter is a lesbian? This sounds like some fantastical story you'd find online -- mind you, not one of the smutty sites, but one of the classy ones." Erika rolled her eyes. |
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Erika was on cloud nine, or should she make that cloud 11?
"Whoa! Now I know why you haven't been recognized at school, you're beautiful," her father smiled, "You know, you look like your mother when she was about your age."
"That's what she said, too."
"Hmmm," her father made a noise, "Turn around, lets see?"
Erika slowly twirled around. She didn't have any of her nice clothes with her so she put on a pair of jeans, her new blue blouse and some pumps to dress it all up a bit.
Her father stepped forward, "Hi, I'm your Dad."
"Hi, Dad, I'm your daughter, Erika Sum - er - Martin."
Her dad stood awkwardly for a moment, before Erika made the move and stepped forward wrapping her arms around her dad... Her dad. Not his, but her dad.
Her father took her to Chili's for dinner, one of her favorite places to eat. There, they had a heart-to-heart talk.
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Just because I'm Erika now, it doesn't mean that I would mind going camping or fishing with you. Dr. Barts said that my being Erika might stop those kinds of events."
Her father smiled, "I don't know if you and I either one are meant to go fishing based off of our last trip," he chuckled.
Erika giggled with him.
"Besides, you are still grounded."
Erika nodded.
"You are to be home as soon as cheer practice is over."
"I have to be at the game on Friday. It's a home game."
Her father thought about this for a few moments, "When do you have to be there?"
"As a member of the Rally Squad, we stay after school and do Rally stuff, then we perform at the game."
"Then, I'll take you home from the game."
"I'm sure I can get a ride from one of the girls."
"Nah, I'll be there anyway. I'll just take you home."
"You'll be there?"
"I've got to cheer for my cheerleader daughter and her school," he smiled, "They have a good football team don't they?"
Erika wasn't sure if she was pleased or mortified. Her father in the stands watching her stumble through a dance routine?
"So, the other night when you came home with swollen lips, was that from kissing a boyfriend or a girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend," Erika avowed, "Tricia."
"So my cheerleader daughter is a lesbian? This sounds like some fantastical story you'd find online -- mind you, not one of the smutty sites, but one of the classy ones."
Erika rolled her eyes.
"So how did this all come about?" her father inquired.
Erika related the summer spent at Camp Kumoni to her father. She edited some of the more graphic things, not wanting to shed a negative light on things after his trust and understanding in her. The Good Parts version.
"And your mother has known since Parents' Day?"
Erika nodded, "She didn't know how you would take it given your family's prejudicial nature."
"They are quite, ah, vocal. A lot of it has to do with Uncle Will," Mr. Martin nodded, "So, why did you decided to enroll in school as Erika?"
"I couldn't go back to being 'The Plague,' Dad. I just... couldn't."
"Were things that bad?"
"I really don't want to talk about that tonight," Erika ended the topic.
"Okay, okay," he sat back in his chair muttering something about mothers and daughters, "We have bigger fish to fry anyway. We have to reconcile with your mother, and then there is something we like to call 'my' family to deal with. They may have banished one family member, but I won't let them banish another. In fact, I'm going to give Aunt Carrie a call and invite her to Thanksgiving."
"Really? I've never met her," Erika bounced, "Can you ask her to bring some fudge with her?"
Mr. Martin laughed.
--o0o--
Her mother's car was in the drive when they returned and parked. Their cheerful mood became more subdued as he turned off the truck. The two sat in the truck for a long moment.
"I need to have a long talk with your mother," her dad said.
"I think we'll need several long talks with one another," Erika agreed.
The two of them slowly walked into the mostly dark house.
"Go on upstairs, and get ready for school tomorrow."
"Yes, Daddy," Erika said automatically.
She paused. Had she really just called him, 'Daddy?' She looked at her dad who was smiling.
"Thank you for dinner."
"You're welcome. Go on now."
Erika raced up to her room as fast as her heeled shoes could carry her without doing bodily damage.
Erika kicked off her pumps into a corner of the room not caring for once that they were still in plain sight. Actually, kind of reveling in the fact that they were still in plain sight for once! She then fell back on her bed and took a deep breath.
"If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up," she informed her ceiling.
She reached over to her desk and grabbed her cell phone. Two messages, both from Samantha. Instead of listening to them, she dialed her friend.
"So what happened?" Samantha asked answering the phone, "Are you all right?"
"I'm doing well, I'm doing fine," Erika told her, "My mom went by the school today to pick me up and was told that I wasn't enrolled there."
"Oh, shit! And you're okay?"
"I had to confront them both and tell them what was going on."
"And you're still alive?"
"My Dad was... incredible," Erika gushed. "He was shocked at first, but it was like a switch went off and he accepted me as Erika, like instantly."
"No way."
"I know, I couldn't believe it either! I'm still afraid I'm dreaming," Erika related, "My mom, though, was pissed and took off, so Daddy told me to change and he took me out to dinner."
"You're playing with me, aren't you?" Samantha asked, awed. "This is recorded and I'll be on YouTube or Punk'd or something."
"No, I'm serious," Erika told her friend, "My dad didn't blow up or anything."
"Maybe he's in shock."
"Could be, but not after a couple of hours of being with him."
"Your mom's pissed though?"
"Yes, she's the one who snapped. I don't know what happened. She said that she thought that this was just a phase or a way to get attention, like she never believed me despite what Dr. Barts talked to her about. She got mad and left... she's back now. I think my dad is talking to her."
"Have you called Tricia?"
"No, she hasn't answered my phone all day."
"Do you want me to call her?"
"Will she answer?"
"I don't know but it's worth a try."
"Okay."
"I'll call you back," Samantha promised.
Erika hung up and decided to pull all of her stuff out of hiding. She didn't have a whole lot, but for the first time, she was able to arrange the limited makeup she had on her bathroom counter. She pulled clothes out from under her mattress, as well as out from under stacks of paper in her desk drawers and hung them up in her closet, trying to ignore the wrinkles hiding the clothing had caused.
She could hear muffled voices of her parents talking and arguing downstairs. She couldn't make out what they were saying. She didn't want to, and decided to put on some music to help cancel out any of their conversation that might penetrate her walls and door.
Her phone rang. She fell on the bed grabbing the phone at the same time, "Hello?"
"Hey, its Samantha."
"What did she say?"
"She's happy that your father took it so well, but she doesn't want to talk to you right now. She is really hurt about what happened at the party."
"Oh. What exactly did happen at the party? I only remember bits and pieces."
"Well, you got drunk," Samantha started, "then she says you got mad at her for smoking a bit of pot. She then found you making out with Julian Rock."
"I remember kissing him, I don't think I made out with him."
"According to the stories going around school today you were all over him," she argued, "Then lets see... oh, yeah, you got sick and threw up all over the bathroom. Then after I chased Tricia down and coaxed her back to the party, we found you upstairs in one of the bedrooms with Julian as he was undressing you."
"He was undressing me?" Erika gulped.
"He was helping you out of your shoes and jacket when we came in... or so he says."
"Thank God."
"Then after we put you to bed, hoping you'd sleep it off, you slipped out of the party and disappeared, causing Tricia and me to hunt all over the place. No one called Tricia's mom and because of that she is grounded."
"I'd be upset with me too," Erika realized, "Was I really making out with Julian Rock?"
"From what I have heard, it was pretty steamy. You are no longer considered a lesbian at school, but a Bi."
"Is that better or worse?"
"Let's just say that you are going to be receiving a lot of propositions over the next few weeks," Samantha giggled.
"Damn!" Erika groaned.
Samantha giggled some more.
"So should I try and call Tricia? Or maybe text her?"
"Maybe send her a text or two, but unless she responds, no more than that."
"Okay."
"See you in the morning?" Samantha asked.
"Yes."
"Night."
Erika ended the phone call and pulled up her text menu. She texted Tricia apologizing for Saturday night and asked what to do to make it up to her.
Erika stripped out of her clothes, slipped on her nightgown and washed her face before sliding under her covers.
Erika was just about to drift off to sleep when a light knock came at the door followed by the door opening enough to allow a head to poke through.
"I'm going to pick you up at school tomorrow," her father informed her. "Your mother went to the school today to take you to get some more blood tests done."
"More? Why?" Erika shifted in bed, squinting at the light coming through the door.
"I'm not sure. They just said that they needed to run some more tests."
"Okay, what time?"
"I'll pick you up at ten-fifteen."
"Mom won't do it?" Erika asked.
"How would it look if a woman went to a school asking for someone one day and then someone else the next?"
"Oh."
"While I'm there, I'll arrange a meeting for next week, after we have a sit down with your Dr. Barts."
"Is Mom still mad at me?"
"She is upset at the two of us right now. She is just having a hard time with this... this whole thing."
"Why aren't you?" Erika asked sitting up in bed, her eyes now comfortable with the light shining into her room.
"Oh, I'm upset. Just not in the same way," her father told her. He came into the room and sat down on the edge of her bed.
"I'm just trying to be a loving, understanding, father," he sighed and looked away from Erika.
"When I saw what my mother's family did to Uncle Will, I told myself that I would never do that to my children. Never."
He paused and took a breath, "My mother made me distance myself from Unc - Aunt Carrie, as well. I didn't want to, but families have a way of making you behave in ways that you don't always like. I miss my Uncle Will. I know that he's the same person just in a different package, but it's... just... different."
"Dr. Barts said that would happen with us, too," Erika nodded.
Her father nodded with her.
"One thing will never change though, and that's my love for you. Boy or girl, you are mine, and I love you. Now get some sleep."
He eased himself off of her bed, and departed the room closing the door behind him.
Erika wiped a tear from her eyes and burrowed under her blankets.
"God?" she said to the ceiling, "God, please, please don't let this be a dream."
With that she closed her eyes and snuggled in for a good night's sleep.
Part 23 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Karen J. Erika blushed as students walking by laughed, pointed and whispered in her direction. She kept hearing Julian Rock's name uttered as she walked to her locker, Julian Rock, Erika Summers and making out. “Does everyone know?” Erika asked. |
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A smile lit her face as she stretched and slipped out of her nightgown and hopped into the shower.
Erika's mother wasn't anywhere around when she finally emerged from the bathroom and entered the kitchen. She fixed herself toast and poured herself a glass of milk. After finishing her breakfast she still hadn't seen or heard from her mother.
The doorbell rang. Erika put her glass in the sink and opened the door to greet Samantha.
“You're dressed,” Samantha stated the obvious.
“I didn't think I should hide, now that they both know,” Erika stated. She grabbed her duffel and stepped outside with Samantha.
“So tell me about it last night,” Samantha urged.
The two girls walked down the street as Erika divulged the dream-l occurrences of the previous night.
“Shall we stop by Tricia's” Samantha looked to her friend.
“Do you think she'll talk to me?”
“There's only one way to find out.”
The two walked up to the door and knocked.
“Why didn't you just come in?” Tricia looked at Samantha.
“I didn't know if you were open to seeing us.”
Tricia rolled her eyes. She looked at Erika and gave her a tight smile, “You're dressed?”
“My parents know, so I didn't think I needed to hide it,” Erika explained.
Tricia shrugged, “You want to take your stuff home then?”
“If that is okay?” Erika asked.
“Sure.” Tricia's posture was still tight. “I was going to move it over into Leeza's room.”
“Leeza's room?” Erika was surprised.
“She's moving out, she got a job in the city.”
“That's good isn't it?” Samantha asked.
Tricia nodded. “I'm just going to miss her.”
“I'm sorry.” Erika mumbled.
Tricia turned and entered the kitchen to finish her breakfast. “You are already dressed so we may as well hang here until it is time for school.”
The three girls sat in silence as Tricia finished eating her cereal.
“Does everyone know?” Erika asked.
“Why do you think Tricia is so upset?” Samantha explained.
Erika opened her locker and placed some things inside.
“Um, Erika?” Julian's voice caught her attention. She turned around to meet a slightly embarrassed smile.
“Hi Julian.”
“Ah, hi.” he stepped a bit closer a swirl of his musky scent filled her nostrils bringing back fuzzy memories, “You forgot these at my house the other night.” He said handing her a paper bag.
Erika peered inside with curiosity. She felt her cheeks warm as she spotted her heels and bolero jacket. She hoped she wasn't blushing too badly. “Thanks,” She managed. She stuffed the bag into her locker and turned back to the tall, handsome swimmer.
Did she really make out with this good looking guy? What was she saying? She liked Tricia! She had to mentally stop herself from physically shaking her head to clear her thoughts. Her eyes drifted back to Julian's smiling lips, she wished she could remember how they had felt.
“So, did you have a good time?” he asked. He shook his head, “I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm saying, you got drunk and were puking, how could that be fun?
Erika giggled, “Other than the puking part, I did have fun.” She admitted.
Julian's eyebrows shot up, “Really? I mean, cool, good, I'm glad.”
Erika just blushed. Other than the puking part, I had fun? She sounded like a dork - a female dork.
“Well, I'd umm...... I hope you'll come over for another party sometime.” Julian looked distracted.
Erika could feel fifty pairs of eyes watching the two of them converse. God, what will they say now? She thought. She forced a smile at Julian, “Yeah, that would be great.”
“Well, see ya.” Julian winked at her again as he stepped back from her locker and continued down the hall.
“I think he likes you.” Samantha smirked.
“He was just returning the stuff I left,” Erika excused.
Samantha just smiled bigger.
Erika was just about to close her locker when a large body slid in real close to her, “So, Erika, you swing both way's huh?” Tyler grinned. “Want to go to homecoming with a football star?”
Erika's heart was beating fast. What had Tricia told her? To turn it around on them. Erika smiled at Tyler, “That sounds like an interesting idea, do you know any football stars?”
“Uh. . . me?” He didn't sound as sure as he had.
Erika just smiled at him, not knowing how else to reply, her heart was like a jackrabbit in her chest.
“Isn't that cute,” Samantha came to the rescue, “Tyler thinks he's a football star.” She giggled.
Erika got the cue and giggled as well, closing her locker and slipping past his dumbfounded look. She joined Samantha as they walked down the hall.
“Oh my God, I can't believe I just did that?” Erika muttered for Samantha's ears.
“You're getting the hang of it,” Samantha nodded. “He did bring up a valid point though.”
“Huh?”
“Homecoming is coming up. You need to decide who you'll be going with and start working your feminine magic to get that person to ask you.”
“Feminine magic?”
Samantha nodded.
“What if I want to go with Tricia?”
Samantha shrugged, “It's not unheard of for two girls to go to the dance together, but most get a male date, or show up unaccompanied.”
“So, I shouldn't go with Tricia?” Erika asked.
“I don't know yet, let me test the waters.”
The two girl parted ways and went to their first classes.
During second period, Erika excused herself and went down to the office. She had only waited a few minutes when she saw her father walk in.
“I'm here to sign my daughter out for a doctor's appointment.” he told the receptionist.
He signed her out and walked out to the truck.
“I didn't see mom this morning,” Erika stated.
“She's still a bit upset.” her dad confirmed her fear, “Hopefully we can get a lot straightened out during the meeting on Saturday.”
“Is she really mad?”
“I don't think she's mad, just upset,” he shrugged, “So how's my girl today?” he smiled at her from behind the wheel. “I'm trying to get get used to saying that.”
“Fine,” Erika smiled back.
“Anything happen this morning at school?”
“Not really,” She shrugged. “One of the Neanderthals from the football team asked me to Homecoming with him.”
“You were asked to Homecoming?” her father's eyes darted from the road to meet hers and then back at the road.
“He's one of the jerks who used to pick on me. There is no way I'm going to Homecoming with him.”
“Oh.” Her father was silent for a moment. “This is kind of strange for me, Erika,” He admitted, “I've only had a daughter for a little more than twelve hours and I'm already having to worry about her dating.”
“I'm not dating.”
“What about Tricia?” he asked.
“She's not speaking to me right now,” Erika explained, “She got into a lot of trouble over Saturday night.”
“Hmmm. Sounds like you have some making up to do.”
“But how?” Erika asked.
“What would you like her to do if you were upset with her?”
Erika thought about it for a while.
“Flowers and a written apology are always a good start.” Mr. Martin suggested.
“I've already apologized.” Erika explained.
“In writing?”
“No.”
“I suggest that you sit down and write her an apology letter tonight,” he pulled into the parking lot, “Don't make excuses, just tell her that you are sorry and how much you care for her,” he paused, “Don't email her with it, hand write it. I can take you over there tonight to deliver it if you'd like.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Erika beamed at her father.
“Sure. I'm in no hurry except having to be back for Rally practice.” Erika climbed into the truck.
“Oh, I found someplace for you to go for self defense classes.” Mr. Martin started up the truck and pulled out of the lot. “There is a guy who used to be in a gang in the city. After he served time in jail, he put his life on a different track and now teaches people how to defend their selves.”
“Like Karate and boxing mixed?” Erika asked.
“More like dirty street fighting, using your brains and what you have around you to get out of a tough situation.”
“Sounds scary.”
“Now that you are a girl, I am more adamant about you doing this.”
“Okay, but I can only miss Tuesdays of Rally. I already spoke to Taylor about it.”
“Tuesday's huh?”
Erika nodded as they pulled into Applebee's.
The two walked into the restaurant lobby to meet Mrs. Martin's tight lipped smile. “Hi.” She greeted, eyes darting to Erika then back to her husband.
“Hi mom,” Erika greeted uncertainly.
The hostess arrived to break the uncomfortable situation and seated them. The restaurant was busy with businessmen and women, sitting down for lunch, several groups of women, probably secretaries sat talking and laughing loudly. Another group of what looked to be soccer mom's sat casually enjoying one another's friendship while their kids were in school.
Erika and her mother both ordered salads, while her father ordered some chicken. The waiter smiled warmly at Erika before taking the menus and heading into the noisy kitchen with its clatter of plates and hissing of broilers.
“Erika told me that she missed you this morning,” Mr. Martin tried to encourage communication.
“I left early,” Mrs. Martin replied, “I had some errands to do.”
“Oh?” Mr. Martin looked interested.
“I went to see Dr. Barts to talk to her about this — this situation.”
“And?” Erika's father asked.
“She's relieved that Eric — Erika has spoken to us and told us what is happening. She is still interested in seeing us together on Saturday.”
“What did you talk about?” Mr. Martin asked.
“About my feelings about this change.”
“What are those?” he prompted.
“I don't like it one bit,” Erika's mother stated. She turned to Erika, “People are looking at you, staring at you.”
“I didn't see anything unusual,” Mr. Martin stated, “People, often look when they see two beautiful women pass by.”
“But one of them isn't a woman,” Mrs. Martin protested with a hiss.
“That waiter didn't seem to notice,” Mr. Martin chuckled, “In fact I saw his eyes straying to Erika the whole time he was here.”
Erika felt her face flush, “Daaaad.”
“Honey, this is something that we are all three going to have to work through. I don't want to see Erika alienated like my Aunt Carrie was.”
Erika's mother let out a frustrated breath.
“Did Dr. Barts say why Erika had to give more blood?”
Mrs. Martin was quiet for a moment, “Something about some inconclusive results or something.”
“What kind?” Erika asked.
“I — I don't remember. I was a bit busy dealing with other issues at the moment.” Mrs Martin was a bit short.
“Here we are.” The waiter interrupted, placing everyone's plates down, “Can I get you anything else?”
“No, thank you.” Mr. Martin smiled.
The three ate in silence for a long while, their thoughts drowning out the ordered chaos of the restaurant.
“I'll set up an appointment for us to sit down with your Principal when I drop you off, Erika,” Mr. Martin broke the silence, “I'll also talk to that guy about Tuesday Self Defense classes.”
Erika nodded.
The conversation died again.
“How is your salad?” Mr. Martin asked.
“Good.” Both Erika and her mother answered.
The three went back to eating and avoiding each other's gaze. A loud roar of laughter erupted from the soccer moms catching everyone's attention.
“So have you decided if you want to go to Homecoming?” Erika's father asked.
Erika's mother paused in her eating.
“I really haven't thought too much about it,” Erika admitted.
“You need to figure that out soon. You'll need time to shop for a dress.” her father stated.
Erika's mother grabbed for a glass of water and took two large gulps, then took a couple of deep breaths.
Mr. Martin looked at his wife, “Well, it is something we need to address.”
Erika's mother, her face drained of color just stared off into space for a few moments.
“Well? If I can't have a son on the varsity football team, I can at least hope for a daughter who is in the homecoming court.”
Erika choked on her water, “Daaaad.” She hissed.
“She's still pretty upset.” Erika agreed.
“She needs some time,” her father nodded. He pulled out of the parking lot and started down the road. “So, Erika, now that you're out as a girl, how are you doing with your wardrobe?”
“Um. It's kind of small. Samantha and Tricia have been letting me borrow things to wear so that I'm not wearing the same old thing day after day.”
“MmmmHmm.” Mr. Martin nodded, “Okay, well, I'll see what I can do about that. Can you wear some of your boy clothes as part of your wardrobe?”
“Only bits here and there, not really.”
“Hmm.”
They pulled into the school parking lot and parked the truck. “Okay, I'll meet you here right after Rally practice, okay?” it wasn't a question. “You're still grounded, remember.”
“Yes, daddy.” Erika sighed.
The two walked side by side into the school and her dad signed her in. “Have a good afternoon, honey, see you tonight.” he turned to the receptionist, “I need to set up a meeting with the Principal for early next week.”
Part 24 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Karen J. Mr. Martin pulled into Tricia's driveway. Erika shifted the flowers once again from one hand to the other. Mentally she skimmed over what was written and sealed in the envelope addressed to her friend. Along with that letter was a card that she had filled out with an apology to Tricia's parents. |
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“Fine. Tiring.” Erika pulled herself into the truck and sat down.
“Bye Erika.” Melinda waved.
Erika waved back.
“Who's that?” her dad asked.
“Melinda. She's the head cheerleader.”
Mr. Martin started up the truck and pulled out of the school parking lot. “I had another talk with your mother this afternoon.”
“Yeah?”
“I think she is worried that you are just in a passing phase of this whole gender identity thing. I have my own concerns as well.” he stated, “This is a very important move to make and one not to be taken lightly. It's difficult to say 'hey, I'm a girl now' changing up everyone's lives and then decide a few months or even a year or two later to change your mind and say “Ooops I've decided that I'm really a boy after all'.”
“I know,” Erika stared out the front of the truck, “I've been thinking a lot about it as well. Dr. Barts has my mind so tied up with things that I need to think about that. So much is going on that I think my head is going to burst.”
Mr. Martin nodded. “How far are you thinking of taking this? Are you thinking of taking hormones? Have surgery, or several surgeries?”
“I'm not sure yet.” Erika admitted. “I am still getting to know who I am. I think that over the last few years that I suppressed a lot of me; you know, with dealing with Summer's death, and being picked on at school, not having any friends and stuff.”
Her father nodded.
“As this, as me, Erika, I feel much more alive, more comfortable with who and what I am.” she paused. “I feel more confident and sure of myself as Erika. I don't feel like I'm hiding.”
She looked at her dad, who nodded.
“Well, I'm hiding that I am a boy, but personality-wise I feel like I'm not hiding.”
The two drove in silence for a bit.
“Dad?” she asked.
“Yes?”
“I was wondering if it would okay to build a rope course in our back yard.”
“A what?”
“A rope course. We have those two tall fir trees back there, and if we can use some anchor bolts we can also tie it into the house, it would be great.”
“Where is this all coming from?” her father asked.
“Well when I was at camp we had this rope obstacle course, and I was really good at it. I helped Skyler take it down and he explained to me how to build one. It would be really cool to mess around on, especially since I'm grounded.”
“That is something I'll have to talk to your mother about. Sinking anchor bolts into the side of a house is not something to do lightly.”
“Oh.”
“Your mother and I have been talking for a while now about something, and I went down and put it into action this afternoon,” Her father glanced over at her. “You will be receiving an ATM card in the mail sometime next week.”
Erika looked at her father unsure of where this was going.
“The first of every month I will have an amount of money deposited into that account for you. It won't be much, but this way you will be able to do things and buy things without pestering your mother and I for cash all of the time.”
“Really?” Erika was excited. Part of her remembered the conversation she had with Pete just a few days ago. Was she becoming one of those whose parents just gave her a card to go nilly willy with?
“We will start with one hundred and fifty a month, but,” he cautioned, “You'll be using it to buy clothes and makeup with as well as your movies and music.”
One hundred and fifty a month? Erika thought to herself. Imagine what she and Samantha could do with that much at the thrift store!
“In light of your new predicament though, I have decided to deposit some additional money into your account so that you might be able to get some clothes and stuff so that you won't have to borrow from your friends.”
“Oh? Thank you Daddy!” Erika almost bounced in her seat.
“Just understand that once that allowance is gone, it is gone. We won't be giving you extra to bail you out. You need to learn financial responsibility.”
“I will Daddy. I mean, I understand.”
Her father looked at her with a funny smile.
“What?” she asked suddenly self conscious.
“I'm still getting used to the whole 'Daddy' thing is all.”
“Does it bother you? I can stop.”
“No, it's just going to take me a bit to get used to it.”
Erika smiled at her father. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her time with him over the past few days seemed like a dream. A dream that she didn't want to ever end.
Mr. Martin pulled into Tricia's driveway. Erika shifted the flowers once again from one hand to the other. Mentally she skimmed over what was written and sealed in the envelope addressed to her friend. Along with that letter was a card that she had filled out with an apology to Tricia's parents.
“It's not going to deliver its self,” her dad stated as the engine idled.
“I know.” Erika took a deep breath and got out of the truck being careful not to crush or damage the flowers.
She walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. It all seemed so formal after having spent the past few weeks just walking into the house in the morning. Foot steps approached the door. She thought she could hear a brushing noise as someone leaned forward to look through the little peep hole. The handle turned and Mrs. Thompson opened the door.
“Tricia's not allowed to have visitors,” she stated.
“I know.” Erika bit her lower lip. “I just wanted to stop by. Could you give these to her for me?” she asked holding out the flowers with the letter tucked inside. “And I brought this by for you,” she added holding the card out for Mrs. Thompson. “I really am sorry about what took place last weekend.”
Mrs. Thompson smiled tight lipped. “Thank you,” she stated, “I'll make sure she gets these.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Thompson.” Erika backed up a step or two. “Would it also be okay if I got some of my clothes that Tricia has?” Erika asked.
“You have clothes here?” Mrs. Thompson asked.
“Yes, Tricia's been keeping them for me.”
“Oh, all right, but hurry up. I don't want you loitering, you hear?”
“Yes Ma'am.” Erika waved to her dad then disappeared into the house.
Tricia appeared as Erika made it half way up the stairs.
“I'm here-”
“I heard.” Tricia cut her off. “Do you have anything to put them in?”
Erika shook her head, “I didn't think your mother would allow me in.”
“I'll grab my suitcase. Just bring it back tomorrow.” Tricia led Erika into Leeza's room and opened the closet doors.
“Thanks.”
She and Tricia hurridly stuffed clothes and shoes into the suitcase.
“Thank you again, Mrs. Thomson," Erika said pulling the suitcase after her as she walked back to her dad waiting in the truck.
She witnessed her father waving to Tricia's mother as she rounded the truck.
“That wasn't so bad was it?” her father asked as he backed the truck up.
“No. Thanks for the idea and for the ride, Dad.”
Her father nodded.
When Erika got home she went up to her room and got on the net to check her email.
Hey there girlfriend,
How are things going with you? You are on the cheer squad? That is awesome! How are you keeping that a secret from your parents? How is Samantha and Krystal doing? I don't hear much from them, I guess they're too busy for little ole me. ;)
Derek and are are still doing wonderful. Homecoming is coming up. And guess who asked me to his dance? As if you had to guess. I'm so excited. Mom is making me a dress. I think she is excited too. Derek and a few friends have all pitched in to get a limo for the night, isn't that cool? Can you picture it, Me in my gorgeous dress stepping out of a limo as if on the red carpet?
Anyway, just wanted to drop you a line. What's going on with you?
Dani
Erika looked at her phone. She was hoping Tricia would call her, even if it was just to say that she got the flowers and letter. She sighed and wrote Dani a reply and told her about the party, and then having to confront her parents. She told her how she was delighted that her father was so taking this whole thing the right way.
She picked up her phone, checked to make sure that the volume was on and that the battery was at full power then set it back down.
Hey there, Wannabe
So half of the Columbine girls are cheerleaders now, huh? Wow, who'd ever think that you of all people would turn out to be a cheerleader? Not bad for having worn your first skirt last summer. :) How is Krystal doing with her weight? Is she still dieting even though she is working out more?
Things here are same old same old. Not much changes here. Dad finds excuses to be gone so that he doesn't have to deal with me. I think he's going to Rio next, I wish he would take me with him. Rio is supposed to have the best looking guys in the world. I heard that down there Everyone does plastic surgery, even the guys. The beaches are supposed to be great too.
So do you think you might find yourself back at Camp Kumoni? It would be great if we could all get the same cabin again. Think of all the fun we could have. lol.
Keep me in the loop,
Rachel
Erika shot a similar email off to her gruff friend before pulling up her latest drawing and working on it. It was almost finished and she was way over due to posting a comic. She finished just before bedtime and posted it, flagging several fans' emails to let them know that it had been updated.
She almost jumped across the room when her phone rang. She snatched it up, “Hello?”
“Hey Erika,”
It was Samantha.
“Oh, hi.” she sounded subdued.
“Whoa, sorry.” Samantha stated.
“No, it's just that I've been hoping Tricia would call,” Erika explained what she and her father had done.
“Oh, well, I just called to say that because we don't have to stop for you to get changed, that I'll be stopping by a little later in the morning.
“Oh, that's right. I get to sleep in a little. I'll have to change my alarm.”
“Do you want me to call Tricia?” Samantha offered.
“No. My dad told me to let her make the next move.”
“Oh, okay, well, I'll see you in the morning.”
Erika hung hung up and went into the bathroom, taking her phone with her, to get ready for bed.
“There's a bagel and some O.J. In the kitchen for you,” Erika's mother said poking her head in her room.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
Erika finished putting her mascara on and stood back to check herself in the mirror. She picked up some lip gloss and finished off her lips before slipping her shoes on and heading down stairs.
The bagel had already been toasted and was starting to cool. She smeared some cream cheese on it, and began tearing into it.
It had been strange being able to sleep in a little, and it was only a little. She still needed time to get ready. She always felt a bit rushed at Tricia's.
She was just finishing up when the familiar knock came at the door.
“Bye, Mom!” she called. She downed the rest of her orange juice, scooped up her duffel and greeted Samantha at the door.
“Oh, it's cold out here.” Erika noted as the door closed behind her.
“We need to hurry, it looks like it's going to rain,” Samantha warned. “I can't wait to get my license.”
“Neither can I.”
“Do you have an umbrella?” Samantha asked showing the handle of hers sticking out of her duffel.
“Looks like I'm going to have to buy one.”
Erika paused at the driveway as Samantha continued up to Tricia's door.
Samantha turned around, “Aren't you coming?”
“I'll wait here for you, I don't want to impose until Tricia is ready.” Erika stated.
Samantha shrugged and continued to the door.
“Thank you for the flowers,” Tricia greeted with a shy smile, “and the letter.”
“You're welcome.” Erika shrugged.
Tricia wrapped Erika in a big hug, “You've almost won my mother back over with the card too. She was very impressed. Was it your mother's idea?”
“No, My mom and I aren't really talking much right now.”
“Oh. Well, my mom thought the card was a nice touch.”
“I truly am sorry.”
“I know,” Tricia pulled back. “I'm partially upset with myself too. I should have called my mom as soon as I saw how drunk you were.”
“Well, we can't do much about that now.” Erika offered.
“No. I put the flowers in a vase on my dresser. How did you know I like pink?” she grinned.
“I wonder.” Erika rolled her eyes.
“Okay, are you two done making up now?” Samantha interrupted.
“Yes.” Erika and Tricia said together then giggled.
“So tell me about everything that I've missed.” Tricia looked to her friend.
Erika began detailing the past few days and the plans for the next week or so.
Part 25 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Karen J. “Feels good doesn't it,” Samantha said from behind her. Erika nodded. “You coming to the party at Greg's?” “I'm grounded,” Erika reminded her, “My dad is here to take me home.” |
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Erika and the other Rally girls stopped the routine that they were working on and joined Melinda and the cheer squad.
“For some of you this is your first time cheering at a game.” Melinda fixed a few in the crowd with a smile. “You'll be just fine. We all get nervous before a game even the ones that have been doing this for a few years. If you get lost, just watch your leaders and fake it until you can get back into the groove.” She paused to let that sink in.
“The first thing we do when we get out there is to set up or gear, then we do a few cheers for the student body. We'll then go around to the other side of the field to do our dance routine and a few cheers for the season ticket holders before going back to the student body.
Just before the start of the game, we'll make the tunnel along with the marching band and cheer the players as they race onto the field to the fight song. Then it's back to the stands for keeping the cheers going and the crowd rowdy and in the game. Got it?” she looked around. To nodding heads. “Alright, lets go.”
Erika found herself walking around the track carrying a duffel. She still felt the urge to pull her skirt down, but every time she did, she would get looks from Samantha, as well as Jordon and Taylor.
Some of the die hard foot ball fans were already waiting at the entrance to the field. The vendors were hard at work preparing the food for the night's hungry spectators. A few security officers stood at various spots next to the roped off field smiling at the cheer and rally squad as they made their way to their designated area.
She was half way around the field when the powerful lights snapped on, giving the entire field a white, washed out glow. The morning's rain left water droplets clinging to the blades of grass like dew sparkling as if the field was covered diamonds under the bright lights.
“Keep limber,” the blonde Jordon muttered to Erika, “With the nights getting cooler, it's easier to cramp up or strain a muscle.”
“Thanks, Jordon.”
A commotion at the gates caught her attention. Erika looked back to see that the gates had been opened and people were making their way to their seats and concessions.
“If you have to go to the bathroom, go now.” Melinda called out to the rest of the girls as they stowed their duffels under a bench next to one of the security guards.
“Will they be safe here?” Erika asked Samantha.
“Yes, Dan here has been guarding our stuff and this section of the field for years. No one has ever had anything stolen. Have they Dan?”
“Not on my watch,” the guard smirked.
The people at the gates parted as the marching band in their red and white uniforms playing the fight song marched onto the track and began marching around the field to their reserved section.
“They finally got some good cadences and songs this year.” Taylor stated for the new girls' to hear. “Last year we couldn't dance to any of their pieces.
Erika watched as the stands started to fill up with noisy groups of people gathering in clumps, laughing, talking and even singing. Memories of her nightmare flashed through her consciousness. She shook her head to clear the thoughts, her ponytail flicking across her cheeks as it swung side to side.
Erika joined a few of the other girls as they jumped In place and began stretching in the cooling evening.
“Okay girls, lets get started!” Melinda directed.
The Rally girls separated to flank each side of the Cheer squad. They spread out and stood straight with arms at their sides, feet together as they waited for their cue.
As the cheer started, Erika could feel her body just take over. Her arms and legs obeyed the trained moves. She danced and yelled as they had practiced.
At the end of the cheer, the Cheerleaders went into some tumbling moves. A couple of the guys tumbled past each other in front of the squad doing back flips and hands springs. Erika had seen them practicing in the gym, but it had mats. Here it was just the track.
The squads did a couple of more cheers then made their way back to the other side of the track where the ticket holders were settling in for the game.
“These people pay good money for their seats,” Taylor explained, “They need to be shown that they are appreciated.
A few of the people in the stands began cheering as the girls took up their places for their routines. A flush of embarrassment flashed over Erika's face, but then she didn't have time to think as the music started and the dance began.
The two squads did a few more cheers and dances, getting some in the crowd to join in as they yelled, stomped and clapped.
“Here we go Warthogs! Here We Go! Here We Go Warthogs! Here We Go!”
On her way back to the other side of the field, Erika heard her name. She looked in the direction of it's call and spotted her father waving and smiling from the stands. Erika waved back blushing slightly.
The band was already on the field playing their pre-game show. Taylor, Melinda and the others gathered up the squad and headed for a goal post.
“We've got to cheer them on to the field,” Jordon explained, “Make the tunnel.”
Erika joined the rest of her squad creating a line opposite of Samantha and her squad's line. The marching band in their red and white joined the lines and waited for their cue.
Large red uniforms with white helmets came pouring out of the locker room. The band struck up in the fight song and the cheerleaders raised a large paper wall. Both sides of the field stomped and cheered. The wall of red and white picked up speed and plowed through the paper wall and ran out on the field, arms raised in eager anticipation.
Erika's heart beat hard and loud as she was taken up in the excitement of the game. The girls of the squad, when not cheering, explained the game to her as best as they could.
Erika had to keep her eyes down and on Taylor and Jordon during the dance. Whenever they strayed to the stands, flashbacks of her nightmare reared their ugly head.
To get a cheer going, Jordon or Samantha would run over to where the marching band was in the stands and tell the Drum Major who would pass it to the band. Once the cheerleaders started the cheer, the band automatically picked it up and cheered with them, encouraging the rest of the student body as well as others to join.
“Washington! Washington! Go! Fight! Win!”
And win they did. Erika couldn't believe what a high she was on having her school football team winning a game that she cheered at. Her body was tired, her voice hoarse from yelling and she couldn't wipe the smile off from her face.
“Feels good doesn't it,” Samantha said from behind her.
Erika nodded.
“You coming to the party at Greg's?”
“I'm grounded,” Erika reminded her, “My dad is here to take me home.”
“Oh. Well, Maybe next week?”
“Perhaps if I am free.” Erika nodded.
Erika bid her friends and squad good night and slung her duffel up on to her shoulder and walked out to the emptying parking lot.
“You were great!” her dad greeted her at the truck. “I didn't know you could dance like that.”
“I didn't know I could dance like that.” Erika smiled as she joined her dad in the truck.
Her father smiled
“Mom didn't come?”
“I think she still needs some time.” Her father said. “We'll be able to talk about it tomorrow with Dr. Barts.”
Erika was sitting behind her father as he pulled the car into the lot in front of Dr. Barts office. It was strange yet comforting having her father with her. For the past few months she had come here to this office with her mother, never her father. Today she was there with both of her parents.
She spent a little extra time getting ready for this appointment. She took care with her hair and her make up; put on a nice skirt, blouse and pumps. When she looked in the mirror she not only looked pretty, but felt pretty.
The three walked into the Doctor's waiting room.
“Ah, Dr. Barts will be with you in just a moment,” The receptionist told them.
Erika sat on the edge of one of the seats. She was too nervous, too anxious to even look at a magazine. Each second that passed seemed like an hour.
“Mr. Mrs. Martin, Erika?” Dr Barts smiled from the door, “Please come in.”
Erika followed by her parents joined Dr. Barts in her office. A small table with chairs was set up dominating the room.
“Please, have a seat,” Dr. Barts gestured. She took a seat nearest to her desk.
Erika took up a seat to her left. To her right her father took a seat. Her mother sat opposite.
“Would you care for some coffee? Tea? I can get some lattes if you wish?” Dr. Barts asked, “I've got water here.” She gestured to a pitcher and cups on a side table.
“No thanks,” her father smiled.
Erika's mother shook her head.
“Welcome Mr. Martin, I'm glad to finally meet you.”
“It's good to finally meet you too, Dr. Barts.”
“Well, Erika,” Dr. Barts looked to her, “We are all here because we care about you and wish to help you.”
Erika flushed a little at the statement.
“So from what I have heard and gathered, you explained to your parents that you were a girl, earlier this week.”
Erika nodded.
“How does that make you feel, Mr. Martin?”
“Well. . . “ her father began, “As I told her earlier this week, whether boy or girl, she is my child. I love her and only want the best for her.”
“I am surprised at what you say,” Dr. Barts settled back, “From what your wife and child have told, me these past few months, you weren't that open-minded.”
“My family isn't open-minded,” Mr. Martin explained, “My grandmother and her family banished my Uncle Will when he came out to the family. I swore that I would never do that to my child if it were to be their fate.”
“So your family is close-minded about such issues?” Dr. Barts asked.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“How do you think they will handle this situation?”
“Not well, I'm afraid.”
“I'm sorry to hear that,” Dr. Barts included Erika and then her mother in the comment. Her gaze stayed on Erika's mom. “Mrs. Martin how do you feel about Erika's decision?”
Erika's mother was quiet for a long while. She swallowed hard and stole glances across the table at her child and husband. She then looked into her lap. “It's like I told you before, I think this is just a phase or a cry for attention.”
“Your mother has been seeing me the past few days.” Dr. Barts explained to Erika.
“I am having a hard time with this — this decision.” She admitted.
“What about this summer when you saw me?” Erika asked, “You seemed to be okay with it then.”
“I was a bit shocked, and thought that it is a phase that some go through.” Mrs. Martin explained.
“You don't believe that I feel like a girl, that I want to be a girl?” Erika asked.
“You have never shown any signs of it growing up.” Erika's mom argued, “You didn't want to play with dolls or show any feminine inclinations.”
“Would it have made a difference if he had?” Dr. Barts asked.
“I — I don't know,” her mother admitted.
“Well, I have some news that might shed some light on this whole thing.” Dr. Barts stretched behind her and pulled a file off from her desk. She set it down in front of her and flipped it open, scanning it. “I got this yesterday. It's the results of Erika's blood work.”
Erika's heart jumped. She sat forward a bit.
“One of the reasons I asked you to get the blood tests was to check Erika's hormone levels. If she decided to continue with this direction she may want to start hormone therapy. The first blood test showed some interesting results so your Doctor and I asked for a second test to confirm what we saw.” Dr. Barts looked up from the file. “The results confirmed my suspicions. . . Erika hasn't gone through puberty.”
“I've grown and am getting hair.” Erika was confused.
“Your blood tests show that your testosterone levels are very low. We then checked for estrogen levels to see if you may be producing estrogen instead. They are present, but also low. While we had the blood we also had your chromosomes tested.”
“To see if she really is a girl?” Erika's mom sat forward.
Dr. Barts nodded. “The chromosome comes up XY.” She looked at Erika, “Which means that genetically you are a boy.”
“Then why do I feel like a girl?” Erika protested.
Dr. Barts shook her head, “That is what we will continue to explore in our sessions.” She looked to Erika's parents. Erika's PCP and I feel that it would be wise for you to have Erika see an Endocrinologist, a doctor that specializes in hormones. He will do further tests and try to figure out why your body isn't producing testosterone.”
“That would explain some of what is going on.” Erika's father nodded, “What about the rest of it? Is she — could she be transgender?”
“That is a good question,” Dr. Barts smiled. “I believe that she may be, but I'd like to see what the Endocrinologist comes up with as well as what Erika and I work on in our sessions.”
“So do I get to continue being Erika?” Erika asked.
“You act and be who you feel you are.” Dr. Barts nodded.
“So what happens if this Endocrinologist can start Eric's — Erika's testosterone?” Mrs. Martin asked.
“Well, that depends upon Erika as well. If she decides to stay as she is or to transition into a girl, then the Endocrinologist may start her on estrogen. If she decides not to transition and to continue being a boy, he may start her on testosterone. It is really up to you three and me.”
“So can this lack of hormones make Eric want to be a girl?” Mrs. Martin asked.
“It could make Erika more sensitive, less likely to fits of rage. As you can see it keeps her from developing masculine muscles and body hair. Her voice hasn't deepened.”
Erika's mom shook her head, “So it isn't just a phase?”
“I don't believe it is,” Dr. Barts stated, “I believe that she is doing the best she can with what her body is giving her.”
Erika's mother took in a deep unsteady breath.
“For the past few years, other boys Eric's age have been developing, growing taller; during that whole time, Eric has remained small, pre-pubescent. Imagine how hard it was for him to stay frozen, stuck in time. How the others surging with testosterone must have treated him.” She explained, “Look how much she has blossomed since she has become Erika.”
Erika's father nodded proudly, “She's got friends, and she's on the Rally squad.”
Dr. Barts smiled.
“I watched her last night, she's really good.” he boasted.
“Erika,” Dr. Barts looked to her, “Do you wish to continue your life as Erika?”
Erika nodded.
“Okay, if you'd like, I'll clear my schedule so that I can join you at the school to speak with the principal,” She looked to Erika's parents. “Are we all on the same page here?” her eyes drifted to Erika's mother.
Erika's mother nodded slowly, “I'm not happy about it, but I'll go along with it for now, at least until we talk to the Endocrinologist.”
Part 26 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Karen J. Dr. Barts, was waiting for her in the office lobby. “Your parents are already in there.” She stated, “Are you ready to go through with this?” “Yes,” Erika nodded. “Make sure that you are, because if you choose to change your mind later, you will lose all credibility.” Dr. Barts added. |
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“What rope thing?” Her mother asked.
“Erika was thinking about making a rope course in the back yard.”
Erika could practically feel her mother roll her eyes. “What were you thinking about?” Erika asked.
“Well,” he began, “Instead of anchoring parts into the house, I think we could get some 8x8 posts and sink them into the ground. We could anchor some eye bolts into them. That way we wouldn't have to do anything to the house.”
“Will they be strong enough?”
“Yes. How much rope are you going to need?”
“I'm not sure, a couple thousand feet maybe?”
“That much?”
“It has to be strung back and forth a couple of times just to make one bridge.”
“I think I have a 'come-along' in the garage to help tighten the rope too.”
“Cool.”
The gray overcast day looked more dreary than she felt. Erika had heard that the wet ickyness wasn't going to go away anytime soon. It had rained all night, the wind blowing it sideways made tap tap tapping noises on the window panes as she lay in bed trying to go to sleep. Even now it was coming down slow and steady.
“So, what happened this weekend with the 'rents'?” Samantha asked as Erika opened her umbrella and joined her friend on a walk to school.
“We went and saw Dr. Barts.”
“What happened there?”
“Mom is having a hard time with the change. She thinks it's just a phase. Dad is totally going along with this whole thing it's been great. I never in a million years thought he would be okay with it.”
“Didn't you say that he was like homophobic or something?” Samantha asked.
“His whole family is.”
“So what's going on with the whole 'rents' and shrink issue?” Samantha skirted a large puddle.
Erika detailed Samantha about the whole meeting. How both of her parents, Dr. Barts and she were going to sit down and explain it to the school in the afternoon, and about her hormone levels being off.
“So that took like, two hours on Saturday, what else did you do?”
“My dad and I began building a rope course in my back yard.” Erika smiled.
“You are doing what?” Samantha couldn't believe her ears.
“We are making a rope course like the one Skyler did at camp.” She explained, “We're using the two large fir trees, and we put these massive posts up near the house so that we can anchor into it.”
“That sounds cool. Can I see it after practice?”
“Sure, but we don't really have the safety stuff to go through it yet. Dad is looking on line for harnesses and helmets and stuff.”
“So you and your dad are getting along and you and you're mom aren't?”
“Yeah. She's a bit upset over it.”
“I'm sorry to hear that.”
The girls knocked on Tricia's door.
“Since when do you knock?” Tricia asked opening the door.
“Since, you have been grounded and I'm not the most favorite person on your parent's list.” Erika shrugged.
“I told you that my mom really appreciated the card.”
“I know. I just don't want to push it.” Erika explained.
Tricia closed the door behind her, stooped under Erika's umbrella and gave her a kiss. “I've missed you. How was your weekend?”
“Eventful,” Erika shrugged. She went on to explain what had happened as Samantha walked along silently, adding a comment here and there.
“So you are turning your back yard into a rope course?”
“Yes, isn't it cool?”
“Sure, for you.” Tricia smiled, “Remember we weren't very good at that. You were.”
“I know, but you could still come over and try it out.”
“Sure.”
Krystal and Victoria were waiting just inside the front doors of the school for them.
“Oh, Victoria, I need a HUGE favor,” Erika suddenly burst out. She turned pink not realizing how loud she had said the statement.
“What is it?” Victoria asked.
“I need my, I mean Eric's transcripts,” She lowered her voice even lower, “The ones we took from the office.”
“What for?”
“My parents, shrink and I are all going to talk to the principle this afternoon.” She paused as her friends all looked at her with disbelief. “We are going to set the record straight.”
“You're going to get us all expelled.” Victoria hissed.
“No I won't.” Erika argued, “I won't tell anyone that you were involved.”
“They'll figure it out.” Krystal agreed with Victoria
“I'll tell them that I took the transcripts and forged Erika's transcripts at home. I'm an artist so they'll believe me.”
“If I get expelled, or even kicked off the school paper, I will. . . I will tell your secret.” Victoria threatened.
“I won't even mention your name.” Erika promised.
“I think you should try and leave all of us out of this,” Samantha agreed.
“Come on guys,” Erika pleaded. “You've done so much for me so far, do you honestly think I'd nark on you?”
Tricia took Erika's hand and squeezed, “Not on purpose.”
“Gee thanks for the confidence.” Erika pulled her hand out of Tricia's and stormed down the hall.
“Erika!” Tricia called after her.
“Let her go,” Samantha told her. “When she gets like this, you've just got to let her blow off steam.”
Tricia looked from Samantha to the retreating Erika and back at Samantha.
Erika pulled her books out of her locker and shoved her duffel and umbrella in.
“Whoa, are you okay?” Julian's said from nearby.
Erika took a deep breath before turning around. “Yeah, I'm just frustrated.”
“About what? Didn't you have a good weekend? You looked like you were off to a good start from how you danced on Friday.”
“Thanks,” Erika did feel a sense of accomplishment. “I did have a good weekend, I'm just frustrated with my friends.”
“Really? What about?”
“It's girl stuff.” Erika closed her locker, hugged her notebooks to her chest and started sauntering down the hall with the handsome swimmer.
“Oh, speaking of girl's stuff,” Julian stopped and turned towards Erika, “Would you consider being my date for homecoming?”
Erika stopped mid-step. Did he just ask what she thought he asked? “Um. . . “ Erika felt the envious eyes of several girls in the hall staring at her. “I uh, I hadn't planned on going.” Erika didn't know what else to say.
“Well, now you can plan on going. Hopefully with me.” Julian's grin was strained.
“Can I think about it, Julian?” Erika almost flinched while asking him.
“Uh, sure, I guess.” Julian looked crestfallen even though he still smiled at her.
“I just need a day or two to talk it over with my parents.” Erika made up.
“Okay.”
“Oh, Julian,” Erika said capturing his attention.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?” Julian asked.
“No one's ever asked me to Homecoming before. Thank you, I'm flattered.” she smiled at him.
“No one has ever asked you?”
“Nope. I was always over looked before. Kind of the ugly duckling you might say.” Erika's mind flashed back to the summer when she pulled Liberty out of the hole next to the lake.
“I can't believe that you of all people were ever an ugly duckling.” Julian shook his head.
“Just last year, no one in my school wanted to be my friend.” Erika explained. “You could say that I blossomed over summer.” She suppressed a giggle at the thought.
The two stopped outside of Erika's first class. “See you later?”
“Sure.” Erika nodded.
She entered the class and saw Tricia waiting in her seat for her. Erika's blood began to boil. How could her friends think that she would nark on them after all that they had been through? Did Camp Kumoni prove nothing?
Erika sat down at her desk in a huff and didn't dignify Tricia with a glance in her direction.
“Did Julian really ask you to Homecoming?” Samantha asked as Erika took her seat in Mrs. Anderson's class.
“Yes, so what?” Erika's tone was distant.
“You didn't say yes, did you?” Tricia asked.
Erika was silent for a moment. She then turned to Tricia and Samantha. “I told him I would think about it.”
“But I was hoping you and I would go to Homecoming.” Tricia sounded hurt.
“I was hoping she would go with me.” Jacob inserted himself into the conversation.
“You really like pain, don't you?” Tricia glared at the jock.
“Maybe I'll just stay home.” Erika sighed.
“You can't stay home.” Samantha nearly exclaimed. “You've been nominated for Homecoming Court.”
“I what?” Erika looked startled.
“A few people have nominated you to be in the court.”
“I thought you had to be a senior to be Homecoming Queen.”
“You do, but underclassmen can be Princesses in her court.”
“But who put my name in there?” Erika asked.
“I was one of them.” Jacob smiled.
“You?” Erika was beginning to feel light headed.
“Yep,” Jacob nodded. “I wouldn't want to take you to Homecoming if you weren't in the court.”
“You aren't taking me at all.” Erika hissed.
The bell rang. “All right class,” Mrs. Anderson called out, “Lets learn something today.
Erika was sitting in class after lunch when a note was passed to her teacher.
“Erika?” the teacher called her name. “You are summoned to the office.”
“Ooooooh.” Several students in the class teased. “Someone's in trouble.”
Erika's heart jumped a head a beat or two as she gathered her books and took the offered hall pass from the teacher.
“Good luck.” Krystal offered as Erika passed her desk.
Erika stopped off at her locker and put away her notebooks. She quickly freshened up her makeup in her locker mirror before closing the door and heading down to the office.
Dr. Barts, was waiting for her in the office lobby. “Your parents are already in there.” She stated, “Are you ready to go through with this?”
“Yes,” Erika nodded.
“Make sure that you are, because if you choose to change your mind later, you will lose all credibility.” Dr. Barts added.
Erika paused for a moment. Her mind focused inward. A moment later, she looked up at Dr. Barts and nodded with a smile.
“Alright, Lets do this. . . Erika.” She said the last with a smile.
Erika sat across from her mother at the dinner table. A fork-tender pot roast surrounded by roasted potatoes, carrots and onions lightly steamed in the center of the table.
“Good roast, honey,” Erika's father commented between bites.
Erika ate her salad in quite reflecting on all that had passed earlier that afternoon.
Her parents sat at a conference table with the school's new Principal, Mrs. Crawford who smiled at their entrance, Mrs. Crawford looked to be a little older than her parent's, gray roots showed at the base of short, light brown hair. Wire framed glasses hung from a beaded string from her neck.
“Good, we're all here, shall we get started?” Principal. Crawford asked.
The next twenty to thirty minutes were spent explaining to the new Principal about Erika being transgender. The principle smiled and nodded.
“I assume you are using the girl's bathrooms.” She stated.
“Yes, Ma'am.” Erika nodded.
“It looks like you aren't taking a gym class,” She said looking over Erika's class schedule.
“No, I thought I'd wait until my senior year.”
Principal Crawford nodded. “What do you think we should do when it comes to that time?”
“I could take gym as my last period of the day so that I wouldn't have to shower with the other girls.”
“What about changing into your work out clothes?”
“Maybe I could use one of the private bathrooms?” Erika suggested.
“Might I suggest that you get a Dr.'s note excusing you from gym?” Dr. Barts suggested.
“That would work,” Principal Crawford agreed, “I need to protect the privacy of the other girls as well as yours.” She looked at Erika. “Aren't you in Cheer?”
“Rally squad actually.” Erika corrected.
“Does anyone on the Rally squad know about this?” Mrs. Crawford asked.
Erika shook her head. “Two of my friends on the cheer squad know, but no one in Rally does.”
“Are you changing with them in the locker room?” Principal Crawford asked worried.
“No, Ma'am. I change in one of the private bathrooms.”
Principal Crawford raised an eyebrow at that.
Erika finished eating her salad and absent mindedly began eating potatoes and roast, not tasting much but knowing that she needed nourishment. Her mind flashed again back to that conference room.
Principal Crawford looked over the notes she had written as well as the file she had on Erika Summers.
“I want to know how you could have registered her in this school without our knowledge.” Mrs. Martin wondered aloud.
Principal Crawford looked up alarmed. “She registered at this school as a girl without your consent?”
Mrs. Martin nodded. Principal Crawford looked over at Erika, “I'd like to know that as well.”
“I.... I kind of snuck in here one evening and stole my transcripts and replaced them with new ones.” Erika admitted.
“You what?!” Erika's mother and Principal Crawford both exclaimed at the same time.
“We lock our office doors at night and only a handful of students are allowed to work behind the counter.” Principal Crawford went on.
“I stuffed some tissue into the door latch hole before the secretary left. It was just enough to click but not enough to allow the bolt to lock,” Erika shrunk down as she explained. “I then used my ASB card to slide the bolt back.” At least that was how Tricia explained it to her.
“That's breaking and entering.” Principal Crawford stated.
“Eric!” her mother yelled.
Erika flinched back. She looked to her father, but his face was a mixture of emotion; too hard to read. “I needed to register as Erika Summers so that I didn't have to go back to being Eric Martin.” Erika sobbed. “I couldn't go back to being the plague, I just couldn't.”
Principal Crawford opened her mouth to say something, but stopped. She looked at the emotional, pretty girl in front of her. Her mouth worked soundlessly for a moment. “You were 'the plague'?”
Erika nodded.
“You are that Eric?” =Principal Crawford expanded.
Erika nodded, tears flowing freely from her eyes, making her mascara run.
“What are you talking about? Plague?” Mr. Martin spoke for the first time in a long while.
Principal Crawford looked at Erika. “You were Eric Martin, 'the plague'?”
Erika nodded.
“Will someone please explain to me this plague thing?”
“I was wondering what had happened to you.” Principal Crawford admitted. She looked at Mr. Martin. “Mind you, all I know is hearsay and what information I can find in files. This all happened over the past year or two before I came to this school.” She paused, “Your daughter, who used to be Eric was at the receiving end of a lot of pranks and abuse at this school by fellow students.”
Erika felt Dr. Bart's hand take hers and squeeze it trying to give her support and a little comfort.
“Is this about Eric being tied to a flagpole?” Mr. Martin asked.
“=Principal Crawford, they don't know the details.” Erika's voiced cracked as she interjected. Erika felt both sets of her parents eyes fall on her. “I asked the last principal and police officer to keep what happened from them.”
“Why? What happened?” Mr. Martin asked.
“I. . . I was too embarrassed.” Erika admitted.
Principal Crawford picked up a phone and pushed a few buttons. “Yes, could you find me a file on Eric Martin? And bring it in here please? Thank you.”
“But I took my transcripts.” Erika stated.
“But you didn't get your school file.” Principal Crawford told her. “Which reminds me, I need those transcripts back. They aren't supposed to leave school property. I could have you arrested for theft as well as breaking and entering.”
“I gave them to a friend for safe keeping.” Erika stated. “I'll get them back to you tomorrow.”
“I still want to know what happened?” Mr. Martin asked bringing the conversation back around to the flag pole incident.
“I wasn't just tied to the flag pole and made fun of.” Erika explained. I was jumped by the football players that I had narked on for a different prank. They. . . They. . . “
“They stripped him naked and duct taped him to the flag pole.” Dr. Barts finished for Erika.
“They wrote derogatory things on his skin with a permanant marker and made a spectacle of him in front of the whole school.” Principal Crawford finished.
The secretary opened the door, “Here you are” she handed over a file and closed the door again.
“Mr. Martin,” Dr. Barts drew attention to herself, “What they did to Eric was not a one time thing. He was harassed and pranked, picked on daily for a year or more. The things that they did to Eric are infamous. I hear about them from my other patients all the time.”
“It looks like it started with Eric pointing out a few football players who had locked him in a janitor's closet,” Principal Crawford said looking through the file.
Erika shrunk a little more in her chair. Flashbacks of Eric crying in the small dark room flooded her memories. It had been hours before anyone noticed his banging on the door. He had been in there so long that he wasn't able to hold his bladder anymore. The strong ammonia stench of urine reeked in his locked away memory. A memory that Erika thought that she had locked away forever, not wanting to remember.
“We never heard about that,” Mr. Martin was concerned, “Did you know about any of this?” he asked his wife.
“No.”
“I was too embarrassed,” Erika mumbled.
“I think we should change the subject.” Dr. Barts recommended, sensing Erika's discomfort.
“Well, It doesn't surprise me why you'd want a fresh start.” Principal Crawford closed the file. She looked at Erika, then to her parents. “Knowing what precipitated this string of events, I don't think we need to involve the police in this.”
“For my child being bullied and harassed unchecked?” Mr. Martin's voice took on an edge.
“For the breaking and entering as well as the theft of school property.” Principal Crawford stiffened. She glanced over at Erika, “Have you experienced any bullying or harassment this year at school?”
“No.” Erika admitted.
“If anyone looks at you cross-eyed, I want you to come see me.” Principal Crawford instructed. “I won't have anyone bullying anyone at my school. I don't care if they are football captain or student body president.” She paused, “As for your attending my school as Erika? As long as I don't hear about you violating anyone's personal space, I don't have a problem with it.”
Erika wasn't sure she heard her right. Did she say that she could continue coming to school as Erika? A huge weight seemed lifted from her shoulders.
“You will keep this a need to know issue, won't you?” Mr. Martin asked.
“Yes.” Principal Crawford nodded. “I won't let anyone know, unless they absolutely need to.”
“Stop playing with your food,” Erika's mother said, waking Erika from her flashback.
Erika looked down at her plate and noticed that she had only eaten half of her dinner. She pushed the afternoon's events off to their own little place in her brain and quickly finished eating. She took her plate over and put in on the sink and started out of the room.
“Huh uh.” Erika's mother stopped her. “You want to be a girl, then I need to start treating you like one. You are to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen.”
Erika was speechless. She didn't know whether to be happy that her mother was going to try and treat her as a girl, or be upset about an added chore. She went to the sink, and began scrubbing the plates before sticking them into the dishwasher.
Part 27 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Edeyn "Damn small minded little towns," Tricia hissed. "So, what should we do?" Erika asked. "Go with dates and dump them at the door?" Victoria offered. |
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Samantha: What happened 2 U this afternoon?
Erika: I was in with Principal Crawford, my parents and Dr. Barts.
Samantha: and?
Erika: Everything is cool. Principle Crawford was very understanding
Samantha: What about the school records and stuff?
Erika: I took the heat for it. I didn't mention the rest of U.
Samantha: Victoria was going nuts. U mite text her 2 let her know.
Erika: K will do.
Samantha: Taylor was upset U weren't at practice. I told her where U were.
Erika: Thanx
Samantha: Rally started learning a new routine.
Erika: sorry.
Samantha: I know : )
Erika: C U 2morro
Samantha: K
Erika went through her phone book index and brought up Victoria's name.
Erika: Hey Vic everything is ok.
Victoria: Huh?
Erika: I spoke to Principal Crawford. U weren't mentioned.
Victoria: thanx : ) I was worried.
Erika: No need 2 B now.
Victoria: How did it go?
Erika: Good : )
Victoria: Working on paper. Talk L8r
Erika: K bye
Erika tossed her phone on her desk and went back to surveying her room.
"Eric!" her dad called, "Hey Eric."
Her father entered her room, "I, uh, mean Erika. Sorry."
"It's okay Dad, I know it's going to take a little bit."
"You should check out these cool rope course set-ups I found on the web," he looked excited.
"You've been searching rope courses on the 'net?"
"Yes. You should see these obstacles they've created."
Erika got up and followed him down to his office.
"I bookmarked a couple of pages. Check this out," her father clicked on the screen.
"Cool," Erika looked at some boards that were held aloft in the canopy of trees by rope.
"There's this one, too," Erika's father clicked again.
Erika spent the next hour going through new ideas for their back yard rope course.
"So what do you think?" he asked.
"I think it would be really cool to do some of that. I just don't know where we'll find room."
"We won't be able to do all of it right away, but after we get bored with this first course we'll just have to rebuild it and incorporate some of the other ideas," her father smiled at her.
Erika smiled back.
"Oh, before I forget," her dad smiled again, "I've got something for you."
He slid a piece of paper across the desk towards her.
"What's this?" Erika inquired.
"Your bank card," her father grinned, "Your PIN is 5555."
"Thanks, Daddy!" Erika exclaimed, "Now I can go shopping."
"Not yet," he shook his head, "You're still grounded."
"But Dad, I need some more clothes."
"Then I suggest that you ask your mother to take you shopping," he suggested, "that is the only way you're going to be allowed to shop while you're grounded."
"With Mom?"
"Mmmhmm," he nodded.
"But Mom doesn't like me right now," Erika objected.
"Of course she does. She is just trying to sort out how she feels about this... change."
"I'm still me," Erika protested.
"Are you?"
"Yes."
"After camp, if you had gone back to being Eric, would you be in my office with me discussing a rope course?" he asked.
"I... I don't know."
"Exactly. You'd probably be upstairs listening to your weird music and playing on your computer," he told her.
Erika nodded silently.
"What were you doing up there when I came and got you?"
"Deciding whether or not I should change my room décor."
"Oh? What changes would you like to make?"
"None right now, other than getting rid of a few of my boy things. It's kind of weird having model cars and stuff in a girl's room isn't it?"
"That's up to you. There are girls out there who like cars."
Erika dipped her head in thought, "I guess."
"Well, if you decide to paint it, you're on your own. I've painted too many rooms in my lifetime," he chuckled.
Erika picked up the bank card, "Thanks, Dad."
"What happened to 'Daddy?'"
"Sorry," Erika rolled her eyes, "Thanks, Daddy."
"So, I've been putting feelers out as promised," Samantha began, "Although it is acceptable for two girls going to Homecoming as dates, and the students, with the exceptions of some of the jocks, seem to support it... it seems that many would still feel uncomfortable," Samantha avoided eye contact as she finished the explanation.
"That's not just your opinion, is it?" Tricia asked.
Samantha kept her gaze averted, "No. It seems that it was more of a majority of those I asked."
"Damn small minded little towns," Tricia hissed.
"So, what should we do?" Erika asked.
"Go with dates and dump them at the door?" Victoria offered.
"Who?" Erika asked.
"Julian asked you, didn't he?" Krystal spoke up.
"Yes."
"Tell him that you'll go with him if he double dates with Tricia and whom ever she goes with," Krystal shrugged, "It's not like you have to marry them."
"Easy for you to say," Victoria took a sip of Coke, "I heard Jorge has asked you."
Krystal turned bright red and tried to suppress a smile, to no avail.
"I don't want to go with anyone else," Tricia said matter-of-factly.
"I want to go with Erika. I don't think we should cave-in to these Neanderthals."
"What if," Samantha posed, "You double date with Erika and Julian? Maybe go with Stan, he is a great guy."
"That is a cool idea," Victoria agreed.
"I don't know," Tricia shook her golden head, "It just doesn't seem right to go with one person, when you want to be with another."
"People do it all of the time," Samantha pointed out.
"I'll think about it," Tricia shrugged.
"What are you wearing?" Krystal changed the subject.
"Um. I really hadn't given it much thought. I've had a lot on my mind lately," Erika admitted.
"Not pink," Samantha glared at Tricia as the blonde opened her mouth to speak. Tricia gaped at Samantha for a moment then shut her mouth.
"Well, I haven't bought my dress yet either," Samantha mentioned, "Let's set up a shopping date."
"I can't, I'm grounded," Erika shook her head.
"Me too," Tricia nodded.
"My dad says that the only way I can go shopping before I'm ungrounded is with my mother," Erika explained. "It sucks, too, because he just gave me my own bank card loaded for buying clothes."
"He did?" Samantha's face lit up.
Erika nodded, "I need to get more clothes -- but like I said, I'd have to go with my mom."
"Save it if you can," Samantha smiled, "I found the cutest pair of shoes for you."
"What do you mean, what should you do?" her father asked.
"Should I bow out? Not go?"
"It's a great honor to be nominated for Homecoming," her father put his fork down, "I think you should definitely go. Do you have a date?"
"Hold on, now," her mother cautioned, "It IS a great honor being nominated, but don't you think that a real girl should be nominated? One who has dreamed of being on the court most of her life, not just for a week or two?"
"I don't agree," her father shook his head, "Eric may have just started being a girl the past month or two, but that doesn't mean that Erika shouldn't experience normal girl behavior. I think if she has passed as a girl well enough to be nominated for the Homecoming court, then she should be on the court."
"I'm just thinking about some girl who might get jilted out of the experience who might find out that Erika isn't what she thinks she is. It might cause trouble in the future."
"There are a lot of 'mights' in that," Erika's father pointed out.
"I was asked by Julian Rock. He's the swim team Captain," Erika interrupted, not wanting to listen to an argument.
"Is he a boyfriend?" Erika's mother raised an eyebrow.
"No. He's just a guy who likes me," Erika sighed, "Tricia and I were hoping to go together, but a few of our friends said that it would be better if we each had a boy date."
"Does Julian know about you?" Mr. Martin asked, "I mean about, you know?"
"No."
"So, did you tell him that you would go with him?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Not yet. I told him I had to talk to you two first."
"I don't see a problem with it," Erika's dad looked to her mother.
"My only issue is your taking the spot of someone else's on the court. I don't have a problem with you going."
"My friends suggested that we go out dress shopping this weekend."
"You're still grounded," Erika's father frowned.
"Well, Homecoming is weekend after next. I need to start getting ready."
"I'll take you to the mall after your Rally practice on Thursday," Erika's mother sighed, "Just don't go expecting some designer dress that costs thousands."
"Thanks, Mom," Erika smiled, "I won't."
"Before I forget, you have a Doctor's appointment tomorrow after practice," she informed Erika, "Dr. Barts pulled a few strings and got you in two weeks early."
"After practice?"
"Uh ha."
"Will I have time to come home and shower?"
"No. I have to take you immediately over. We're lucky we were able to get this appointment."
Erika sighed, "But I'll stink."
"Take a towel bath in the bathroom," her mother suggested, "and pack some deodorant and perfume with you."
"Fine," Erika huffed.
Mrs. Martin pushed her plate to the side. "Don't forget, you have to clean the dishes."
Erika closed her eyes so that her mother couldn't see her rolling them.
"I might like having a daughter, after all," her mom teased.
"Hey, Erika," his features lit up as he turned to her.
"I, uh, well, I thought about your offer..."
"Homecoming," he nodded, "Will you be my date?"
Erika nodded her head, "Yes."
"That's great!" he beamed.
"Well, I was wondering..."
"Yes?" Julian's moment of triumph vanished as he suspected something else.
"Well, does Stan have a date? Cuz It would be really cool if he could ask Tricia and then we could double date," Erika held her breath.
Julian's face screwed up in thought, "Hmmm. I think he asked someone."
Erika's smile faltered.
"But I'll ask and make sure," Julian flashed her another smile, "Do you like seafood?"
"Yes, why?"
"Some of us are making reservations at the Bay House."
"Oh? Sure, sounds good," Erika nodded.
"Do you know what color your dress is, yet?" Julian asked.
"I'm going shopping tomorrow. Why?" Erika asked.
"I need to get your corsage. Do you prefer wrist or pin?"
"Um. Well, I don't really know. Whatever will be fine," Erika blushed at her ignorance.
"Cool," Julian brushed some hair from his eyes, "See you later?"
"Okay," Erika watched as the tall, lean guy walked down the hall with confidence.
She needed to find Tricia a date. Someone who could double with her and Julian. The whole plan of accepting Julian's offer was because of the possibility of Tricia joining them.
"I suggest that you buy your own scent then," her mother replied calmly.
"What do I get?" she asked.
"Choosing a scent is a very personal thing," Mrs. Martin explained, "Not only do you have to like it, but those around you must be able to put up with it. Then there's how the chemicals in the perfume interact with your body chemistry. Something might smell wonderful out of the bottle, but the moment it interacts with your skin, it could smell like an outhouse in the hot summer sun."
Erika wrinkled her nose at the description.
"Smelling like roses will get you through this appointment," Mrs. Martin told her.
Her mother pulled into a parking spot in front of the clinic.
"Who is this doctor?" Erika asked.
Her mother made a face.
"What?" Erika queried.
"Doctor Lipdik."
"Doctor what?" Erika giggled.
"Doctor Lipdik," her mother tried to suppress a smile, but couldn't.
"You'd think doctors could afford to change their names," Erika continued giggling, "First Doctor Barts, now Doctor Lipdik?"
"Doctor Barts was an okay name."
"If you don't mind being called Dr. Farts."
"Behave, Eric -- I, ah, Erika."
Erika's eyes glimmered with mirth as they approached the Clinic door.
"Oh, my gawd," she snickered, "Look how it's spelled."
"That's enough, young lady," her mother cautioned.
"Hello Ms. Martin, I'm Doctor Bob Lipdik," he greeted with a toothy smile, "My patients seem to find it easier if they just call me Dr. Bob."
"I'm Erika," she greeted the man.
"I had an interesting conversation with Dr. Barts the other day regarding you," Dr. Bob took a seat on the stool. He flipped open a chart and scanned it, "Mmmhmm," he made noises as he read through it.
Dr. Bob set the chart down on the counter and pulled open a cabinet door. Out slid a laptop computer which he opened and began going through different files.
"Ah, here we are."
Dr. Bob then went on to question Erika and her mother about foods they ate, diseases that she might have had as a child. Chemicals in the household, and places that they have lived. As they answered, he typed the info into the computer.
There was a long pause after which, he turned around and smiled.
"I know they've taken a lot of blood over the past few weeks, but I'd like you to get some more blood drawn. I'm also ordering a CAT scan and an MRI."
"What are you scanning for?" Erika asked.
"I'm not exactly sure, yet. The CAT scan will be a whole body scan, to check your lymph nodes and other organs. The MRI will be a brain scan, looking for anomalies."
"I had a CAT scan of my head this summer," Erika offered.
"I'd like to see that, as well," Dr. Bob nodded again, "Where was it taken so that I can get a copy."
"They did a CAT scan of your head?" Mrs. Martin asked.
Erika nodded as she turned to Dr. Bob, "It was at summer camp."
"Camp Kumoni," Mrs. Martin informed him, "A small hospital nearby."
"Well, let's see," Dr. Bob murmured, as he looked over his notes, "I'll have my receptionist schedule the MRI and CAT scans for next week. "I think that will be the soonest that we can get you in, but I'd like it if I can have one of my nurses draw your blood now."
Erika shrugged, "Sure, I guess."
"Great!" Dr. Bob said, getting up.
"I'll have her come in, and I'll have you scheduled to see me a few days after the scans are done," he stopped at the door and smiled from one to the other, "It was nice meeting you, Erika. And you Mrs. Martin."
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"School is school," Erika sighed, "I'm tired."
"Oh?"
"Hard practice," Erika explained.
"Hungry?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, let's go eat before we go. What do you feel like having?" she asked as she pulled out of the school lot.
"Red meat. I think I need some iron."
Mrs. Martin raised an eyebrow at that, "Burgers or steak?"
"I don't care," Erika shrugged, "Any news about the blood tests?"
"Not yet."
They rode in silence to Blue Bird Burgers.
"How do we do this?" Erika asked.
"What's that?" Her mother asked.
"Shop for homecoming dresses?"
"You just try different ones on and see which looks best with your figure as well as with your personality."
"Samantha said, 'no pink,'" Erika told her.
Mrs. Martin smiled, "I think soft pinks wouldn't be too flattering on your skin tone, but don't rule them out."
The waitress took their order, leaving them in an uncomfortable silence, avoiding each other's gazes.
"Have you, um... Have you seen Dr. Barts lately?" Erika inquired.
Mrs. Martin nodded.
"How is it going?"
"I... I just don't know," she shook her head, "I just don't understand how you'd want to be something that you were not created as."
Erika was silent.
"Eric, I mean, Erika," her mother slipped, "I grew up in a time when women didn't have the same rights as men. We were considered and thought of as second class citizens. The women of my family as well as many of my friends had to fight, and claw our way out of the stereotypical role of what a woman was..." she paused and looked at her daughter, "Why would you want to step into that kind of situation?"
"Mom," Erika began, "I'm still figuring this stuff out. But I do know that I'm way more comfortable being Erika. I spent my first thirteen years as a boy -- and failed miserably. I was lonely, I was picked on, I didn't or couldn't excel at anything but drawing. Since I have switched to being 'this' me, I've been able to do all kinds of things. I have friends for the first time, ever. Real friends. Friends that are sweet, happy and supportive. My grades are up, I'm on the Rally squad and I'm going to the Homecoming dance. Eric would never have gone to the dance, let alone been expected to participate."
"But women aren't treated as equals," Her mother pointed out, "You're leaving a life of advantage for one of struggle."
"I don't see it that way," Erika pointed out, "Sure, guys are stronger and make more money. But there are many more options opening up for women all of the time. We are becoming the power house of the world. More women are graduating from college than men. More women are in leadership roles not only in business, but in politics as well. Women can be mothers or power executives — or both. If anything, I think that women are starting to get the upper hand in the sexual revolution."
Mrs Martin was quiet for a few moments, her gaze distant in thought. She looked back at her daughter across the table, "I'd like it if you would start going to church with me."
"Church? Why?"
"Well, women are very intuitive and faithful people. I just think it would be a good idea if you and I would start going to church."
"What church?"
"I thought we'd attend a different church each Sunday until we found one that we liked."
"Will you be happier with me if I started going to church?" Erika asked.
"I think it would be a nice bonding experience."
Erika rolled her eyes. She was going to have to add church on top of Rally squad, self defense classes, building a rope course and spending time with her friends and Tricia.
"As long as we don't have to go to the crack of dawn service," Erika agreed.
"Okay," her mother smiled at her small victory.
She tried on strapless dresses, dresses with straps, halter tops, dresses with no sleeves some with something called cap sleeves. Silk, taffeta, satin, rayon, and polyester. She tried on skirts that had long sleek skirts and dresses with short, knee length skirts. Dresses with slits all the way up the side, and others that poofed out in a huge mound of fabric.
Then there were all of the undergarments. Strapless bras, corsets, slips, underskirts, garter-belts. Just to name a few.
"Don't settle for a dress," Mrs. Martin cautioned as they entered the store, "You have to own the dress, make it yours. You want to stand out in the crowd, yet fit in. The dress you pick says a lot about who you are. The kind of dress you choose also dictates how you'll wear your hair and how your makeup is to look. It will also determine what kind of jewelry you'll wear."
"All of that just from what dress I choose?" Erika asked in disbelief.
"If you choose a halter dress, then you'll want to wear your hair all up, showing off the fact that your dress is haltered. If your dress is backless, then you'll want some or all of your hair loose to caress your shoulders. Strapless dresses allow you to go either way depending upon how nice your shoulders are."
"All of that for just your hair?" Erika shook her head.
"Your jewelry depends upon the hair and the dress. If you wear your hair down, you'll want earrings that peek through your hair. If your hair is up, then you'll generally want something like a chandelier earring. If you're wearing a halter topped dress then you most likely won't need a necklace, but if you are wearing a sleeveless dress then you'll want something to adorn your neck."
"I never knew that so much went into picking a dress for Homecoming," Erika followed her mother into the area of the store that had rack upon rack of dresses, "How do I know which type I want to wear?" Erika asked.
"Well," her mother sighed, "I guess we'll have to try one of each on to see what you look best in and to see what you are comfortable in. What size are you? Let's see... You will probably be a petite Let's try a size eight first."
Erika with arms loaded, entered the dressing rooms. She still felt a bit alien going into what used to be a forbidden zone. She hung up the dresses and began to try and work out how to put each one on.
"Okay, that one doesn't work," Erika's mother commented as she stepped out of the dressing room.
"I don't like these," Erika fluffed at the poofy lace shoulders.
"Me neither," Her mother agreed, "I didn't care for the spaghetti strap one, either."
"Now what?" Erika asked.
"Now we look for color and skirt length and fit along with the embellishments."
Once they finally found 'the' dress, Erika's mother took her to the lingerie department. She had her try on several types of bras and slips, and camis.
Erika's mother selected a few of the items, "On to shoes."
Having set the dress and undergarments on hold, Erika and her mother entered the kingdom of shoes.
"Your dress isn't Tea-length, so you'll need to pick out a pair of pretty shoes. Shoes that match and accessorize your dress. I'd suggest shoes with a low heel, no higher than three inches with a rounded or open toe,"
Erika and her mother perused the tables with their layers upon layers of shoes set out for display When they found one that they liked, they added it to others in their hands.
"How may I help you?" a salesperson asked.
"We'd like to try on these shoes," her mother handed the shoes to the young man who then disappeared into the stockroom, as Erika and her mother found two chairs.
"You'll be wearing these for at least six hours. Make sure that they don't pinch or feel too tight anywhere. Make sure that the arch fits correctly and that the heel isn't too high," Her mother cautioned her.
Erika tried on several different kinds of shoes, a few felt uncomfortable as soon as she put them on. Others she walked around in; back and forth between the tables of shoes.
"Are we done yet?" Erika asked after finally deciding on a pair of shoes.
"Almost. We need to get you some earrings, and perhaps a wrap,"
"A wrap?" Erika questioned.
"To keep your shoulders warm."
"Oh."
Erika's feet and brain were tired. The memory of the dress, which now hung in back of the car, lightened her mood a little. The next puzzle to solve, it seemed, was how to get Tricia a date and for them to double with Julian and herself for Homecoming.
"Do you know where you want to get your hair done?" Mrs. Martin asked.
"I hadn't thought about it,"
"You need to make an appointment tonight or tomorrow or else it will be hard for you to get in," she cautioned.
"What should I do with it?" Erika asked.
"Why don't you look through some magazines and find things you like. Show them to your stylist,"
Erika nodded.
"Tired?" Her mom asked.
"Yes,"
"When we get home, why don't you take your stuff upstairs and then soak in a bath for a while,"
Erika just nodded.
"She is now outfitted for the dance," Her mother smiled.
"I'm beat," Erika yawned.
"I thought girls were supposed to like shopping," Her dad teased.
"Maybe, but after a long day at school, and Rally practice, to do a shopping marathon with Mom? I'm exhausted."
Erika carried her things upstairs and put them away, hanging the dress, still in its bag in the closet and tucking the shoes underneath it.
"Your mother said you might want to use this," Her father spoke from the door.
Erika turned and retrieved some bottles from his hands, "Thanks."
"So did you have fun with your mother tonight?" her dad asked.
"I guess," Erika stifled a yawn.
"She is trying, you know," his eyes scanned the room.
"I know,"
"So what did you get tonight?"
"The dress, shoes, some undergarments, a wrap... stuff."
Silence enveloped the room.
"Well, I'm glad you and your mother had fun," he turned to leave.
"Thanks Daddy," Erika said as he walked out.
Erika took the offered items into the bathroom. Bath oils. Hmm. She had never taken a bath with this stuff before. She started the bath water before turning her stereo to some soft music, and then slipped out of her clothes and into the steaming hot water.
Next Friday was Homecoming. She had to get in an extra rehearsal or two with Jordon or Taylor if she could before Friday. Friday was a half day of school. They had the Homecoming parade as well as the pep rally. Then the game. But wait a minute -- they presented the Homecoming queen and her court at half time. If she truly was to be in the court, then how was she to cheer at the game? She'd have to talk to Taylor about that as well.
Saturday was the dance. How long does it take to get ready for a dance? As Eric It would take about half an hour. As Erika? She couldn't even guess. She needed to get her hair done, take extra care with her makeup and make sure that she looked decent in her dress.
Julian said that he had made reservations for the Bay House. Was she expected to pay for her dinner, or was he to pick up the tab? Tricia. She had to figure out how to get Tricia on the date with her and Julian.
"Why can't she go with Julian and I?" Erika muttered aloud, "Hmmm,"
Her cell phone rang. Erika picked it up
"Tricia?"
"Hey Erika. Did you find a dress?"
"Yes."
"Well? Tell me about it."
"I'm too tired right now. Besides, I'd rather you wait to see it."
"Oh?"
"I had a thought though." Erika told her.
"What?"
"What if you and I both went to Homecoming with Julian."
"Like a triple date kind of thing?"
"Come now, what guy wouldn't want to have two pretty girls on his arm for Homecoming?"
Tricia giggled.
"You wouldn't mind sharing me with Julian would you?"
There was a silence on the phone.
"Would you?" Erika practically pleaded.
"No. I guess I could settle with sharing you on Homecoming. It'd be better than going with someone I hardly know, or like."
"We'll have to ask him tomorrow. Wait, I thought you were still grounded."
"Mom gave me back my phone tonight," Tricia explained, "You were the first person I called."
Erika felt a flush of warmth wash over her body.
"I'm glad you called. I am just tired. I need to get some sleep."
"Night, Erika."
"Night, Tricia."
"That looks cute," her mother said looking up from her coffee.
"Thanks," Erika grinned.
"Sleep well?"
Erika nodded, "Could I have some coffee?"
"I guess," her mother nodded.
Erika poured herself a cup and added some cream and lots of sugar. She dropped two pieces of bread into the toaster and sipped at her steaming cup.
"Did you have someone who you wanted to do your hair, or shall I make an appointment?" her mother asked.
"I'd like Sasha to do my hair, but he lives too far away. Go ahead and make an appointment."
Erika's mother nodded, "I liked Sasha too."
Erika buttered the two pieces of toast, "Are you coming to the game tonight?"
"I don't know. I might," Erika's mother admitted.
"What about Dad?"
"I think he was planning on it. He'll be picking you up right afterward, regardless."
"Okay."
The doorbell rang.
"That's Samantha. Gotta go," Erika wolfed down the last of her toast and quickly washed it down with the rest of her coffee.
The cold rain came down in large droplets, adding to the grayness. Rotting leaves on the pavement left brownish rust stains where their pigment leached into the cement. Erika lowered her umbrella against the gusts of wind that snuck up and threatened to rip the umbrella from her grasp.
"It is going to be a cold one tonight, did you bring your warm ups?"
"Yes," Erika tapped her duffel, "Samantha... does anyone show up to Homecoming as a threesome?"
"What?"
Erika explained her and Tricia's plan to Samantha.
"Two girls going with one guy?" You know it'll probably be looked upon as Tricia not getting a date. Everyone knows that you and Julian are kind of an item -- and they know that you and Tricia are kind of an item. So maybe it won't be seen as Julian with two girls, but you with a girl and a boy,"
Tricia met Erika with a hug and a kiss while being sheltered under the umbrella.
"Nasty weather. Is it supposed to be like this all day?" Tricia asked.
"All weekend," Samantha nodded, "Welcome to Constitution."
"So, are you going to tell me about your dress?" Tricia asked of Erika.
"No. I think I want it to be a surprise," Erika grinned, "Oh, before I forget," her mind leapt to a different topic, "I promised my mom that I would start going to church with her on Sundays."
"Church?" Samantha rolled her eyes.
"Hey Church is a chance to dress up and to meet people," Tricia defended.
"Are you sure your mom doesn't just want to 'save' you from being a girl?" Samantha posed.
"I don't know what her purpose is, but I told her I would go," Erika said firmly.
The girls walked up the school steps. Erika shook water from her umbrella and closed it as they entered.
"Now, we have a proposal to make to Julian," Erika looked at Tricia and smiled.
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That consolation did nothing to warm Erika's freezing fingers. The white gloves that they wore were more for decoration than they were for warmth. She joined a few of the girls over by the portable gas heater directed towards them to help keep them warm between cheers.
Erika squinted through the lights up into the stands looking for her friends. She saw Tricia's hand wave down at her.
Julian, when the two had approached him at lunch was a bit hesitant at first, but with strokes of his male ego along with some comments about being 'hot enough' to take two girls, he agreed to take them both as dates.
"In a way I'm glad it's cold," Krystal told Erika. "When it gets this cold, it's too dangerous for the cheer squad to do much tumbling. It makes my job a little easier."
"We need the practice though," was Jorge's reply, his arms wrapped around her to help keep her warm.
"I just don't want to cramp up, or worse get hurt," Krystal stated. "I've worked too hard to get into shape, I'd hate to relapse now."
"You look good in any shape," Jorge grinned.
Krystal rolled her eyes as Erika suppressed a giggle.
After waking up, Erika changed into a pair of jeans and a nice top. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and put on some makeup before going downstairs.
"Morning," she greeted her mother.
"You're going to change, right?" she was instantly asked.
"I wasn't planning to."
"We're going to church, not a school function," her mother told her through gritted teeth.
"It's just church."
"Women dress in their Sunday best for God."
Erika rolled her eyes, "Whatever," she whispered to herself.
"You have half an hour before we have to go."
Erika stomped back upstairs rolling her eyes and muttering, "There's nothing wrong with this top. My jeans are clean. What's her problem?”
"And no ponytail," her mother called after her.
"What's going on?" her father asked, coming out of his bedroom.
"Mom doesn't like my outfit," Erika grumbled.
"You're supposed to be going to church, right?"
"Yes," she sighed.
"Then your mother is correct. You need to wear something nice."
"I don't see what is wrong with this outfit. It's a nice top."
"Would you wear that if you were going out to dinner with Tricia's family?" Mr. Martin asked.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Cuz."
"Because it doesn't show respect to your hosts," Mr. Martin smiled, "You treat church with the same respect. You show your respect to God by wearing your nice clothes."
"Fine," but Erika's voice had lost it's edge.
She closed her bedroom door, pulled the elastic out of her hair and looked through her closet. Erika pulled a dress out and took it into the bathroom, grabbing a pair of nylons out of her drawer. She slipped out of her jeans and blouse and began the process of sheathing her legs in the glorious silkiness of pantyhose. She practically sighed with ecstasy as she felt the nylons encase her legs.
Shit is that wrong? She asked herself. Is it wrong to feel this way when putting on girls clothes? It only seems to be this one item though. Did other girls feel this way when putting on clothes?
"I'll have to ask Dr. Barts," She muttered aloud.
Erika stepped into her dress and slid her arms through the sleeves before reaching behind her to zip it up. She quickly put some large curls into her hair with her large curling iron and touched up her makeup a bit more, adding blush and a bit more eye-shadow.
"Shoes," she said to the empty room, "What shoes should I wear?"
She glanced through the shoes that she had and then pulled out the heels she bought to go along with her Homecoming dress.
Erika stood before he mirror and studied her reflection in the mirror. How could this be the depressed moping boy that stood before this very mirror less than six months ago? She asked herself. She couldn't see ANY of Eric left in the mirror at all. Earrings, I'm missing earrings. She rummaged through the small box of earrings on her counter and slipped some medium sized hoops through her ears.
Erika smiled at her reflection and then slowly, unsteadily made her way out of her room. She had to concentrate on her balance and foot placement as she negotiated the stairs.
"That's much better," Her mother in approval as she came out of the kitchen and grabbed her purse.
"Are these shoes alright with this?" Erika asked.
"Yes, they look nice," Mrs. Martin nodded.
"I didn't know if I should wear them before the dance or not."
"I think it is a good idea, so that you can break them in a little," her mother agreed, "Lets go."
An elderly man in a navy blue suit and conservative tie that looked to be ten years old smiled and greeted them with a welcome as he opened the door for them. Just inside, two young boys dressed in khaki pants and polo shirts raced after one another. A little girl in a pretty dress stood off to one side stifling back tears as her mother attempted to fix her pigtails.
Erika's mother led her into the building and approached two large wooden doors which had been opened wide. The sound of a hundred voices speaking in hushed tones engulfed her as well as the scent of wood polish and the mustiness of an old building.
Rows upon rows of wooden pews stood sentinel along a wide aisle that led to a raised dais and altar. A large wooden cross occupied the wall over the altar. Tall Gothic windows set with colored glass allowed the sunlight in, but bathed the sanctuary and it's occupants in a mosaic of color.
Erika followed her mother up the aisle and found seats on the padded pews. Organ music filled the open chamber, drowning out the voices of the congregation. Women in dresses and men in suits or just shirt and tie smiled and excused themselves to find their seats.
"Is someone sitting there?" a voice asked.
Erika looked up to see a woman with her family looking expectantly at the open bench beside them.
"No, please join us," Mrs. Martin smiled.
"Thank you. I'm Evie, and this is my family,"She greeted as she began to slide past Erika and her mother, "This is my husband, Roger..."
"Pleased to meet you," Roger said smiling at them both.
"... my son, Evan, and my daughters, Allie and Annie."
Evan looking a bit preoccupied, smiled as he moved past them. One arm was in a cast full of graffiti, signatures and doodles, the other held a notebook and pen.
"Hi," he smiled as he moved past and took a seat.
"Hi, I'm Allie," The pretty girl with loose scarlet hair pulled back from her face, looked Erika up and down as if in appraisal. Erika felt her cheeks heat.
"Hi there, I'm Annie," an almost-duplicate of Allie put out her hand and greeted. The two girls were obviously sisters, most likely twins. Where Allie wore a simple but nice skirt and green blouse, Annie wore a nice floral dress and wore her hair up in an elegant French twist.
The two girls slid past them and took a seat next to them.
"Are you new here?" Annie asked.
Erika nodded, "My mom's making me come. You?"
"We recently moved here. I haven't seen you around, what school do you go to?"
"Washington. You?" Erika asked.
"Adams."
Before much else could be said, the service began with the choir singing out beautiful praises to God. The voices were enchanting as they reverberated off the walls and surrounded everyone. The priests and altar boys entered through the back of the church carrying a cross, a large ornate book and a smoking incense burner.
Erika half-listened to the sermon as she gazed around the ornate décor of the church.
Annie leaned close to Erika, "Pretty, isn't it?"
Erika nodded.
"Ever wonder what God must think of all of these trappings and façades?" She asked.
Again, Erika nodded.
There was something about this redhead that Erika liked. She couldn't put her finger on it. She seemed sincere, and honest, but there was a lot more that lay behind those pretty eyes and perfect hair.
Erika felt a hand on her leg. She looked up to see her mother looking at her knees. Erika looked at her mother questioning.
Her mother leaned her mouth close to her ear, "Close your legs, dear. Ladies don't sit like guys straddling bar stools."
Erika turned pink but pushed her knees together. Gawd how embarrassing. Here she was trying to show her mother how ladylike she could be and her mother catches her doing something like that.
Erika hadn't realized how much moving she would be doing during a church service. Sitting, standing, kneeling, sitting, standing again. Kneeling again. It was almost a work out. More of a mental work out as she struggled to remember to be ladylike at all times. She didn't want her mother to correct her posture again. It was embarrassing enough the first time.
Finally the organ music swelled as did the voices of those in attendance as the service came to a close.
"Well, what did you think?" Annie asked.
"It was okay, I guess," Erika shrugged.
"It was nice sitting with you," Annie smiled. "I hope we can sit with you next week."
"I enjoyed it too," Erika nodded.
"Doesn't our school play yours next week?" Annie asked.
"I think so," Erika tried to remember the schedule, "It's our Homecoming game."
"Oh, what fun! Do you go to the games?" Annie asked.
"Yes. I kind of have too. I'm on the Rally squad," Erika explained.
"Allie and I are cheerleaders at Adams," Annie smiled with delight.
"That's awesome," Allie agreed, "We'll see you at the game next week."
Erika nodded as the twins and their family started sliding past.
"Bye, Erika," Annie waved.
"Bye," Erika smiled back.
"New friends already?" Erika's mom asked.
"Maybe," Erika said noncommittally.
Erika and her mother joined the mob of people as they filed out of the church and into the cold air. A crisp breeze whipped around her nearly naked legs, grabbing at the skirt of her dress.
"It's really starting to get cold," Mrs. Martin noticed.
The two got into the car and waited patiently as the mass exodus of autos vied politely for the next opening in traffic.
"So did you learn anything?" Erika's mother asked.
"About what?"
"About God and religion."
"Not really, "Erika admitted, "I was a bit preoccupied."
"Oh?"
"Trying not to embarrass you and admiring the church."
"It is a nice church isn't it."
Erika nodded.
"Aren't you glad I made you change into a dress?" Mrs. Martin asked.
"Yes," Erika admitted, "Although it is getting pretty cold out can't I wear a nice pair of pants when it gets colder?"
"We'll see."
"I'm here to take you to your self defense class," Mrs. Martin explained.
"Today?" Erika queried.
"Every Tuesday," she nodded, "Your father and I agree that they are especially important now that you're going to be living as Erika."
"But I was hoping to get some stuff done," Erika protested.
"What stuff?"
"I was hoping to go shopping. Dad gave me some money to get some stuff."
"You're still grounded until Friday."
"Fine," she huffed.
Mrs. Martin drove the car into an old industrial park. Most of the buildings were built of old brick. Old windows placed up high where clouded by dust or frosted glass.
"Okay, here we are. I'll be back in about an hour to pick you up."
"You're not staying?"
"I have to run a couple of errands."
"But..."
"But what?"
"Nothing," Erika got out of the car and headed towards the metal door with a window set in it.
Erika's mom waved as she drove off. Erika stopped before the door. She could always go somewhere else for the next hour. Avoid mock battles with a musclebound, sweaty guy who probably had posters of Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris in his office or bedroom or something.
Who would ever know? Wait. Her father said that this guy was a friend. It would get back to him within a day. Erika's shoulders hunched as she reached for the door.
She stepped inside to find an open room with mats on the floor. Punching bags hung from chains. One wall had several large mirrors lining it.
"Hello?" Erika called out, "Anyone here?"
"Are you Martin's kid?" a voice asked.
"Yes, I'm Erika," she looked around not seeing where the voice was coming from.
"Erika? I thought John Martin had a son."
"I'm his daughter, Erika," her heart skipped a beat as she said this. The voice was closer, yet she still couldn't see the person.
A blur of movement came from the corner of her eye. Erika found herself falling to the mat as her feet were swept out from under her. She was about to roll to her side when she found a knee braced against her chest and a dark figure looming over her.
"Looks like we have a lot to work on," the voice said, "Sorry, I hope you aren't hurt."
"What the fuck!" Erika shrieked.
"I was testing to see if you had any training," the dark skinned man smiled down at her, "You don't."
He rolled off of her and was to his feet before Erika could even think to sit up, "I'm Lawrence," He offered a hand.
Erika took it uncertainly and he easily pulled her up. She regained her equilibrium and looked at Lawrence. He was a short man of African-American descent. His warm smile lit up a face that sported a broken nose and several scars.
"Should I change into work out clothes?" Erika asked.
"No. You'll be training in whatever clothes you wear for the day. I teach street fighting as part of self defense. I want you to be comfortable defending yourself in a dress and heels as well as jeans and runners. Just make sure that your dress or skirt is one that you don't mind getting abused."
"Okay," Erika stated hesitantly.
"How many weapons do you have on you today?" Lawrence asked.
"Weapons? None."
"What's in you pockets?"
"Some money, my cell phone and my house keys."
"So you do have weapons," he nodded.
"Huh?" Erika didn't understand.
"If you are being mugged, you can throw your money on the ground. Muggers will go after it and leave you be," he explained, "Your cell phone can be thrown, either slowing your attacker down, or actually doing a bit of damage. As for your keys, they can be used in several ways. May I?" he asked holding out his hand.
Erika dropped her keys into his hand.
"Hold them like this and you can punch causing some pain. Like this and you can gouge out his eyes. Like this and you have just added steel support to your punch as well as a little extra weight," he demonstrated, "Don't forget your shoes, your purse, belt and your brains."
"My brains?" Erika questioned.
"Your brains are your most powerful weapon. With it you can turn almost anything around you into a weapon."
Erika nodded with understanding.
"Now, lets learn some quick defensive moves and take downs," Lawrence handed her keys back to her.
The rest of the hour was spent learning how to use one's center of gravity and another's momentum and or weight against them. Pressure points, vulnerable areas and the like were also shown. First in slow motion, and eventually brought up to speed.
"I know it's kind of hard to practice these at home, especially when you don't want to hurt a friend, so practice only in slow motion and work on your body position and center of gravity," Lawrence advised her as he called an end to the session.
"Thanks, Lawrence," Erika smiled.
"See you next week." he nodded.
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"I've got dinner almost ready," her father called out from the kitchen.
"I need a bath and a bed," Erika moaned in reply.
"How was Lawrence?" her father asked.
"Brutal," Erika told him, "he thought you were sending your son."
"Oops. Sorry," Mr. Martin apologized, "I told him my kid was coming, but in previous conversations I might have mentioned you being my son. Sorry about that."
Erika sighed and whined, "I am so sore."
"I'll bet."
"I just hope I'm not going to have any bruises for homecoming."
"If there are, we can always use a bit of cover up," Mrs. Martin added.
Erika trudged upstairs to her bedroom and dropped her duffel on her bed. "Ugh. I have Chemistry to finish, too."
After a dinner of grilled chicken, some rice pilaf and salad, Erika returned to her room and went to work on her chemistry.
She woke up to her father coming into the room asking, "How's your homework coming?"
"I fell asleep," Erika blushed, chagrined.
"It's getting late, why don't you get ready for bed? You have a long day tomorrow."
"I do?" she asked.
"Your mother is taking you to get your CAT scan and MRI tomorrow."
"When?"
"In the morning. You should be back before lunch."
"Thanks," Erika murmured as she closed her book. Chemistry was a morning class. She'd be missing it, but would be excused. She could do her Chemistry while waiting for her tests.
Erika stripped out of her clothes and took a shower before slipping into her nightgown and crawling into her bed. She would have sworn she was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Erika made her way downstairs to the smell of peanut butter toast. She entered the kitchen and greeted her mom.
"Smells good."
"Sorry, you can't have any, Eric," Her mother said without looking up.
Realizing her mistake, she met Erika's gaze., "Oops, sorry... Erika."
Erika ignored the mistake and asked, "Why can't I have any?"
"You are to be NPO until after your tests."
"Huh?"
"NPO. It means you can't eat anything and only drink water before your tests."
"I'm going to die of hunger," Erika protested.
"Stop being so melodramatic. You can wait until lunch, it won't kill you."
"What can I have?" she asked.
"Water. Jell-o. Popsicle."
"Oh goody, water," Erika said sarcastically. She poured herself a glass and drank.
"We need to be leaving in about twenty minutes, you ready?"
"Almost," Erika finished her water and went back up to her bedroom. She pulled on her boots and added a cardigan over the blouse she was wearing.
"Okay, lets get going," her mother called from the foot of the stairs, as she was finishing up her makeup.
Erika finished stroking mascara on her lashes, grabbed her duffel and headed downstairs.
Erika sat in a chair in the dressing room, wearing one of the embarrassing hospital gowns that tie up the back with a lightweight robe over it that tied up in the front. All of her clothes and belongings were in a locker on the wall behind her. The attendant who brought her in handed her a warm, soft blanket.
"Oh, this is wonderful," Erika commented.
"It is the only good thing about hospitals," she nodded.
Erika pulled her robe tighter over her chest. This was the first time she had been in public without her breast forms in place. Her chest felt naked, cool. She felt exposed, as if everyone would know that she was hiding. She stood up and wrapped the flannel blanket around her while she basked in the heat that it radiated.
"Okay, Erika," the attendant said as she came back with a file -- presumably Erika's hospital chart.
"We're going to do the MRI first. Are you wearing any metal?"
Erika shook her head. Her earrings were with everything else in the locker.
"Any prosthetics? False teeth? Retainers?"
"No."
"Tattoos?"
"No."
The attendant took her into a room that held a large machine that had a large tube cut into it and a bed of sorts sticking out of it.
"Are you claustrophobic?"
"No," Erika didn't think so. At least, she had never had problems before.
"Go ahead and lay down here, with your head facing the machine."
Erika did.
"This will get pretty noisy. So here are some earphones," the MRI technician said as he handed them to her.
"Just lay back and relax, listen to the music. The scan will take about twenty minutes."
Erika nodded.
He then used some straps and strapped Erika's head, abdomen and legs to the table. "Okay, just smile pretty and hold still."
Erika waited for a few moments and then the table that she was laying on shifted, drawing her into the tube.
"You doing okay, Erika?" a voice came over the music in the earphones.
"Yes," Erika answered.
"Here we go. There will be some loud clicking noises. Just relax."
Erika could hear the clicking noise even over the music in her ears. She opened her eyes and stared at the roof of the tube which seemed only an inch or two away from her nose. She wasn't claustrophobic, but this was pretty tight, even for her. She closed her eyes and listened to the music and tried to ignore her surroundings.
She opened her eyes as the table began pulling her out of the tube.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" the MRI technician asked.
Erika shook her head.
Her attendant returned and said, "Okay, now, before we do the CAT scan, I need you to drink these two," she held up two one-pint containers.
"What is it?" Erika asked taking them.
"It's called contrast. It helps us see your digestive system in the CAT scan. It's kind of chalky, but they say they flavored it with orange flavoring."
She led Erika back to the waiting area inside the changing rooms.
"I'll be back in about twenty minutes."
Erika unscrewed the cap of the first bottle and took a sip, "Ech. This stuff is nasty."
"Drink as much as you can," the woman handed her another warm blanket and left her alone with the gastric torture drinks.
As hungry as she was, she had a horrible time getting the chalky, viscous drinks down.
"How did you do?" the attendant asked when she came back for her.
"I was only able to drink the one," Erika told her apologetically, "My stomach told me if I attempted the other that I'd be vomiting. Sorry."
"One is better than none. Come on, let's get this over with," she smiled.
She led Erika into a side room. I just need to get an IV started real quick."
"What for?" Erika was starting to panic.
"We have to inject your blood stream with a different kind of contrast so that we can see all of your blood vessels in the CAT scan."
Erika took a deep breath, nodded and sat in a chair and nervously waited as the attendant got her tape, needles and whatever vampire-ish things she needed.
Erika saw the attendant grasp the needle and point it at her skin. She turned her head and tried not to think about the small sliver of steel being shoved through her skin and into her vein. She felt a little prick just below her elbow and turned back to to see her tape some tubing down and then twist a syringe into it and push the plunger.
"You might taste some saltiness," she explained.
Erika felt a bit of cool inside her arm, and then she tasted a metallic, almost iodine, taste.
The attendant led her into a room with what looked to be a large white dough-nut with a familiar looking table sticking out of it. The attendant assisted her onto the table and covered her with another warm blanket. She hooked a long tube up to the one sticking out of her arm and placed it under the blanket.
"This won't take too long. Just hold still. There will be a point in which the machine will ask you to hold your breath. If you need to breathe, just do it very slowly. Okay?"
She smiled as Erika nodded, and left her alone with the CAT scan technician. The tech pushed a few buttons and made a few adjustments.
"We'll be right on the other side of that glass."
A few moments later, the machine began to make a whirling noise. The table that Erika was laying on then shifted, dragging her into the machine.
"Okay, we're going to inject the contrast. You might feel some warmth or get a metallic taste in your mouth," a voice said over a speaker.
Erika licked her lips as she tasted the stuff that they were talking about.
"Okay, hold still, here we go," the voice instructed.
Erika lay on the table as it slowly shifted back out of the circle of plastic with parts whirling around inside.
A few minutes later the attendant came back in, "You're done here," she said, disconnecting the IV from Erika's arm.
She assisted Erika into a sitting position, "They want to do another MRI."
"Another one? Is there something wrong?" Erika asked.
"They just want to get some better pictures," The lady smiled.
The smile, however, looked forced and she also averted her gaze from Erika.
She took Erika a few doors down the hall, back to the first room she had gone into. In a few moments, Erika was again laying on her back being drawn into the narrow tube.
They found something, Erika thought, What did they find? Oh, God, I hope I'm not sick! I don't feel sick. I haven't felt sick. Please don't let it be anything.
Erika was a nervous wreck as she got dressed in the changing room. She had questioned the attendant several times, but she kept saying that she didn't know anything and that her doctor would contact her if they felt it was necessary.
"How did it go?" her mother greeted her in the waiting area.
"I don't know," Erika confessed, "I think they found something. They did the MRI again."
"Sometimes a slight movement will cause a shadow or some blurring," Her mother soothed her, "I'm sure it's all right."
"They made me drink some nasty stuff," Erika admitted, "I almost vomited. It was disgusting."
"Should we get some lunch to get that taste out of your mouth?" she asked.
Erika shrugged, "I'm not sure how much I can eat, but something to get rid of that nasty orange taste."
"So, I guess you won't be eating lunch at school today?" Erika's mother inquired, sitting across from her at a Mexican restaurant.
"This beats cafeteria lunches any day," Erika grinned.
Her stomach felt a little better once she put some tortilla chips into it to help soak up the chalky substance forced upon her. Her nerves however, were almost as bad as they had been in the dressing room.
"What if something IS wrong with me?" she asked.
"You are a boy who wants to be a girl, Erika. Something already is wrong with you."
"I mean wrong with me," Erika swept a hand over her body.
"Well, IF there is something wrong with you, then... we'll just have to take care of it," she answered as she looked in Erika's eyes, "Waiting is the hard part. Once we know what is going on, then it's easier. We just go through the steps that need to be taken."
She reached out and took Erika's hand in hers across the table, "Just because I don't agree with this decision of yours doesn't mean that I don't love you. I do. I love you very much."
She squeezed Erika's hand.
Erika's eyes glistened. She blinked back tears and smiled at her mother.
"Do you have anything important going on at school today?"
"Not really, but I have to show up for Rally. I have already missed too much."
"Okay. How about we play hooky?" her mother asked.
"What did you have in mind?" Erika asked.
"Homecoming is in just a couple of days. You think we should go and get a mani-pedi?"
"Huh?"
"You should get some acrylic nails so that your hands look nice for Homecoming. While we are there you may as well get a pedicure so that your toes look great in your new shoes. You haven't had your nails done have you?"
"Actually, I did at camp." Erika informed her.
The two finished their food and climbed back into the car.
"Feeling better?" her mother asked.
"Yes, a bit," Erika tried to give her mother a reassuring smile.
But she hadn't seen the lie in the attendant's eyes, or the stiffer attitude, or more rigid posture.
Erika sat next to her mother in a deep, leather chair with her feet in a hot water bath. A device of some sort rolled and vibrated up and down her back as a nail tech worked on one foot and then the next. Erika opened her eyes and smiled at her mother who was watching her then glanced down at the long, acrylic nails adorning her fingers. She had to admit that their addition made her fingers look much more feminine.
"Whenever I'm feeling stressed, I get my feet done," her mother murmured to her.
"I can see why," Erika moaned as the tech massaged her feet and calves.
"I'll be back to pick you up in two hours," Mrs. Martin promised, signing Erika into school.
Erika hoisted her duffel onto her shoulder and walked out of the office. Her feet felt light and tingly after being pampered. She found a private bathroom and changed into her work out clothes before heading down to the gym.
It was still just a few minutes before the school's bell rang the end of the school day. The last gym class was already in the locker room changing out their gym clothes. The gym seemed larger and more eerie without loud voices. She set her duffel down, and went to the storage closet and began pulling mats out and setting them up for practice. She found the chore a little harder now that she had longer finger nails.
"Oh, good, you made it," Taylor greeted her.
"Hi, Taylor. I had to get some medical tests done. But I made it."
"What's going on?" Taylor asked.
"I'm not sure. I had to get an MRI done as well as a CAT scan."
"Are you hurt?"
"No," Erika shook her head.
"Sick?"
"Not sure," she admitted to the older girl, "I've been going through some testing to find out."
"Find out what?"
"I'd... I'd rather not say just yet," Erika looked away.
"Okay. Just let me know when you feel you can," Taylor said, grabbing a mat and setting it.
"Taylor?"
"Yeah?" the dark skinned girl looked up.
"This Friday's game is Homecoming. If I'm picked for the court, I'm supposed to be presented at half time, right? What do I do? If I'm picked, I'm supposed to wear a dress and stuff."
"You and me both," Taylor smiled, "They announced the winners of the court today."
"You didn't win Homecoming queen?" Erika asked.
Taylor scoffed, "I was never going to win, I just wanted to be on the court. You won, too."
"Who is the Queen?"
"Who else, but Melinda?" Taylor smiled again.
"So what do we do?" Erika asked.
"We sit this game out until after half time. Then we change and cheer the last half."
Erika nodded, understanding.
Jordon, Jorge and Krystal joined them. Samantha came in through another door, pulling an ice chest behind her full of ice cold bottled water.
"Let's start stretching," Taylor took on a more authoritative tone.
"You got your nails done," Samantha exclaimed, "they look good!"
"Thanks." Erika grinned.
Erika's mother entered the gym just before practice was over.
"Excuse me," she called with a serious look on her face.
"Mom, we're almost done," Erika turned red. How could her mother embarrass her like this?
"I'm sorry girls. I need to take Erika now," her mother insisted.
"Now?" Erika asked, "We're almost done."
"Go ahead, Erika," Taylor nodded, "See you tomorrow."
Erika with a bewildered look grabbed a bottle of cold water and her duffel.
"What is it?" she asked her mother as they left the gym.
"Dr. Bob called and said he needs to see us in his office as soon as possible."
Erika's heart stopped. Not just skipped a beat, full-on stopped for two seconds before it raced.
"What is it?"
"He wouldn't say over the phone. He just asked that your father and I bring you into see him."
Oh God! Erika's brain screamed.
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Erika's father's truck pulled up and parked next to the car.
"I had to reschedule my afternoon appointments, sorry it took so long to get here. What is this about?" Mr. Martin asked.
"Dr. Lipdick wouldn't say," Mrs. Martin shrugged, "He just asked that we come see him."
"What's wrong with me, Daddy?" Erika voice was bordering on a frightened whine.
"Where do I start?" her father cracked a smile.
Erika let the jest roll off her back. She had more important things to worry about right now.
Oh shit, Erika thought, Good news never comes when you are invited into "the office."
Dr. Bob and her father quickly introduced themselves and settled down into chairs.
"Thanks for coming on such short notice," Dr. Bob sat forward, "The results of the CAT scan and MRI show that Erika has a small tumor."
"Oh dear God!" her mother gasped.
"Where is this tumor?" her dad asked.
"It's pressing on the pituitary gland," Dr. Bob answered.
"A brain tumor?" Erika's mom asked.
Oh my God! I have a brain tumor! Erika's brain screamed.
"Am I going to die?" Erika asked, her voice seemed a thousand miles away.
The room went silent as everyone looked from one to the other.
"I don't believe you will die," Dr. Bob told her calmly, "It's too early to determine anything of that sort. The tumor looks to be encapsulated and is about the size of a small grape."
"Is that why I don't have testosterone?" Erika asked.
Dr. Bob nodded before replying, "The tumor is sitting between the hypothalamus and the pituitary gland. I believe that the tumor is obstructing the signals the hypothalamus is sending to the pituitary gland to release hormones."
"So it's the tumor that's blocking Eric from going through puberty?" Erika's mother inquired.
Dr. Bob nodded, “In most cases of this kind of tumor causes the opposite problem that Erika is experiencing. Most people with this kind of tumor suffer from a massive increace in hormone production resulting in giantism. There however have been a few documented cases where the tumor practically shuts off the hormone production.”
"So is this tumor operable?" her father asked.
"It is."
He reached behind himself and pulled a plastic head off from the shelf behind him. One half of the head was missing to illustrate the sinus cavity and brain.
"I spoke to the neurosurgeon this afternoon. He says that they can enter that part of the brain through the sinus cavity behind the nose. Basically they drill a hole in the back of your nose and probe into the base of the brain. They will cauterize it or more likely, try and excise it."
"Will he then start puberty?" Erika's mother asked.
"Once the tumor is removed, the signals from the hypothalamus should begin to trigger the pituitary gland into releasing testosterone, and then yes, puberty will take place. If it doesn't we can supplement the system with hormone treatments."
"Does that mean I have to go back to being Eric?" Erika asked.
"Your body will want to take on more masculine attributes, yes," was Dr. Bob's response.
"What if we leave the tumor in?" Erika asked.
"What are you saying?" Erika's mom asked, "Leave the tumor in?"
"If I decide to leave the tumor in, can I remain Erika?"
"That is a question only you can decide," Dr. Bob told her, "Even if we take the tumor out and you wish to remain Erika, I, along with Dr. Barts, can help you achieve that end."
"Doctor, do you think that this tumor could be causing Eric to have this Gender Identity issue?" her mother asked.
"I think that this tumor is only part of the equation," he said, "The lack of testosterone in Eric's system has kept him from developing normally, but," he held up his hand to ward off interruption, "Many genetic males who have testosterone coursing through their veins have Gender Identity Disorder."
"So it may be the tumor and it may only be partially the tumor," Erika's father summed up.
Dr. Bob nodded, "It goes back to that whole nurture or nature argument."
"We did not raise Eric to be a girl," Erika's mom protested.
"I didn't mean to infer that you did."
"My Uncle is Transgendered, could it be genetic?" Erika's father asked.
"To tell you the truth... we just don't know for sure."
"Why didn't they say anything when I had my CAT scan this last summer?" Erika asked.
"What CAT scan?" Erika's dad asked.
"I hit my head on a diving board and had to get stitches," Erika waved vaguely as she answered, "They did a CAT scan then."
"I've had a radiologist look over those scans as well," Dr. Bob explained, "They were looking for hematomas and skull fractures, not brain tumors. It was done in an E.R. setting with no indication that there might be a tumor."
He tried to explain why it was missed.
"CAT scans also don't show the brain as well as MRIs do and it wasn't very visible. The radiologist who looked over the films said that with the quality of the scan, he'd say that the tumor hasn't grown or changed much in the past few months."
"So it's not spreading or growing then?" Mr. Martin verified.
"No. If it is growing it is doing so very slowly. You may have had this for a few years and not even known it," Dr Bob looked at Erika.
"So when do we schedule to have this removed?" Erika's mom asked.
"If it's not growing, or doing anything to me, I don't think I want to have it removed," Erika stated firmly.
"How can you say that? You have a tumor in your brain!" Erika's mother sputtered.
"If it's not doing anything to me, then why should I have it removed?" Erika asked.
"So that you can go on living a happy normal life," her mother answered exasperatedly.
"For the first time in years, I am happy, and living a normal life," Erika countered.
"You're trying to be a girl, Eric."
"You two need to hold this for some other time." Mr. Martin cut in, giving his wife a stern look. He looked back to Dr. Bob, "What are all of our options?"
"Surgery is the best option at this point." He stated. "You could opt for localized radiation treatments. It's less invasive."
"Chemo?" Erika's father cringed.
"Chemotherapy would be overkill at this point," Dr. Bob shook his head, "If the tumor starts to grow at an alarming rate or travels, then chemotherapy following surgery would be an option."
Erika as well as her mother and father all breathed a sigh of relief.
"I will want to have you get an MRI again next week, and then perhaps a couple of weeks after that to see if it is progressing at all," Dr. Bob told them.
"What if we opt for surgery?" Mrs. Martin asked.
"Then we'll need to schedule you with an appointment with Dr. Boasso. He'll want current MRIs as well. If you decide to go ahead with that route, then you could schedule surgery within the next four weeks."
"Dr. Bob?" Erika asked, "What would you do if it was you?"
"I can't answer that," Dr. Bob's lips tightened, "This is a question for you and your family to decide upon."
Erika nodded. Her mind was a whirl. She had a brain tumor. She had a tumor that could be causing her to want to be a girl, but that wasn't necessarily true. Dr. Bob said that there were normal guys out there, with testosterone pumping through their veins who wanted to be girls. Could this tumor be causing this whole thing? What if she had the tumor removed and she had to go back to being Eric? Would her parents let her switch schools? Or better yet, move to a different state so that no one could recognize him? What if the tumor got bigger? What if she had no choice but to have it removed? Could she just let it be? Could she really lead a somewhat normal life, knowing that she had a grape-sized growth in her brain?
Erika wanted to scream. The rest of the meeting was a blur. Options were put out on both sides, but she was in too much inner turmoil to pay attention.
She vaguely remembered following her parents out of the office and into the parking lot. She followed her dad to his truck.
"Ride home with me," her mother directed, "I want to talk to you."
"I'm too messed up right now. I want to ride home with Dad," Erika muttered.
Her mother huffed and slammed the door of the car before driving off.
Erika, on auto-pilot, buckled her seatbelt and stared out the window.
"I've got a brain tumor?" she mumbled.
Her father looked at her with worry and love, "It'll be alright, honey."
Erika just stared out the window. A brain tumor.
"We need to talk about this," her mother stood in the foyer with hands on her hips.
"Not now, honey," Erika's father told her.
"Our son has a brain tumor causing dysfunctional behavior. We need to talk about this... NOW." she demanded.
"Our daughter has just found out that she has a tumor. She is in shock and freaking out. Let her grasp the concept of this first," her father ordered, very nearly angrily.
He turned to Erika, "Go on upstairs and take a shower."
Erika nodded and gladly retreated from the war zone. As she climbed the stairs she heard her parents' arguing drifting on the other end of the house. She shut the door behind her and sat on the end of her bed, staring off into space.
A brain tumor. Didn't just old people get tumors? How could she finally get accepted by her peers, make friends and start to be happy only to find out that she had a brain tumor?
"Why do you hate me so much?" she asked the heavens, "You grant me just what I've always wanted, and just when I start getting used to it, you rip it away? Why?"
She found herself twirling a finger through the ends of her hair, the shiny finish from the longer nails caught her eye. With a heavy sigh, she pushed herself up and stepped into a shower to wash away the sweat away.
Erika lifted her fingers to her head and began to feel it, as if feeling for something odd, something that wasn't supposed to be there. As if, somehow, she could actually feel the grape-sized lump.
Erika bellowed in frustration and dried off. She worked a towel through her hair, slipped into her nightgown and flopped on her bed.
"What am I supposed to be?" she asked her ceiling, "Do I get the tumor removed and go back to being Eric? I'd go through normal puberty and end up some hairy, nerdy guy. Or do I keep it and live the rest of a short life as a girl?
Her phone sounded. She ignored it at first but decided she needed a distraction.
"Hello?"
"Erika, are you all right?" Samantha's voice asked, "What happened?"
"I had to go see the doctor."
"I thought you spent the day at the doctor's."
"It sure felt like it."
"And?" Samantha asked.
"He says I have a brain tumor," Erika winced as she said the words aloud.
Silence fell over the phone.
After a moment, "You have a what?" Samantha asked for clarification, disbelieving she'd heard correctly.
"The doctor says I have a brain tumor."
"Oh my God..." Samantha's voice was distant, her tone filled with shock, "How bad is it?"
"They want me to go have surgery to remove it," Erika explained.
"Well, duh," Samantha agreed, "When do you think they will do it?"
"I'm not sure if I want them to."
"What? You can't be serious," Samantha sounded worried.
Erika explained what had been told to her just that afternoon.
"Shit," Samantha swore.
"Are you okay? I mean you can still go to school, and cheer and stuff, can't you?"
"As far as I know."
"Does it hurt?"
"No. The doctor said that I might not have even noticed for a couple more years."
"So are you still going to Homecoming?"
"I think so. I don't see why I couldn't."
"Erika, I don't want you to die!" Samantha blurted out, "I'd rather you be my guy friend and live then be a girlfriend and die."
It was Erika's turn to be silent.
"Have you told Tricia yet?"
"No. I just got home and took a shower. You're the first."
"I'm so sorry, Erika," Samantha snuffed.
"Me too," Erika muttered.
"Call, Tricia. I'll see you at school tomorrow, right?"
"I think so."
"Okay, call me if you need anything," Samantha offered
"I will."
Erika ended the call and lay in bed. She felt drained, tired. She picked up her phone again and called Tricia.
Tricia, like Samantha was in shock. By the end of the conversation, both girls were crying.
"I'm coming over," Tricia told her.
"It's kind of late."
"My best friend, who is also my girlfriend, is having an actual life-and-death crisis. I'm coming over," she repeated firmly.
"My parents are arguing downstairs. It's not the best time," Erika explained.
"Then maybe my presence will make them behave a little more civil to one another. Do you need anything?" she asked.
"Just a hug."
"See you in a tick."
Erika slipped some socks onto her manicured toes and padded half way down the stairs.
"I just got off the phone with Tricia," she called out over her parents' harsh, yet quiet tones, "She's coming over to give me some company."
"This isn't really a good time," Erika's mother growled.
"I told her that, but she's coming anyway," Erika turned on the stairs and went back into her room.
Erika was staring at herself in the mirror when her door opened. Tricia dropped her purse on Erika's bed and marched across the room with her arms open. Erika was enveloped in a tight embrace.
"I love you, Erika," Tricia cried.
Erika buried her teary face into Tricia's soft blond curls, "Thank you."
"What for?" Tricia asked.
"For everything... For loving me."
Part 32 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Edeyn "So I'm off the squad?" Erika demanded, "Someone says I'm sick and I am banned from participating?" Taylor asked, "I know you're bi, and you've been seen making out with Julian Rock. Did he get you pregnant?" |
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"Yes."
"I don't know what to do about my hair," Erika fretted.
"Don't worry. It's just the presentation. The important stuff comes tomorrow," Erika's mother explained, "You sure you are feeling up to this?"
"I have a brain tumor, Mom, I'm not dead," Erika rolled her eyes, "Yes, I feel fine. Emotionally drained, but fine."
"Okay. I'll see you before the game... you sure, you don't want me to drive you?"
"No. I mean, yes, I'm sure. Samantha's here now and we're supposed to meet up with Tricia," Erika swung her duffel onto her shoulder and headed for the front door.
"How are you feeling?" Samantha inquired, looking her friend skeptically.
"I'm a bit tired, but that's just because I didn't sleep well," Erika admitted.
"I wonder why?" Samantha's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Oh, I don't know, I guess somethings been on my mind..." Erika cracked a smile.
"You aren't going to cheer tonight are you?" Samantha nodded towards the cheer outfit that Erika was wearing.
"I don't see why I can't," Erika shrugged, "Nothing has really changed."
"You have a freaking brain tumor!" Samantha exclaimed.
"So?" Erika shrugged, "I'm not made of porcelain."
"Did you talk to Tricia last night?"
"Yea, she came over last night to comfort me."
"Oh?" Samantha's eyebrow rose.
"Mom and Dad were arguing about what I should do. She came over to give me a hug."
"What? She did a drive-by hugging?" Samantha smiled.
Erika laughed, "That's good. A drive-by hugging," she said as she chuckled, "Yes, she did."
"Are you ready for tonight?" Samantha asked.
"My mom's bringing my dress, shoes and stuff to the school. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about this, though," she touched her hair.
"With all of the girls on the cheer squad, I'm sure one of us can do something with it," Samantha looked up at the sky, "It's supposed to be overcast tonight, but no rain. So it won't be quite so cold."
"So?" Erika shrugged.
"So," Samantha went on, "It may be warm enough that you won't have to wear a coat during the presentation."
"Oh."
Tricia was out of the front door before they even turned up the driveway. She flew down the pavement and wrapped her arms around Erika, holding her for a long moment.
"Are you ready for tomorrow night?" Tricia asked.
"I think so," Erika started to wonder.
"Boutineer?"
"Oh, shit! Are we supposed to get those for Homecoming? I thought it was only for Prom."
"Don't worry. I got him one," Tricia assured her.
"You don't mind this double date thing do you?"
"Not as long as I have you there," Tricia squeezed Erika's hand.
"What are you talking about?" Samantha asked.
"You three are acting all... weird," Victoria looked from Samantha to Erika to Tricia.
"I've noticed it, too," Krystal said turning her attention away from Jorge.
Samantha gave Erika an alarming look.
"Come on," Victoria urged, "We were all at camp together. We've kept..." She glanced at Jorge for a moment then back to Erika and Samantha.
"We've got a special pact, a sisterhood. We should be let in on it," she finished.
"It's up to you," Samantha said to Erika.
"I won't tell, either," Jorge added, "Krystal would kill me if I did," he gave Krystal a smile.
Erika took a deep breath and sighed long and hard before nodding. The small party of friends leaned closer to hear what she was about to say.
"I don't want this to get around the school," Erika looked from one to the other.
"Only Samantha and Tricia know so far and I don't plan on telling anyone else, so I'll know if I hear about it."
Her friends nodded.
"Last night I found out that I have..." she paused, took a breath, "I have a brain tumor."
"Oh my God!" Victoria gasped.
Krystal just stared at her, "Cancer?" she managed to mutter.
"Don't know yet. The doctor said it was the size of a grape."
"Where?" Krystal asked.
"The pituitary," Erika explained.
"Does it hurt? Causing problems?" Victoria inquired.
"It hasn't caused me any pain," Erika told them, "It has impacted..." her eyes flicked to Jorge for just a moment, "my hormones."
"What are you going to do?" Victoria asked, "is it operable?"
"The doctor says that it might be taken out."
"That really sucks," Jorge shook his head.
Tricia rolled her eyes, "D'ya think?" she oozed sarcasm.
Victoria flipped her long, dark braid over her shoulder and stood up, "I want a hug," she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Erika. Krystal's arms were around the two of them a moment later, followed by Samantha's and Tricia's.
"Whoah, can I get in on this action?" Greg remarked.
"Go to hell," Tricia spat.
"Oooh, fiesty," Tyler laughed.
"Grow up," Samantha sneered.
Melinda pulled Erika out of the gym and into a back hall, "I got word that you have a brain tumor."
"Who told you that?" Erika demanded.
"It doesn't matter," Melinda argued, "What matters is that nothing happens to you that could endanger your recovery."
"So I'm off the squad?" Erika demanded, "Someone says I'm sick and I am banned from participating?"
"You are definitely NOT off the squad," Melinda's voice was harsh.
She took a deep breath and softened her tone, "It's a school insurance thing. The school doesn't want a lawsuit against them if something should happen and you get hurt."
"So it's okay for someone to fall off from a pyramid and break a leg, but not okay for someone with a brain tumor to dance?" Erika demanded.
"Erika, please, don't get mad at me, I'm just the messenger. Take it up with Principal Crawford."
"Principal Crawford knows?" Erika could feel her blood boiling, "Who else knows about this? Does the whole school know?"
"No!" Melinda defended, "Calm down, please, Erika. No one else knows about this. I didn't tell anyone."
"Except Principal Crawford."
"No, Principal Crawford told me," Melinda corrected, "I swear, I didn't tell anyone."
"So what am I supposed to do?" Erika demanded.
"Talk to Principal Crawford," Melinda was almost in tears.
"Fine!" Erika spun on her heels and stormed through the gym and towards the office.
"Rally squad," Erika corrected, "Rally only dances, we don't do tumbling."
"It doesn't change my decision. I'm sorry Erika."
"What if I get my doctor to write a letter saying that it would be okay?"
"Then, it would take the liability off of the school, and I would most definitely allow you back," Principal Crawford explained.
"Mrs. Crawford, how did you find out? Who told you?" Erika asked.
"I got a concerned call from your mother," The Principal disclosed.
Erika bit back some very unladylike words, and kept silent.
"She's worried about you, Erika," Principal Crawford tried to excuse Erika's mother.
Erika kept silent.
"Is there anything I can do?" the principal asked.
"Let me back on the squad," Erika offered.
"Other than that. I can authorize a few more days off if you need it."
"I think I'll be fine, thanks."
Principal Crawford's voice was very motherly, "Are you going to be all right for tonight?"
"I'll be fine," Erika sulked, "I'd be better if I was dancing with my squad."
"I truly am sorry, Erika."
"Can I go now?"
Principal Crawford nodded.
Erika wanted to cry, but she'd feel stupid, if she let loose. Just what I need, to be a stinking crybaby. She hung her head.
"What's going on?" Taylor asked sitting down next to her, "Melinda said that Crawford won't allow you to cheer today for medical reasons."
"I... I really can't talk about it," Erika told her.
"I'm the Rally Captain, other than Melinda I should have the right to know what's going on."
"I know, I'm sorry," Erika sighed, "It's just I don't want anyone to know, and too many people know already."
"It's medical, right?" Taylor asked.
Erika nodded.
"I can't see how being on your period would have Crawford exclude you from Rally. Are you pregnant?"
"What?"
"Are you pregnant?" Taylor asked, "I know you're bi, and you've been seen making out with Julian Rock. Did he get you pregnant?"
"No!" Erika didn't know if she should laugh... or be insulted, "I'm just not ready to have my issues spread all over the school."
"I wouldn't tell anyone," Taylor cajoled her, "I was just curious and concerned is all."
"I have a brain tumor," Erika mumbled.
"No, seriously," Taylor scoffed.
"I am serious," Erika locked the dark girl's gaze.
"Oh, shit, you are serious aren't you?"
Erika nodded, "I found out yesterday."
"That's why your mom came by?"
"To take me to the doctor to get the news."
"Shit. That really sucks," Taylor shook her head, "Can they do something for it?"
"They want to cut it out."
Taylor shuddered at the thought, "When?"
"I don't know yet."
"You don't want anyone to know, huh?"
Erika shook her head.
"Okay. I won't say a word," Taylor gave Erika's knee a squeeze.
"Thanks."
Taylor wrapped Erika up in a hug and gave her a squeeze, "You excited about tonight?"
"Not yet," Erika admitted.
"Got other things on you mind, huh?"
"Literally," Erika smiled.
"Well, at least you can join us in the parade," Taylor encouraged her.
"I won't be able to do the pep rally," Erika scoffed.
"There will be next year," Taylor noted.
"Perhaps."
"How are we going to cheer on this?" Erika asked.
"Well," Jordon smiled, "You aren't. You are in the court, so you have to ride with them."
The blonde pointed down the line of vehicles and student-made floats lined up in the school parking lot.
"Have fun, Erika," Samantha smiled, "I'll be riding in one of those cars next year."
"There you are," Taylor ran up to her, "Come on, they're waiting for us."
The dark skinned beauty pulled on Erika's arm and guided her to a line of convertible cars.
"Here you go, Erika," Principal Crawford held something sparkly out. Erika took it and looked more closely at it. A small, silver tiara with white stones glimmered and dazzled her eyes in the little light being let through the clouds.
"Here slip this on, too."
Taylor held up a wide sash that draped over her shoulder. She looked down and read 'Princess' in dark letters.
"How do I..." Erika looked in askance at the tiara.
"Here, let me," Tricia came up behind her and gently took the tiara from her.
Tricia stood in front of her and carefully placed the circlet upon her head. She carefully adjusted it, then pushed the combs down into Erika's hair, securing it.
"Beautiful," she smiled.
She leaned forward and brushed her lips against Erika's.
"You're as pretty as a Princess."
"Um, she is a Princess," Taylor pointed out.
Erika flushed at the description.
"Come sit with me," Taylor summoned her.
Erika climbed into a red convertible T-bird, and sat up on the top of the back seat next to her Rally friend.
"What exactly are we doing?" Erika asked Taylor.
"We are parading to the park next to the courthouse and having our pep rally. Didn't your school do that?"
"Not a parade," Erika lied.
School had always let out early on Homecoming, so Eric always took advantage of the distraction and escaped school to the comfort of his computer and comix.
The red-and-white-clad marching band at the front of the parade began playing the school fight song.
"Here we go," Taylor beamed.
A moment later the salesperson from the car lot that the car was from released the brake and the red convertible slowly followed the floats and vehicles in front of it.
Erika was surprised to see people lining up in front of their homes to wave as the students passed, cheering and waving. Some of the student body clubs even threw candy to young kids smiling up from beside their parents. Patrons at businesses, as well as business owners, along the route came out and smiled.
Erika waved and smiled, mimicking Taylor's posture and body language as much as possible.
The park had a small stage that was permanently set up. During the summer festivals, entertainers would use it to entertain the crowd. Today, however, it was set up with a PA System. Samantha, in Melinda's absence, was in charge of the Cheer squad. Both squads lined the back of the stage. The marching band was in rank off to one side playing the fight song to the cheering and clapping of the students. A few guys sat up in the winter stripped branches of nearby trees to get a virtually unobstructed view of the rally.
Principal Crawford, bundled in a black pea coat, welcomed the student body and then introduced the football coach who spoke followed by Greg and Tyler who both told the gathered how they hoped to play a good game and win. The Student Body President then took the microphone, and introduced Melinda as the Homecoming Queen and then one-by-one announced the court.
Hearing her name, Erika's heart sped up. For once she wasn't scared or nervous. Just excited. She joined the others of the court on the stage as hundreds of pairs of eyes watched her. For once in her life, having so many eyes focused on her didn't scare her. It was almost a rush. The faces of those watching her were filled with happiness and content, rather than malice and rejection. For the first time in a long time, Erika felt accepted. Sure, her sisters of Cabin Columbine had accepted her, but it was quite a struggle to get to that point. A struggle with other strong personalities as well as a struggle within her own mind, of the possibility that she might actually like being a girl. Now, she not only liked it, she felt comfortable and accepted as such.
After the pep rally, Taylor guided her back to the car and the nice salesman quickly drove them back to the school.
"You're coming to pizza right?" Taylor asked.
"Pizza?"
"It's tradition. The cheerleaders and football players and a lot of the students meet up at Pizza Barn for a pizza feed before we go back to the school and get ready for the game.
"I... I guess so," Erika stammered, not ready for this, "Let me see what Samantha and Tricia are doing."
"They'll be there too," Taylor stated confidently.
"Okay. Sure, I guess."
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Erika's phone sounded. Her mother texted to say that she was out front with Erika's dress.
“How could you?” Erika demanded of her mother.
“Hey now, watch your attitude.” Mrs. Martin warned. “What are you talking about?”
“You told Principal Crawford about my head.”
“Only in concern for your safety.”
Erika took the dress plastic wrapped dress from her mother, “They won't let me be on the Rally squad now.” Erika complained. “Why did you have to tell anyone?”
“You have a tumor in your brain, Eric.” Mrs. Martin stated. Erika ignored the use of her other name. “A tumor. What would happen if you were to get kicked in the head, or fell and hit your head and the tumor ruptured or something? It could kill you. Use your brain.”
Erika harumphed. “So you don't want me to be on Rally squad, is that it?”
“That is not it at all. In fact, I think rally squad has been good for you,” her mother's voice was starting to take on an edge. “I am only worried about your safety. If you have a tumor, you have to avoid certain risks, and that includes Rally squad.”
Erika took the bag small bag from her mother, containing shoes, nylons and extra undergarmets.
“So this is your way to make me have the surgey?”
“No, I am just trying to show you that if you do not have the surgery, that you will have to make certain life style choices and changes.” her mother fired back. “Now, do you want me to do something with your hair?” she asked changing the subject.
“No.” Erika's voice was still sharp. “Samantha said that she would do it.”
“Okay. What time does your father and I need to be here tonight?”
“It depends upon how the game goes. It's at half time. Just come to the game.”
Her mother nodded. “Okay. Are you hungry? Do you want me to bring you any food?”
Erika shook her head. “I'll be fine.”
Her mother reached into her purse. “Here take this just in case.” She handed Erika a twenty dollar bill.
“Thanks.” Erika begrudgenly accepted the offer.
Her mother faced her hesitantly. “See you tonight?” She stepped forward.
“Okay.” Erika's hands were full. Her mother awkwardly wrapped her arms around her, then stepped back.
Erika took the dress and bag into a deserted bathroom. She thought about making this transformation in the girl's locker room but it was too risky with the cheer and rally squads at work in the gym. The only place she could think of was the girls bathroom across the school in the hall where the art and music classes were. No one should be here at this time of day, espacially on Homecoming game day.
She took a extra precaution and entered the handicap stall, hung her dress on the hook on the back of the door and made sure that the toilet lid was down before placing her bag on it. She slipped out of her shell, and turtleneck and skirt and stood facing her dress in her panties, rally nylons and tennis shoes.
Erika slid the plastic sheath off of the dress and looked at it's rich fabric and pretty detailing.
Should she keep her rally nylons on to keep her warm? Or change them into the silky sheer ones that would feel ever so heavenly upon her legs?
She decided to save the sheer ones for the following night, when she hoped Tricia would be exploring their silkiness with her hands. She took the dress off it's hanger, unzipped the back and stepped into it. Already the heaviness and luxuriousness of the fabric was intoxicating her as she pulled the bodice up and secured it into place.
Erika adjusted her breast forms to settle into the cups of the dress and looked down at the skirt. She reached into the bag that her mother brought and pulled out her heels, pulled off the white tennis and stepped into the shoe, instantly adding height and shifting her center of gravity. Erika tucked her rally uniform and tennis into the bag and exited the stall as two girls from the marching band entered the bathroom.
“Oh, Hi Erika.” One of them smiled, “Wow! What a pretty dress.”
“Thank you.” Erika only flushed a little pink. It was a very pretty dress, and she knew it.
“The color looks fantastic on you.” the other commented.
“Julian Rock is taking you to Homecoming, right?”
Erika nodded.
“You make such a perfect couple. Did you know about rumor that you and Tricia Thompson were lesbian lovers?”
Erika nodded again. “Except it's not a rumor.” she smiled at the shock on the girl's face.
“But. . . “
“Quit before you say anything else stupid, Hannah.” the other giggled nervously. She shook her head and looked Erika back over. “You do look quite stunning in that dress, Erika.”
“Thank you. I've got to go get my hair done and put on my face.” Erika excused herself from the bathroom before any more revelations were made, or other rumors started.
Each step in her heels caused the skirt of her dress to kick out and move around her making a swishing noise. She smiled at herself enjoying the feel of the fabric and the freedom of not wearing pants.
Her heels made a clicking sound as she moved from the carpeted halls to the hard wood floor of the gym. The cheer squad was in the middle of doing a tumbling pass then Jorge and Krystal tossed one of the smaller girls high into the air. She did a flip and fell back into their waiting arms.
Erika quickly stepped over to the grand stands and took a seat, being careful to keep her knees together, even though they were covered by the skirt of her dress.
“Damn girl! You clean up nice.” Taylor approached. “I was just about to change myself, want to keep me company?”
“I — uh- I was going to watch the rest of the squad to see if I can learn how to dance better.” Erika struggled to find an excuse.
“Oh, come on, I'd like the company. Besides, you could put your makeup on while I'm changing.” Taylor grabbed Erika's arm and pulled her from her seat.
“Really, Taylor, I was hoping to watch.” Erika didn't want to be rude by yanking her arm free.
“You can watch them tonight at the game. I need company. I hate being in the locker room alone. I've seen too many slasher movies.” she smiled. “And the first season of Heros didn't help any either.”
Erika grabbed her bag and gave in to her squad captain.
The locker room echoed with the click of her heels as she entered. Only a little cleaner than the boys locker room, this one smelled a bit better. Less sweat and more of perfume. Taylor dragged Erika over to a section of lockers and opened one up.
“How are you doing?” She asked. “How is the brain?”
“Fine.” Erika looked everywhere but at Taylor who began taking off her shell. “Where's the best place for me to put my makeup on?” She asked.
“There is a mirror over there. The light is a little better, but not much.” Taylor pointed.
“Do you mind?” Erika asked.
“No, I just want someone else in here with me so Sylar doesn't come in here and carve me up.” Taylor smiled.
Relieved that she'd be out of sight of Taylor, Erika pulled out her makeup bag and started enhancing her face. If she were to have the operation, what would she be looking at in the mirror? Whould she be looking at a chissled jaw and facial hair? Or would she be looking at glowing soft skin and long luxurious locks?
Taylor continued talking about rally, school, boys and the excitement of the night. Erika only answered direct questions and gave short assurances that she was still in the area.
Taylor stepped around the locker, showing herself for the first time. A yellow dress with silver sequins and rhinestones flowed over her flawless chocolate skin. Strappy sandals with clear white stones finished off the look.
“Wow.” Erika gasped.
“Could you zip me up?” Taylor asked turning around.
Erika felt a pull in her groin as she stepped forward. Smooth dark skin and well muscled shoulders stood waiting for her. She ached to touch that perfect skin, to carress it and feel it's silkiness under her fingers, but gained control of herself and zipped her squad leader's dress.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.
“Do you find me pretty?” Taylor asked.
“Huh? What?”
“I've heard that you swing both ways. You know, You've been seen making out with Tricia and Julian.”
Erika felt her face redden.
“I was just wondering if you find me attractive as well?” Taylor asked. “I noticed that you looked uncomfortable while I was changing.”
“I. . . I think that you are very pretty,” Erika told her, but you're not really my type.”
“What is your type, Erika? The pretty in pink, Tricia or the dashing Julian Rock?”
Erika was taken back by the question. Which was her type indeed? She was very attracted to the strong and beautiful Tricia, but there was something magnetic about Julian and his wide, strong shoulders and abs of sculptured marble.
“I. . . I don't know.”
“Oh well,” She shrugged. “What are you going to do with your hair?” Taylor tossed her pressed locks to wave and settle back into place about her shoulders.
“I hadn't thought much on it,” Erika confessed.
“You're having it done tomorrow, aren't you?”
“Yes.”
“Well tonight is just a peep of tomorrow, so it doesn't matter too much. Did you bring a curling iron?”
“No. Samantha said she'd take care of it.”
“Cool. They should be about done, shall we dazzle them with our beauty?” She winked at Erika.
--o0o--
“I'm not a hair stylist yet, but this will have to do for tonight.” Jordon said putting the curling iron down. “take a look.” she motioned to the mirror.
Erika stood up and walked over to the mirror. “Wow,” She gasped. She had just gotten used to seeing herself as a girl, She never dreamed she would or could look like this. Her hair had been curled and pulled back into a chignon at the back of her head. A few loose tendrils were kept loose to soften the look. Her bangs were slightly teased, just enough to give them a touch of texture and volume.
“Okay, my turn. Let me at her.” Samantha said from the other side of the locker room. She stepped forward with a bag filled with cosmetics. The blonde girl who had been Eric's love before this last summer stopped in her tracks and stood in front of Erika. “Wow.”
“Yeah?” Erika asked.
“Yeah.” Samantha smiled. “This will be like old times.”
“I already did my makeup.” Erika protested
“I can tell.” Samantha bit her lip when she saw Erika's face screw up in protest.
“Why are you all doing this for me?” Erika asked looking at Samantha and Jordon.
“You're one of us.” Jordon smiled. “You are Rally. We take care of our own.” Jordon put her stuff away and headed towards the door. “You don't have much time, Samantha. We need to get out there and get ready before the game starts.”
“I won't be long.” Samantha waved her off.
“Did you go telling everyone about my tumor?” Erika asked once they were alone.
“No. I haven't said a word to anyone. How did Principal Crawford find out?”
“My mom.” Erika huffed.
“That bites. So you can't do Rally until you have surgery?”
“It seems that way. But I don't know if I want surgery.”
“Huh?”
“If I can keep the testosterone from flooding my body and pushing me into puberty than it'll be easier to stay a girl.”
“I'm sure there are other possiblilities.”
“I don't know.” Erika shrugged.
“Lets talk about this after homecoming.” Samantha suggested. “I've got to finish you up so that you can be the most beautiful princess out there.”
Samantha put the finishing touches on Erika's makeup then helped to set and secure the tierra to her head.
“Okay, go break some hearts.” Samantha smiled.
--o0o--
Erika decided that there were some perks to being a Homecoming Princess. A section of seats had been roped off for Melinda and her court. Cushions on the bleachers kept dresses from being snagged while warm blankets and throws were offered to help keep the Princess's warm during the game. The Home-ec class supplied hot mulled cider and a several trays of finger foods.
On her way out to the stands, Erika spotted her parents. Both parents. Her father was almost speachless as he looked at his new daughter.
“We need a picture.” he stated. He asked a pasing parent and then he and Erika's mother moved in around Erika and smiled for their first family picture with the new family dynamics.
The two sat in the stands across the field where the season ticket holders sat and cheered.
“Excited?” Taylor asked.
“Not really.” Erika shrugged, “What exactly are we doing tonight?”
“At halftime they'll announce and present us to the public.”
“Why?” Erika asked.
“Tradition.” Taylor told her, “Tradition.”
Erika found herself wanting to move to the music and the cheers that her squad were dancing to.
“Hey Julian.” Erika waved and smiled at her date for the following evening.
“Wow, you look . . . great.” Julian's jaw had practically hit the floor.
“Thank you.” Erika felt warm inside from the compliment. “I'm afraid this kind of spoils the suprise for tomorrow night.”
“No. no it doesn't.” Julian grinned. “Wow.” he shook his head again.
Erika couldn't help but smile.
“See, you do like him.” Taylor leaned in and snickered.
“Shhh.” Erika hushed.
The band started playing Louie Louie. The crowd in the stands got up and started clapping their hands, and stomping their feet to the rhythem while singing along with the song.
Erika found herself dancing and clapping her hands, swaying against Taylor and. . . and smiling. Smiling carefree.
Erika turned and spotted Tricia in her red and white sweater smiling up at her with. . . was it admiration? Tricia blew her a kiss and gave her a smile. Erika kissed back.
“Hey there girlfriend,” Taylor greeted Tricia over the din of the singing crowd.
“Hi Taylor, don't you look pretty.” Tricia greeted.
“Thank you.”
Tricia leaned in to give Erika a hug. “You look amazing.” She said into her ear. “I can't wait until tomorrow.” She gave her a kiss on the cheek and stepped back.
“I thought you were grounded until tomorrow.” Erika was surprised.
“Mom let me out on good behavior. Something I will remedy tomorrow night if I get a chance.” She snickered.
When the game suspended for half-time, Washington was just barely beating Adams. What should have been an easy victory was starting to look like a tough match up.
Erika and the rest of the court were guided out of the stands and out to the middle of the field. Many of the fans had gone to find the bathroom or to gather some more food from the concession stands. Many more stayed in the stands watching expectantly as the girls in their pretty dresses were introduced one at a time.
Erika heard her name and stepped forward. She was given a small bunch of roses by a good looking man in a tux. Camera flashes went off all around her. She could barely see anything but floaters in front of her eyes. She tried very hard to keep smiling and was very grateful for the arm that guided her off to one side as the others were being introduced.
She heard Melinda's name and a huge roar went up from both sides of the field as people cheered for their Homecoming queen. Melinda joined Taylor and Erika as well as the other girls and again camera flashes blinded the girls. The girls were then escorted to the track. Erika, who silently thanked Samantha for making her wear heels at camp, was glad to leave the uneven field behind for the security of better, stable footing.
The Adams cheerleaders stood with smiles pasted on their faces as they watched the homecoming ceremony. Two red headed cheerleaders stood out amongst the squad.
“Hi.” Erika greeted.
“Oh hi, Erika.” Annie waved. “You look great.”
“Thanks.”
“You know them?” Taylor asked from beside Erika.
“I sat next to them in church last Sunday,” Erika explained. “Annie and Allie.”
“Hey, Erika.” Allie's eyes wandered over Erika's dress. “You look fantastic.”
Erika beamed. “So I've been told tonight.”
Another cheerleader next to Allie elbowed her slightly in the ribs.
Melinda stepped forward, “Hey, will you guys come over and do a cheer off with our cheerleaders?”
“It depends upon what the Captain says.” Allie smiled.
“I am the Captain.” Melinda beamed. “I would love to have you come over for a little back and forth.”
“Sounds great then.” Allie smiled.
“Can we get a few minutes to get out of these dresses first?” Taylor asked.
“Sure. Say twenty minutes?”
“Great!” Melinda sparkled, “This will be great fun.”
Melinda took Taylor by the hand and led her off to the locker room. Erika began to follow when she was intercepted by her parents.
“Wow, I can' believe it, my daughter is a homecoming princess.” Erika's dad beamed. “I want another picture.”
“Dad, you already have a bunch.” Erika protested.
“Ah, but now I want one now that you have your flowers. I know we need to get you and your mother together so that I can have a side by side of the two of you.”
“Whatever.” Erika rolled her eyes. “Can we make it quick? I need to change into my squad uniform.”
“You aren't to be doing any dancing.” Erika's mom enforced.
“That may be, but I still need to show support for the squad.” Erika stated.
What seemed like hours later, her father finaly put his camera in his pocket and gave her a Erika a big hug. “We'll be waiting for you after the game.”
“But I think everyone is going out after.” Erika whined.
“But not everyone has a brain tumor.” Her dad whined right back.
Erika raced into the locker room. Where she saw Melinda and Taylor pulling on their uniforms.
“Can you unzip me?” Erika asked Taylor.
“Sure, but you don't need to change.” Taylor pulled down the petite zipper, “You aren't allowed to dance.”
“I know, but I am a Rally member.” Erika stated.
“I like your attitude.” Melinda grinned.
The three girls emerged from the locker room dressed. Two in red with white and one in white with red. All three still wore their evening make up and their hair, although curled and up, didn't expect to make it through five minutes of dancing and tumbling.
The cheer squad of Adams were in the middle of a cheer as Erika passed them. They were good. Real good. A small part of her was glad that she wasn't competing agaist them. This way if she screwed up, no one could blame her.
“You changed.” Tricia sounded dissapointed.
“Got to show school spirit and support for my squad.” Erika explained.
Melinda and Taylor quickly explained to the others about the cheer off and started moving things around to make space.
“How do we know who wins?” Erika asked.
“No one wins, it's just to see what new things each squad has come up with and what we need to work on.” Jordon informed her.
“Erika!” Melinda called.
Erika sprinted over to the cheer captain.
“Can you operate this video camera?” The Homecoming queen asked, “You know our routines. It would be nice to have someone record it so we can watch and critic later.”
“Sure. I guess.”
“Thanks.”
Erika studied the camera for a few minutes, playing with its zoom and panning to get a feel for it. When she looked up, the Adams High cheer squad was approaching.
“It's your field, your homecoming, you go first.” Allie waved a hand.
“But you are our guests,” Melinda argued. “We'd be horrible hosts not to allow you to show off first.”
Allie nodded. She and Annie gathered their squad together and began their cheer. Erika was quite impressed with the athleticism of the Adams cheer leaders. Their routine was creative and had a lot of high skilled tosses and tumbling.
The Washington student body cheered with appreciation at the finish of their routine. The two squads changed places and Erika filmed her cheer squad's second best routine.
They nailed it. Erika almost forgot that she was holding the camera and started cheering as well.
“Not bad.” Allie nodded with a smile. The Adams squad changed places again and began their next cheer. Erika saw the red headed twins start to set up for something big and zoomed in on them.
She heard some commotion then saw a blue blur flying straight for her. She threw up her arms in warding and tried to duck but too late as two bodies plowed into her, knocking her backwards to the track, hitting her head.
Part 34 By Anistasia Allread Slightly tweaked by Nick B “Can I go now?” Erika asked. “Yes.” The doctor nodded. “Just watch her for unusual behavior.” Erika's mother laughed. “That's been kind of hard to distinguish lately.” |
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“Oh my God, Erika are you all right?” Samantha knelt beside her. “Don't move.”
“Why?” Erika asked. “I'm fine.”
“I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,” a girl cried over and over again.
“Stay still.” Melinda ordered.
“I'm fine,” Erika protested.
“We aren't going to take any chances with your... your, you know.” Krystal held one of her arms down.
“Paramedics are here,” someone announced.
“Your parents are on their way over as well,” Samantha added.
“I'm fine, really,” Erika told the paramedics as they strapped on a B.P. Cuff and began taking her pulse.
“She just found out that she has a brain tumor,” Melinda told them.
Erika could hear several gasps as that was digested.
“This is why I told your principal. I just knew you were going to get hurt.” Erika's mother made her way through the onlookers.
“I'm not hurt, I'm just fine.” Erika wanted to scream.
“Miss, do you have a brain tumor?” one of the EMTs asked.
“Yes, but it's fine. I'm fine,” she insisted.
“I'm sorry miss, but we have to make sure.”
Erika found herself being fitted with a neck collar and rolled onto a back board.
“I can't believe this,” Erika stated. “I just got knocked to the ground is all.”
“Did you black out?” the EMT asked.
“Who doesn't when they're knocked down?” Erika stated.
“We just need to be safe. A quick CAT scan should take care of it,” The EMT added.
“Just go and get it over with. It's not like you have a choice,” Taylor advised.
“Fine.”
“We'll meet you at the hospital.” Erika's father put a hand on her shoulder.
“I really am sorry.” the cheerleader from Adams was scared.
“It was an accident,” Erika assured her.
Erika got to enjoy her second ride in an ambulance in just a few months. The whole way to the Emergency room, the EMT kept asking her name and where she was. The ambulance came to a stop and Erika was unloaded and wheeled into a room. The Doctor and nurses swept over her like a tide over sand, asking question after question.
“You have a brain tumor?” the doctor asked looking at a chart.
“Yes.” Erika was getting sick of the questions.
“We're going to get a CAT scan real quick to see if anything has changed with it. If you are as fine as you say then we'll release you. Okay?”
“Do I have a choice?” Erika asked.
“Not really.” The doctor smiled. “We'll get those ordered right away.” He left the room.
Erika lay on the stretcher, strapped to a back board, unable to move.
Her father entered the room and came up to her. “How are you doing?”
“I really do feel fine.”
“I knew you shouldn't be out there dancing tonight.” Her mother was wringing her hands.
“I wasn't dancing, I was video taping the squads dance. If I had been dancing, This might not have happened,” Erika rebutted.
“That's enough, the both of you.” Mr. Martin looked from one to the other. “They said you hit your head pretty good.”
“It feels no worse than a slight headache.” Erika said. “Hitting the diving board hurt worse than this.”
Her father smiled. “You're going to have to tell me about that sometime.”
The radiologist came in and wheeled Erika down for a scan then returned her to her room. Both of her parents were sitting in anticipation.
“I'm not quitting Rally,” Erika said to the ceiling.
“I'm not asking you to,” her dad said.
“Mom told Principal Crawford about my tumor and now I can't dance,” Erika accused.
“Your mother is only concerned for your safety,” her dad explained. “Until you have it removed, I agree that you have to be very careful.”
The Doctor came into the room and went over to Erika. “The scan came back clear.” He unfastened the neck collar and began unstrapping her from the back board.
“I told you I was fine.”
“I know, but we have to be sure. There are occasions when someone has said that they were fine and then stood up only to have their spine move a centimetre and sever their spinal cord,” The ER doc explained. “The radiologist also spotted your tumor and has compared these scans to your others. He says that nothing has changed.”
Erika could hear her mother's sigh of relief.
“Can I go now?” Erika asked.
“Yes.” The doctor nodded. “Just watch her for unusual behavior.”
Erika's mother laughed. “That's been kind of hard to distinguish lately.”
The doctor looked like he was about to say something, stopped and then turned for the door. “I'll have the nurse bring in your orders and prescription.”
Erika followed her parents out of the ER hallway and into the waiting room. Most of the cheer and rally squad was there along with a few girls from the Adams squad. Tricia along with Krystal, Victoria and Julian were also there.
“Are you all right?” they asked, almost in unison.
Erika was overwhelmed with the show of concern. She nodded unsure of what to say. “What are you all doing here?” she asked.
“We wanted to make sure you were all right,” Samantha stated.
“I am so sorry,” the Adams High school cheer leader apologized for the twentieth time.
Erika went up to her and took her hand. “I know you are. It was an accident.”
“It was.” She wrapped her arms around Erika and gave her a hug.
“We need to get Erika home,” her father announced. “I think it is great that you all came by to check on her.”
Erika felt as well as witnessed the waiting room empty as all of the visitors followed her and her parents out to their cars.
“See you tomorrow,” Tricia called out of the car window as she passed.
Erika waved.
Erika woke up to her mom knocking on her door. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked.
“Good.” She leaned on an elbow. “It was just a small fall.”
“Even a small fall can have large consequences, Erika.”
“I wasn't dancing.”
“I know.”
“It was an accident.”
“I know. I... I was just scared,” her mother admitted.
“Next thing you know, you'll have me wearing a helmet,” Erika scoffed.
“That's actually not a bad idea.”
“Moooom.”
“I know, I know. I won't make you do it.”
Erika almost let out a deep heavy sigh.
“You have a big night ahead of you,” her mother went on. “I was of the mind to keep you home so that I can keep an eye on you, but your father has talked me out of it. You need to shower and get ready for your hair appointment. Breakfast is waiting downstairs.” Her mother closed the door behind her. Erika could hear her feet as she descended the steps.
Erika stretched and slipped out of bed and into a shower.
“Wear something with a zipper front,” her mother called from her bedroom. “That way you can get it off without destroying your hair.”
Erika found a hoodie that Eric used to wear and pulled on a pair of jeans. She slipped on some flats and grabbed her phone, purse and other essentials before heading down stairs.
“Will this work?” she asked.
“Grab something to eat and blow dry your hair. Salons want your hair dry when you go in for an updo,” her mother advised.
Erika ate a quick bowl of oatmeal and rushed back upstairs to finish her duty before getting into the car with her mother.
“What about my dress and stuff? I left them at the school last night.” Erika was getting frantic.
“Tricia and Taylor collected it all and are bringing it over while you are getting your hair done.”
Erika let out a big sigh of relief.
Erika loved the dress that she had picked out for this occasion. It was beautiful and absolutely sang to her inner princess. She stood before the floor length mirror in her mother's bedroom and admired herself yet again.
After getting her hair done at the salon, her mother took her to the cosmetics counter at a nice department store and had her make up done. Erika was so careful not to touch her hair or even her face on the ride home. She didn't want to ruin the work of art she had become.
Erika arrived home with just enough time to get ready before Tricia and Julian were going to show up. She headed into her bedroom to find her dress laid out on the bed, her duffel and other bag sitting next to it. Erika stripped out of her hoodie and sweats, and changed her panties.
She got out the adhesive and made sure that her breast forms were going to stay in place. The last thing she needed was one of the skin-colored prosthetics to slip out and bounce unceremoniously across the floor.
She could hardly wait to feel the expensive pair of nylons. She carefully slid the sheer coverings up over her legs and shivered involuntarily at how wonderful they felt. She slid the dress up over her hips and fastened it in place. Her personal bubble seemed to have just grown by a foot and a half with the voluminous skirt sheathing her legs.
Erika took out her sparky chandelier earrings and placed one in each ear before slipping her feet into her heels.
“Mom?” Erika made her way to her mother's room. “Could you make sure I'm zipped up all right?”
Erika's mother stood transfixed.
“Mom?” Erika asked.
“Yes, I'm sorry. It's just I would never have thought you were a boy,” her mother stated.
“Thank you.” Erika smiled.
“I still am not in favor of this choice,” she reaffirmed. “But tonight, you look very... pretty.”
Erika's face flushed with pleasure. She turned to show her mother the back of her dress.
Her mother tugged here and smoothed there. “You look ready. Do you have a clutch?”
“A what?”
“A clutch. A small purse to put a few essentials in.” Her mother moved to her dresser and began searching. “Here, use mine for the night.”
“What do I put in it?” Erika inquired.
“Lip gloss, a few hair pins, money, your cell phone. That kind of stuff.”
“Sure, okay. Are they here yet?” She asked.
Before her mother could reply the door bell chimed.
“I believe they are.”
“Do I go and answer it?” she asked.
“You father is taking care of it. Are you ready?”
“I don't know. How do I look?”
“Amazing.” Her mother smiled. “I'll go let them know you'll be down in just a moment.”
Erika nodded. She ducked into her room and began loading a few items into her clutch as her mother went downstairs.
She stood again before the mirror, her mind was in awe as to how pretty the girl before her looked.
She heard voices at the foot of the stairs by the front door. She took a deep breath to steady her racing heart and went to meet her dates.
Julian helped Tricia out of the car and took one arm. “I hope you don't mind,” he commented.
Tricia smiled. “Not at all.”
“Did you see Erika all dressed up last night at the game?” he asked.
“Yes, she looked gorgeous, didn't she?” Tricia smiled up at the tall swimmer.
Julian nodded. He didn't know exactly how to feel about the blond on his arm. She was one of his dates, and yet she was also competition for the attentions of Erika. She hadn't given him any outwards signs of which role she was going to play.
Well, he thought. I'll just play the gracious gentleman until she shows me otherwise.
Erika's father opened the door and greeted the two with a warm hearty smile. “Come in, come in. don't you both look great. I'm Erika's dad.”
Julian introduced himself. Tricia had met both parents previously.
“Erika will be down in just a moment,” Erika's mother announced quickly descending the stairs.
Julian could see a strong resemblance between Erika and her mother. His dad had always told him that if he wanted to know what a possible wife would look like later in life, to just look at the mother. Julian decided that he could live very happily with that outcome.
Commotion at the top of the stairs caught his attention. He looked up and stopped breathing. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't stop. Beautiful was too cheap of a word to describe the vision as it began it's decent. Angelic? That was close, but still didn't seem right.
Erika's ebony hair had been curled, piled and pinned up high in the back of her head allowing for a few curled tendrils to escape and soften her look. The dark blue dress with black accents was the perfect color to bring out her already deep blue eyes. Her make up was noticeable but not over done. Her smile radiated and filled the room with a warmth that seemed to envelop everything.
God, I've got to be the luckiest guy at this dance, he thought. “Wow Erika, you look... you look... I can't find the word for it,” he stumbled.
“Ravishing,” Tricia supplied. Her pink lips curled up in as hungry a smile as Julian's.
Julian nodded.
Erika's beaming smile seemed to pulse to a higher power of beautiful at the comment.
“You don't clean up so bad after all,” her father teased.
“Thanks, Daddy.” Erika winked at her dad.
“I, um. I got you a corsage,” Tricia managed to get out.
Julian flushed with embarrassment. “I got you one too.” Could a girl give another girl a corsage?”
Erika took the last step and looked at her blonde friend and gave her a smile before focusing her hauntingly beautiful eyes up at Julian. His heart skipped two beats
“Thank you.” She smiled. “I feel horrible. I didn't get you a boutonniá¨re, Julian.”
“That's okay,” Julian managed to get out. “You can be mine.” Did that come out stupid?
“Turn towards the camera,” Erika's father instructed.
Julian feeling all thumbs managed to slip the corsage over Erika's wrist as her father snapped a couple of pictures.
“How are you feeling? How's your head?” Julian asked.
“I don't want to be reminded of my... condition tonight.” Erika looked sternly into his eyes and then flicked her gaze over to Tricia who nodded.
Great, you stupid oaf, Julian berated himself. Bring up the one subject she's trying to forget.
“Your turn, Tricia.” Erika's father directed.
Julian watched as the blond with much more grace slid the corsage up to rest next to his.
“Okay, group photo.” Erika's father motioned with his hands to have the three of them gather close together.
Julian stood in the center with the blond, Tricia on one side and the ebony, Erika, on the other.
“Okay, go have fun.” Erika's father waved them off. “Have fun, but be careful.”
“Yes, Sir.” Julian nodded. He opened the door and escorted both girls back to the car.
“I'll take the back,” Tricia offered. “I'm the third wheel anyway.”
“You are not,” Erika argued.
Julian didn't know how to feel yet. He was sure he could have fun with Tricia, but he was interested in Erika. Tricia was a bit of a third wheel.
He helped Erika into the car then decided to be a gentleman and help Tricia in as well. He walked around to the other side and decided that one way to get Erika interested in him was to treat Tricia with the utmost respect. After all, who did girls listen to most? Their girlfriends.
Tricia bit her lower lip as she sat In the back seat of Julian's car. Julian was a nice enough guy and this was his and Erika's night together. She was just asked to come along because she wanted to go with Erika and wouldn't ask a guy to go with her.
Erika was absolutely stunning. Tricia's breath was taken away as she watched her friend start down the steps. Sure her dress wasn't pink, but the blue really looked good.
She watched the back of Erika's head, the curls were pinned in so artfully, it went so well with her haltered dress. A bit of sparkle flashed now and again as light caught her earrings.
“How are you feeling today?” Tricia asked. “You really gave us a scare last night.”
“I had a bit of a headache last night, but I'm feeling fine today.” Erika looked over her shoulder and smiled at Tricia. Tricia could never get enough of that pretty smile.
She thought back to when she had first met Erika at camp. The first few weeks were very rocky for her dark haired friend. Erika was so busy trying not to be noticed that she didn't have time to make many friends. Tricia had picked her out as special while playing a kick ball game against Columbine Cabin. There was something so fragile, yet alluring about the the girl. The way that she yearned to be accepted to be liked. She was almost like a small helpless kitten in need of a home. As camp proceeded however, Erika began to blossom. She began to become more self-assured. She smiled more often, which was what melted Tricia's heart.
When her cabin had been demolished, she felt like she had hit the lottery when she was assigned to move in with the Lavender Ladies of Columbine. She was amazed that the cabin had figured out Erika's secret and of all things, accepted her as a sister.
The love, or should she call it the obsession that Erika had with Samantha was almost blinding. It hurt a little that someone as beautiful as Erika was so blindly in love with a girl who Tricia knew couldn't love her the same way that Erika wished to be loved. When Erika and Samantha decided that it wasn't going to work out, Tricia felt like she had won the lottery for the second time.
Julian pulled up at the restaurant's front door. Valets opened the doors for the girls and assisted them to the covered entrance. After handing over the keys to the car, Julian took both girl's arms and escorted them into the busy restaurant.
Several upper class men with their dates, were already seated at the long reserved table. Julian greeted them openly and introduced his two dates to them before sitting down, making sure that he sat next to Erika.
“So which one of you are with Julian tonight?” the girl next to her asked.
“We both are.” Tricia winked at her. If she could get the rumor going that Julian was dating them both rather than Tricia being a 'hanger on' then it had better start right away.
Erika sat at the long table next to Julian and across from Tricia. Just a few months ago she would have been intimidated and self conscious of the looks and stares that she was receiving from the others around the table. Tonight however, she was feeling like a Princess. Well, she was a Princess, in a way.
Julian radiated pride and confidence, his smile broad and slightly arrogant. The others at the table, softened and seemed a bit timid when looking at her. His classic tux with white tie and cummerbund looked fantastic on him, showing off his swimmer's broad shoulders and narrow waist. Having worn a tux in the past, Erika felt a bit of sympathy for him. Although she was in heels, she bet his feet were hurting worse than hers even this early in the evening. She was so glad that she didn't have to wear a collar and tie that seemed to cut off not only oxygen, but blood supply. Other than a bit of a breeze to chill her shoulders, Erika was very comfortable in the dress. Who would have ever thought she'd admit to that a few months ago, even to herself.
Tricia was a sight for sore eyes. The blond was in a pale pink and white dress. Her hair had been pulled up and curled with a cascade of curls falling over her left shoulder. She too looked like she had her makeup professionally done. Her pink glossy lips were aching to be kissed and Erika was aching to be the one kissing them. As usual, Tricia seemed to be able to handle any situation thrown her way. By her quiet demeanor however, Erika could tell that Tricia wasn't quite comfortable on this date, but she could see her trying her best not to step on Julian's toes.
How was she going to balance these two tonight? They both wanted and deserved attention from her. Trade dances with the both of them? As nice as it was being with the two of them, Erika was starting to have doubts of the wisdom behind this plan.
The salad was set before them stifling some of the conversation as the dressed up students began to eat their dinner.
“I need to powder my nose,” Tricia looked pointedly at Erika.
“Good Idea. Will you excuse me?” Erika looked towards Julian as she rose.
The two girls entered the decadent bathroom. The soft mood music piped through overhead speakers sounded a bit louder away from the busy dining room.
Tricia took Erika's hand and led her over to the vanity area, scanning to see if anyone else was there. Tricia pulled Erika to her and pressed her lips against her girlfriend's.
Tricia's perfume was sweet and intoxicating, her lips felt soft as velvet and wonderful. A charge of electricity shot through her body as Erika kissed back savoring all of the wonders of Tricia.
After a few moments, Tricia pulled back, her lips swollen with passion and excitement. “God, I've been wanting to do that all evening,” the blonde admitted.
“Me too.” Erika grinned catching her breath.
The two girls used the facilities, and touched up their lip gloss and mascara before returning to the table a little chagrined.
The Bay House pulled out all of the stops for the Homecoming kids. Sparkling cider in place of champaign. A bit of candle light, and chocolate covered strawberries for dessert.
The meal was very good and only her already tight bodice and Tricia's example kept her from eating like a football player after pre-season training.
The group of Homecoming couples exited the Bay House as a group. Erika was pleasantly surprised when Julian insisted on paying for Tricia's dinner as well.
“You are my date as much as Erika is,” Julian told her.
“But that wasn't part of what was discussed,” Tricia argued.
“Look at it this way,“ Julian smiled. “I'm going to Homecoming with two pretty girls. My dad was so full of pride that he gave me money to make sure that you were both taken care of.”
Tricia sighed, but didn't press the argument.
The valets were all busy bringing the cars around. Julian took Erika's hand and easily but gently pulled her back behind the group who were talking and sharing stories. He turned and faced her, his massive swimmers shoulders filling out the tux jacket quite handsomely. One large hand cupped her chin and drew it up slightly as he lowered his head. His musky, almost spicy scent filled Erika's nose with calm secure feelings. His firm lips gentled as they caressed hers. Erika found her self drawn into his embrace, but felt comforted by it instead of repulsed. His fingers lightly caressed the nape of her neck sending chills down her spine as his tongue met hers through parted lips.
The sound of a car pulling up and of doors being opened and closed brought an end to their embrace.
“I've been wanting to do that since I saw you at the top of those stairs,” Julian told her.
Erika smiled. “Me too.” She hadn't realize the truth of those words until she at uttered them.
Part 35 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Nick B She felt his lips on the base of her neck just above her shoulder then were gone leaving her skin feeling once again, naked. Then they pressed behind her ear, parting slightly as she felt the tip of his tongue against her flesh. A nervous, breathless giggle escaped her lips. |
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“Erika, you look incredible!” Victoria gushed.
“Thank you.” Erika blushed.”You look very pretty as well.” Erika could get used to all of these compliments. It was a bit embarrassing in a way. Did she look like shit every other day of the week? Or did she look as amazing as everyone was saying?
“Oh my, Krystal, Look at you girl.” Erika greeted. “You look... well, you look amazing.”
Krystal blushed. “Thanks.”
“You need to send a photo to Rachel,” Tricia agreed.
Krystal beamed. “How are you feeling?” Krystal whispered into her ear while giving her a hug.
“Never better,” Erika told her. “I'm just not used to all of this attention.”
“Me either.” Krystal blushed.
“You deserve it more than me.” Erika muttered for Krystal's ears only. You've totally made over yourself.”
“And you didn't?” Krystal argued.
“I didn't lose a bunch of weight, tone up, join cheerleading, and snag a cute boyfriend,” Erika debated.
“That's enough you two.” Tricia stepped forward. “Do you want to be all worked up, just before you get your picture taken?”
The two deliberately closed their mouths and smiled, their eyes sparkling at one another.
“I didn't think so,” Tricia finished.
The photographer asked Erika and Julian to step forward.
“We're all three together,” Erika told him.
The photographer looked at the two pretty girls, then a Julian and smiled, “You can handle two in one night?”
Julian's eyes twinkled as his smile spread across his face showing off his pearly whites.
He's got a great smile, Erika decided.
“Sometimes it can be a curse,” Julian quipped.
Tricia rolled her eyes. “You're head isn’t going to fit in the pool at this rate.”
The photographer had to make some minor adjustments and then posed them, with Erika in the middle, each slightly overlapping the other. A few people who hadn't heard about the three going on this date stood off to the side, whispering and watching with curiosity. Julian held Erika in his arms, while Erika held Tricia in hers. Her personal bubble that had expanded when she donned the dress now was compressed as Tricia leaned into her slightly.
A flash from the camera and the threesome were free to join the loud music thumping inside.
Erika felt Julian's hand on the small of her back as he possessively guided her into the flashing lights and spinning disco ball of the dance hall. Fellow classmates mingled in small packs along the walls, gathered around tables or gyrated and moved to the music.
Erika and her two dates stopped and just looked around.
“What would you like to do?” Julian asked.
“I'm... not... sure.” Erika answered truthfully.
“You want to dance?” he asked.
“Not just yet. I see Melinda, we should say hi.”
Julian nodded.
Melinda glowed in her red satin, body hugging dress. The bright color contrasted with her, very long, darker than black hair, which she wore curled with the sides pulled up. A long slit up the side of the dress allowed for movement as well as a sexy way to show off her long shapely legs.
Melinda gave Erika a hug. “You look terrific.”
Julian smiled and kept to the background as Erika and Tricia talked and giggled with Melinda and a few others.
“Would you like something to drink?” Julian interjected in a lull.
“That would be nice.” Erika smiled.
As Julian left, Erika felt Tricia's hand on the small of her back. It was a comforting feeling; one that she had longed for from her girlfriend. A warm tingle spread throughout her limbs. She turned her head and smiled at the blonde who gave her a timid smile back.
Julian returned a short time later with two cups. He handed one to Erika, the other to Tricia.
“Thank you.” Tricia was surprised and flattered.
“You're welcome.” Julian nodded.
“How do you want to work the dance thing?” Tricia asked.
“I don't know.” Julian shrugged. “I'd like to get an equal number of dances.”
“That's only fair,” Tricia agreed. “I want a couple of slow ones though.”
Julian nodded.
“What am I, a trophy?” Erika asked.
“Mmm… A trophy girlfriend.” Tricia gave her an evil smile.
“Just don't wear her out before the ceremony,” Melinda ordered.
“Yes, your Majesty.” Julian bowed at the waist. He turned to Erika and eyed Tricia. “May I have the first dance?”
Smiling, Erika looked from him to Tricia and then back. “Why certainly, my lord.” She held out her hand and let him parade her to the dance floor. “I must warn you, other than in Rally, I don't know how to dance.”
Julian looked at her with disbelief. “I've seen you during your rally stuff. You can dance.”
Erika did her best not to step on Julian's feet as she attempted to dance. After two songs, she motioned that she would like to sit down. Julian took her hand and led her off the floor and to a chair at a table next to Tricia who had been watching the two.
“Having fun?” Tricia asked.
Erika nodded.
“Your turn, Tricia,” Julian stated.
“I'll let her rest first,” Tricia pushed a drink towards her friend.
“No,” Julian chuckled. “I mean, your turn to dance with me.”
Tricia was a bit taken aback.
“Come on now. I'm supposed to be taking two dates to the dance. It would look funny if I only danced with one of them.”
A smile spread across Tricia's face. She took Julian's proffered hand and lightly followed him out onto the dance floor. Erika watched the two with fascination and bit of jealousy. Tricia was so graceful as she stepped in and around Julian in their dance. The smile on Julian's face as he appreciated Tricia's abilities told of the lack of fun he had dancing with Erika.
“Did you two really decide to share Julian?” a voice broke her concentration. Erika turned around to find a girl sitting down in a chair at the table.
“It was our idea. We had to talk Julian into it.” Erika explained.
“So are you both bi?
“Bi?”
“Do you like women and men?”
“I... I don't know,” Erika admitted honestly.
“So the rumors of you and Tricia being lovers... Is that true?”
“Yeah.” Erika blushed.
“And you've been seen making out with Julian.”
“Just a couple of kisses,” Erika defended. Strangely wonderful kisses.
“So, which one are you going to pick?” she asked.
“I don't plan picking one over the other,” Erika stated.
“So you're going to have an open relationship? Does Julian know about this?”
“Julian is just taking is to Homecoming,” Erika told her. “What business is it of yours anyway?” She was starting to get upset.
“I was just wondering,” the girl said putting her hands up. “I like Julian. He's a good guy and I don't want to see him get hurt.”
“I agree, and neither do I,” Erika stated.
“Okay, sorry.” The girl got up and walked away leaving Erika on edge.
Victoria seeing Erika's discomfort walked over, “What was that about?”
“She was prying into my relationship with Tricia and Julian.” Erika bit her lip. “I told her it was none of her business.”
Victoria nodded. “Good.”
Tricia skipped up to Erika and Victoria. “All right, girlfriend. It's our turn.”
Erika stood up and went out onto the dance floor with the pink princess.
“Do you remember the waltz?” Tricia asked as they moved to a fast song.
Erika nodded, “I think I still know it.”
“Good. Cuz you and I are going to blow these people away.” She beamed.
Erika found Victoria, Krystal and Taylor joining them on the dance floor. The five girls, danced in a small group, smiling, giggling and having a good time. Curls bounced, dresses swung and flared as high heel-wearing girls bonded on the dance floor.
Erika wondered is this why girls always danced in small groups? Was it a bonding experience, or was it a celebration of being alive and enjoying having beautiful bodies?
Two songs later, the music changed tone. Tricia looked at Erika with a grin on her face. “Ready?”
Erika nodded and placed one arm on Tricia's shoulder the other took up her hand and waited for Tricia's signal. Tricia stepped off with Erika following her lead and they began to waltz.
Other dancers on the floor made room for the couple, the guys looked on at the two lustfully while the girls looked on with fondness and a bit wistfully as Tricia guided her around, and led her into spins and swirls, flaring out her skirts.
After a few rounds on the floor, Julian came up behind Tricia and tapped her on the shoulder, “May I?” he asked.
“Um, I guess so.” Tricia looked flummoxed, but stepped back allowing Julian to take Erika by the waist and hand.
Erika had to lift her arm a bit higher to rest on Julian's broad swimmers shoulders. His large hand engulfed hers. He stepped off and Erika by training followed. His steps were a bit larger than Tricia's and he wasn't nearly as elegant, but Erika was impressed with his ability to whisk her about the dance floor.
The pressure of his hand at the small of her back was as reassuring and comforting as his smile and glimmering eyes.
“Where did you learn to waltz?” Erika inquired.
“My mom was quite insistent that I learn the basics.” Julian winked. “You?”
“Tricia taught me last summer.”
“I really like you.” Julian stated out of nowhere.
She smiled. “I really like you too, Julian.”
“I mean, as more than friends.” Julian leant in close.
Erika stiffened slightly, but yearned to catch the now familiar musky scent of him again. She closed her eyes as his lips kissed her lightly on the cheek. His cheek pressed against hers. His voice was soft in her ear, “When you are tired of being in the lime light on the dance floor, let me know, I'd like us to find a quiet place.”
The two danced cheek to cheek for a few more moments before Julian stiffened. Erika opened her eyes to see Tricia smiling at Julian, “Mind if I cut in?” her lips smiled, but her eyes were ablaze.
Julian smirked then gave her a warm smile. “She is yours... for the moment.”
Erika felt a smaller, more delicate hand replace the large gentle one as Tricia again took Erika around the dance floor.
“He's not bothering you, is he?” Tricia asked.
“No.” Erika assured her. “He's being a very nice, perfect gentleman.”
“That's what has me bothered,” Tricia muttered. She looked Erika in the eye, “Are you falling for him? I wouldn't blame you; He is very handsome for a guy and he seems charming enough.”
Erika looked away embarrassed and a bit ashamed. “I do have feelings for him, but I don't know what it is exactly,” she admitted.
“Oh?” Tricia's perfectly ached brow raised.
“I... I don't know what it is, honest. I just feel... warm and tingly inside.”
Tricia's face dropped. “Oh.”
The music changed to a more upbeat song. Tricia took Erika's hand and led her off the dance floor and off to a quieter corner. “Do you want me to leave?”
“Of course not,” Erika avowed. “I love you, Tricia. I love being with you.”
“But you're having feelings for Julian.”
“Feelings that I don't quite understand,” Erika explained. “Look. I don't know what is going on between Julian and myself. I know that he likes me. He told me he likes me more than as a friend.”
Tricia bit her lip.
“I like him too, but right now it is as a friend. I don't know where it will go.” Erika took Tricia's hands in hers. “At camp, you, Samantha and the others showed me a different path; a path as a girl. I have found that I like this path. It feels more and more natural all of the time. Then I find out about my... problem, which also seems to have a bearing on this whole thing,” she stated. “Julian is the only boy that I've ever had any kind of feelings for. It's different from the feeling I have with you, but it seems natural that if I am going to be a girl, then I should like boys, right?”
Tricia was silent.
“I love you Tricia. Very much,” Erika told her. “Don't make me choose between the two of you; at least not yet.”
Tricia nodded. Erika pulled Tricia into a strong embrace and held her for a long moment. “You look very pretty tonight.”
“So do you. You should see all of the looks that you have been getting from guys here at the dance.”
“I thought they were looking at you.”
“They are all for you,” Tricia smiled.
Erika caressed Tricia's soft lips. A spark; a something wonderful raced through her system. Erika's lips became hungrier. Her tongue sought entry and was rewarded as Tricia opened for her.
“I told you she wasn't here with Julian,” a loud voice said. “Julian was just the cover for the two lezbos.”
Tricia parted and looked hurt.
Erika turned around to see Greg laughing with his sidekick. “You sound very jealous and insecure.” She stated. “As a matter of fact, not that it is any of your business. I am here with both Tricia and Julian.”
“Yeah, sure,” Greg snickered.
“In fact, Greg,” said Tricia. “Julian's going to have us both tonight... at the same time.”
Greg's laughter stopped but the disbelieving smile remained.
“You couldn't handle one girl, let alone two,” she added.
“I'll take you both on,” Greg dared. “You two, plus my date.”
“You want to share three girls?” Tricia asked with a sweet smile. “How does your date feel about that?”
“Yes, Greg, How do I feel about that?” His date, Joanne, stared daggers at him, hands on hips.
“I... uh... I was just joking.” Greg tried to appease her.
“It didn't sound like it to me,” Joanne snarled.
“Baby. I didn't mean it that way. Honest.” Greg walked towards Joanne.
“Come on.” Tricia guided Erika back to the busy dance hall.
“There you are. “Julian greeted them. “I was wondering if you had gone off and left me here.”
“Why would we leave such a strong, handsome guy like you stranded?” Tricia wrapped one arm around his back the other she stroked his chest.”
Julian looked from Erika to Tricia, confusion written across his face.
“Don't let it go to your head. We're trying to impress upon Greg that you're getting lucky with both of us tonight,” Tricia whispered into his ear making it look like she was nibbling. “So smile.”
Julian's face lit with a large smile as he gathered Erika closer for an embrace with the other arm.
Greg clenched his jaw when he glanced in their direction as he chased Joanne across the room.
“May I have a few moments with alone with Erika?” Julian asked Tricia.
“Oh, I guess so.” Tricia sighed. “I'm going out front for a bit of fresh air.” She leant up close to his ear again. “kiss me on the cheek and hold on to my finger tips for a moment as I leave.”
“Huh?”
“Just do it.”
Julian bent down and kissed Tricia on the cheek. Tricia leaned over and planted a kiss on Erika's lips, before starting to walk off. Julian held to her hand for a moment as their arms stretched to their limits. She released her grip and walked across the dance floor, smirking at the looks of awe coming from everyone there.
“I told you we'd make this worth your while.” Erika smiled up at Julian.
The tall handsome guy shook his head in disbelief and then guided Erika in the opposite direction towards the back of the building.
“What's out here?” Erika asked as Julian opened the door.
“A stairwell.” Julian grinned. He took her hand and guided her up the stairs.
“Where are we going?”
“For some fresh air.”
Julian took his time and kept a hand on the small of Erika's back as they made their way up the steps.
“Are we allowed up here?” she asked.
“Not really.”
At the top landing they came to a door. Julian pulled a key out of his pocket and fit it into the door.
“You have a key?”
“My cousin is a janitor.” Julian admitted. He pushed open the door and guided Erika out into the star filled night air.
“Wow, I didn't realize it was so stuffy in there,” Erika commented. Her heart fluttered, unsure of what exactly was going on with Julian on the roof.
Erika could see figures of her classmates casually talking by some of the cars in the front parking lot.
Julian took her hand and steered her off to one side. The moon was strong in the sky, shining down with beams of silver washing all those outside in its argent embrace. The sky being clear of cloud cover was chill to her shoulders. Part of her wished she had a wrap or even a dress with sleeves. Julian's large hands cupped her bare skin, sending a new shiver through her body. Immediately Erika pushed thoughts of wraps and sleeves from her mind.
“You cold?” Julian asked.
“Not any longer.” Erika admitted.
Julian's strong hands caressed her bare arms making goosebumps disappear beneath their warmth.
Feeling the heat radiating from his body, Erika leaned back into his embrace. Julian’s arms encircled her, his forearms resting across her bosom. Erika took in a deep breath and released it.
“Pretty,” Julian barely breathed.
“Yes it is.” Erika's eyes took in the night sky.
“I was referring to you.” he whispered close to her ear.
She felt his lips on the base of her neck just above her shoulder then were gone, leaving her skin feeling once again, naked. Then they pressed behind her ear, parting slightly as she felt the tip of his tongue against her flesh. A nervous, breathless giggle escaped her lips.
Julian slowly drew Erika around to face him, his lips trailing from her ear across her cheek, and then meeting her lips. Erika's heart flipped and flopped. Was this right? Did she wish this? Was this the next step in becoming a girl? Was she to enjoy guys in this way?
She parted her lips cautiously, unsure if this was right. Foggy, half-memories of the night of the party flashed through her mind. The scent of Julian filled her nostrils. The chill of the night air was forgotten while his arms were about her.
Julian parted and looked down at her with half-lidded eyes. “Do you not feel it?” he asked.
Erika bit her lower lip and bent her chin in a slight nod while her eyes kept him in her gaze.
Erika felt his hand cup her chin. He lifted it and again pressed his lips to hers, while Erika's hand wrapped around his neck encouraging. The hand on her chin lowered to fall upon her chest. Her forms did not allow her to feel his cupped hand, but the pressure of it translated to her skin.
Her heart jumped, skipped and jumped again. Oh God!
Julian pulled away, “What is this?” his eyes looked upon her cleavage. “Are you wearing falsies?” his smile was one of surprise and amusement.
To Be Continued...
Part 36 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Edeyn Erika's heart sped up. A warmth washed over her body as his tongue explored her mouth. She felt his hand resting lightly upon her thigh. It felt weird having such a large hand touch her in such a way. His hand slowly slid to the inside of her thigh and rested there sending a wonderful shockwave to her brain. A moan escaped her lips. His hand ever so slowly started to slide up the inside of her thigh. "Julian," Erika said his name around his lips. "Mmm," Julian persisted. His hand slid up a little more. "Julian, stop," Erika tried to pull away. |
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Tricia looked about her and found a few girls whom she knew from class giggling. Their dates weren't too far off in a clique of their own. Tricia stood a few steps away waiting to be invited.
"Tricia, right?" one of the girls asked.
Tricia stepped forward and smiled, "Hi Jacklyn. You look pretty tonight."
"Thank you. I had to special order this dress and then have it altered," she bragged.
"Well, it looks very stunning," Tricia flattered her.
"Did you and Erika Summers really both come with Julian Rock?"
"Yes," Tricia smiled.
"So, do you three like have something going? I heard that you were... you know... a lesbian," Jacklyn dug for information.
"I do prefer women," Tricia admitted, "Although, Julian is quite a catch."
"Is that why he's up on the roof with Erika?" Jacklyn asked, pointing.
The other girls in the group giggled nervously.
Tricia turned and looked up. The soft light of the moon splashed the roof with enough light to make out the two figures up there as Julian and Erika.
Tricia's heart stopped as she watched Julian kiss Erika. Fear and rage burned through her veins when she saw Erika's arms wrap around his neck.
"Looks like Erika has a thing for guys," Jacklyn snickered.
Tricia's eyes blurred as tears built up in them. This couldn't be right could it? She had just left Erika telling her that she had feelings for her. Erika did admit that she had building feelings towards Julian, but to kiss him that way in the moonlight on the roof for all the world to see? Tricia stormed off away from Jacklyn and the others. Tears flowed freely down her face as she wove through parked cars trying to be careful not to trip In her heels.
"Whoah, Cinderella, it's not midnight yet," a voice called to her.
"What?" Tricia snapped.
"Chill, girl," the voice beckoned, "It's only a dance."
Tricia wiped the stinging tears from her eyes and looked about her. A small gathering of people stood next to a lifted truck.
"Are you okay?" another voice asked.
"No," Tricia admitted, "I hate this stinking town."
"You'll get no disagreement there."
"What are all of you doing out here?" Tricia asked suspiciously.
"Just relaxing."
A couple of snickers answered.
A familiar scent tickled Tricia's nose, "Oh," her voice took on understanding, "Do you have any more?"
"Anymore what?"
"You know," Tricia stepped closer to the group.
"Dude, she's cool," a girl told one of the others, "She was sharing at Julian's party."
"Mind?" Tricia asked.
The tall dark figure still obscured from the moon light sighed. "Alright," he handed her a small piece of twisted paper.
Her eyes darted for a place to run, to escape this humiliation.
"Oh, Erika," Julian wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight, "I'm sorry. That came out totally wrong."
Erika's eyes began to tear, Oh God, what do I tell him?
"I'm sorry," he repeated. He held her out away from himself so that he could see her horrified, crestfallen face.
"I... I... " Erika tried.
"No. You don't have to say anything," Julian soothed.
Doctor Bob said that the brain tumor was blocking hormone production.
"The, the b-brain t-tumor. I-it b-blocks hormones," she stammered, "It hasn't allowed me to go through puberty, at least physically, I mean."
It was technically true.
Julian stared at her as if she were the Plague. She could just tell, she knew that look. She had seen it hundreds of times.
"I... I... " she really didn't know what to say.
"Shhhh," Julian shushed in a calming tone as he he pulled her into another embrace, "It's alright, Erika. I like you just the way you are."
"But..." Erika protested.
"Hush. You said that your medical issues weren't to be a matter tonight," he reminded her, trying to soothe her, "Let's forget all about this." He kissed her forehead, "Shall we go back into the dance?"
Erika held still, not knowing what to do.
"Here, dry those tears and blow your nose," he kissed her tear-stained cheek.
Erika didn't know if she wanted to run home and crawl into bed or throw her arms around Julian and kiss him.
She settled on cleaning herself up and taking his arm before descending the stairs.
The two were assaulted by the volume of the music as they entered the Homecoming.
"There you are," Taylor grabbed Erika's arm, "Sorry, Julian, we need her for the ceremony."
Julian smiled, "As long as I get her back."
"What happened to your face? Never mind. Let's get you cleaned up, they're about to introduce us."
Taylor steered Erika up some stairs that went behind the stage where the band and disc jockeys had been taking turns.
"I thought they did that last night?" Erika was bewildered.
"Yes, to the public. This is to the school, and where Melinda and Greg are presented and have their dance."
"So, why do I have to be here?"
"'You're in the court. We support Melinda, not only because she is the Queen, but also because she is on the squad."
"Okay, fine," Erika stopped fighting.
Taylor used a Kleenex and rubbed at something on her cheeks.
"It's not too bad. Just a touch up here and there," Taylor murmured as she pulled out her makeup bag.
Erika watched as the Taylor and the other Junior Princess stepped out onto the floor and began dancing with their dates. Erika looked over at the other Sophomore Princess and together they stepped forth.
Erika sought out Julian. With a proud posture he took her waist and began dancing with her around the floor, putting the upperclassmen to shame in their swaying back and forth.
"I can't find Tricia," Julian stated.
"Did you look out front?" Erika asked.
"I only saw a couple of people mingling by the cars. Oh, and the stoners toking up at the back of the parking lot."
"Pot heads are here?" Erika was alarmed.
"Yes, so?"
"Tricia uses," Erika informed him, "Recreationally — so she says."
"Why would she do that during Homecoming?"
"I don't know," Erika shrugged, then as the thought occurred to her, "You know she is jealous of you?"
"Of me? Why?"
"She's scared that she may lose me... to you."
"Will she?" Julian didn't sound concerned, but instead elated.
"The jury is still out," Erika bit her lower lip.
"Shall we go find her?" Julian asked.
Erika nodded, "As soon as this song is over."
Just as she was reaching the door, it swung open bringing her face to face with Erika and Julian.
"There you are," Erika greeted, "We were getting worried about you."
"Sure you were," Tricia pasted an acidic smile on her face.
"I came out here looking for you a few minutes ago," Julian confessed, "I didn't see you."
"I was just talking with some friends," Tricia smiled.
Erika sniffed the air about her girlfriend and asked, "you been smoking?"
"Just a hit or two. Nothing that'll kill me," Tricia admitted.
"Let's get her home," Julian frowned.
"Trying to get rid of me, huh?" Tricia waved a hand at Julian to fend him off, "I found her first!"
"Come on, Tricia. I think we should call it a night," Erika took Tricia by the arm and turned her around towards the car.
Julian held open the door and made sure Tricia didn't hit her head as she sat down in the back seat behind Erika.
Sitting in the front passenger seat, Erika turned to face her girlfriend, "What's gotten into you?" she hissed before Julian got into the car.
"I saw you, Erika," Tricia whined, "I saw the two of you up on the roof. Making out.
Erika blanched. They were seen?
"Half the school saw you," she elaborated.
Julian opened the door and slid in behind the wheel, "Okay, let's get you home."
Julian started the car and sighed heavily as he pulled out of the lot, "I really like you, Tricia, but if you're going to get stoned at every event, then I don't want to be around you. I can't be around you. I'm the swim team Captain, I can't associate with stoners."
"Julian," Erika protested in warning.
"I can't have even the stigma of associating with druggies..."
"Julian," Erika raised her voice.
“Even if I happen to accidentally inhale second hand smoke, I can get kicked off..."
"Julian! She saw us!" Erika yelled.
"...the team," Julian finished. He lowered his voice, "Saw us what?"
"She saw us on the roof," Erika trailed off.
"Making out in the moonlight," Tricia lay her head back, "Can we run by Jack in the Box? I could go for some tacos about now."
Julian groaned.
The car ride to Tricia's house was quiet. Julian kept his eyes on the road, his hands clenched on the steering wheel. Erika looked straight ahead darting looks over at Julian from time to time.
"You know you really need to pick one of us," Julian said softly.
"I know."
"I hope it's me, but if it isn't, I just want you to know that..."
"I thought we were going to Jack in the Box," Tricia leaned forward.
"We're getting you home," Julian told her.
"But I've got the munchies."
"Tricia," Erika turned to face her, "I'm sorry that I hurt you tonight, but you went and got yourself stoned. The best place for you right now is to be safe at home."
Julian pulled into Tricia's driveway.
"I'll be right back," Erika told him. She got out of the car and helped Tricia out and guided her up to the front door.
"I'm sorry," Tricia told Erika.
"What for?" Erika asked.
"For ruining your Homecoming."
"It wasn't ruined, just turned out differently."
Tricia wrapped her arms around Erika's neck and pulled her close, saying, "You smell good."
"You smell of pot."
"You can smell it?" Tricia pulled back a little.
"Only when you are hugging me."
Erika found Tricia's lips pressed against hers. She was a bit shocked at first, but closed her eyes and reciprocated the kiss.
"I love you," Tricia told her after pulling away.
"love you, too, Tricia."
Tricia didn't reply. She opened the door and entered her house.
Erika looked at Julian in the car, who was giving her a strange look. Erika shrugged. Her heels made soft, clicking noises in the quiet night as she walked back to the car.
Erika folded her skirts behind her, and slid into the passenger seat next to the tall, handsome young man. "What shall we do now?" she asked.
"Are you hungry?" he inquired.
Erika shook her head, "Not especially."
"Shall we find someplace to be alone?" Julian suggested.
Again Erika shrugged, "I guess."
Julian pulled out of the driveway and turned on the radio allowing each to their own thoughts.
She looked incredible, even now, biting her lower lip in worry, she was beautiful. He hoped that her tumor wasn't going to cause too many health issues. She hadn't started puberty yet, would that mean that she would start getting acne? Or grow several inches? Julian had always been attracted to smaller girls, if she started growing, would she lose her appeal? Would she grow out of her spunky, cuteness into a tall willowy woman like his sister? Or would she put on some weight like he had seen his sister's girlfriends do? She'd probably look more like her mother. Julian snickered to himself. Looking like her mom was definitely a good thing.
Now, if only he could convince her to break up with Tricia and be with him. Tricia seemed nice, but she used marijuana. She didn't seem to be a stoner, getting high everyday, but even more than once or twice a year was too much for him right now. He had training, The one main reason for his big party every year was to be a last harrah for drinking or smoking, it was the last time he could do anything as fun and irresponsible as that before his heavy training began before swim season started. He also had a reputation to protect. Other than his one big party, he was known to be a good student, and a moral, upstanding citizen. He couldn't risk being associated with hanging out with druggies or stoners. Tricia was pretty, she was sweet, smart, and quick witted, but she did some pretty stupid things sometimes.
Most guys dreamed of love triangles similar to this. Julian was starting to see it as a massive headache. He had to work out a way to get Erika without turning her against Tricia or Tricia against either of them.
Julian sighed as he stopped at a red light.
Here she was, on the night of the Homecoming dance with senior Julian Rock. Who'd ever have thought that she of all people would be sitting beside the Captain of the swim team. Who ever thought that she would even like boys? Well, did she like boys? She liked Julian. At least, she felt like she liked him. She felt safe when she was with him — like he was her own personal bodyguard. She liked his broad shoulders, his slim waist and large hands. Her mind flashed back to the rooftop, his hands cupping her breasts. Well, her breast forms. She tried to imagine what it would feel like if she had breasts. Was it normal for a guy to want breasts? She wasn't a guy anymore, she was a girl. Therefore it should be perfectly understandable for her to want to feel his large hands cupping her breasts. Don't forget those lips either. Firmer, stronger than Tricia's. A totally different feeling when he kissed her. Their aroma's were different as well. Tricia's sweetly floral with a touch of fruitiness, Julian's musky with a hint of spice and dash of... of... well, of manliness, strength.
Then there was this stupid tumor in her head. She had to decide whether to live with the blasted thing or have it removed. If she had it removed she would start puberty as a boy. She had worked so hard to the to the point where she was comfortable as a girl, and now she was being told she would have to switch back?
She sighed aloud.
"What?" Julian asked.
"I just have a lot going on in my brain," Erika explained, "Where are we going?"
"Someplace to be alone. Some place I feel safe," Julian's eyes warmed as he spoke.
"You aren't going to tell me?"
"'You'll figure it out in just a moment," Julian pulled off the main road.
"This is your 'safe' zone?" Erika wondered.
Julian smiled sheepishly, "I spend enough time here, why wouldn't it be?"
Julian parked the car and jogged around to assist Erika out. His strong hand engulfed hers. His assistance was firm, yet restrained as if holding a crystal vase just enough to keep it safe without allowing it to fall to the floor and shatter.
Julian offered his arm. Erika wrapped hers through his and hugged it as she had seen other girls do at school or on movies.
"inside or outside?" Erika asked.
"Inside," Julian smiled down at her.
"Is your uncle the janitor here too?"
"No. Let's just say that I have connections," he winked.
Julian led them up to some glass doors. He pulled out a key and opened it. The smell of chemicals and chlorine assaulted her nose.
She shook her head, "I can't believe that the pool is your 'safe' area."
"This is where I come to think," Julian shrugged, "Sometimes I do it in the water, sometimes just sitting pool side."
Just a few lights in the pool lit the large room with more of a glow than an actual light. An undulating wave pattern moved across the ceiling.
“The smell of chlorine is so... romantic," Erika mocked.
"'You'll learn to like it."
Julian led her along the pool's edge towards the other end where two diving platforms stood like large, awkward, flat-capped obelisks.
Julian took her to the ladder off the tallest of the two, "Um, are you afraid of heights?"
Erika shook her head.
"Ok, I'll go up first so that I'm not looking up your dress."
"You're so gentlemanly," Erika teased.
She watched as Julian scampered up the steps with ease, then she slipped off her shoes and kicked them to one side before following at a more unsure pace.
Julian stood at the top of the ladder, took her by the arms and almost lifted her up as he set her on the platform. She felt Julian's hand on the small of her back, as if she was so light that she was going to blow away. Erika looked around for the first time since placing her foot on the bottom rung of the ladder.
Whoah, they were high up. She was not closer to the ceiling than to the surface of the water all of those meters below her. If she had been afraid of heights, she'd probably be a lot like Katie right now, clinging to the aluminum railings, blubbering for it all to end. Julian gently urged her towards the edge of the platform.
"This is where a lot of people get freaked," he told her with a twinkle in his eyes.
Erika looked over the edge. The water's surface wasn't visible, but the bottom of the pool sure was. Way, way down there.
"Wow, that's a long way down," she raised an eyebrow, "Have you ever jumped from up here?"
"Yeah. I'm not a diver though, that's Stan's thing."
"Tricia was teaching me to dive last summer," Erika volunteered.
"That's right, Tricia said something about that."
Erika nodded, "She was helping me learn a backflip when I hit the back of my head on the board. I got a few stitches."
"Where?" Julian came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Erika reached a hand up and gently moved curls out of the way and pressed her finger to the spot.
Julian's lips pressed lightly against her hand. Erika smiled to herself as a warm wave of happiness washed over her. His lips lightly moved up her arm. The hand on her waist slowly turned her, as he took her hand in his other hand. His lips slowly and tenderly caressed up the inside of her wrist. The touch of his lips sent a tingle up her spine followed by goose bumps up the back of her arms. His lips moved to her shoulder. Erika couldn't help but to arch her neck to one side, allowing his lips to trace the little hollow of the side of her neck to her cheek. Erika turned to him her lips meeting his.
Could one hold their breath for an hour? Erika wanted to hold her breath for at least that long. She didn't know how it happened, but when they did part to take a deep breath she found that she was sitting on the platform, Julian sitting beside her, smiling and looking lovingly into her eyes.
Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. A bit of lip gloss was smudged on the side of Julian's lip. Erika used her thumb and wiped it off. Julian twisted his head and kissed it then leaned in, with one hand resting on her cheek he sought out her lips again.
Erika's heart sped up. A warmth washed over her body as his tongue explored her mouth. She felt his hand resting lightly upon her thigh. It felt weird having such a large hand touch her in such a way. His hand slowly slid to the inside of her thigh and rested there sending a wonderful shockwave to her brain. A moan escaped her lips. His hand ever so slowly started to slide up the inside of her thigh.
"Julian," Erika said his name around his lips.
"Mmm," Julian persisted. His hand slid up a little more.
"Julian, stop," Erika tried to pull away.
"Stop what?" Julian teased, still nibbling at her lips. His hand slid just a millimeter higher.
His hand was only an inch or two from her male bits. Erika pushed — hard — on Julian and twisted. "Stop it!" she demanded.
"Okay, okay," Julian raised both of his hands. His smile was genuine, but his eyes betrayed a bit of hurt.
Erika's adrenaline was pumping, her heart near fluttering. "I can't do that."
"Can't do what?" Julian asked.
"I can't have you touching me there," Erika's voice quaked.
"I thought you were enjoying it," Julian was puzzled.
"I was, but I'm not like other girls."
"I know. You haven't gone through puberty yet. What does that have to do with anything?"
"I just can't."
"What can you do?" Julian's voice took on an edge.
"Right now?" Erika asked, "We can kiss."
"Kiss," Julian's voice dropped, "That's it? Kiss?"
Erika nodded.
Julian flopped on his back and stared up at the patterns that the underwater lights were making on the ceiling. Erika noticed the bulge in his pants.
"I'm sorry, Julian. That's all I can give you right now," Erika said firmly.
Julian was quiet.
Erika fell silent. Her eyes darted to Julian and then stared off into space across the building, then back at Julian. The only sound in the room was the distant roar from the air ducts and their breathing.
"Could we go?" Erika broke the silence.
"I guess," Julian didn't move.
"I do like your private place," Erika offered up.
Julian grunted.
"I do like you, Julian. I just can't go beyond kissing at this point."
"Fine," Julian sighed with a bit of resentment in his voice. He elbowed himself up, saying, "It's just really hard controlling certain... urges, when I'm with someone as beautiful as you."
Erika blushed, "I'm sorry," she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before getting to her feet and starting down the ladder.
Part 37 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Edeyn “Where are we going?” Erika asked looking around, “The church is the other direction.” “I thought we would try out a different church.” “I thought you liked the Catholic church last week?” “I did,” Her mother nodded, “I thought we agreed to try a different church every week?” |
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“No.” Erika shook her curls.
“Want to go back to the dance?”
“Can you take me home?” She asked as he got in behind the driver's wheel.
“I guess. If that is what you want.”
She nodded.
Julian pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the main road. Erika was slightly startled, yet somehow comforted by his hand resting on her knee. She didn't know exactly what to do. The gesture was not a sexual one, was it? It was just a hand on her knee. The girls at camp always put a hand on her knee or touch her in a way similar.
“Did I do something wrong?” Julian asked.
“No.”
The car was again quiet as he drove. His hand lifted from her knee to help steer. A memory of his hand, the lack of heat and sudden coolness of the area only reminded her of his presence.
It wasn't long before Julian pulled up in front of her house. He turned off the engine and looked over at her. His hand reached out, his fingers lightly touching a curled tress and tucking it behind her ear.
“I did have a good time tonight.” he smiled.
Erika couldn't help but smile. This night would live on in her memory for a long time. “I did too.” She smiled.
Julian leaned forward, cupping her nape with his hand and drawing her in for a kiss.
The soft peck that Erika expected turned into a long lingering kiss, as his lips nibbled at hers.
Erika drew back and pulled away from the kiss. “I should be going.” She stated.
“Okay.” Julian sighed. A look of resignation filled his face. He set his jaw a bit more firm and got out the car and walked around to open the door for her. He held out his hand, which she took and stepped up onto the curb.
The two walked in nervous silence towards the front door. Erika pulled her key out of her clutch and turned to Julian.
“Thank you for taking me and Tricia to the dance tonight, Julian.”
“It was fun.” he was at a loss for something better to say.
Erika leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “It will be a night that I won't soon forget.”
Julian wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him to kiss her again.
Erika turned away from his searching lips. “I'm sorry Julian. I can't be that girl, right now. It's not fair to your I know, but I need time.”
“I know you are going through some things right now.” Julian whispered, still holding her. “I can't even imagine what it is you are dealing with.”
Erika nodded understanding and gave him a squeeze of thanks.
“I'll try and be what you need.” he stated softly.”
“Thank you, Julian.”
Erika felt him release her. She smiled at the handsome swimmer and and watched as he walked down the path towards his car before turning and unlocking the door.
She was inside before she heard him drive off.
--o0o--
“Come on lazy butt.” Mrs. Martin opened the door and allowed the light from the hall to fall across Erika's face.
“Why?” Erika moaned.
“Church.”
“But I was out late last night,” Erika protested.
“Not my fault.” her mother protested. “You said you had fun.”
Erika sighed. “Yes I did.”
“Good, now it's time to repent for what ever sins you committed last night.”
“What? I didn't sin.”
“That's between you and God.” her mother smiled.
Half an hour later Erika graced her mother's presence dressed in one of the few skirts that she had. “I really need to go shopping soon.” Erika stated.
“You really need to get that tumor removed.” Erika's mom stated.
“Not today, Mom.” Erika whined.
“I set up an appointment for you to talk to Dr. Barts tomorrow.”
“I can't be missing that much school.” Erika protested.
“I've already spoken to Principal Crawford. As long as you don't fall behind in your classes, you will be fine. She assures me that if need be, she'll arrange for your school work to be delivered home.”
Erika rolled her eyes. She pulled on her coat and followed her mom out to the car.
“When do I see Dr. Barts tomorrow?”
“After school.”
“I have rally practice.”
“Not while you have a tumor in your head. It's too dangerous.”
“I danced a bit last night.” Erika pointed out.
“There weren't girls doing flips and cartwheels last night.”
“Where are we going?” Erika asked looking around, “The church is the other direction.”
“I thought we would try out a different church.”
“I thought you liked the Catholic church last week?”
“I did,” Her mother nodded, “I thought we agreed to try a different church every week?”
“Oh.” Erika remembered the conversation. She sighed to herself. She was looking forward to seeing Annie and Allie again.
The two sat in silence as her mother continued driving to this week's church. Her mother pulled into a gravel parking lot amid a few dozen cars and mini-vans and packed.
Different Sunday, different church. Erika took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She stepped out into the gray drizzle and hoped that her mother would hurry. Standing out in this weather, her hair would start to go flat.
Several older ladies dressed in good wool dresses patterned after something last century chattered and cackled like geese gathered around a feed trough. They're eyes crinkled showing magnified crow's feet behind their glasses.
“Good morning.” Mrs. Martin greeted.
The ladies smiled politely as Erika followed her mother into the sanctuary. Unlike the catholic sanctuary last week, this large room was bare. Very bare. Constructed of cinder block and painted white. No pictures hung from the walls, no stained glass, nothing. Well, nothing except for a large wooden cross on the far side of the room.
A bell in a tower overhead began to ring. The sanctuary quickly filled with somber people in suits and dresses as an ancient organ began to play what sounded like a dirge.
Erika would later remember the sounding of the bell to be the onslaught of her verbal torture.
Twice during the sermon, she attempted to escape. Twice her mother's hand forced her down along with a stern look. “Don't embarrass me.” she mouthed.
Erika glared back, “This is ridiculous.” she whispered back.
“We'll leave when it's over.” Her mother ordered.
Erika crossed her arms over her chest and did her best to ignore the word vomit coming from the pulpit. She ended up shutting completely down. She had to struggle not to yawn as the vicious spouting from the preacher continued.
She was brought to her senses when the people of the congregation shuffled to a standing position and began singing. Erika struggled to her feet. Her eyes glossed over the page unseeing as her lips moved to music and sounds unbidden.
As soon as the service was over, Erika bolted to the door. Her mother tried to grab her arm as she went past, but she pulled free and put the so called sanctuary behind her.
She didn't worry about her hair as she stood outside the car door waiting in the rain for her mother to unlock it. The door clicked electronically and she practically dove into the car to get away from the rain as well as the bigoted people of the church. Even the window and car door didn't seem to be enough of a barrier.
“That was quite embarrassing.” her mother settled into her seat.
“I'm not coming back here again.” Erika swore. “How could you sit there and listen to that bull shit?”
“It wasn't all bull shit.” her mother started the car. “You shut out everything and didn't listen.”
“Of course not.” Erika buckled her seat belt. “They are a bunch of closed minded bigots.”
“You should not have acted the way you did in there. You should have listened to what was being said.”
“I did!” Erika yelled, “They were saying that homosexuals and the like are all evil and the spawns of Satan. I can't believe you even listened, let alone sat in there for more than five minutes.”
“Just because you don't believe in something doesn't mean it isn't out there, or even true.” Her mother shot back as she pulled out on to the main road.
“So you think that a moral, law abiding gay man, acts out on his desire to be with another man, that he will be sent to hell?”
“It isn't my place to judge.” Her mother stated.
“So then you also think I am going to hell.” she crossed her arms over her chest.
“I think that this...... this..... “ She waved her hand at Erika, “It just isn't natural.”
“So you think I'm going to hell.” it was a statement.
“I didn't say that.”
“You don't deny it.”
“I just don't think it is normal or right.” Her mother turned the corner a bit sharply.
“So you are going to brain wash me?”
“Stop being so dramatic.”
“Dramatic?” Erika protested throwing her hands into the air. “You took me to a church that believes that people like me are evil and spawn of Satan.”
“I didn't know they were going to preach that.”
“Yeah, sure.” Erika looked out the window of the car, refusing to acknowledge her mother.
At the next traffic light, Erika pulled her cell phone out of the glove compartment and flipped it open. There were twenty three messages waiting for her. She scrolled through them. Most were from Victoria and Samantha a couple were from Krystal. She opened the first on the list, from Victoria.
Victoria: How could you have done that to Tricia? Call me
Victoria: She called me this morning, crying, were you really making out with Julian on the roof? We need to talk.
Samantha: What is going on? I'm hearing some awful rumors. Call me when you get this.
Victoria: Call me
Victoria: where are you? Are you avoiding me?
Most of the rest of the texts followed the same lines. Even Krystal was worried and upset.
Tears fell from Erika's eyes as she flipped the phone shut. God, could she do anything right? Apparently not. Even as a girl she was screwing things up.
When the car pulled into the drive, Erika bolted into the house and raced as fast as she could up the stairs in heels.
“Hey Honey, how was church?” her father called from his office.
Erika ignored him, locking her bedroom door behind her as she threw herself on to her bed and wept.
Her phone vibrated signaling another text. She flipped it open.
Samantha: Are you back from church?
Erika scrolled to Samantha's name and hit TALK.
“Erika?”
“Yes.” Erika's nose was stuffed up from crying. “I just got home.”
“What the hell happened last night?” Samantha inquired.
Erika outlined her experience with Julian on the roof and finding Tricia stoned in the parking lot. She then added the bit about Julian taking her to his special place.
“Man, You have the school going nuts.” Samantha told her. “I have been getting texted and called all morning with people wanting know about what they have heard. Some are saying that you and Julian were seen having sex up there.”
“We weren't. He just kissed me.”
“And Tricia saw that?”
“Yes.” Erika admitted.
“God, Erika.” Samantha scorned, “I know you have a brain tumor, but is it effecting your reasoning as well as your hormones?”
Erika burst out sobbing again.
“Text Victoria and get her off my case. I'm coming over. The best thing for you to do right now is to find Tricia and apologize to her, and then you two need to be seen in public together to start disarming these rumors.”
“Is kissing Julian so wrong?” Erika almost whispered.
“It is when you are supposed to be a couple with someone else.” Samantha admonished. “Wash your face and clean up, then see if you can locate Tricia. No one has been able to since she first text Victoria this morning.”
Erika sniffled. “Okay.” the phone went dead.
Erika did as instructed and washed her face, then had to reapply her make up.
“Your friend, Samantha is here.” Erika's mother knocked on the door.
“I'll be out in a minute.” Erika called. She checked her self in the mirror one more time. Her results weren't pretty, but they were passable. She flipped open her phone and text Tricia before emerging from her room and meeting Samantha sitting at the kitchen table.
“Have you found Tricia?” Samantha got up.
“I just sent her a text.”
Samantha wrapped her arms around Erika and held her in a long hug. “I'm going to cut you a little slack, because you're still a bit new at this, and because you're brain damaged.” She pulled back from Erika and gave her a big smile.
“I'm so confused right now.” Erika admitted.
“Let's go see if we can track down Trish.” Samantha let go and walked towards the door. “Grab your purse, and your jacket. It's cold out there.”
“Where are you two heading off to?” Erika's mom asked.
“Out.” Erika was short.
“We're going to see about helping a friend who had a rough night last night.” Samantha explained. “And to hang out. We might even go to the mall.”
“You have your phone?” Mrs. Martin asked Erika.
Erika rolled her eyes, but nodded. Her mother turned away to do some important task.
Erika joined Samantha out in the cold, blustery day.
“How was church?” Samantha asked, her breath was visible in the crisp damp air.
Erika told her about the horrible experience.
“So that explains why your mother and you are at odds.”
“We are at odds because she won't accept me.” Erika stated.
“Tricia accepts you.” Samantha put it out there.
Erika hung her head. “I don't know what's wrong with me.” She told her friend. “I love Tricia.”
“But?” Samantha urged.
“Things with Julian are just so...... so exciting.”
“Do you think Julian will accept you, knowing what you are?” Samantha asked.
Erika shook her head after a pause.
“Tricia accepts you doesn't she?”
“Yes,” Erika muttered.
“Are you more attracted to Tricia or Julian?”
“Tricia, I think.”
“You think?” Samantha nudged.
“Julian has been the only guy that I have ever been, you know. . . attracted to.”
“You haven't been attracted to any other guys?” Samantha asked.
Erika shook her head.
“Not even a little tiny bit with Josh?”
“Eeeww, No!”
A long quiet fell between the two. Before She knew it, Erika was standing in front of Tricia's house. The two girls stood there for a long time Erika dreading the task that she had to complete.
Samantha took her hand, gave it a squeeze and pulled her to the door and rang the doorbell.
“Hello.” Tricia's father greeted without much warmth. Warm air, like a hot breath breathed on them from the warm interior of the house. “What can I do for you?” he didn't even open the screen door to let them in out of the cold air.
“We are looking for Tricia.” Samantha stated, “Is she home?”
“She said she needed to get some fresh air and clear her head.” her father explained. “She's pretty upset.”
“That is why we'd like to talk to her.” Samantha agreed.
Erika nodded.
“Sorry girls, I don't know where she went. Have you tried calling her?”
“She's not answering my calls.” Erika nodded. “Not that I blame her right now.”
“Let me know when you find her.”
“Thanks.” The girls said together as he closed the door.
The two walked down the drive. Samantha pulled out her phone.
“Who are you texting?” Erika asked.
“Seeing if Victoria has heard from her.” Samantha pushed send, pocketed her phone and started down the street.
“Now where?” Erika asked.
“Halloween is next week. Have you thought about a costume?”
Erika shook her head, “No. I've been a bit preoccupied lately.”
“Well. . . Do you think you'll have surgery before next Saturday?” Samantha led their path to a covered bus stop.
“I'm not sure if I am going to have surgery.” Erika stated, “I Don't want to go through puberty as a boy.”
“I don't blame you.” Samantha winced. “Going through it as a girl is no treat either, although you won't be having a period.”
Erika shrugged.
The two stood in with their backs to the frigid wind, their long hair whipping around their faces, each lost in her own thoughts.
“What are you thinking?” Erika finally asked.
“If you're a cat or a fairy princess.”
“What?”
“If you're the kind of girl who grew up being a cat for Halloween or a Fairy Princess.” Samantha clarified.
“Does it matter?”
“Kind of.” Samantha smiled. “Summer was always a black cat or a witch for Halloween. I was always a Princess.”
Samantha dug her phone out of her pocket and flipped it. “Victoria says that Tricia might be at the mall doing some shopping therapy.”
a gust of wind buffeted Erika's jacket and flared her skirt. “Damn it's cold in this skirt.”
“You should get some tights.” Samantha nodded understanding.
A bus pulled up and opened its doors to them. The girls stepped in, the heater running full blast did little to warm them.
“So I take it we are going to the mall?” Erika asked.
Samantha nodded, “We have to find Tricia so that you can apologize to her. While we are there we can do some shopping.”
“You had to work shopping in there didn't you.” Erika rolled her eyes.
“You have the new shopping expense account and need clothes,” Samantha pointed out, “Starting with some tights or leggings to keep your legs warm under that skirt.”
--o0o--
The Constitution mall was a welcome environment of warmth after braving the falling temperatures outside as well as the passably not chilly bus.
Erika's legs tingled slightly as they began to warm up. After a few minutes, she unzipped her jacket.
Samantha checked her phone again. “Victoria doesn't know where Tricia is other than that she is here at the mall.”
“Well, where should we check first?” Erika pondered aloud.
“Forever 21? American Eagle?” Samantha posed.
Erika shrugged and headed off towards the stores that Tricia would most likely frequent.
The two entered Forever 21 and looked for the pink clad blonde, but didn't see her.
“Hey there.” Jordon greeted.
“Hi Jordon. Have you seen Tricia around?” Samantha asked a bit distracted.
“I saw her about an hour ago down towards the food court.”
“Thanks.” Samantha turned to leave, “See you tomorrow.” she threw over her shoulder at the Rally member.
“If you see her, could you let her know that we are looking for her?” Erika asked.
“Sure.” Jordon smiled.
Samantha and Erika headed to the food court wing of the mall.
“Do you think she would still be down here?” Erika asked.
“Who knows.” Samantha sighed. “Text her again.”
“I did.” Erika explained. “I told her we were here and looking for her.”
Samantha stopped in front of Hot Topic. “That's cute.” She commented.
“What?”
“You can be a sexy nurse for Halloween.” Samantha suggested pointing out the risqué costume.
“No way.” Erika shook her head.
“How about the sexy 'she devil'?”
“How about no sexy anything.” Erika stated.
“It was just a thought.” Samantha shrugged.
Erika's phone rang. She flipped it open.
Krystal: I found her. Meet you at the food court in 5.
Erika shared the new information with Samantha. She looked around and found that they were already only two stores away from the food court.
“Lets grab some quiet tables so that you two can talk.” Samantha took Erika's hand and guided her. “Remember, she is in love with who you are. Julian is in love with who he thinks you are.”
The two sat down at a table and surveyed the congruence of shoppers hurrying about with their bags of merchandise.
“There's Krystal.” Samantha pointed.
Erika followed the direction and noticed the ever slimming girl from camp. She was holding hands with Jorge and pulling someone else by the arm. Erika looked for the blonde clad in pink but didn't see anyone close to Krystal that fit the description.
As they approached, Krystal pushed someone out front. Erika's jaw dropped. Standing slightly in front of Krystal looking sour and dressed in jeans and a blue polo shirt was Tricia. Seeing her girlfriend wasn't the largest shocker though.
“What did you do to your hair?” Samantha exclaimed.
Tricia shrugged.
“You two need to work things out.” Krystal nudged Tricia towards a seat across from Erika. Erika just stared dumbfounded.
The girl sitting across from her was almost unrecognizable. Not wearing any makeup, or pink, Tricia's long hair was practically gone.
“You cut your hair.” Erika stated the obvious.
Tricia's hand went to the back of her head and stroked the blonde hair that couldn't be more than an inch in length.
“I'm going to get a snack.” Samantha announced. She joined Krystal and Jorge in a search for some munchies.
“Why did you cut your hair?” Erika asked.
“Something different.” Tricia shrugged, avoiding Erika's eyes.
Erika set her hands out on the table and reached towards Tricia's. Tricia pulled away.
“Tricia?” Erika said her name trying to get her friend to look at her. “Tricia?”
“What do you want from me now?” Tricia asked.
“I want to apologize to you.” Erika's eyes welled with tears, now realizing just how badly she had hurt her friend.
“For what? Being a girl?”
“No. for being mean and unfeeling towards you and your feelings.”
Tricia still avoided eye contact.
“I. . . I'm not used to this.” Erika stated. “I'm not used to having friends. I'm not used to people noticing me other than to trip me or spit at me, and I'm not used to having guys who want to shower me with attention.” She moved her hand towards Tricia. “Last night was. . . overwhelming and confusing. I got so caught up in being a princess that I forgot that it was supposed to be a special night for you too.”
Erika could see Tricia's eyes welling with tears.
“You love me for who I am,” Erika stated, borrowing Samantha's words, “Julian loves me for who he thinks I am.”
Tricia let out a shuddering sigh. She wiped at her eyes. “What about you?” she asked.
“I love you for all of your unconditional love.” Erika stated. She ached to hold Tricia, or for Tricia to hold her.
“It just really hurt seeing you with Julian last night.” Tricia explained.
“I'm sure it did. I'm sorry.”
“Are you dating him now?”
She didn't think they were an item now. They did kiss and he took her to his special place, but as a couple? She didn't feel that way about him. Yes she enjoyed his attention and feeling like a princess all night. It was magical under the stars as well as under the reflections of the pool. But the night ended with a hug and a bit guarded. Could she see herself cuddling up with him on the sofa like she did with Tricia? It would be nice, but she would have to be on guard all of the time. She would never be able to relax, never to be herself, all one hundred percent, one hundred percent of the time.
“No.” She answered. “I'd like to still date you. That is, if you'll have me.”
Tricia met Erika's gaze. Tears spilled out of her eyes. “I love you too much not to.” She smiled weakly.
“Summer once told me something. I don't know where she got it but it was meant for you.” Erika finally took Tricia's hand in hers. “A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart; and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.”
The two stood and wrapped their arms around each other, holding one another and crying into one another's shoulder.
Part 38 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Edeyn “Why does she have to tell him at all?” Samantha asked. “Some guys go psycho if they find out that they have been sleeping with a girl that was once a guy. Beatings and even murders have taken place. She has to be careful.” |
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“Are you dating him now?”
She didn't think they were an item now. They did kiss and he took her to his special place, but as a couple? She didn't feel that way about him. Yes she enjoyed his attention and feeling like a princess all night. It was magical under the stars as well as under the reflections of the pool. But the night ended with a hug and a bit guarded. Could she see herself cuddling up with him on the sofa like she did with Tricia? It would be nice, but she would have to be on guard all of the time. She would never be able to relax, never to be herself, all one hundred percent, one hundred percent of the time.
“No.” She answered. “I'd like to still date you. That is, if you'll have me.”
Tricia met Erika's gaze. Tears spilled out of her eyes. “I love you too much not to.” She smiled weakly.
“Summer once told me something. I don't know where she got it but it was meant for you.” Erika finally took Tricia's hand in hers. “A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart; and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.”
The two stood and wrapped their arms around each other, holding one another and crying into one another's shoulder.
And now for Chapter 38. . .
Samantha came back to join the two at the table and found them holding hands looking into one another's eyes. “Can you two Play Nice?” Samantha sucked on her juice drink.
“We're better.” Tricia didn't look away from Erika's blue eyes.
“So, lets bond while we shop.” Samantha coaxed, “Erika needs tights, leggings, and hose just to start. She also needs a new wardrobe.”
“Good thing my dad gave me money, huh?” Erika joined Samantha, her fingers interlaced with Tricia's.
“We also need to get you a Halloween costume.”
“Costume?” Tricia looked at Erika. “What are you going to be?”
“I have no idea.” Erika shrugged.
“What have you been in the past?” Tricia inquired.
“Lets see. . . Vampire-”
“Thats one for black cat.” Samantha noted.
“Surgeon. . . “ Erika continued.
“One for Princess.”
“What are you talking about?” Tricia interrupted.
“Just trying to see if Erika would have been a black cat or fairy princess for Halloween.” Samantha explained.
Tricia giggled and looked Erika up and down.
“I was Spider man. . .”
“Princess.” Samantha noted.
“The Punisher. . . “
“Oooh, that's a tough one.” Samantha bit her lip. That can go in either column.
“Buzz Light-year. . . “
Samantha and Tricia both giggled.
“Princess.” Tricia suppressed her tither.
“One year I was a Nintendo controller” Erika beamed. “That was a fun one to make.”
“You mean from the original Nintendo?” Samantha asked.
Erika nodded.
“Princess.” Tricia gave Erika's hand a squeeze.
“Oh and one year I was a zombie.”
“Black cat.” Samantha guided them down the mall. “I'd say that you'd be more of a Fairy Princess girl than a black cat girl.”
“I agree.” Tricia nodded. “Now, do you want to be a mayhem fairy or a fairy princess?”
“What is a mayhem fairy?”
“It's a fairy with a bit of a mean streak. Lets stop by Hot Topic to show her.” Tricia suggested. “We can show you a mayhem fairly in there.”
Samantha nodded.
Erika decided that having shopping money was so much fun. She and her two best friends spent the afternoon grazing one store after another. By the time they were done, they all had their arms loaded with bags and Erika had a sixty dollar balance on her card.
“My feet hurt,” Erika complained.
“Thats a sign of a good shopping day.” Samantha smiled. “Now, lets get you home so that you can put this away and we can help you decide what to wear tomorrow.”
“I have an appointment tomorrow with Dr. Barts.” Erika informed them.
“Will you be at school at all?” Tricia asked.
“As soon as I'm done.” Erika nodded.
“So you are allowed to have a Dress Up Day for Halloween at Washington High?” Tricia asked as they waited for the bus.
“As long as you aren't wearing full faced masks.” Samantha nodded. “But most of those costumes are what the guys would wear anyway.”
“That's cool.” Tricia smiled, “My last school didn't allow for dressing up, or Halloween. It was supposed to be that lame 'Harvest festival' crap.”
“Why do adults always ruin our fun? 'Oooh, you might offend some real witch if you dress up, or only Satan worshipers dress up.” Samantha rolled her eyes.
The girls climbed on the nearly empty bus and took seats in the back.
“So I take it you didn't get in trouble for smoking last night?” Erika asked softly.
“No. I didn't get close enough for her to smell it.” Tricia stated.
“Did she wonder about you getting home early?”
“I needed a little Leeway so I told her that I was cramping so bad that I needed to come home and take a hot bath and go to sleep. I was in the bath when she brought me a hot water bottle. By that time I had brushed my teeth and the scent of my body wash masked it.”
“Oooh, sneaky.” Samantha commented.
“Tips from my sister.” Tricia corrected.
“How is Leeza?”
“Doing okay. She said she might have a boyfriend.”
“Might?” Samantha questioned.
“She won't know until she reveals her secret.”
“Why does she have to tell him at all?” Samantha asked.
“Some guys go psycho if they find out that they have been sleeping with a girl that was once a guy. Beatings and even murders have taken place. She has to be careful.” Tricia explained. She looked at Erika. “Trans-girls have Secret Lives.”
“So has she been sleeping with him?” Samantha asked.
“No. She tells them first, then if they don't go screaming out the door and peeling rubber out of the driveway, they work into that.” Tricia looked to Erika. “We don't have that problem though.”
The walk from the bus stop to Erika's house was only a block and a half. Erika's mom's car was missing from the driveway as they walked up.
“Home Sweet Home.” Erika entered the front door. “Hello?” Erika called.
“I'm in my office.” Her dad called.
“Where's mom?” Erika asked.
“She said that she had to go out for a bit.”
“Do you know where?” Erika asked.
“No. I've been busy in here. I'm in the middle of a project.”
“I have Samantha and Tricia over. We're going up to my room. Okay?”
“Sure.” he waved her away.
Erika picked up her bags and joined the others and trooped up to her bedroom. “It's kind of messy.” She warned. “I haven't gotten around to making it less boyish either.”
“Boyish?” Samantha snickered.
“I spent all of my money on clothes rather than getting new bedding.” Erika pushed open the door to her bedroom. She dropped her bags on the bed and hurried to pick up a few items that were still on the floor.
“Its not that bad.” Samantha set bags on the bed and looked around.
“It smells like you.” Tricia breathed deep.
Erika wrinkled her nose at that thought.
Tricia opened the closet doors and looked inside. “Thank goodness we went shopping!” she exclaimed. “You only had a couple of decent outfits.”
“I know.” Erika sighed. “But we changed that today.”
“And you have more pink.” Tricia beamed. “You are going to let me borrow that pink sweater, aren't you?”
“Sure.”
“I didn't know you owned any color but pink.” Samantha teased eying Tricia's blue polo.
“I borrowed it from Leeza.” Tricia fessed up. “It was one that she left behind.”
“Why did you cut your hair?” Erika asked. “Don't get me wrong, I do think that this is very cute on you, I was just wondering.”
Tricia looked down at the bed loaded with shopping bags then at the walls of the room. “Its stupid.”
“Why is it stupid?”
“I . . . . well, when I got home last night I wasn't thinking. I thought that you were starting to be attracted to boys.” Tricia began playing with the handle of one of the shopping bags. “I figured it you wanted a boyfriend, that I could try and be one. . . . I took some scissors and chopped away at my hair.”
“Oh Tricia.” Erika rushed across the room and gave her girlfriend a big hug.
“This morning I was still in a rotten mood so I pulled on this and went to Hair Magic at the mall to get the mess I made, fixed.”
“Well, I for one love it!” Samantha announced. “It is very cute.”
“I like it too,” Erika ran her fingers up the short hair on Tricia's nape.
Tricia leaned forward and embraced Erika's lips with a hard, passionate kiss.
The girls helped to organize Erika's closet and agreed on an outfit for the following day before departing.
“Night Mr. Martin.” Samantha and Tricia called before they left.
“Erika?” her father called.
“Yes, Daddy?” Erika stood at the door of his office.
“What happened between you and your mother this morning?”
“She was being a jerk.”
“Can you be a little more detailed?” he poured himself some Southern Comfort.
Erika told her father what had occurred at the church and the confrontation that she had with her mother. He asked a for a few details here and there and just nodded as she finished up.
“I'm sorry that you had to go through that.” he sighed. “But look at it this way. So far you have been pretty isolated in not hearing the bad that people think about people like you and my Aunt. Perhaps this will open your eyes a bit more to the ignorant hate that is out there.”
Erika nodded.
“I'll have a talk with your mother tonight when she gets home.”
“Daddy?” Erika asked.
“Yes?”
“Will mom ever accept me?”
“I don't know.” he shook his head. “Just remember that deep down inside, she loves you very much. She does what she does because she thinks it may help you.”
“Taking me to a bigoted church helps me?”
“If you can learn what you can from backwards thinking people so that you can avoid them in the future, it might.” He looked away and at his computer then back. “Erika, your mother feels that your transitioning means that she failed as a mother. She needs our love and support to understand that what is happening with you has nothing to do with her.”
“Still. She shouldn't force me to sit through something like that.” Erika pointed out.
“You're right. It was wrong of her. I'll talk to her about that.” Her father nodded. “Your mother was raised during a time when people didn't cause 'scenes', Erika. You were supposed to politely endure what ever the situation was then leave discreetly and try not to put yourself into that situation again.”
“Dad, it's a new millennium.”
“Some things are ingrained in us.” Her dad grimaced. “I'll talk with her. I promise.”
“Thanks Daddy.” Erika turned to leave.
“You know,” her father said catching her attention. “You used to be a Momma's Boy. It would be nice if you could get to a point where you could be a mommas girl.”
Erika and her mom drove to Dr. Barts office in silence. The two had spent most of the morning avoiding communication with one another. Sleeping in a bit on a school day had been a nice treat. Breakfast was a bowl of cereal and tension filled silence as her mother savored a cup of coffee across the table from her, making a point not to look in her direction.
The car came to a stop in a parking slot. Erika opened the claustrophobic confines of the car and smoothed out her skirt before slipping her purse on to her shoulder. She paused to allow her mother to get out of the car then started in to the building staying a few feet a head of her.
“I'm here to see Dr. Barts.” Erika told the receptionist.
“Have a seat, Erika, she'll be with you shortly.”
Erika found a chair and perched on it, making sure to fold her skirt under her. It wasn't long before the door to the back hallway opened and Dr. Barts greeted Erika.
“How are you doing, Erika?” Dr. Barts asked.
“I'm okay, I guess.”
“I hear that you are conflicted with your medical issues.”
“That I have a brain tumor, and I don't want to go under the knife? Yes.”
“Are you afraid of the surgery?” Dr. Barts asked taking a seat across from Erika.
“No.” Erika shook her head. “That kind of pain doesn't bother me.”
“What kind of pain does bother you?”
“The mental and verbal kind.” Erika bit her lip. “If I get the tumor removed, then I'll have to go through puberty. . . . as a boy.”
“You know that there are ways to keep that from happening.”
Erika nodded, “Keep the tumor.”
“Dr. Lipdick can prescribe hormone blockers that would keep the testosterone to minimal levels. When you turn eighteen, you can then make an informed decision to take female hormones and go through a girl's puberty. It is a serious decision and there are No Half Measures.”
“But what if I want to go through female puberty now?” Erika asked.
“Right now the law doesn't allow for someone of your age to make that kind of decision. You know the old adage, The State Does Not Make Mistakes.”
“That's bullshit and you know it.” Erika cursed.
“I know it is, but that is the law. So, is this whole 'not wanting to get the tumor removed' thing about puberty?”
“Pretty much. Mom is like, 'it's a tumor and you have to have it removed so that it will fix everything and you can go back to being Eric.” Erika tried to imitate her mother being all upset. “I don't want to go back to being Eric. I've worked too hard getting to where I am. Why can't she just accept the fact that I'm a girl now?”
“Well. . . . Why can't you accept that fact that these Changes are very hard on her?” Dr. Barts turned it around.
“But she doesn't need to make me go to a church that preaches that people like me are evil and works of the devil.”
Dr. Barts started to chuckle.
“It's not funny.” Erika was getting upset.
“It's not that.” Dr. Barts said trying to regain control. “I was just picturing the Devil in Drag.”
“I'm not a Drag Queen.”
“I know, Erika, I'm sorry. It was just something that popped into my head.” She cleared her throat. She fixed her glasses on her face, “So your mother took you to a church that you were uncomfortable in?”
“It was more than uncomfortable, it was down right nasty. It was filled with these nasty, bigoted people.”
Erika went on to explain the previous morning.
“Wow, those people really are experiencing a Tradgedy of Spirit.” Dr. Barts shook her head in disbelief.
“They are all psycho.” Erika corrected.
“Have you and your mother spoken about this experience?” Dr. Barts asked.
“A little.” Erika nodded. “I spoke to my dad about it last night. He said he was going to talk to my mom about it.”
“And?” The doctor prompted.
“And nothing.”
“You and your mother haven't talked about it any further?”
Erika shook her head.
“It sounds like you two have some Unfinished Buisness.”
“I really don't want to talk to her right now.” Erika looked away.
“Erika go stand in front of The Mirror on the Door.”
“Why?”
“Please.”
Erika got up and stood in front of the mirror. She glanced around the room in the reflection then looked at herself. She fingered a few tresses of hair into place and checked her makeup.
“What do you see?” Dr. Barts asked.
“I see me.”
“How would you describe yourself?”
“I don't know? Kind of pretty, I guess.”
“Look below the makeup, and pretty skirt.”
“I see me.”
“Who are you? Do you see a man or do you see a Woman in the Mirror?”
I see a woman.”
“Your mother sees a young man wearing makeup and dresses.”
“But I'm not!” Erika was getting upset.
“You have gone a long way in proving that you aren't, but you have only been doing this for a relatively short time.” Dr. Barts explained. “Most TG girls know from a young age that they are in the wrong body. You didn't discover this until this last summer. A Mother's Love is unconditional. Yes, your mom needs to support you but she is also is in her right to question if this is a truly wise choice.”
Erika turned away from the mirror. A scowl on her face. She stormed over to her chair and stiffly took a seat and stared out the window, Lost In Thought.
“Erika.” Dr. Barts tried to soothe. “Your mother wants the best for you. We all do. Your father, your friends, your teachers, everyone. Right now, Getting that thing inside your brain removed is what is best for you.” Dr. Barts paused. “So Would you like me to see about getting you in to seeing Dr. Lipdick so that you an talk to him about Hormone therapies or blockers?”
“You think I should have the surgery too?”
“I think that it is your decision, but one that you can better make once you spoken with a professional in that area.”
Erika shrugged her shoulders, “I guess. If I do this, I don't want to be given Little Pink Pills or one of those Placebo things.”
“I don't think Dr. Lipdick would do that. How are things going at school?” Dr. Barts changed the subject.
“Fine, I guess. We had Homecoming on Saturday.”
“Who did you go with?”
“My girlfriend Tricia and a friend, Julian.”
“You went with two people?”
Erika nodded.
“Did that cause problems?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“Tricia saw me kissing Julian and got upset.”
“Have you stopped dating Tricia?”
“No. It just happened.”
“The kissing.” Dr. Barts wanted to clarify.
Erika nodded.
“What did Tricia do?”
“Got high.”
“At the dance?”
“Outside. We took her home.” Erika erected a stone wall.
“Who's we?”
“Julian and I. Julian was pretty upset.”
“Weren't you?”
“A little. I was too busy feeling guilty.”
“Over kissing Julian?”
She nodded.
“Did you like kissing Julian?”
“Yes.” Erika's response was reluctant.
“Do you like kissing Tricia?”
Erika didn't even hesitate. “Yes.”
“Do you have feelings for both Tricia and Julian?”
Erika shook her head. “No. I like Julian, but I have feelings for Tricia. It's just when I'm with Julian, Something Feels Strange.”
“Strange? How?”
“I don't know, exactly. He is the only guy I've been attracted to. But Tricia. . . Tricia knows me. She's like the other half of me. I know this now. She loves me, and . . . . I love her.”
Part 39 By Anistasia Allread Edited by Edeyn “Julian we need to talk.” Erika stated. “Okay. When?” “Now.” Erika took his hand and pulled him down the hall. “You come too.” She called to Krystal. The friend from camp looked nervously around as she followed them through a door that lead outside. |
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“Do you like kissing Tricia?”
Erika didn't even hesitate. “Yes.”
“Do you have feelings for both Tricia and Julian?”
Erika shook her head. “No. I like Julian, but I have feelings for Tricia. It's just when I'm with Julian, SOMETHING FEELS STRANGE.”
“Strange? How?”
“I don't know, exactly. He is the only guy I've been attracted to. But Tricia. . . Tricia knows me. She's like the other half of me. I know this now. She loves me, and . . . . I love her.”
And now we continue. . .
Chapter 39
Erika's mother was very quiet on the ride to school. Erika didn't have much to say so she kept to herself. She was going to have a lot of running around to do at lunch and after school to gather up missed assignments. So far she had been able to keep up with her school work, but it was getting harder and harder the more she missed for different appointments.
The car stopped at a red light.
“Erika, I'm sorry that you felt uncomfortable at church yesterday.” her mother continued to watch the traffic light. “I did not set that up or even know that they were going to preach about that topic.”
Erika kept quiet.
“Tell you what.” She looked at her child. “You can pick the churches for now on.”
“I think I might want to go back to the catholic church.” Erika voiced.
Her mother nodded. “Alright, but I would like to try a few other churches as well.”
“Okay.”
Her mom drove on to the school.
“I need to sign you in, right?” Mrs. Martin checked.
“Yes.” Erika nodded.
They parked in the ten minute parking space and both entered the school.
“Shall I pick you up after school?” Mrs. Martin signed her in at the office.
“No. I'll walk home after cheer practice.” Erika corrected.
“No dancing.” her mother's voice took on that stern mother's tone.
“I know, I know.” Erika rolled her eyes.
Her mother gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, “I will love you, no matter what.” she stated before leaving.
“What period is it?” Erika asked the secretary.
“You've got just a few minutes before lunch.”
“Thanks.” Erika took her hall pass and headed down to her classroom.
She slipped into the classroom, waved the hall pass at the instructor, who nodded with a smile, and quietly took her seat.
“Where have you been?” Krystal whispered.
“To see Dr. Barts.” Erika whispered back.
“How did it go?”
“Okay. What did I miss?”
“Not much. Julian has been asking about you.”
“Oh?”
Krystal nodded.
The bell rang. The two friends gathered their books and entered the mob of bodies heading towards the lunch room.
“Are rumors going wild?” Erika asked.
“Some were this morning, but either Julian or Tricia killed them. The last rumor I heard was that Tricia was something stupid about why Tricia cut her hair.”
“What was it?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“Someone said that Tricia was joining the Neo-Nazi's.” Krystal rolled her eyes. “Told you it was stupid.”
Julian smiled at her as she walked down the hall towards him and Stan.
“How are you feeling today?” Julian asked.
“Better than yesterday.”
He leaned in for a kiss. Erika turned her head, allowing him to kiss her on the cheek. He pulled back with a confused and slightly hurt look on his face.
“Julian we need to talk.” Erika stated.
“Okay. When?”
“Now.” Erika took his hand and pulled him down the hall. “You come too.” She called to Krystal. The friend from camp looked nervously around as she followed them through a door that lead outside.”
“What's going on?” Julian's eyes flicked from Erika's to Krystal and Stan's then back to Erika's. Krystal and Stan stood next to the door trying to give the two space without being too far.
“Julian I like you. I like you a lot.” Erika told him.
“I like you too.”
“But I love Tricia.” Erika stated. “I love her more than anything right now, and it's not fair to you. You have done everything that a girl could want from a guy, but as much as I like you, You aren't my soul mate. When you enter the room, my heart quickens. But when Tricia enters, it skips a beat and then flutters.”
Julian looked away, hurt.
“I would like nothing more than for my heart to flutter for you, Julian. You. . . well, you are incredible and will make some girl very lucky. I'm just not the one.”
Julian nodded.
“I'm going through a lot of shit right now. I may be going in for brain surgery soon.” Erika explained.
“When?” Julian asked.
“I'm not sure yet.” Erika bit her lower lip. “The other night you stated that you would be anything I needed right now.”
Julian nodded. “That still stands, Erika.”
“I need a friend. A good friend. A guy friend who can help me and my girlfriends get through this.”
Julian nodded understanding.
“Can you be a friend who happens to be a knight in shining armor?”
“If that is what this damsel in distress needs, yes.” Julian smiled.
Erika stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you Julian. Thank you.”
Julian wrapped his long, strong arms around her and held her close for a long moment.
“Okay, I need food, and then I need to get my homework.” Erika said pulling out of his embrace and including Krystal and Stan in her smile.
“See, I told you she'd make it.” Samantha nudged Tricia.
Erika put her salad down on the table. She leaned down, cupping the back of Tricia's head and kissed her hard in front of the whole school.
“Wow.” Tricia blinked. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” Erika smiled. She ran her long nails through Tricia's short hair savoring its texture. “I just wanted you to know how much I love you.”
“I think the whole school knows now.” Victoria shook her head in wonderment.
After school at cheer practice, Erika got started on the posters for the upcoming game. She brought out large sheets of poster paper, markers and paint and began drawing a mean looking warthog charging over a patriot.
“Damn girl. I didn't know you could draw.” Taylor looked down at what Erika had drawn.
“I haven't had a whole lot of time to do much of it lately.” Erika sighed.
“You're really good.”
“Thanks.”
“Do you do other art things too?'
“Like what?” Erika asked.
“Like T-shirts and stuff?”
“I haven't though much about it, why?”
“It would be cool to have shirts made up for the squad. Or perhaps have a bunch of shirts made up so that we can sell them to the student body as a fund raiser.”
Erika shrugged.
“Think about it. With your talent, I'm sure a lot of people would be walking around wearing Warthog shirts.
“Call me when you get home.” Erika waved to Samantha. She closed the door and stripped out of her jacket, gloves and set her backpack against the stairs.
“How was your day?” Mrs. Martin asked from the kitchen.
“It went better than expected. I have a lot of homework though.”
“Dinner will be ready as soon as your father gets home, which will be in about fifteen minutes. Why don't you wash up and set the table, please.”
“Okay.” Erika washed her hands and began her chore.
“I set up an appointment for you to see Dr. Lipdick tomorrow.” Her mother stirred a pot of chili.
“What time?” Erika sighed.
“After school. I figured you have missed enough classes in the past couple of weeks.”
“Thanks.”
“Dr. Arts told me to set it up. Did you not want to talk to him?”
“I do. I'm just tired.”
“I'm home.” Mr. Martin announced from the entryway. “Smells good, what's for dinner?”
“Chili, cornbread, and salad.” Mrs. Martin said greeting her husband with a kiss.
“Mm mm — mm.”
Erika ladled some chili into a bowl, added some cheese and a dollop of sour cream and sat at he table and stirred it all up.”
“I've got some bad news.” Mr. Martin announced as he sat down with his bowl of chili.”
“What?” Mrs. Martin asked.
“My work is sending me out of town for two weeks on a business trip.”
“Can't you get out of it?” Mrs. Martin asked.
“No. I tried.” he shook his head. “It's a big project and I am the most knowledgeable one on this area in the company.”
“But I thought you were done traveling for them.” Mrs. Martin protested.
“I had hoped so too, but we can't afford to lose this account in this economy. I've got to go.”
Oh God, Erika thought. Please don't do this to me now. Please don't strand me here alone with my mother like this.
Part 40 By Anistasia Allread Not Edited “Two weeks.” Erika commented. Mrs. Martin took a deep breath. “I hate it as much as you do.” Erika sipped at her coffee. The two of them sat in silence both missing the man that they loved. |
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“My work is sending me out of town for two weeks on a business trip.”
“Can't you get out of it?” Mrs. Martin asked.
“No. I tried.” he shook his head. “It's a big project and I am the most knowledgeable one on this area in the company.”
“But I thought you were done traveling for them.” Mrs. Martin protested.
“I had hoped so too, but we can't afford to lose this account in this economy. I've got to go.”
Oh God, Erika thought. Please don't do this to me now. Please don't strand me here alone with my mother like this.
And now we continue........
After washing the dishes, Erika grabbed her backpack and slipped up to her room. “Homework.” she stated with disgust.
The raised voices of her parents could be heard although muffled by the walls. Erika turned on her stereo and and went to work on catching up on assignments that she had missed.
Her phone flashed with an incoming text.
Tricia : hey there, what's up?
Erika: Trying to catch up on my homework. Parents fighting again.
Tricia: What about this time?
Erika: My dad has to leave on a business trip for 2 weeks.
Tricia: Two weeks!
Erika: Two weeks of hell with just my mother.
Tricia: We'll figure something out. Which homework are you working on?
Erika: Geometry
Tricia: Yuck. Text me when you are done.
Erika put her phone away and went back to work.
Her phone flashed with another text. Erika sighed and flipped open her phone.
Samantha: I figured out what I want to do for my birthday.
Erika: what?
Samantha: Sleep over Friday after the game.
Erika: when is your birthday?
Samantha: Day after tomorrow, silly.
Erika: Sleep over Friday after the game. Okay.
Samantha: Saturday I'll drive us up to see Sasha so that we can get our hair done.
Erika: You can drive?
Samantha: I take my test Friday morning : )
Erika: Sasha's on Saturday, huh?
Samantha: : )
Erika: I'll ask. Doing homework right now.
Samantha: k. Text me when you are done.
Erika turned her phone off and tossed it across the room onto her pillow. “Homework.” she focused herself.
Erika watched as her father checked his briefcase for the fourth time to make sure that not only his laptop was in there but his other important papers.
“I don't want you to go, Daddy.” Erika complained.
“I don't want to go either, but someone has to pay the bills and keep your insurance so that you can get that tumor removed.”
“What if mom starts being. . . you know?”
“You have your cell phone and email. You can call me. Just make sure that it is important.”
“But. . .”
“No more, honey.” Mr. Martin directed a stern gaze at her, “I've got enough to worry about right now. Be a good girl while I'm gone. Your mother needs our help.”
“If she will let me be a 'good' girl.” Erika folded her arms over her chest.
“Hey now.” Mr. Martin put his brief case down and enfolded Erika in his arms. “I love you very much and I'll be thinking about you every day.”
Erika's protests melted with his show of love.
“You promise to take my calls?”
Her father nodded. “as long as I'm not busy.”
Erika released her father and finished peeling a banana. Her father went to the front door where Erika's mother stood waiting. Her mother leaned in and laid her head upon her father's shoulder.
Erika munched down her banana while watching her mom and dad having a tender moment. Her mother lightly placed her hand on her father's chest, her father whispered something to her then kissed her fore head. Her mother lifted her chin and took his lips and kissed him before pushing herself back with a sad smile.
Erika's dad shot Erika a smile before walking out of the door.
Erika sighed and poured her self a cup of coffee. Her mother came up behind her and grabbed her prepared mug off the counter next to her and sat down at the table with a heavy sigh.
“Two weeks.” Erika commented.
Mrs. Martin took a deep breath. “I hate it as much as you do.”
Erika sipped at her coffee. The two of them sat in silence both missing the man that they loved.
A knock came at the door, then the door opened and Samantha came in.
“So did you ask?” She asked.
“Not yet.” Erika admitted.
Erika's mother looked to her child.
“Samantha's birthday is tomorrow.” Erika explained. “She has invited me to join her for a sleep over at her house Friday night after the game.”
“Then Saturday we would drive up and get our hair done by Sasha.” Samantha stated to Erika's mother with pleading eyes.
“Please mom?” Erika asked. “I'll get all of my homework caught up before then. I did a lot of it last night.”
“The only problem I have with it is that it isn't proper for you to be sleeping with girls.” her mother shrugged.
“But Erika is one of the girls, Mrs. Martin.” Samantha clasped her hands in front of her. “Everyone who is coming knows Erika for who she is.”
Mrs. Martin closed her eyes and was silent for a moment. She nodded her head. “Alright.”
“Thank you mom.” Erika was surprised.
“Thank you Mrs. Martin.” Samantha burst with glee.
Erika pulled on her jacket grabbed her backpack and the two friends left for school.
Erika lay cuddled up to Tricia on the sofa. A movie provided background noise as she stroked the wonderful new texture of Tricia's short hair. The movie was one that she had seen before and could easily ignore as she delved into her own thoughts.
Dr. Lipdick and she had a very in depth conversation on hormones and hormone replacement. She was starting to understand that even with the tumor removed that she could develop into a woman by taking hormone blockers and replacements. She could get the tumor removed and rejoin the cheer squad around Christmas time. Another option that they spoke about was letting nature take it's course, to see how her body would respond once the tumor was removed, there was not guarantee that she would be flooded with testosterone.
Do I miss being a boy? She asked herself. Is there anything that I could be denying myself by becoming a woman? I don't think I'd like to shave my face everyday. Shaving my legs isn't so bad. Being strong? Woman can be just as strong, sometimes stronger; in their own way. Woman can play sports, run businesses, raise families. In fact by becoming a woman, I'm giving myself more choices.
There is that hormone issue though. She sighed inward, not wanting to disturb Tricia. If I decide to become a woman, I'll have to take hormones for the rest of my life. If I go the boy route, I won't have to. But I can wear more comfortable and pretty clothes. She smiled to her self.
“Whacha thinking?” Tricia asked.
“Not much.” Erika's fingers played in the blonde's short hair.
“You're awful quiet to not be thinking much.” Tricia nudged.
“I'm just going over the different arguments that Dr. Lipdick and I discussed this afternoon.”
“On which sex you will choose?”
Erika nodded. “If I choose to become a woman, I'll have to take lots of hormones, for the rest of my life.”
“You should talk to Leeza.” Tricia suggested. “She could tell you her experiences.”
“Is she coming home anytime soon?”
Tricia shook her pretty blonde head. “Not that I'm aware of. Probably won't visit until Thanksgiving.”
“Arrg, that's like a month away.”
“Sorry. I can give you her email address. I'm sure she would like to hear from you.” Tricia lovingly stroked Erika's arm with her fingers.
Silence fell between the two again.
“So are you thinking of maybe, possibly going back to being a boy?” Tricia wondered aloud.
“No.” Erika shook her head. “If I get this tumor removed, it will just be harder not being a boy.” She tried to sound matter of fact.
“Is it that bad being a boy?” Tricia asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Is it horrible being a boy?”
“I wasn't very good at it.”
“I'm not very good at being a girl.” Tricia sighed.
“What are you talking about? You are a beautiful, wonderful girl.” Erika was bewildered by this.
“I just don't think I'm very good at being a girl sometimes.” Tricia stated.
“You're one of the most feminine girls I've ever met.”
“Why? Because I wear pink?”
“It's more than what you wear. It's your kindness, your ability to accept others, your inner strength, your creative mind. It's your grace, your charm.”
“I've failed my parents.” Tricia closed her eyes with shame. “I'm attracted to girls. They won't have a normal family.”
“Tricia, your sister is a transexual. I think they consider 'normal' to be something different than others.” Erika smiled. She gave Tricia a squeeze.
“Are you angry that I cut my hair?” Tricia asked.
“Are you kidding? I love your haircut.” Erika told her. “I've only been running my fingers through it all night.”
“I thought that you might have been doing that because you missed it.” Tricia said.
“Absolutely not. It feels wonderful and looks very cute.” Erika smiled down at Tricia's beautiful eyes looking up at her.
Tricia flipped over and lept forward, pinning Erika to the sofa and capturing Erika's lips with her own.
“Besides,” Erika said after a few minutes of kissing. “Now it doesn't hang in my face and tickle my nose.”
The two giggled before their lips caressed again.
Part 41 By Anistasia Allread Not Edited “You were fine in the lake at camp.” Samantha stated. “But that isn't the same as being in a hot tub. I don't want to accidentally expose my secret to Taylor and Melinda.” |
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Erika sat across from Krystal at the lunch table. Tricia sat besides her, her left hand resting on Erika's bare knee, lightly rubbing her tights with her fingertips.
“I've got it!” Samantha came running up to the table. “I've got it! I've got it!”
“Got what?” Jorge asked.
“My license.” Samantha paused to smile. “I am now licensed to drive a car.”
“That's awesome. No more walking to school in the rain.” Erika grinned.
“No more waiting for the bus in the rain to get to the mall.” Samantha winked. “You know what this means, don't you?” She paused for only a second and went on not allowing anyone to answer, “The road trip to see Sasha tomorrow is on.”
“I so, need a cut.” Erika nodded. “Tricia had to trim my fringe last.”
“I did a good job.” Tricia protested.
“I didn't say that you hadn't.” Erika defended. “I just said that I couldn't get to Sasha to have it done.”
“Hey, check this out.” Victoria said tapping at her laptop.
“What is it?” Krystal asked.
“Just a soccer article. My family is really into soccer.” Victoria stated. “Its a cultural thing.”
“My family is into soccer too.” Jorge smiled.
“Did you hear about this kid in England?” Victoria asked.
“No.”
Victoria turned the computer so that the others could see the screen.
English soccer star hurt in freak accident.The wonderkid of soccer is in intensive care.
English Premier League giants Melchester United’s star player, 15 year old Mark Hurst is intensive care following a freak accident on the playing field in the grudge match with Cranley United.
Hurst had a horrific injury on the playing field that left observers wondering if he will ever be able to play again. He was in the protective wall in front of his goal with his team mates following a free being awarded to Cranley. It was estimated that the ball hit Mark at least 90 miles an hour. Because of his age and confidentiality issues, we were unable to ascertain the exact nature of his injuries, but we can confirm from sources close to the player that his groin area was affected.
Not yet 16, Mark Hurst has been tipped for the top by his manager Sandy McPherson and England manager, Olaf Johannsen. His skills on and off the ball and incredible goals that he has managed to score this season makes him one of the hottest properties in soccer.
‘We have every confidence that he will recover fully and return to the team as soon as he is well enough,’ Said Sandy McPherson yesterday.
Only time will tell if that prediction is true or whether this great new hope for English soccer does not have the opportunity to fulfill his destiny of becoming one of the all time greats in sport.
“Oh.” Jorge moaned, covering his genitals protectively. “God that would hurt.”
“Check out the pictures.” Victoria said scrolling down.
“Oooh, He's kind of cute.” Tricia smiled.
“Hey!” Erika protested.
“Sorry, love. But he is.”
“Have you seen him play?” Victoria asked Jorge.
Jorge shook his head. “No.”
“I saw a match a few weeks ago. He's good.” Victoria stated.
“If he comes back from an accident like that, I'll have to watch a match.”
--o0o--
Erika cheered on the football team as well as her rally squad standing next to the security officer. Every once in a while she would look up into the stands to find Tricia's glowing face smiling down at her. Tricia's shining eyes and bright smile warmed Erika's heart so that she barely noticed the cool air softly blowing against her cheeks. Only the white from her breath against the cold night air, and the coolness against her legs encased in tights reminded her of how far the temperature had dropped.
“Did you bring your overnight bag with you?” Samantha asked as they walked towards the locker room.
“No, I'll have to go home and get it or ask my mom to drop it off.” Erika sighed.
“I'll take you by on the way home.” Samantha smiled. She looked over to Melinda and Taylor. “You two are coming tonight, right?”
“I have to run and errand first.” Melinda nodded.
“Remember to bring your bathing suits.”
“Sam.” Erika hissed under her breath. “You said that only people who knew about me were going to your sleep over.”
“Samantha can I get your help?” Someone called.
“Relax.” Samantha hissed back before jogging towards the person calling.
Erika's heart sped up in her chest. Others, not in the circle of the secret were coming to the sleep over. Should she back out now? Stay at home? Tell Samantha, one of her best friends that she can't go to her birthday bash? No, she had to go. It was her duty as a friend.
--o0o--
“Don't forget your bathing suit!” Samantha called out the drivers side window.
Erika waved acknowledgment at her as she entered her house.
“Who won?” Erika's mother called from the living room.
“We did, of course.” Erika called back.
“I thought I was to drop your bag off at Samantha's house.” Erika's mom asked for clarification. “I was hoping to meet her parents.”
“Samantha got her license and wanted to stop by to save you the trouble.” Erika entered the great room.
“That was nice.” her mother stated looking up from her book.
“I won't be back until tomorrow evening.”
“You have your phone?” Mrs. Martin asked.
Erika nodded.
“I'll check in with you from time to time.”
“Okay.”
Erika turned to leave.
“Erika?” her mother called.
“Yes?” Erika turned back.
“Have fun.” her mother smiled. It seemed a bit forced, but sincere.
“Thanks, mom.”
Erika ran up stairs and began searching her room for her bathing suit.
If she couldn't find it maybe she could get out of joining that aspect of the party, she thought. No, she would feel guilty about lying to Samantha in that way.
She spotted it in the bottom of one of her drawers and sighed.
--o0o--
Samantha pulled into her driveway and hopped out of the car. She popped the trunk and grabbed two of her friend's overnight bags and guided them into her house.
“Uh Oh, it looks like we are being invaded.” Mr. Thompson greeted the gaggle of girls.
“We were just leaving.” her mother directed to Samantha. “We'll be up stairs if you need anything. Just don't stay up too late.”
“Yes mom.” Samantha rolled her eyes.
Samantha's house had a fairly newly remodeled great room. A large open plan kitchen with a large island with a granite counter top held bowls upon bowls of junk food; cookies, chips, dips, chocolate candies and two fresh pizzas.
“Nice spread.” Victoria smiled.
The kitchen opened on to a dining table which held disposable plates, bowls and silverware along with a large tub full of ice, and many different kinds of soft drinks, juices and bottled water.
“I got you covered,” Samantha tapped Krystal on the shoulder. Samantha went opened the fridge and pulled out a tray of cut veggies followed by a smaller tray of sliced fruit.
Krystal's face lit up, “Thanks.” tension left her shoulders.
“Drop your stuff over there,” Samantha pointed to a spot along the wall. “We'll be sleeping down here.”
The sofas and chairs in the living area of the great room looked to have been moved a bit to allow for the girls to roll out their sleeping bags.
“I figured we could sit in the hot tub for a bit and then veg out watching a movie or two.” Samantha suggested.
“Sam, I'm not comfortable with this hot tub thing with the other girls.” Erika told her friend.
“You were fine in the lake at camp.” Samantha stated.
“But that isn't the same as being in a hot tub. I don't want to accidentally expose my secret to Taylor and Melinda.”
“Change before they get here and be the first one in to the hot tub.” Samantha suggested.
“I'll be right beside you. “Tricia assured. “I won't let them anywhere near you.” She grinned wickedly.
“It's got to be below freezing out there.” Erika still looked for an out.
“Perfect hot tubbing weather.” Samantha nodded.
“It's even better if it snows.” Tricia agreed.
A knock sounded at the door. Samantha answered it. “Come on in.” Erika heard.
“Hi.” Melinda greeted.
The other girls in the room greeted her.
“I'm going to put on my swim suit, be right back.” Samantha bound up stairs.
“So. . . “ Melinda looked around the room. “Samantha says that you all were in the same cabin in camp this last summer?”
“Columbine cabin.” Victoria nodded.
“We were the Lavender Ladies.” Tricia added.
“Sounds like you all had fun.” Melinda played with her super long dark hair.
“Get your suits on. I want to sit in the hot tub.” Samantha re-joined the group wearing a yellow bikini top and a green sarong wrapped around her waist.
Another knock sounded at the door.
“That's got to be Taylor and Jordon.” Samantha was full of energy. “Get changed.” She told the room. The bathroom is the second door on the left.”
Taylor and Jordon both entered the room.
“You brought your suits, didn't you?” Samantha asked.
Jordon nodded, “There's nothing like tubbing in this weather.
Melinda, Jordon and Taylor along with Tricia left the room with their suits in hand to change.
“Quick, change in the pantry.” Samantha suggested. Pointing to a door.
“I'll guard it for you if you do the same for me.” Krystal proposed.
“Fine.” Erika snatched up her suit and entered the pantry. Krystal slid the pocket door closed behind her.
Jars of canned goods, lined the shelves on one wall, while bulky pots and kitchen gadgets filled another shelving unit.
Erika quickly stripped out of her cheer uniform, relishing the cool freedom of removing her tights. She carefully tucked herself into her blue one piece and wrapped a towel around her waist to create a sarong look. Before opening the door.
“My turn to change, could you guard me?” Krystal asked.
Erika nodded.
“Oh, you changed. Cool.” Tricia entered the room wearing a red bikini and carrying her towel, unconscious of her body.
The tightness between Erika's legs made her self-conscious. “Um... ah, you look nice.” Erika stuttered.
“You look very nice.” Tricia raised her eyebrows flirtatiously.
Melinda and the others walked into the room in their two piece bikinis showing all kinds of skin and beautiful bodies. Erika could only dream of having a body like that.
“I feel a bit over dressed.” she admitted.
“So do I.” Krystal whispered emerging from the pantry in a black one piece.
“Who cares.” Samantha told the two, “lets get in the tub.”
Tricia wrapped her arms around Erika's neck. “I think you look fantastic. Lets go make out in the tub.” she kissed her on the lips then pulled her towards the patio.
“You two aren't going to be making out all night are you?” Jordon asked.
“It's a hot tub, what do you think?” Tricia grinned.
“Does it bother you?” Erika asked the blonde.
“A little.” Jordon admitted.
“Then we'll only make out a little.” Tricia snickered as Jordon rolled her eyes.
She led the gaggle of girls out some French doors. The cold night air hit Erika like an ice wall. Goose bumps raised up on her skin immediately. The release of pressure between her legs was a bit of a blessing.
Samantha and Victoria removed the cover allowing a billow of steam. Samantha pushed a button and started up the jets and bubbles. The shivering girls all climbed into the tub as fast as they could.
Tricia slid in and sat in on Erika's knee and wrapped an arm around her neck.
“Ahhhh.” the girls sighed as they immersed themselves, sloshing water over the side of the tub.
“So Erika,” Melinda began. “When are you going in for surgery?”
“I don't know quite yet. I have some more doctors appointments before the decision is made.”
The conversation about Erika's brain tumor and it's effects lingered for a few minutes before the conversation finally turned to school rumors and gossip.
After about an hour of soaking, gossiping and giggling the girls decided to snuggle down in their sleepwear and settle down with movies.
“Stay behind for a few minutes.” Tricia whispered in Erika's ear. “We'll join you in a minute.” She told Samantha.
“Cover the hot tub then.” Samantha instructed.
As soon as the girls had entered the house, Tricia wrapped her arms around Erika's neck and began kissing her. The strain of being tucked and becoming excited was very uncomfortable.
A few moments later, Tricia pulled away. “I just wanted some alone time with you. You looked so awesome at the game tonight and I love hot tubbing.”
“I think I'm beginning to like hot tubbing too.” Erika smiled.
When The two re-entered the house, Melinda, and Jordon had already left. Samantha and the Lavender ladies were already in their sleepwear. Taylor had changed into some sweats and was sitting at the table eating some ice cream.
Erika took her nightgown into the bathroom and changed.
“I've fixed you some ice cream.” Taylor gestured her to take a seat next to her.
“Thank you.”
“How long have you been drawing?” Taylor asked.
“For a long time.” Erika shrugged.
“You are very talented.”
“Thank you.” Erika blushed.
“Your style is very familiar.” Taylor posed.
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Taylor lowered her voice. “There was a kid that went to Washington High Last year that drew with a very similar style.”
Erika's heart began to flutter. She wrapped her mouth around a spoonful of ice cream to hide her discomfort.
“You may have heard of him. Everyone called him Eric the Plague, or just 'the plague'.”
“I may have heard something about him.” Erika felt her face flush and hoped that the heat from the hot tub was still causing her skin to be red to cover it.
“I was in art last year. Not his class, but I did see some of his work. It is uncanny how some styles seem to be universal.”
“Hello? Girlfriend, I am feeling ignored here.” Tricia called from the sofa.
“Hmmm.” Erika nodded as she finished the remains of her ice cream. She got up and took the bowl to the sink.
“Have you thought anymore about doing T-shirts for the school?” Taylor asked rising from the table.
“I've been a bit busy.” Erika admitted.
“Please give it some thought.” Taylor smiled. She walked over to Samantha. “I've got to get home it's late. I hope you had a good birthday.”
“I did. Thanks for coming, Taylor.”
Taylor nodded. She shot Erika a smile and walked out the door.
--o0o--
To be continued...
Part 42 By Anistasia Allread Not Edited Samantha turned down the music as they entered the city limits and parked in the gravel parking lot where their camp bus had parked. “It hasn't changed much.” Krystal noted. “It's a lot colder here than in Constitution. Tricia commented. “We're going to be late.” Samantha ushered them down the sidewalk. “You made appointments for us, right?” Krystal asked of Samantha. |
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Erika woke up in the small, delicate arms of Tricia. She smiled to herself and snuggled closer to her girlfriend.
Victoria moved from nearby. She put a shushing finger over her mouth and motioned that she was going to use the bathroom. Erika nodded slightly in aknowledgment.
She raised her head to look around the room at the sleeping bodies of her cabin mates/friends. The evening after the hot tubbing had wound down to stuffing their faces with snack foods and watching 'chick flicks'. One by one they pulled their covers up and snuggled into their pillows.
Victoria tip toed back into the room. “Samantha's parents are coming.” She jumped onto the sofa and pulled a blanket up around her.
A few moments later Samantha's parents entered. As her mother began cleaning up the snack foods, her father began pulling stuff out of the fridge and cupboards.
Soon the smell of bacon began permiating the great room. Stretches and groans began to eminate from the bundles of blankets scattered about the floor.
“Good morning girls.” Samantha's mom finally greeted. “Breakfast will be ready in just a few minutes. Wash up.”
The girls were soon sitting around a table laden with eggs, bacon, pancakes, orange juice and a bowl of sliced fruit.
“So what's on your adjenda today?” Samantha's father asked.
“We're going to the salon to get our hair done.” Samantha reminded. “I told you the other day.”
“I was just checking.” her father brought a few more pancakes over to the table.
“Okay, if you all want to shower you're going to have to make them short. Five minutes.” Samantha's mother explained, “Some of you can use our shower while the others can use Samantha's shower.”
--o0o--
The radio blasting, the girls singing and yelling above the music as they rolled down the highway. That was how Erika would remember the morning.
Samantha turned down the music as they entered the city limits and parked in the gravel parking lot where their camp bus had parked.
“It hasn't changed much.” Krystal noted.
“It's a lot colder here than in Constitution. Tricia commented.
“We're going to be late.” Samantha ushered them down the sidewalk.
“You made appointments for us, right?” Krystal asked of Samantha.
“Yes. He's expecting us.”
Krystal opened the door to the salon allowing Samantha and Erika to enter first. The sight of the salon brought a smile to her face, the smell brought back memories good and bad. Mostly good.
“Ah, my camp girls.” Sasha greeted with a big smile and open arms.
“Hello Sasha.” Samantha greeted.
“Hi Uncle Sasha.” Erika teased.
“Wow, look at you.” Sasha stepped back and took her in. “You're becoming a beautiful young lady.”
“Hopefully even more so with your help.” She blushed slightly.
“So who's hair am I doing and what are we doing?” Sasha asked.
“It's my birthday and I came to have you foil my hair.” Samantha smiled.
“I could use some help too.” Erika stated. “Tricia had to trim my bangs because I couldn't get up to see you.”
“I'm keeping my hair.” Victoria stated firmly, clutching at her long braid.
Sasha led them back to a corner of the salon. “I'm going to have you two get changed out of your tops and into a robe. I'll meet you back here.”
Samantha and Erika sat in salon chairs side by side, the light weight robe losely covering them. The other three sat in chairs near by.
Sasha came out of a back room with a tray of all kinds of things: bowls, brushes, combs and long foam things.
“Okay, while I put these foils in her hair, I want to hear about everything that has gone on since I last saw you.” He said this pointedly at Erika.
The girls all took turns telling details of the past few months. Of Them hiding Erika's identity from her parents, then from the school. Getting her involved with the Rally squad, the issues with boys, and with girls. Erika told him about how her father accepted her whole heartedly while her mother still gave her grief about it. She told him about seeing Dr. Barts and Dr. Lipdick as well as the tumor that they found.
Sasha could barely believe his ears hearing all of this. He nodded his head at some of the details, shook it disbelieving others. He looked surprised at hearing about the rally squad and shocked at her being homcoming princess.
“So what are you planning on doing about that thing in your head?” he asked.
“Everyone wants me to go through with the surgery.” Erika explained. All of her friends head's bobbed almost as one.
“And you don't?” Sasha asked.
“I don't want to go back to being a boy.” Erika explained.
“There are hormones that prevent that.”
“I know, Dr. Lipdick and I talked about that.” Erika assured.
“I told her that I'd rather her be a boy and living than a girl and dead.” Samantha told him.
“Sometimes Transgender people would see it the opposite, honey.” Sasha shook his head. “I've known a few who have commited suicide because they couldn't stand living as they were.”
Sasha pushed the bowls of chemicals aback away from the edge of the counter and turned Samantha to face the mirror, a pyramid of foils stacked upon her head. “What were you thinking of doing with your cut?” he asked.
“I kind of want a change.” Samantha smirked at herself in the mirror. “I don't want it short, but I'd like a change.”
“Hmmm.” Sasha looked at her in the mirror for a moment. “Okay, I know.” He then turned towards Erika. “I have something in mind for you too.”
“Oh?” Erika asked.
“How do you feel about curly hair?”
“I — ah — I don't know.” Erika looked to the others for advise.”
“What were you thinking?” Tricia asked.
“A loose perm.” Sasha stated.
“Not a poodle perm.” Victoria wanted to make sure.
“No, of course not.” something that will give her body and some big boucy curls.”
Erika looked to Tricia.
Tricia smiled and nodded.
“Okay Sasha.” Erika nodded. “I'm in your hands.”
“Great. Lets go wash you up.”
Sasha led her back to the shampoo area.
“So is the short blonde haired one, your girlfriend?” Sasha asked.
Erika reddened. “Yeah.”
“She's cute.” he smiled. “She needs to let me fix her hair, though.”
“She just got it all cut off a couple of weeks ago.” Erika stated.
“I can tell.” Sasha nodded. “So, how are you really doing?” he asked.
“Fine.” Erika said.
Sasha stopped shampooing and locked her gaze.
“I'm just scared about this thing in my head. I don't want to go back to being a boy.” She stated. “And I don't want everyone treating me like I have cancer or something.”
“Um, Honey.” Sasha made her look him in the eye. “You do have cancer.”
“I know, it's just....”
“You don't want them all treating you with kid gloves.”
Erika nodded the best she could with her neck in the bowl.
Back at the station, Sasha combed her hair out and then parted it off. He put a thin parting of hair between to thin pieces of paper and grabbed the foam thing off of the counter and wrapped it around the hair, rolling it all the way to the scalp where he bent the ends making it stay in place. With In minutes, he had her whole head covered with the foam rods. The ends sticking up made her look like Medusa causing jokes and giggles amongst the other girls.
Erika's head felt like it had gained ten pounds with all of the rollers in her hair. Cotton was tucked in around the edges and then Sasha began to methoticaly squirt each strange looking rod with a chemical.
“Ick that stinks.” Samantha made a face.
“This one does, the next one to go on won't.” Sasha promised.
As soon as all of her head was soaking in chemicals, He placed a plastic bag over the whole affair and then checked on Samantha's foils.
“You've got a cool head.” Sasha annouced. “And I don't mean in the groovy good way. I'm going to have to heat you up. Come with me.”
Sasha led Samantha over to a chair that had a strange halo looking device suspended above it. He flipped a switch and the halo glowed orange and began to revole and tilt around her head.
“Okay blonde, jump in the chair, you're next.” Sasha called to Tricia.
“I just got my hair cut.” She protested.
“I know, I need to fix it.” he stated. It won't take long and I won't take too much off.”
Tricia sat in the chair as Sasha threw a cape over her. He pulled out some scissors that looked like they had teeth along with a comb. He pushed the comb up through her hair and began working the scissor blades real fast on top of the comb. He then went over each section a few different times before moving on to the next. Bits of blonde hair flew and drifted all around Tricia as he worked. Finally he stood back, and raked his fingers through her hair. He scrubbed through it with the blow drier blowing the rest of the lose hairs to the floor then grabbed a jar of product. After rubbing it through his hands, he began to scrub and pull at Tricia's hair. A pinch here and a twist there and he stood back and looked at he in the mirror.
“Wow!” Tricia beamed. “That looks a whole lot better.”
“Let's see.” Victoria asked.
Tricia turned to them. Erika felt a flush of warmth wash over her and her groin became tight with excitement.
“Okay you are ready to be rinsed.” Sasha pointed to Erika. He turned to Samantha. Come on back you are about ready too.”
The two girls followed him back. Sasha rinsed Erika's hair for what seemed like forever. Her neck was getting tired with all of that weight on it.
“Stay right there and drip dry for a few minutes while I wash out Sam.”
“Samantha.” Samantha corrected.
“Hmm?” Sasha asked.
“I perfer Samantha over Sam.”
“Sorry.” Sasha acknoledged. He pulled the foils out of her hair and then leaned her back and shampooed her well. He wrapped her head in a towel like a turban and sent her back out to the front.
Sasha pulled a bottle out of his pocket and began applying the chemical to her still rolled hair. As soon as he was done, he began unrolling the foam, weird looking rods and tossing them into a box.
“I hope you like curls.” he smiled.
As long as they aren't poodle curls.” Erika shot back.
“They are looking very good.” he told her. “Now, you can not get your hair wet for the next three days.”
“Three days?”
Sasha nodded. He rinsed her hair and conditioned it before turbaning her head as well and leading her out front.
Sasha unfolded Erika's turban and used a large toothed comb to comb it out. “This is a curl definer,” He said rubbing a cream in his hands. You're going to want to scrunch this into your hair as soon as you get out of the shower.”
Erika nodded.
Sasha then began combing her hair into sections and cutting. He then misted her hair back down. “Okay you are to go under the dryer for a bit.”
Erika couldn't hear a thing as hot air whirled and blew around her head. Sasha was back to work on Samantha. She couldn't see what he was doing but she was growing nervous by the amount of hair hitting the floor.
He blow dried her hair using his hands to ruffle it up to give it volume. Taking his shears, he again started cutting on Samantha's hair. Blonde hair flew up in the air as he worked. Erika thoght of Edward Scissorhands as he worked on one side and then the other of Samantha's hair. He then rubbed something in his hands and began working it into her hair in similar fashion to Tricia's hair.
She couldn't hear what was being said, but she cold see Samantha's smile stretching across her face as well as those of her friends. Samantha got out of the chair, and wrapped her arms around Sasha in a big hug before boucing over to her friends.
Sasha meanwhile came to Erika's rescue and guided her back to the station. “This is a difusser.” he explained. “This is how you are going to want to dry your hair.” he went on to describe the different ways of holding the dryer, of using the cool shot button as well as product. He then showed her on her hair.
Erika stared in disbelief at herself in the mirror. Large and medium sized curls gave her such beautiful volume.
“You look ready for the red carpet.” Victoria commented.
“You look beautiful.” Krystal nodded.
“You look sexy.” Tricia agreed.
“It's getting late we need to be getting back before my parents start calling the cops.” Samantha stated.
Samantha and Erika paid Sasha for his wonderful work. Tricia tried to pay him something too.
“No. don't worry about it.” he stated. “It only took me a few moments and all I did was fix a few pieces.”
Tricia gave the stylist a big hug, which was followed by each of the other girls.
“Carefull going home.” Sasha waved. See you soon, I hope.”
To be continued....
Part 43 By Anistasia Allread edited by Edeyn "Hello?" she tried her voice. She didn't hear anything, but could feel a vibration in her throat. "Hello?" she tried again with the same results. "Can anyone hear me!" she called out, not hearing anything. Erika slumped to the ground. Her blouse was torn open in several places. She looked down and realized that she was naked from her belly button down. She stared in horror down at her male genitalia. |
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"Turn down the music," Erika called out over the noise, "My mom is calling."
Erika pushed the talk button and put the phone up to her ear just as Samantha turned the car radio down.
"Hi mom... yes... I'm with Samantha and the girls, we just had our hair done... well we were kind of planning on going to a Hallowe'en party... no... I promise... okay... okay... thank you, Mom. Bye."
"What was that about?" Tricia asked.
"My mom just wanted to know where I was and what I planned on doing this evening. And made me promise that I'd call later."
"So where are the parties tonight?" Victoria asked.
The girls all looked at one another, not knowing of any.
"No one knows of a party tonight?" Victoria asked.
They all shook their heads, 'no'.
"Should we go play tag at the cemetery?" Samantha asked, "Tell ghost stories and scare the bejeezus out of one another?"
"That could be fun," Krystal agreed, "I've got all kinds of ghost stories I can tell."
"I'll need to check in with my mom first," Tricia leaned forward in the car to be heard better.
"Call her," Samantha suggested.
"She'll want to see me in person. Can you swing by and let me check in with her for just a few minutes?"
"Sure," Samantha nodded.
Tricia leaned back and rested her head on Erika's shoulder. She took Erika's hand in one of hers and lightly stroked the back side with her thumb.
Erika felt a wave of warm comfort wash over her. She turned her head and kissed the top of Tricia's forehead before laying her head against the window and closing her eyes.
She pressed her face against the cool, smooth surface of the inset window and pounded on the door.
"Help!" she screamed, "Help!"
The twenty bodies inside sat like statues at their desks, their heads bent over what looked to be a test. Erika turned to see the two wolves stalking her. She could see the whites of their eyes. She turned and fled down the never-ending hallway.
"Leave me alone!" she cried, "Just leave me alone!"
The two behind her laughed maniacally.
She ran to another door, slamming up against it.
"Help!" she screamed.
She pounded on the door. The students in the class, not hearing her, read their text books.
"Please! Help me!"
The teacher in the class, Mr. Hatfield turned his head towards the door. However, instead of Mr. Hatfield's face, Gregg's face looked back at her with a large evil smile.
Erika screamed and jerked to a conscious state and startled all the girls in the car.
"Oh my god! Are you alright?" Samantha yelped as she corrected her steering.
"Are you okay?" Tricia was concerned.
"Just a bad dream," Erika confided.
"God, It must have been," Victoria commented, "Do you have them often?"
Erika nodded, "They have been getting better, but every once in a while I get one."
"What was it about?" Tricia asked.
"I'd rather not talk about it. It's stupid anyway."
"Not if it makes you scream like that?"
Erika stared out the window of the car, trying to forget the whole thing.
Tricia's hand held hers in a comforting embrace as she told Erika softly, "I love you."
"I love you, too," was Erika's slightly absent-minded response.
"Here drink this," Krystal said, handing Erika a bottle of water.
"For some reason it always helps me after a nightmare."
Erika took a long draw on the bottle before handing it back.
"Thanks."
"You sure you are alright?" Tricia asked.
Erika nodded, feeling a bit silly, "I'm just tired."
Erika closed her eyes as she lay her head against the window and twirled a finger through a curly lock.
Silence. No sound. There should be sound, shouldn't there? She was unable to move, paralyzed by some unknown force across her chest.
Shouldn't she hear screams, or cries of help? The roar of an engine, the sound of spinning tires... something? Her eyes felt heavy. Heavy and thick. It took all of her effort to open them. A gray, cloudy sky over head. How many shades of gray could a sky have?
Gray and silence. Slowly, using just her eyes, Erika looked around herself. Broken glass and torn pieces of metal littered her peripheral vision.
Shouldn't I be feeling pain? she thought, Shouldn't something hurt? Why is it so fucking quiet?
She closed her eyes, the effort of looking around was just too much for her to handle.
Nothing. She couldn't hear anything. Mentally, she began a check of her body. What can I feel? Her chest felt tight. There's something hard digging into a shoulder a little bit. She worked her mouth but couldn't hear anything coming from her throat, lips or tongue.
She slowly willed her eyes to open again. It was a bit easier this time. Again the gray sky met her gaze. Gray was such a nasty color. Was gray even really a color? Or was it just a shade of black or perhaps it was a shade of white?
Accident. Her mind focused. A car accident. Oh, god, I've got to get up and help the others.
Erika found herself standing in the middle of a road. Metal debris and glass covered the road in every direction. The rear of a car, it's wheels sticking up in the overcast sky like a pair of tombstones, was visible from the ditch.
"Tricia?" Erika's mouth worked forming the words, but nothing came out.
Feeling as light as air, Erika ran to what was left of the car. So much glass.
"Hello?" she called out.
At least she thought she did. She looked into the over turned car.
Only food wrappers, empty water bottles and glass were resting against the crumpled ceiling.
"Tricia! Samantha!" Erika chest heaved with the exertion of hollering.
Silence.
Erika turned one way and then the next looking up and down the road and ditch for bodies, praying that she'd find them but praying that she wouldn't.
The only things she saw was the wreckage of the accident.
Something tickled at her ear. She turned her head one way and then the next as the tickle began to intensify.
"Hello?" she tried her voice.
She didn't hear anything, but could feel a vibration in her throat.
"Hello?" she tried again with the same results.
The tickling became a a murmur. A murmur with a pulse.
"Can anyone hear me!" she called out, not hearing anything.
The murmur grew louder. It was music. Why would she being hearing music and not her own voice?
Erika slumped to the ground. Her blouse was torn open in several places. She looked down and realized that she was naked from her belly button down. She stared in horror down at her male genitalia.
It was definitely music. It sounded like a guitar with a heavy drum beat. It seemed to be coming from down the road. Erika got up and looked down the road, straining to see a car coming.
The music grew louder. It was a hard rock song. She had heard those guitar rifts before, but couldn't yet place the song.
A motorcycle rounded a corner, its engine drowned out by the song. Erika covered her groin with one hand the best she could and waved at the rider.
The song's lyrics were blaring now.
— You're on a highway to hell —
was screaming out,
— a highway to hell —
The rider, all in black, his face hidden by a dark visor, applied the brake and pulled to a stop right next to Erika.
A gloved hand lifted the visor, "Need a lift?"
Erika screamed as she jumped once again back to alertness. The last thing she saw was the face of Gregg smiling menacingly at her, his eyes drifting up and down her body.
"It's alright," Tricia soothed her rather loudly.
"Oh my god, you almost caused Samantha to have an accident!"
Erika's lungs filled with air and expelled it quickly.
"What is going on in that head of yours?" Victoria demanded, "You about gave me a heart attack."
"I... I... I'm sorry," Erika panted.
"What are you having nightmares about?" Tricia asked.
"We were in a car accident," Erika explained, "Only, no one was there except for me."
"You're all right now," Tricia said softly, soothing her further, "We are all fine. We are not going to have an accident. See, we're just entering Constitution now."
Erika swallowed hard and concentrated on stilling her fluttering heart. She took in a long, deep breath and let it out slowly.
They were about five minutes from Samantha's house.
"I'm awake now... aren't I?" she asked.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed.
"Just pinching you to let you know that you are here," Tricia took the pinched spot and kissed it.
Samantha pulled into Tricia's drive. The rest of the Columbine girls waited in the car as the blonde went in to 'touch base' with her mother.
She came out a few moments later carrying a bag of candy and a plate of cookies.
"My mom was in a baking mood," she explained as she climbed back into the car and handed the cookies out.
"Mmm," Victoria smiled, "Molasses cookies right out of the oven. Can't beat that."
"My grandmother's recipe," Tricia smiled.
Fifteen minutes later, Erika found herself in Samantha's bedroom with Tricia pulling on their costumes for the night's activities.
Erika slipped into the long silky gown. “Can you zip me up?” She asked turning to Tricia.
Tricia pulled the zipper up and tucked in the tag. Erika turned around feeling a bit exposed with the low cut front. The bodice pushed up what little cleavage she had.
“You look soooo cool.” Tricia bounced with glee.
“What are we going to do with my hair?” Erika asked. “I can't get it wet, so what ever we do I have to wear for the next few days.”
“I'm sure Samantha will think of something. You ready for makeup?”
Erika nodded and was led out of the bedroom and to the bathroom. They were met by a cloud of hairspray filling the room.
Tricia waved her hand to try and clear the sticky mist. Samantha's hair was standing out and spiking in all different directions.
“That is so cool.” Erika was awed. “How did you do that?”
“Most of it was Sasha.” Samantha confided. “I just back combed a bit here and there and added a bit of product and hair spray.”
“How long will you be with her makeup?” Samantha asked.
“About twenty minutes.”
“I'll be back to do her hair then.” Samantha ducked out of the room.
--o0o--
“I've got to get a picture.” Samantha's mom laughed. “You all are so adorable.”
The five girls stood around the kitchen island nibbling at snack foods left over from the night before.
Erika looked around at her friends
Samantha was made up like an early eighties glam rocker. Her new spiking haircut teased up and out. Thick glittery eye make up shiny metallic clothes with tall white latex boots.
Victoria was dressed as Rapunzel. She wore a medieval gown with billowing long sleeves, and long braid that wound down the front of her and looped around her shoulders twice before reaching to the back of her knees.
“Your hair isn't that long.” Erika noticed.
“I braided some extensions into the end of it.” Victoria replied.
Krystal looked amazing in her witch costume. Tricia had helped with her make up, gluing a fake, hooked nose to Krystal's, then using makeup to blend it to her face. If you didn't know her, you'd not know that it wasn't her real nose. Her witches hat was crumpled and looked as if she had worn it for years.
Tricia looked absolutely fantastic. Her short cropped hair stood straight up and had glittery silver gel on it's tips. Her face had been made up white while her eyes were surrounded with various blues and silver.
She wore a skimpy white dress with a short skirt, white tights and white fur lined boots.
Wings in the shape of snowflakes protruded from her back. It was one of the few times she didn't have any pink on.
“I love your ice princess outfit.” Krystal admired.
“I'm a snow fairy.” Tricia corrected.
Samantha looked at Erika's costume. “You're a medieval zombie, right?” she asked. Taking in Erika's red and black medieval gown with long abundant sleeves. Her hands and face had large red bumps and pustules that Tricia had created.
“No.” Erika rolled her eyes. “I'm Princess Joan.”
“Who?”
“Princess Joan. The English princess who while on her trip to meet her prince, died of the plague.”
“Okay girls. Get together.” Samantha's mom raised the camera and snapped a few pictures.
“Kind of an ironic costume isn't it?” Victoria snickered. “She's Princess Plague.”
The girls had a good laugh.
“Drive slow and be extra careful.” Samantha's father cautioned. “There are a lot of kids out there, they are excited and won't be thinking about traffic.”
“I will.” Samantha nodded.
--o0o--
to be continued...
Part 44 By Anistasia Allread “You should be quite grateful for having a mother that cares so much about you.” The officer told Erika. “There are a lot of kids out there who's mother could care less about what they do. At least yours cares.” |
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Thank God, Dad is coming home today. Erika hugged her pillow. She took a deep breath and squeezed her pillow as she squeezed another tear from her eyes. Pink Floyd played to drown out outside noises.
The time with her mother started off fine, but something snapped after Halloween. It was like her mother became possessed or something. She knew something like this was going to happen. Just knew it. She thought about calling her dad and telling him to come home early, but decided that interrupting his business trip would only hurt her cause in the long run.
So what if she hadn't called her mom 'on the dot' she was only an hour late getting home. Her mom didn't have to have such a cow. It wasn't like she was robbing a bank or doing drugs or anything. She was just having fun with her friends on Halloween.
The screaming match after she got home was enough that a neighbor called the police. Her mother was hysterical; foaming at the mouth as she screamed. More than a few dishes were broken by the time the cops showed up. Erika found herself quickly and quietly sequestered in the garage with one officer while another officer had her mother cornered in the living room. Erika's eyes looked like she was wearing a bandit's mask from the smeared mascara. The officer spoke to Erika in firm almost detached tones and through her sobs got Erika's side of the story.
The two officers then met in the middle of no man's land, the kitchen and discussed in low tones what they had gotten from each of them. The officer who had initially questioned her mother walked over to Erika.
“Do you feel safe enough to stay here tonight?” the officer asked
Erika was bewildered. “huh?”
“Your mother was pretty upset by your lack of consideration.” He stated. “I think she's calmed down a bit now. Do you feel safe enough to stay here and sleep in your own bed tonight? Or would you rather us take you someplace?”
'My lack of consideration?' Erika thought. “Uh, I guess I'll be alright here, officer.” Erika snuffed. Her dad was already going to have a conniption over this. If she went somewhere else for the night, he'd probably have a heart attack and where would that leave here? Alone with that woman for eternity.
Her lack of consideration? Was that what her mother was telling the cops? She wanted to tell the police that the real issue was that her mother was having issues with her transition. If dad was here, he'd have put mom in her place before this even started. Dad would be concerned with her being an hour late, but wouldn't blow it into world war three.
“You should be quite grateful for having a mother that cares so much about you.” The officer told Erika. “There are a lot of kids out there who's mother could care less about what they do. At least yours cares.”
Erika had to close her eyes so that he didn't see them roll and bite her tongue to keep from snapping back at the officer. 'Just get this done and over with' she thought to herself. 'Get them out of here so that daddy doesn't have even more to deal with when he gets home.' Erika just nodded.
“Okay, I'm going to go speak with your mother again.” he nodded and walked away.
The other officer who had spoken to her in the beginning came back. “How are you doing? Feeling any better?”
Erika nodded.
“Can I have your cell phone number?” the officer asked.
“What for?” Erika was suddenly wary.
“So that I can call you in a little while to make sure that you are doing alright.” he readied a pen. “We'll drive by in an hour or two to check on you too.”
Erika nodded and gave him her number.
“Here's my card.” The officer handed her a small card. “If you need our help again, just give us a call.”
“Thanks.” Erika nodded. She followed him back into the house. She and her mother both avoided looking at one another the avoidance was like a clear ice wall thrust between them. Erika climbed half way up the stairs as her mother showed the police out the front door. As soon as they had left her mother turned and stared daggers at her. Silent rage pierced her like an ice pick. Erika felt numb. What was wrong with her mother? Her mom's lips trembled as she spun away and stomped into the kitchen.
Erika heard things slamming around as she retreated to the safety of her bedroom and to the comfort of a shower.
--o0o--
Erika was partially awake when the door to her room was opened and the lights were flicked on.
“Get dressed, you have someone coming by to see you in half an hour.” her mother stated without emotion.
“Who?” Erika asked.
Her mother turned and walked briskly away.
Erika looked at her clock. It was late. It looked as if she had missed church. After last night maybe church was taken off the list of mother-daughter things. Erika stepped into the shower and carefully washed and warmed her body, being careful not to get her hair wet. Sasha said that a misting was fine, but not to stick her head under the shower spray.
'Who would be coming by to visit?” Erika wondered. 'Samantha and Tricia would have called. Could that policeman be stopping by to check in on her?' She bit her bottom lip as she pondered.
Out of the shower, Erika scrunched some product into her damp curls before standing in front of her closet.
“What to wear.” Erika wondered aloud. She had a couple of pairs of Capri as well as a pair of cords and two pair of jeans, but she really enjoyed wearing skirts. They felt so liberating and she felt a freedom of movement that jeans just didn't offer. Erika decided upon a long full circle skirt with lots of ruffles at the bottom. She paired it up with a nice button down, collared blouse. Erika twirled in front of the mirror and giggled as the skirt flared and spun around her legs.
She pulled on some bobby socks and slipped her feet into some flats as an after thought before heading down stairs.
She found her mother sitting at the dining room table clenching a hot mug of coffee in her hands. The stormy look on her face proved that this latest war wasn't over yet. Erika quietly smeared some cream cheese on a bagel and nibbled at it while leaning against the kitchen counter.
Her mother practically jumped out of her chair when the doorbell rang. Erika started to follow but the look from her mother froze her to her place.
She could hear her mother greeting someone in soft tones.
“Right this way. We were just finishing up breakfast, could I make you some thing?” her mother oozed sweetness.
“a cup of tea perhaps?”
Erika's mother entered the great room with a tall balding gray haired man following behind her.
“Erika this is Father David; Father this is. . . Erika.” her mother paused before saying her name.
Father Dave smiled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. “How are you?” He asked looking Erika up and down.
“Fine.” Erika managed. Why was her mother bringing a priest to the house? Who was this guy?
“Please have a seat.” Erika's mother invited as she began brewing some tea.
“Who is this?” Erika whispered.
“Father David. He's here to talk with you.”
“With me?”
Erika's mother nodded. “Go sit down and listen to what he has to say.” her mother hissed.
Erika's heart began to pound. This wasn't cool. Something was up. Every bone, every fiber in her body screamed for her to flee. Her brain kept flashing back to last night and the embarrassment of having the police called and how her father would feel about that when he got back.
“Your mother tells me that you have a medical condition.” Father David greeted as Erika sat opposite from him.
Erika nodded. “A brain tumor.”
“Do you get head aches from this tumor?” he asked.
“No.” Erika answered cautiously.
“Do you have hallucination? See things, perhaps hear things?”
“No. Why? Are you a doctor as well?” Erika asked.
“Eric!” Her mother snapped.
'Run!' her mind screamed, 'Run now!'
“No, I'm not a doctor, although I do have some training in that field.” Father David cold smile did little to reassure Erika. “I'm just trying to figure out why a nice young man would want to dress like a young woman.”
“So why exactly are you here?” Erika's stomach trembled. She swallowed hard to keep the contents where they were.
“Your mother has concerns over your well being.” Father David stated.
Erika's mother placed the tea in front of the man. Father David blew on it before taking a sip. “Perfect. Thank you.”
Erika fixed her mother with a hard gaze. “So my mom called you this morning because she is worried about my well being?”
Father David nodded. “I think that having concern for your soul is concern for your well being don't you?”
“I can't believe you!” Erika screamed. “You called a priest to lecture me on my sins?” Erika bolted to her feet.
“Sit down, Eric!” her mother screamed back.
“I can't believe this.” Erika glared at her mother. She charged towards the door.
Her mother's hand shot out like an iron hook to grab her by the arm. “Come back here!”
Erika jerked her arm free and sprinted out the door and down the side walk.
She didn't realize the cold even though she was chilled to the bone, her toes frozen her fingers numb. She didn't notice that she was wet even though her blouse clung to her skin, her curly hair stuck to her face, her shoes sloshed with each step. She didn't notice where she was walking to until she found herself standing in front of Tricia's door. She knock, but just stood there, fuming, humiliated and pissed.
The door opened.
“Erika?” Mrs. Pearson was surprised. “Erika are you alright? You are soaked to the bone. Come in hurry, lets get you dry.”
Erika numbly, silently followed Tricia's mom into the living room.
“What happened sweety?” She cooed.
“My mom and I had a fight last night.” Erika mumbled.
“Tricia!” Mrs. Pearson called. “Tricia, get my sweats out of the dryer and bring them here!” Tricia's mom unbuttoned Erika's blouse and peeled it off from her cold, wet body. “You are freezing.” She commented.
“Erika?” Tricia entered the room carrying the pink sweats.
“Take her into the bathroom, strip her out of these clothes and stick her in a hot shower.”
--o0o--
Erika sat curled up on the Pearson's sofa wrapped in a blanket sipping some tea. A concerned Tricia and her mother sat next to her as Erika explained, without giving too many humiliating details, of the previous night's battle and the morning's surprise.
“Have you called your father?” Mrs. Pearson asked.
“I don't want to interrupt his business trip.” Erika stated. “It's embarrassing enough that he has to come home to the story of the neighbors calling the cops on us.”
“I think he'd like to know.”
“I'll tell him when he gets home. Besides, I ran out without my cell phone. I don't have his number.”
“Well you can stay here until he returns.” Mrs. Pearson gave Erika a comforting smile.
--o0o--
Later that afternoon Mrs. Pearson drove Erika and Tricia over to Erika's house. Mrs. Pearson stood in the Foyer as Tricia and Erika ran upstairs to retrieve some clothes, her books and cell phone.
“Just think of it as we're giving you two a break.” Mrs. Pearson told Erika's mom. “Girls sometimes get over emotional and they butt head with their mothers. You both just need some cooling off time.”
“I just don't want her to be a bother.”
“She's no problem. If anything she keeps Tricia out of trouble.”
Erika saw her mom dissappear back into the kitchen as she and Tricia came down stairs with her duffle and small suit case.
--o0o--
On Tuesday Erika was called down to the office. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her mother waiting for her.
“What do you want?” Erika asked.
“I'm here to take you to your appointment with Dr. Barts.”
“I'm not going.”
“What do you mean? Your father and I pay good money for you to see her.”
“I'm not going until you go talk with her first.”
Erika watched as her mother's eyes blazed and her lips pressed into a stone hard line. She took a deep breath and let it out.
“You are going to Dr. Barts.” she stated flatly.
“No. not until dad gets back.” Erika stood her ground.
“Get in that car, now.”
Erika turned and walked out of the office. Instead of going towards the car however, she turned and returned to class.
After lunch, she got called to the nurses office.
“Dr. Barts called and wanted to speak with you.” The nurse held the phone out to Erika.
“Hello?”
“Erika?” It was Dr. Bart's voice
“Yes.”
“Are you alright?”
“Currently.” Erika stated. “Did my mom see you today?”
“Yes. She is very hurt and angry.”
“Good.” Erika wanted to spit. “I'm hurt and angry too.”
“I'm sure you are.” Dr. Barts agreed. “Will you come see me this afternoon?”
“I really don't want to talk to anyone until my dad gets back.” Erika explained.
“So you want to keep this bottled up for a few more days” it was a statement.
“I want to digest what happened and cool off before I talk.” Erika could feel her ire rising.
“I understand.” Erika could visualizing Dr. Barts' head nodding. “Can I convince you to return home?”
“I don't know.” Erika said truthfully.
“I've got your mom calmed down and she said she would leave you alone until after you two and your father came to see me.”
“Can I think about it?” Erika asked.
“Sure. I'm just trying to help smooth things over.”
“I need to get back to class.” Erika wanted off the phone.
“Call me if you need anything, Erika.”
“Thanks.” Erika handed the phone back to the nurse.
--o0o--
Erika hugged her pillow and buried her face into it to wipe away the tears. She turned and looked at her clock. Time was creeping at a snail's pace. Her dad was due home in an hour or so.
Mrs. Pearson and Tricia drove Erika back home this afternoon. She grabbed a soda from the fridge and locked herself in her room. She turned on some Pink Floyd and fell into her bed.
'God, I'd wish Dad never left.'
--o0o--
to be continued...
Part 45 By Anistasia Allread “Oooh, are you going to kiss too?” Greg commented. “Come on, I could use some good lesbian fantasies about now.” “Go to hell, Greg.” Samantha growled. |
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Erika washed the breakfast plates and placed them in the dishwasher. “What time is mom coming home?”
“Her plane comes in this evening.” Mr. Martin sipped at his coffee. “Do you want to meet her at the airport?”
“I — I don't know.” Erika bit her lower lip with uncertainty.
“That's fair.”
“Do you think she'll accept me now?” Erika twisted her hands behind her back.
“I don't know. She says she is ready to.” he shook his head. “I sure hope she is. . . I miss her.”
Erika couldn't help agreeing. It had been two weeks since her father had come home. The wreckage from the argument that followed her dad's arrival from his business trip was still visible in the house physically, as well as in her father's face. Erika could tell that he loved her mother very much, but was having a hard time with her not accepting their child as she wished to be accepted.
While her mother was gone, Erika tried to fill some of her mother's shoes. She made sure that the dishes were washed each evening and vacuumed the house every other day. On top of her homework and cheer practice, it made for very long days. Laundry, she found, was a major chore.
“When do you need to know if I'm going?”
“After school is fine.”
“Okay. Are you going to work today?”
“Working from home.”
“Could you rotate laundry for me?” Erika asked.
“Uh. . . I guess so. I'm not very good at that kind of thing. Your mother won't let me do laundry, cuz I've ruined a few of her blouses.”
“Oh.” Erika sighed, “I guess I can do it after I get home.”
“Just tell me what to do.” Mr. Martin said seeing her disappointment.
“Could you just hang everything up?”
“Wet?”
“Yes.” I'll take care of the rest of it when I get home.”
“Okay, I don't think I can mess that up too badly.”
A horn honked out in the driveway.
Erika kissed her father on forehead, grabbed her duffel and went out to climb into Samantha's car.
“How are you feeling?” Samantha yelled over the Lady Gaga song “Your mom comes home today, doesn't she?”
“Yes.”
Samantha was quiet as she concentrated on pulling out of the driveway. “So what do you think is going to happen between your dad and her?”
“I don't know.” Erika yelled over the music and shrugged her shoulders.
She still wasn't sure how she felt about her mother coming back. Part of her longed for her mom, another part dreaded the awkwardness and tension that had built up between all three of them. It seemed that her family was being ripped apart by this whole thing. She liked being Erika, but was her family's sadness worth it? She could switch schools, cut off her hair and pull out her old wardrobe and go back to being Eric. If she did that her mother wouldn't have anything to complain about, her father and her mother could stop fighting and there wouldn't be anymore resentment anywhere. Or would there. As Eric, she would resent her mother, her father, her life. . . her self.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Samantha said between songs.
“Just trying to figure out my purpose in life.”
“That's easy.” Samantha smiled. “Have babies and pass on your knowledge to them. That's all there is to it.”
Erika rolled her eyes as they pulled up in front of Tricia's house.
Tricia climbed into the back and fastened her seat belt. “I'm glad you came to school today.” she told Erika.
“Why wouldn't she?” Samantha asked.
“Because of all of the stuff going on today with her mom coming home and stuff.”
“I'd think she would want to be anywhere but home.” Samantha stated. She turned to Erika. “If you would like, you can hide out at my place tonight.”
“Uh, thanks.” Erika didn't know what to think of that.
“Anyone know what they are doing for Thanksgiving?” Tricia inquired.
“My family goes up to their cabin every year and either play in the snow or hang out by the fireplace.” Samantha explained.
“Erika?” Tricia prompted.
Erika shrugged. “I don't know yet.” She didn't even know if they were still planning on having a thanksgiving this year. Would her family still be intact? Or would she and her father be eating Thanksgiving dinner at the Diner?
Samantha parked the car and the three got out into the semi frozen world and carefully made their way across the slick parking lot to the warmth and security of the school.
“Hey Erika.”
“Hi Julian.” Erika greeted absently.
“Swim season is starting up pretty soon. You said that you were a pretty good swimmer, I was hoping you would try out.”
“I'll have to think about it.”
“What about the dive team?” Tricia asked.
“Yeah, they are going to start tryouts as soon as we get back from Thanksgiving break.”
“Cool. Where do I get the info on that?” Tricia asked.
“Stop by the pool. Stan has already started working out and getting ready. You any good?”
“I hold my own.” Tricia smiled.
“She's got an aerodynamic hair cut for it.” Pete smiled as he walked by.
“Hey!” Tricia stuck her tongue out at him.
“I like your hair.” Erika told her.
“Thank you.”
--o0o--
Mrs. Anderson had the class reading Midsummers Night dream. She picked random students to read different parts during different scenes. After certain lines were read, she would stop reading and have the class discuss the stanzas, what they meant and why Shakespeare chose certain words or terms. She however, was lost in her own thoughts.
This whole brain tumor thing seemed to be the root of everyone's issues. Her mom felt it was why she wanted to be a girl. Her principal wouldn't let her participate in Cheer. All of her friends seemed paranoid of her slipping, tripping or falling, let alone getting hit in the head in case something might happen — as if the tumor would burst. If she were to go along with the surgery and get it taken out, then maybe she could then convince her mother that it wasn't the tumor all along. The down side would be that she'd have to take hormone blockers and later replacements. Tricia had suggested that she call Leeza and talk to her. She could do that tonight or tomorrow. See if the drugs were as bad as she was making them out to be in her head. First things first, she had to see her mother and see if she still had a family.
The bell rang ending class.
“Ms. Summers?” Mrs. Anderson called.
“Yes?” Erika looked up from gathering her books.
Mrs. Anderson beckoned her to the front of the class. “Erika are you okay?” she asked. “You've seemed a bit distracted lately.”
“I have a lot of stuff going on at home and stuff.” Erika sighed.
“What kind of stuff?” her teacher seemed genuinely concerned.
“My parent's aren't getting along and I have to try and resolve what I'm going to do about this. . . . “ She tapped at her skull with a long manicured finger nail, “tumor.”
“Do you need someone to talk too?” Mrs. Anderson asked.
“I've already been speaking to my shrink, my Endocrinologist, my dad, and my friends.” she gave her a weak smile. “I just have to work it out myself.”
“I understand that you are going through a lot right now, but I want you to try to spend a little more time in my class paying attention to what we are studying.”
“Yes, Mrs. Anderson.”
“We have a test on the first act in three days. It's important that you do well.”
“Okay.”
“Alright, I'm done torturing you. Have a better rest of the day.”
“Thanks Mrs. Anderson.” Erika picked up her purse and headed to the commons for lunch.
“What did Mrs. Anderson want?” Krystal asked stepping in beside her as they walked.
“Just checking to see if I'm all right. Apparently I've been distracted lately.”
“Just a little.” Krystal's words dripped with sarcasm.
“Sorry.”
“What for?” Krystal asked.
“For seeming distant and needy.”
“Uh, Erika. You are going through a lot of shit right now. You have the right to seem distant and needy.”
Erika stopped in the middle of the hall and threw her arms around her friend giving her a big hug. “Thank you she whispered in her ear. You are the best.”
Krystal was a bit shocked by the sudden movement, but then wrapped her arms around her friend and gave her a long hard squeeze. Erika unwrapped her self and straightened he top, and continued their walk to lunch.
“You're late.” Samantha told them.
“Mrs. Anderson wanted to see me.”
“What about?” Victoria inquired.
“My not paying attention in class.”
“Oh.”
“I got you a salad.” Tricia pointed at the plate next to hers.
“Thank you, love.” Erika smiled. She put her books down on the edge of the table. “I've got an announcement.”
The table gathered with her friends all looked at her expectantly.
“I've decided to go ahead with the surgery.”
“Woohoo!” Tricia smiled.
“Thank God.” Samantha sighed. “Maybe we can get you back on the squad before we go to completion.”
“Why did you decide that now?” Victoria inquired.
“I figure it would be one less thing for my mother to fight with me about. Once it's out; she won't be able to use it as an excuse - “ She looked around the table spotting friends who didn't know her secret. “ - for me. . . acting strangely.” Would that be enough for the others not to guess what was going on?
Tricia was out of her seat and wrapping her arms around Erika, hugging her so tight it almost hurt, but it felt so good.
“Oooh, are you going to kiss too?” Greg commented. “Come on, I could use some good lesbian fantasies about now.”
“Go to hell, Greg.” Samantha growled.
Tricia's hands found Erika's face and guided their lips to meet in a long, loving embrace. She pulled back and smiled at Erika, “I love you.” she then turned to Greg. “Go jerk off to that, inbred swine.”
--o0o--
Erika waved goodbye to Samantha and entered her house. “Dad?”
“In here.”
Erika dropped her duffel and stood in her father's dens doorway.
“How was your day?”
“Exhausting.”
Her dad looked up from his computer to meet her eyes.
“Dad, I've decided to go through with the surgery.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Erika nodded. Her dark curls bounced around her face.
“Absolutely positive?”
“Yes. It's causing too many problems for too many people. I figure it I get it out it will solve a whole lot of issues.”
Her father stood up and came to the door. He put his hands lightly on her shoulders. “Are you sure this is what You want to do?”
Erika nodded, “Yes.”
Her father pulled her to his chest and gave her a hug. “I'll call Dr. Lipdick right now.”
“It can wait until tomorrow.” Erika shrugged.
“Nope. This is important. I'll start the ball rolling now.” he said sitting down and picking up his phone.
Erika went into the kitchen, grabbed a banana, picked up her duffel and went up to her bedroom. Inside, she dropped her duffel and plopped down on her bed to relax and contemplate the evening's plans.
A knock at her door woke her.
“You have an appointment tomorrow with the surgeon.”
“Already?”
Her father nodded. “Dr. Lipdick and the surgeon both felt that this was an immediate concern.”
“Okay.” Erika sighed.
“Have you decided what you wanted to do tonight?”
“Would you want me there? Or would you rather have some alone time with mom, first?” Erika asked.
“I think it would be good for you to be there.” he smiled.
“Then I'll start getting ready.”
“I'm really glad that you decided to go ahead with the surgery.” he said from the doorway.
“Even if it means that I might have to go back to being a boy?”
“I don't care what you decide that you are. I love you and I want you to be happy. You can't be too happy if you have a tumor in your head that prevents you from leading a full and healthy life.”
Erika thought on that.
“Son or daughter, you are mine, and I'm proud of what you have accomplished.” her father smiled and closed the door behind him.
Tears flowed from Erika's eyes. That was the sweetest thing he had said to her in a very long time. Erika quickened her steps into her bathroom to grab a tissue to daub at her eyes before her makeup was ruined any further.
To be continued. . .
Part 46 By Anistasia Allread “Any moment now.” Mr. Martin told Erika as he stood up. Erika pushed herself to her feet and smoothed down the royal blue, sweater dress she was wearing. Her palms began to sweat with nervousness as she followed her father's lead and ambled to a column about thirty feet from the exit of the security gate. “Here she comes.” her father said. |
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P&P 46
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Erika sat nervously outside the Arrivals security check point. Her father seemed so calm, so reserved and pulled together. The only thing that gave him away was a quick glance from his magazine to the clock across the waiting area.
The plane had just landed and was going through the tedious process of taxiing up to the gate. Another roar and window rattling shook the building as a jet sped past at full throttle getting to take off speed.
Erika tried not to think back to the events that happened two weeks ago, but the more she tried to 'not' think about it, the more they needled themselves into her thoughts.
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She had laid in bed her thoughts sour. Her stomach sour. Her whole being sour. She lay there listening for her dad to come home. Hoping for his arrival yet dreading his arrival. She was just plain miserable.
When she heard his truck drive up and park she sat upright in bed and listened, straining to hear his foot steps, wanting to make sure that it was indeed him.
“I'm home!” he announced from the front door.
Silence.
“Hello? Where are my girls?” he asked puzzled.
Erika took in a deep breath to call down to him.
“We need to talk about your child .” Erika heard her mother call from the living room in a pinched voice. The voice that she used when something was bothering her and you really didn't want to know what it was.
Erika jumped up out of bed and started down the stairs. “She had a priest over to interrogate me.” Erika snapped.
Erika watched as her father's gaze snapped up to meet hers, then snap back to where her mother was sitting.
“She has been out of control, gallivanting off at night with those delinquents she calls friends.”
“I was an hour late.” Erika yelled at her mother.
The fight escalated with Erika making her way down stairs, while her mother rose from her seat. They stood on either side of Mr. Martin accusing and pointing the finger at one another.
At one point, her father had to actually pull the two of them apart.
“You are an embarrassment.” her mother shouted.
“You are a cold hearted bitch, I hate you!” Erika screamed back.
“Up stairs, now!” he ordered Erika. “I'll deal with you in a minute.” he growled.
Erika's heart pounded, adrenaline raced through her veins, her face was hot with rage as she forced herself to retreat to her bedroom. Her body shook with un-vented anger. She buried her face in a pillow and screamed. She took a deep breath and screamed again, and again. Tears flowed freely, her face was red with emotion. She threw the pillow across her room as hard as she could and fell onto her bed.
“You promised me that you would keep religion out of this.” Erika could hear disappointment and anger in her father's voice.
Erika put on her headphones and cranked up her stereo to drown out the argument below.
A while later, her father opened her door. Erika unplugged her music and stared at her father. He looked like someone had just hit him in the gut, wrecked his truck, killed his puppy and told him that he had one week to l.
“Why didn't you call your mother when you were past your curfew?”
“My phone battery was dead.” Erika hugged a pillow to her stomach.
“Why didn't you use a friend's phone?”
“I didn't think it was that big a deal.”
A slamming of a closet door sounded from downstairs.
“What is she doing?” Erika asked, not sure she wanted to hear the answer.
“She is leaving.” His voice was hollow and dead sounding.
“Where too? For how long?”
“She's going to her mother's. I don't know how long.” he looked like he was about to cry.
Tears ran unheeded down Erika's cheeks. Her eyes burned. It hurt so much to see her dad in this much pain.
“She has a lot of things to think about.”
“Is she coming back?” Erika was suddenly worried about her family.
“I. . . I don't know.” he hung his head. “I hope so.”
“I'm sorry daddy.” Erika sobbed. “I'm sorry I didn't call. I didn't know it would cause all of this.”
The front door slammed shut. The house was silent except the quiet shuddering breaths of her father, and the snuffing of her nose. Erika wiped her eyes on the corner of her pillow and heard her mother's car start and pull out of the drive way.
“She's driving to Grandma's?”
“She's going to her friend's house tonight and flying tomorrow morning.”
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Erika's stomach felt queezy just thinking about the whole thing. She wondered if time away would help or hinder their relationship.
“Any moment now.” Mr. Martin told Erika as he stood up.
Erika pushed herself to her feet and smoothed down the royal blue, sweater dress she was wearing. Her palms began to sweat with nervousness as she followed her father's lead and ambled to a column about thirty feet from the exit of the security gate.
“Here she comes.” her father said.
Erika looked up and bit her lip, anxious at the homecoming. She saw her mother wearing jeans, and a puffy white winter coat, pulled a suitcase behind her. Her mom's face looked nearly as anxious as her own felt. When she spotted the two of them she smiled and waved. Something was different about her, but Erika was too preoccupied to notice exactly what.
“Welcome home.” Mr. Martin said wrapping her in a hug and tentatively kissing her.
“You look cute.” She said appraising Erika standing nervously beside her father. Her mother wrapped her in a hug.
Her mother called her cute. She was taken aback by the compliment. Maybe her mother did have a change of heart.
“I love you momma.” Erika could feel tears burning her eyes. “I'm so sorry about some of the things I said.”
“I'm sorry too.” her mother spoke softly. She gave Erika a firmer squeeze then pulled back.
“You cut your hair.” Erika realized.
Mrs. Martin's fingers touched her tresses. “I did.” she nodded.
“Let's have a look.” Erika's dad stated.
Erika's mother slowly turned around to model her new look for them.
“Looks good.” her father smiled as her mother finished her rotation. “How was your flight?”
“You know me. Once I get a drink or two in me, I can deal with speeding through the air in an aluminum tube.” Mrs. Martin
The three began walking to the car, an uneasy, uncertain silence fell between them.
“How is school?” Mrs. Martin inquired.
“Same. . . nothing new.”
“I suppose the house is a wreck.”
“Erika has done very well at keeping up on the house work.” Mr. Martin defended. “. . . It's only partially a wreck.”
“We're out of laundry soap.” Erika commented as they climbed into the back seat of the truck, “. . . and peanutbutter.”
“I suppose there are pizza boxes stacked up in the garage.”
“We only ordered pizza one night.” Mr. Martin lifted his chin defiantly.
Mrs. Martin eyed the two with disbelief.
“We'll pick up your car tomorrow morning.” Erika's dad told his wife.
“Grandma says she I proud of your grades.” Mrs. Martin stated.
“Did you tell her about. . . you know?”
Mrs. Martin nodded. “She's says she can't wait to see you when she comes for Christmas.”
“She's coming for Christmas?” Erika couldn't believe her ears. Her Grandmother hated to fly worse than her mother did. They hadn't seen her in three years. The last time is when they flew to see her.
“She also said that she wants pictures.”
“I decided to have surgery.” Erika blurted out, getting the weight of the decision off from her chest.
“You did?”
“Yes.” Erika affirmed sheepishly.
“She has an appointment with the surgeon tomorrow.” her father pulled out of the parking structure and started down the road.
Erika's grandmother knew the big secret now and was excited to see her at Christmas. What would her grandmother say? How would she act? Would she accept her? It sounded like she was already accepting her. Erika's mind started to whirl around the possibilities not only with her grandmother, but also with her mother.
It was late when her father pulled the truck into the driveway and shut off the engine. Erika entered the house ahead of her parents and wearily climbed the stairs to her room.
Home. They were all home, together. There were still some unspoken things between them that needed to be worked out, and she didn't know if it would feel 'right' for a while, but they were all where they needed to be, under the same roof.
Erika carefully hung her dress back up. It was still clean and could be worn to school in the morning. It would look cute with her leggings and new boots. Since Samantha had her license, it was easier to plan outfits now that she didn't have to walk to and from school.
She slipped into her nightgown, brushed her teeth and snuggled into bed. The parental units, she decided would need time to mend their hurts.
A knock sounded at her door.
“Yes?”
Her mother entered her room. “You are going to bed without saying good night?”
“Sorry. I was trying to give you and dad some time alone.”
She nodded. “I'm glad to hear that you decided to have the surgery.”
It was Erika's turn to nod.
“I just want to let you know that I love you, Erika. I'm not thrilled with this change you have made, but I will try harder to not . . . . over re-act.”
“I missed you mom.” Erika's body felt warm with a wave of relief and love.
“I've missed you too.” her mother planted a kiss on her forehead and retreated from the room. “Good night.”
Erika grabbed her phone and sent out a text. : Home :
Tricia : How did it go?”
Erika : a bit weird, but okay.
Samantha : How are you?
Erika : Fine.
Tricia : Your mom?”
Erika : She's going to try.
Samantha : Is your mom still going nuts?
Erika : No. She's trying to be understanding.
Tricia : What did she say?
Erika : She isn't happy with my decision, but will try to not over react.
Samantha : Did you tell her that you are going to have surgery?
Erika: Yes.
Samantha: You should have told her that you are going to have breast implants.
Erika: lol
Tricia : I'm glad you are all home safe
Erika : Love you.
Tricia : Love you too. Night.
Erika : Sweet dreams.
Samantha : See you tomorrow.
Erika : ok
Erika turned off her lamp and snuggled into her blankets.
--o0o--
To be continued. . .
Part 47 By Anistasia Allread “What's the matter?” Erika's mother asked as they got into the car. “I don't want to go through puberty.” she said. “I was told that I could take blockers to keep from growing chest hair or my voice changing.” “Are you sure you don't want to try things out as a boy again?” her mother asked without any malice in her voice. |
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“That soon?” Erika was shocked.
“I think it would be best.” the Neurosurgeon Dr. Varbozo nodded.
“That's like, next week.” Erika was stunned. She never expected to have to have the surgery that soon.
“You can have an extra week off for Thanksgiving.” Dr. Varbozo smiled. “Dr. Lipdick said that felt that your case warrented expedition. I have to agree with him. Brain tumors can be sneaky little things.”
“How long will she need to recover?” Mrs. Martin asked.
“Even though this is brain surgery. It's not too invasive. As long as she stays in good health and doesn't develop infection. A week to ten days post-op.”
“How long will she need to be kept in the hospital?” Mrs. Martin asked Dr. Varbozo
“We'll keep her in ICU for observation for a couple of days. It's just a formality, but when ever we operate on a heart or brain, we like to keep a close watch on our patients. After a day or so, and she is showing good recovery signs, we'll move her to med/surg room where she will stay another day or so, then you can take her home.”
“How long until I can get back on the cheer squad?” Erika asked.
“That will have to depend upon your recovery. Three weeks maybe at the soonest?” Dr. Varbozo smiled.
When will we start to see the results of the tumor being removed?” Mrs. Martin asked.
“The body will be in a bit of shock from the surgery, but it won't be too long before the brain will start to work at a more normal level.”
“What about hormone blockers?” Erika asked. “Dr. Lipdick said that I could take hormone blockers to prevent me from going through male puberty.
“I'll let you work that out with Dr. Lipdick, Erika, but for the first month or so after surgery, I advise that your body heal its self. We need to run some tests and make sure that surgery was successful, so I recommend that you hold off on taking your hormone blockers until we can see a posative result of our work.”
“But I don't want to go through male puberty.” Erika whined. “I'm trying to transition, and the more testosterone I produce the harder it will be for me to reverse if at all, when I start my HRT.”
“I'm sorry.” Dr. Varbozo stated, “But we need to make sure that the surgery was successful. It will only be a month or two.” he looked from Erika to her mother then back. “You'll have to talk this over with Dr. Lipdick.”
Erika was suddenly scared. Maybe she should call the whole surgery thing off. Everything that she has been working for could be undone with this surgery.
“Will she need to be awake during the surgery?” Mrs. Martin inquired.
“No. she will be sedated. Because we are going through her sinus cavity, we will have a very direct route to the tumor. We won't be disrupting very much brain tissue at all.”
“I won't lose my memory or forget how to talk or walk will I?” Erika asked. Her mind was still very much on the hormone issue, but coming out of surgery a vegetable was always a fear.
“The likelyhood of anything like that happening is almost nil.” Dr. Varbozo assured. He wrote something down in a file and smiled up at the two of them. “I'll have you go see my receptionist and we will schedule you for the day after Thanksgiving. Okay?”
Erika was numb.
“Okay. Then I'll also have you see our Anesthisiologist to go through his questions.” Dr. Varbozo stood up and escorted them out to his receptionist and bid them farewell.
“What's the matter?” Erika's mother asked as they got into the car.
“I don't want to go through puberty.” she said. “I was told that I could take blockers to keep from growing chest hair or my voice changing.”
“Are you sure you don't want to try things out as a boy again?” her mother asked without any malice in her voice.
“Don't start that again mom.”
“I was just asking.” She stated, “I'm sure Dr. Varbozo will let you take the blockers in a short while.”
“I hope so. I really don't want to go through that kind of puberty.”
“After I talked to your grandmother about what you are doing, she said she wanted new family pictures, so I'll be making an appointment to have them done in the next few days.”
“What did she say when you told her?” Erika asked uncertain if she really wanted to know.
“She had a lot of questions.” her mother told her. “A lot of questions that I didn't have the answers to.”
“She didn't freak?”
“She is concerned.”
“Concerned?”
“Like me, she is concerned for your safety as well as your future.”
“What about my safety?” Erika asked.
“If the wrong people find out about your. . . . change. They could hurt you physically as well as mentaly.”
“I'm well aware of what they could do.” Erika grumbled. “I've lived with it for the past couple of years as 'The Plague'.”
“They could also do things to your father and to me.” her mother stated.
“What could they do to you?” Erika asked.
“There are lunatics who could slash our tires, humiliate us in public, not allow us to shop at their stores. . . . People out there have been run off the road for just being gay, imagine what could happen if they found out that you were a boy? . . . Your father could lose his job, They might even fire bomb our house.”
“Where are you getting these ideas?” Erika was horrified.
“They are all over the place, in the news, on the net. As sophisticated as we, as a nation, like to think of our selves, we are slobbering buffoons.”
“Well, as a boy, I have already experienced a lot of those things, Mom. I don't want to experience them again, but I can and have handled them in the past.”
Her mother was quiet for a long minute. “I don't know if I can, Erika.” I have friends here in this community. I have a life here. It's bad enough that I haven't told them what has been happening. They have been questioning, but I have been vague with what is going on. . . . This isn't easy for me.”
“Why would Dad, lose his job because of me changing genders?”
“People in high places of power can have strange ideas, or phobias. If they feel that your father is an immoral person because his biological son wants to change gender, then they could make up a reason to be rid of him.
“That's just stupid.” Erika scoffed.
“It doesn't matter if it is stupid or not. It is how our society is, and a possablity of can happen.” her mother stated. “Your father loves you very much. He will do anything for you, even if it would cost him his job, his livelyhood.”
“Does Dad's boss know?” Erika asked.
“Not that I know of. . . yet. But, like with me, people are starting to ask questions, and I'm not sure what to tell them.”
“Your son is a fairie cross dresser isn't much to brag about, huh.” Erika stated.
“I love you, Eric.” she used his real name, “I just don't know how to handle this .”
“One day at a time, like me.” Erika sighed.
“Anyway,” her mother went on, “Your grandmother says since you are choosing this path that she wants pictures of her granddaughter to replace the pictures of her lost grandson.”
“I didn't die.”
“In a way you have. I had a son for fifteen years. Your grandmother had a grandson for fifteen years, now we have to change everything to having a new daughter, a new grand daughter. It's not just how we think of you or treat you, it is also pictures of you, how we talk about you to friends and family who have already known you as a boy. It's not like we can just tell them, 'My son decided that he is a girl'. People just don't understand that.”
“Where are we going?” Erika asked.
“Well, since your school is about to let out for the day, I thought we would stop and get some groceries. The cupboards are bare.”
“I need to go to cheer practice.” Erika reminded.
“I'll drop you off on the way home.”
“But I can't miss practice, they are starting to get ready for competition.”
“You'll be missing quite a lot of practice in the next few weeks.”
“I know.” Erika's voice dropped in sadness.
“If you are going to be a girl, then you'll need to learn to shop.” her mom parked the car.
“Is this something I have to learn right now?”
“I need to get groceries and I don't want to be driving back and forth all day. This is on the way to your school and then I can go home.”
“Fine.” Erika got out of the car. She grabbed a cart as they entered the store and began following her mom around.
“Store's are set up to psychologically make you buy.” her mother told her. “Have you ever noticed that most stores put their produce up front where you enter?”
Erika nodded.
“The bright colors and freshness entice you to buy food items that you don't always eat.” She lectured. “Look how the bakery is situated near the check out.”
Erika followed her gaze.
“The smell fills the store making you hungry. But is stronger near the end of your shopping visit. You've been smelling the fresh baked bread or cinnamon rolls for so long that by the time you are ready to leave, you decide to add those to your cart.”
“And I need to know this, why?” Erika rolled her eyes.
“So you don't over pay at the grocery store.” her mom told her. “Oh, and never go shopping when you are hungry. That is one of the most important rules.”
“Because?”
“When you are hungry, all food sounds good so you end up buying more than you planned on.”
She followed her mom down to the end of one of the isles.
“See the big sign on this end display?” her mom asked.
“Yes.”
“This looks like a good sale, doesn't it.”
“I guess.”
“Well, it isn't. This is the normal price, but because of it's location and the big sign, people think it is on sale.”
“That's sneaky.”
Her mother froze in place. “Quick, lets go down this isle.”
“Why?”
“I just saw Cathy.”
“Who?”
“Cathy, from the neighborhood.”
“So.”
“So, she knows you as the little boy who played with her daughter, Stephanie.”
“The creepy cat lady?” Erika asked.
“She isn't creepy.”
“She's got like forty cats.” Erika stated. “That is creepy.”
“Is that you, Nancy Martin?” Cathy smiled as she came down the isle.
“Oh, Hi.” Erika's mom greeted.
“Hello. It has been a long time since we have seen one another. I'd almost think that you are avoiding me.”
“Don't be silly, Cathy.” Erika's mom said, “We've just been busy.”
“I haven't seen your son around since last spring. Stephanie says that he was seen at the mall last September. I guess someone pulled a prank and pushed him into a fountain? What has he been up too?” She asked.
Erika blanched at the reminder of the fountain day.
“He's staying with his grandmother right now.” Erika's mother lied. “Have you met my, um, my niece?”
Cathy looked past Erika's mother and looked her up and down. “Heavens, this is your niece?” she asked in disbelief. “I'd have thought she was your younger sister. My she looks a lot like Eric, but so beautiful. Hi, I'm the Nancy's neighbor, Cathy.”
“Pleased to meet you, Cathy.” Erika dipped a small curtsy like Tricia had taught her. “My name is Erika Summers.”
“Oh, another Eric like name. Does it get confusing keeping the two of you straight?” She asked.
“Sometimes.” Erika assured her with honesty.
“Are you staying with your Aunt Nancy?”
“Yes, for the school year. My parents are going through some stuff.” Erika couldn't believe she had just lied like that. What was her mother going to think?
“I should introduce you to my daughter Stephanie.” Cathy smiled. “You two could do some scrap booking together.”
Scrap booking? Really? Erika thought. Then she realized who Stephanie was. Erika choked back a groan, and forced a smile.
“It was nice seeing you Cathy.” Erika's mom smiled. “We have a lot to do and little time to do it in.”
“Of course, of course.” Cathy grinned. “I've got to get some Fri skies for my Charles. He is just so picky about what he eats. You know how cats are.”
Erika waved and turned away to keep from embarrassing herself and her mother. Stephanie was a girl that was too weird for anyone to pick on. She wore handmade dresses with ruffles that usually had cats or kittens somewhere included in it's design. She wore her long dark hair in two braids that she pinned up in a circle on the back of her head and usually had her nose in book. If it wasn't books by long dead authors such as Dickens it was cheesy romance. She was in a world of her own, very much like her mothers.
“Oh, she is just strange.” Erika's mother muttered after they had turned into a different isle.
“Creepy.” Erika stated.
“Okay, Creepy. I don't remember her being that creepy before.”
“Oh it has gotten a lot worse after her husband left them.”
Erika's mother shuddered.
“Don't you dare make me go scrap booking with Stephanie.” Erika warned. “I've worked hard to get out of 'the plague' stigma. I don't need to get thrown back into it by being seen with Stephanie.”
“I don't know, Scrap booking would be something you could do while you are recovering in the hospital.” Her mother grinned.
“I'm going to be too busy playing on my computer, watching unlimited cable, and sleeping.” Erika gave her mother a stern look.
“Oh, look here.” Erika's mother pointed to a display of food items. See what the sign says?”
“Three for five.” Erika stated.
“So how much are they apiece?”
“I don't know.”
“Precisely.” her mother smiled. “Most shoppers are too lazy to do the math in their head, so they think they are getting a sale, when In actuality they are paying more.” her mother stated. “Three for five means that each item is a dollar sixty-six each.” She peeled the sales sticker up revealing a price label underneath.
“Mom, what are you doing?” Erika hissed.
“Look.” her mother stepped back to allow Erika to look. “The original price is a dollar fifty, so this sale means that you are paying eleven cents more per item.”
“Its only eleven cents, mom.” Erika rolled her eyes.
“Those eleven cents add up to twenty to thirty dollars by the time you leave the store.”
Erika was surprised. “that much?”
“How do you think I can afford some of my clothes or getting my hair done?” She smiled. “I save here in the store and use that money for extras.”
“So how do you know if something is really a sale or not?”
“After shopping for a while you tend to remember what prices things are and you go from there.
“Can we hurry up? I'd like to get to practice.” Erika sighed.
“Okay, okay.” her mother nodded.
--o0o--
“There you are.” Tricia greeted her as she entered the gym.
“Why are you here?” Erika asked.
“I want to be with you.” Tricia's hand found the back of Erika's nape and pulled her lips to her for a kiss.
“I'm just trying to learn the new routines and painting signs for this weeks game.”
“I know.” Tricia smiled. “have you checked your email lately?”
“No, Why?”
“Matt, from camp is coming with his school's team to be at this game.”
“Yeah?”
Tricia nodded. “I think he wants to get together after the game. I think he still has a crush on you.”
“Great.” Erika rolled her eyes.
“How did the Doctor's appointment go?”
“The surgeon wants to do surgery the day after Thanksgiving.”
“That soon?”
Erika nodded.
“Hi Erika?” Taylor greeted, a bit winded from dancing.
“Hi.”
“I've got a bunch of paper and poster boards over in the corner there for you.” She took a deep breath. “I figured you can watch us as we learn this new dance.”
“Thanks. Is it okay if Tricia helps?”
“Sure.”
“I've got a date for surgery.” Erika blurted out.
“Oh?” Taylor raised an eyebrow.
“Thanksgiving weekend.”
“How long will you be out?”
“They say it'll be a couple of weeks to a month before I can dance. Is that okay?”
“We'll see how fast you can learn the routine.” She bit her bottom lip. “It doesn't leave a whole lot of time.”
“I'll understand if I can't do it.” Erika voice cracked a bit.
Taylor stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Erika. “I'm just glad you are going to be getting better.”
“Thanks.”
Erika and Tricia went to work on the posters. Erika roughed in a design and Tricia colored in the stuff that needed color.
“You sure you don't know 'the Plague', Eric Martin?” Taylor asked standing over the two of them.
Erika nearly jumped out of her skin.
To be continued. . .
Part 48 By Anistasia Allread “Gross, it's be like changing with a guy, leering at you.” Ashlee agreed. “Wait until you see her at lunch, prancing around as if she owned the school.” |
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P&P 48
“I keep hearing about this guy, 'the plague', who is he?” Tricia asked, acting dumb. “You've heard about him too haven't you, Erika?”
“I have heard people talk about him. Does he go to this school?” Erika asked.
“He did last year.” Taylor nodded. “He was pretty much a loser. Stayed to himself, quiet, clumsy, kind of like a quiet more emo version of Stephanie. He was a great artist though. His style is very similar to yours.” Taylor remarked. “Yours seems more happy though.”
“Well, I'm glad to hear that. . . I think.” Erika bit her lip.
“Oh well. It was just an observation.” Taylor seemed to get her mind back on track. “The posters are looking really good Erika.” She turned to Tricia. “Thank you for helping out.”
“Not a problem.” Tricia smiled.
Taylor smiled, flipped her hair over her shoulder as she spun and went back to dance practice.
“That was close.” Erika sighed heavily.
“We need to figure out a way to deflect these 'plague' questions.” Tricia's brow furrowed in thought.
“My mother and I were spotted by a neighbor at the store the other day.” Erika told her friend.
“What happened? Did she recognize you?”
“My mother told her that I was Eric's cousin.” Erika grinned.
“And she bought it?” Tricia asked.
“She remarked upon how much the two of us look alike, but didn't question it.”
Tricia looked at Erika in deep thought.
“Of course she is Stephanie Harold's mother.” Erika added.
“You mean 'creepy Stephanie'?” Tricia asked.
“That's not very nice.” Erika looked stern. Her hard face then lightened up to a smile. “But yes, that is who.”
“Is her mother just as creepy?”
“Creepier.”
Tricia smiled and looked off into space for a moment. “It could work.”
“What?” Erika asked.
“When pushed to answer for you being Eric,” Tricia clarified, “You just tell them that the two of you are cousins.”
“It sounds a bit week doesn't it?” Erika asked.
Tricia shrugged. “Who's going to counter it?”
Erika shrugged. “I don't know.”
“What are they going to do? Ask you to drop your panties and prove it?”
Erika looked at her friend in shock. The two then burst into giggles.
--o0o--
“How about this?” Erika asked walking from her room to her mother's.
Her mother looked her up and down. “That's very nice too.” She smiled. “So have the last four outfits you have shown me.”
“Well, I want to look nice for our family pictures.” Erika stated. “Which one do you think looks the best?”
“I think that the royal blue sweater with the denim skirt looked nice.”
“What about the leopard print skirt and black top?” Erika asked.
“Well, most pictures are taken of our faces and black doesn't bring out your eyes,and it shows off a little too much cleavage, besides the skirt screams sexy which isn't exactly what you'd want in a family picture.”
“I guess you are right.” Erika pad back into her room and laid out the outfit for tomorrow's pictures.
“I can't get you to see Sasha tomorrow, but I did get you in to see a stylist, then we are getting our makeup done before posing for the pictures.” her mother called down the hall at her.
“Should I wear this to school tomorrow then? Or change when we get there?”
“I think it would be alright to wear to school as long as you're careful.”
Erika finished her homework and got on line. She couldn't believe how backed up her email had become.
Hey Erika,
Matt here. We're coming in to your town to play your high school in football. I was just wondering if we can get together or something. I'd love to show you what I have written on my story.
Toss me a text or something,
Matt.
Erika, Long time no hear from. How is life treating you as a girl? Things here suck right now. Derek and I had a big fight. I don't know what came over me. I said some pretty rotten things. God, I hope he'll come back so that I can apologize. Crap, now I'm rambling on.
So how are you and Tricia doing? How about you and your parents? Why do boys have to be so stupid? It was just . . . . oh forget it.
Should I call his mom and talk to her? She might understand won't she? Erika, what do I do?
Dani
Dude, are you not speaking to us now that you are a cheerleader and all? I hope you haven't blown your cover and all. Just dropping you a line to let you know that I'm not dead or anything.
Rachel
Eric Martin,
Did you know that you can get Viagra through the mail? You can, and it is as easy as clicking on the link below to take you to this wonderful uplifting site. We promise you anonymity in mailing your order to you
Hello Miss Erika.
How is school going? Everything here is going well....... well, better than well. I finally met a guy and guess what? He's taller than me. It's amazing isn't it? He plays basketball for out school. He says, get this. “He likes not having to hurt his back, bending over to kiss his girlfriend”. Isn't that so sweet?
I haven't seen much of Dani lately. She seems busy with her boyfriend. I think I'll ask her is she wants to go out on a double date.
How are things with your love life?
Hope to hear from you soon.
Katie.
Erika,
Sorry I went off on you like that. Derek and I had a sit down and talked through things. I didn't have to talk to his mom. I have the most wonderful guy ever! . . . . . all thanks to you. We both miss you and hope to see you next summer.
Sorry to have bothered you.
Dani
Erika wrote out a few brief replies to her friends and deleted the adds from her mailbox before going to bed.
--o0o--
Erika smoothed down her skirt, and turned in front of the mirror. She had never worn dressy heels like this to school before. She admired her strong shapely legs encased comfortably in nylons. She didn't feel right not wearing any makeup with this outfit so she put on just a touch of foundation and then did some extra bit of eyeshadow to make her eyes pop even more. A light coat of lip gloss and she carefully made her way down stairs.
“Don't you look pretty.” her father greeted.
Erika beamed with his appraise. “Will it be okay for our family pictures?” she asked.
“I'd say so.” Mr. Martin nodded.
“Mom spoke to me how important it is for us to show me as a normal girl so that questions won't get you fired.”
“She said what?”
Erika gave him a brief run down of the conversation she had with her mother the other day.
“It is a possibility.” her father nodded, “But that is not something your mother should be speaking to you about.”
“But daddy, if I'm to be a real girl, then I need to be thinking about how I act reflects upon you. Don't I?”
“Not in that manner.” her father sighed. “You going to eat?”
“Just a bit of juice and a piece of toast, I've got to watch my figure.”
Mr. Martin rolled his eyes. He shook his head and went back to his paper.
“Good morning.” Mrs. Martin greeted entering the kitchen in her bathrobe.
“Morning.” Erika greeted.
“Honey when is your crazy Aunt Carrie coming in?”
“She isn't crazy.” her father corrected. “She comes in tomorrow night. I'll be picking her up at the airport.”
“Can I go?” Erika asked.
“I don't see why not.”
The sound of a horn out front alerted Erika to Samantha's presence.
“Gotta go.”
“I'll be picking you up form school this afternoon.” Erika's mother instructed.
“Yes mom.”
Erika zipped her jacket up and grabbed her duffel bag.
“We need to look into getting you a popper coat while we are out today.”
“What is wrong with this?” Erika stopped at the door.
“It's a jacket. You need something to wear when dressed up.” her mother explained.
“What ever.” Erika waved to her father and left the house.
“Wow, you look nice.” Samantha noticed.
“We are getting family pictures done today.” Erika explained.
“Did you bring a pair of flats or tennis shoes?” Samantha pulled out of the drive.
“No.”
Samantha sighed.
“What?” Erika asked.
“You'll find out soon enough.”
“Find out what?”
“How long it takes before your feet start to hurt.”
The two girls stopped by Tricia's house and picked her up before going to school.
“Whoa, what is the occasion?” Tricia asked as they got out of the car.
“Family pictures this afternoon.”
“You look fantastic.” Tricia smiled.
Tricia took Erika's free hand in hers as they walked through the parking lot towards the school. Erika squeezed Tricia's hand three times. Tricia responded likewise.
“Nice top.” Ashlee commented.
“Thanks.” Erika beamed.
Whistles and cat calls followed them as they walked hand in hand down the hall.
“Damn, Erika!” Stan looked her up and down. “You're looking fine today.”
“And She's all mine.” Tricia gave him a toothy grin.
“Can I watch?” Greg snickered in passing.
“Ignore the Neanderthal, Erika.” Tricia spoke louder than needed. “His knuckles dragging on the ground interrupts his thought process.”
Tricia waited for Erika to put her stuff into her locker, then pulled her close for an intimate kiss. “Damn, you look good.” She said releasing her girlfriend. “See you at lunch.”
Erika found herself without a friend in the crowded hallway. She took her books from her locker and started to make her way down the hall. Walking in the shoes and tight skirt wasn't the most comfortable idea that she had had lately.
Erika made her way to class to more whistles. She set down her books and made her way to the bathroom. Sure she looked good but getting through all of these layers just to go pee was an issue that boys never had to deal with.
Erika had just sat upon the toilet when a few girls entered the room.
“Did you see Erika Summers, and her dyke Tricia this morning?” Ashlee giggled.
“Not yet, why?” another girl asked.
“Well, Erika's dressed like some kind of ho and Tricia was all over her like a rutting dog.”
“Seriously?” the girl asked.
“Erika is wearing stiletto heels and a short skirt. Her top is is so low cut that I'd be embarrassed walking down the hall next to her.” Ashlee stated.
Erika stifled a gasp and looked down at her chest. Her top wasn't that low. Her mother would not have allowed her to consider it for the picture if it had been.
“I'm surprised they allow her on the cheer squad.” the second girl put in. “Would you want to change in the same dressing room with her let alone dance with her? You've seen the moves that they do with one another.”
“Gross, it's be like changing with a guy, leering at you.” Ashlee agreed. “Wait until you see her at lunch, prancing around as if she owned the school.”
The two girls grabbed their books and left the bathroom. Erika sat on the toilet, shocked at what she had just witnessed. She didn't look like a whore. She simply dressed nice for the day. She looked no different from any other girl she had seen dress up. Why would Ashlee be so mean? Ashlee was the one who complimented her on her top this morning.
Erika quickly finished her business in the bathroom as the bell rang. She washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. The only difference she had made today was that she wore her shadow a bit heavier and wore a more tailored skirt and of course the heels. It wasn't like she was wearing a mini skirt and tube top.
Erika wet a paper towel and put it up to her face. Should she take the makeup off at least? She turned her face one way and then another. No. there was nothing wrong with her makeup. She tossed the towel in the trash and walked to her classroom. The only sound was the light clicking of her heels echoing up and down the hall.
“You're late.” her teacher stated the obvious as she entered the class.
“Sorry. I had to use the ladies room.” Erika explained taking her seat.
The teacher went on with the instruction. Erika wrote a quick note and passed it to Krystal.
Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?
Krystal wrote on it and passed back.
No, you look very nice today, why?
Erika: Ashlee and another girl said I looked like a ho.
Krystal: Ashlee is the ho. She is probably jealous of the attention that you are getting. Why are you dressed up anyway?
Erika: family pics today. I didn't want to change in the studio
Krystal: well you look great.
“Ms. Summers.” her instructor caught her attention.
“Yes?” Erika asked, blushing.
“See me after class.”
Erika nodded.
“If I see another note passed, I'll have you read it to the class.” the teacher warned.
Krystal and Erika both blushed as the rest of the class giggled and made comments.
After class, Erika went up to see her teacher. “You wanted to see me?” she asked.
“You have been a distraction today.”
“Sorry.” Erika apologized.
“First you are late then you make an entrance, then I catch you and Krysta passing notes.”
“I'm sorry,” Erika apologized again. “What was so important that you had to interrupt my class?”
“I over heard someone say that I looked like a whore today.” Erika winced.
“Well, they are probably just jealous, you look very nice today.” her teacher stated. “I had a hard time competing with you for the attention of the male half of the class. Try and tone it down just a bit please.”
Erika nodded.
“Alright, off with you.” Her teacher shooed her towards the door. “And no more passing notes.”
Erika nodded a promise and escaped into the busy hall with her books.
Part 49 By Anistasia Allread “So what is Aunt Carrie like?” Erika asked her father as he pulled into the parking structure at the airport. “I haven't seen her in a very long time.” he stated distracted by trying to find a parking space. “She was banished from my families gatherings.” “Were you banished too?” Erika asked. “We don't go to them either.” |
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“Hey Erika.” Julian greeted. “You look nice today, what's the occasion?”
“Family pictures.” Erika flashed him a smile.
“Have you given any further thought to Swim team?” It would be great to see you on the team.
“I am concentrating on one thing at a time.” Erika shrugged. “I have my surgery this weekend. After that, I'll have to see how things go.”
“Cool. I hope it all goes well.” Julian waved and caught up with Stan down the hallway.
At lunch, Erika joined her friends at the table.
“Wishing for flats yet?” Samantha asked.
“No, not yet. We do a lot of sitting in class, so it isn't that bad.” Erika shrugged as she dug into her salad.
“Maybe it's because you made her wear heels most of the summer.” Victoria suggested to Samantha.
“You made her wear heels during the summer?” Taylor asked joining them.
“At camp.” Victoria explained. “Erika's never worn heels before this last summer so Samantha had her wear them at every opportunity.”
“They were wedged sandals.” Samantha defended, “Not stilettos like she's wearing today.”
“They aren't stilettos” Tricia corrected. She turned to Erika, “Of course, I could get you some stilettos, if you'd like.” She grinned big.”
“Maybe I could wear them on special occasions.” Erika flirted back.
“Are you going to have a pre-surgery party?” Krystal asked.
“A what?”
“A pre-surgery party.” Krystal restated.
“I have surgery the morning after Thanksgiving.” Erika informed them. “There really isn't much time for a party.”
“So tonight will be the last time I see you before you go under the knife?” Krystal looked horrified.
Erika nodded, “I guess so. It's not like I'm going to be gone for a month or something. I'd like you to visit in the hospital.” Erika took them all in a sweeping gaze around the table.
“Ooooh! I wonder if they'll let us have a party at the hospital.” Samantha perked up.
“I'll be in the Intensive Care Unit for the first day or two, but after that, they might.” Erika smiled.
“I was told that if you as, you can be put in the kids part of the hospital. They have video games and Wii there for the kids to play.” Victoria added.
“I think if I'm well enough to play Wii, then I'm well enough to go home.” Erika snickered.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Victoria grinned.
“So what's this I hear about you sleeping with the entire football team, Erika?” Greg heckled as he walked by.
Erika went white with fear and dread.
“With all of them except you, Greg.” Samantha called back. “You were too tiny to even find, even with the lights on.”
Erika cracked a smile and then joined all of the girls laughing at the expense of Greg.
“Lighten up, Erika.” Taylor told her. “You freeze up so easily.”
“It is something we've been working on all summer.” Victoria explained, “along with walking in heels.”
--o0o--
Erika smoothed her skirt as she slid into her mother's car.
“How was your day?” Mrs. Martin asked.
“Okay.” Erika shrugged.
“I forgot to warn you to take a pair of sneakers or flats for when your feet get sore and tired.”
“I do a lot of sitting in school.” Erika explained. “They don't hurt hardly at all.”
“Good, because we have some walking to do when we get to the mall.” Mrs. Martin pulled out of the school parking lot. “We've got to find you a better coat, and then get your hair and makeup done. We'll meet your father at the studio then after the pictures we'll get some dinner.”
“Whoa, is there time to do all of that?” Erika asked.
“You're with a professional shopper now.” her mother grinned.
“I don't know, Samantha is pretty darn good.” Erika cautioned.
A few minutes later, Erika followed her mother into Macy's.
“What you need is a dress coat.” her mother explained. So it needs to hit you about the knees, to protect your dresses and keep you warm. Wool is best. Most are black but I've read that the latest fashion trend for coats right now is red.”
“Where did you hear that?” Erika asked.
“From a fashion magazine and a show I watched on T.V. the other night.” her mother countered.
The two entered the racks upon racks of coats. “Grab three that you like. I'll do the same.” her mother instructed. “I'll meet you back by the dressing rooms.”
Half an hour later Erika and her mother walked out of Macy's. Erika had a red wool dress coat in a plastic bag, draped over her shoulder.
“I told you I was a professional.” Mrs. Martin smiled.
“I'd hate to see you and Samantha in a shopping contest.” Erika smirked.
Erika's mother took her to a salon where they brushed out her hair and curled it with a curling iron. After spraying it, the stylist then broke the curls open with her fingers and placed them perfectly before spraying the whole thing in place.
They then returned to Macy's where Erika was placed on a high stool and a woman in a white lab coat attacked her face with brushes of every shape size and texture.
Erika looked into the pro offered mirror and wondered who the pretty girl looking at her was.
“That's me?” Erika asked in awe.
“You are beautiful.” the makeup artist smiled. “You are so lucky, usually only guys have eyelashes as long and thick as yours.”
Erika blushed a thank you. She turned to her mother, “Do I look alright?” she asked.
“You look beautiful.” her mother smiled as she received the last bit of her makeup. She glanced at her watch, “We need to hurry. We have to meet your father at the studio.”
The artist put the last bit of gloss on her mother's lips and the two walked as quickly as they could to the car.
“Wow, you two look incredible.” Erika's father greeted as they entered the waiting room of the studio.
“Thank you.” They both smiled.
“Are you sure you want me in this picture? I think I might break the camera being next to such beauties.” her father stopped and looked at her funny. He then cocked his head and pursed his lips as he looked at her from a different angle.
“What?” Erika asked. “What is it?”
“Something isn't quite right.” her father continued to scrutinize her features.
“What?” Erika's heart started to pound as she looked for a mirror.
“Oh I know what it is.” her father's showed that he had come to a conclusion.
“What?” Erika demanded.
“You're missing something?”
Erika looked quizzically at her father. Her makeup was flawless, her hair in beautiful large waves and curls, her outfit was still clean and fresh looking despite having worn it to school. She didn't even have a snag in her nylons.
Erika looked from her legs back up to her dad to see him holding something out in his hand. “I think this will finish it off.” he smiled.
Erika caught her breath as she saw the diamond pendent hanging from a delicate gold chain, dangling from her father's hand.
“Is that?” She was breathless. “Is that what I think it is?” She looked from the pendant to her father then to her mother who smiled and then back to her father.
“Happy. . . . uh. . . . Happy Thanksgiving?” he smiled.
“Oh, Daddy, it's beautiful.” Erika held the diamond in her fingers to get a better look.
“Oh you're calling me daddy again?” he teased.
Erika threw her arms around her father's neck and gave him a big hug. “You'll always be my daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”
“Well, let's finish off your get up.” he stated after she released him. “Turn around.”
Erika turned her back to him and gently lifted her hair out of the way as her father draped the necklace around her neck and fastened it in back.
“Lets have a look see.”
Erika took a step forward and turned around to face her father. Tears welled in her eyes and her cheeks hurt from smiling.
“Hey now, You can't start crying now, we have pictures do take.” her mother grabbed a tissue and handed it to her.
Erika lightly dabbed at her eyes until she could see without seeing prisms and sparkles.
“Martin family?” a woman poked her head through a heavy black curtain.
“That's us.” her father greeted.
“Come on back.” she motioned.
Half an hour later, Erika was actually tired of smiling and had a bit of trouble seeing with all of the floaters from the flash hanging in her vision.
“Lets eat.” Mr. Martin announced as they left the studio. “What are you two hungry for?”
--o0o--
“So what is Aunt Carrie like?” Erika asked her father as he pulled into the parking structure at the airport.
“I haven't seen her in a very long time.” he stated distracted by trying to find a parking space. “She was banished from my families gatherings.”
“Were you banished too?” Erika asked. “We don't go to them either.”
“I choose not to go to them.” He pulled into a spot. He parked the car and turned to his daughter. “My family are a bunch of closed minded people who don't accept anyone who thinks different from themselves. They like to stay in their tiny little world with it's narrow little rules. I don't want to expose my family to that kind of people.”
“Is that why we never go to see your mom and dad and they always have to come to visit us?” Erika asked.
Her father nodded. “That way we can see them on our terms so that they don't pollute my family's thoughts.”
Erika got out of the car and smoothed down her skirt, and fastened her coat over her blouse.
“You wear skirts a lot.” her father commented.
“Is that wrong?” She blushed.
“No.” he shook his head. “Just making an observation.”
“Well.” She walked along side of him. Her heels clicked lightly and echoed in the parking structure, “At first is was to make sure everyone thought of me as a girl. But I like the way that they feel. They give me a freedom that you can't experience wearing pants. I also like how they feel around my legs.” she explained. “Longer loose skirts like this, lightly brush against my calf and shin as I walk where the shorter tighter skirts rub against my thighs in a way that feels. . . . well, it just feels right.”
“What about wearing hose and heels?” he asked as they entered the arrivals gate.
“Nylons are wonderful. They feel so. . . . well, nice. . . It's like they give you a feeling of security . . . It's hard to explain.”
“Mmmm.” her father listened to her.
“And as for the heels? Well, they are kind of a pain. Especially at first; they are kind of hard to get used to walking in. But they make your legs look good, force you to have better posture and they look very cute.” Erika blushed at the admittance.
“I'll have to take your word for it.” her father smiled.
“You could always try it sometime Daddy.” Erika couldn't believe what she was talking about with her father.
“I'd rather enjoy looking at women in skirts than wear them.” her dad chuckled. He looked from Erika to the security area behind Erika. “Here she comes.” he waved.
Erika turned to see a rather large woman waving back. She looks like a guy in a dress, Erika thought, suddenly scared of meeting this large woman. Oh my God, I don't want to live my life looking like a guy in a dress. Erika's heart pounded.
“Oh, John, it is so good to see you.” Aunt Carrie strolled forward in her large chunky shoes.
“Aunt Carrie.” Her dad opened his arms to her.
Erika watched as Aunt Carrie, towering over her father, wrapped him in a warm embrace.
“I have missed you so much.” Her dad hugged the woman back.
Erika took a deep breath and tried to calm her heart.
“Aunt Carrie, I'd like you meet my daughter, Erika.” her father released his Aunt and turned towards Erika.
“This is Erika?” her Aunt exclaimed. She looked Erika up and down and smiled. “You are even more beautiful than your father led me to believe.” Aunt Carrie stepped forward.
Erika looked up into the face of her aunt. A bit of stubble showed through her heavily applied makeup. Her gray, permed hair was thin and looked to be receding. Large jewelry adorning her neck and ears was a fairly decent attempt to camouflage her large features. Part of Erika wanted to turn and run away. Run home and hide in her room. Then her aunt's eyes met hers; met her gaze with so much love, There was something else In her eyes too. A kind of measurement. A look of please accept me, this is who I am.
Erika's heart ached with sadness, compassion and a sudden need to give this person not only acceptance, but love.
“Thank you for coming Aunt Carrie.” Erika wrapped her arms around her aunt and gave her a long tight hug. “Thank you.”
--o0o--
to be continued. . .
Part 50 By Anistasia Allread “This is a don't ask, don't tell situation.” Aunt Carrie stated. “I'm only giving you some information, the rest is up to you. If anyone asks, you didn't hear any of this from me.” She gave Erika a penetrating look. Erika nodded. |
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Erika finished putting on her face. She sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her boots on over her tights and zipped them up over her calf. She stood up and spent a couple of seconds getting used to balancing on the heel before heading down stairs to where the smell of bacon and eggs was being emitted.
“Good morning, Sunshine.” Aunt Carrie greeted, standing over the stove watching the eggs.
“Good morning.” Erika greeted. “You're up early.”
“I'm one of those disgusting morning people.” Carrie smiled.
“Ick.” Erika made a face.
“One of the things you'll learn is that the older you get, the less sleep you seem to need.” Carrie flipped the egg and turned to grab some toast that the toaster just popped up. “How do you like your eggs?”
“I don't eat breakfast.” Erika stated.
“Well, this morning you do.” Carrie told her. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Didn't your parents tell you that?”
“Over and over again.” Erika sighed.
“Well they're right. Sit your cute little butt down and I'll bring you something to eat.
“I really don't have time.” Erika protested.
“Well, You are going to make time today.” Carrie placed her hand on her hip.
“Mom?” Erika looked to her mother sipping her tea.
“Don't look at me.” her mother shrugged, “She made me do the same thing.”
Stunned, Erika looked back and forth between her mother and her aunt before plopping down in a chair. “Samantha's going to be here in just a few minutes.” Erika explained.
“She can come in and eat something too.” Carrie placed a plate down in front of Erika.
The smell of bacon filled her nostrils stopping any further protest. Erika tore into her breakfast, partially out of hunger and partially out of a need to get done before her ride arrived.
“Slow down.” Carrie demanded. “You're eating like a half starved wolf-boy. You are a young lady and young ladies need to eat in a civilized fashion.”
The Horn from Samantha's car sounded.
“That's Samantha.” Erika began to get up from her chair with her mouth full of food.
“Sit right back down there, young lady.” Carrie ordered. “I'll go invite her.” The large woman moved towards the door.
“I'm beginning to like her.” Erika's mother smirked at Erika.
Erika rolled her eyes and worked on chewing the food in her mouth. She had planned on preparing Samantha for her Aunt's appearance. As wonderful as she was, she was pretty difficult not to notice.
“Thank you.” Samantha came in. “Oooh it smells great.”
“It'll just take a moment.” Carrie told her.
“Hi Erika.” Samantha greeted. “Mrs. Martin.” She acknowledged her friend's mother.
“I'm sorry.” Erika said around the bacon that she was still chewing on.
“What ever for?” Samantha asked. “for a good breakfast? You know, Erika, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
“So I hear.” Erika groaned.
“How do you like your eggs, Samantha dear?”
“I'm not picky.” Samantha took a seat next to Erika. “Leeza is coming into town tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Tricia didn't tell you?”
“No.”
“Well, you've had a lot on your mind lately. She probably didn't want to over load you.”
“Butter on your toast, Hon?” Carrie asked from the kitchen.
“Please.” Samantha smiled.
Erika slipped out her cell and texted Tricia to let her know that they were going to be late.
“Is Leeza a friend?” Carrie asked.
“Tricia's older sister.” Erika stated.
“She was born a guy too.” Samantha stated.
“Another sister.” Carrie nodded. “This town seems to have more than it's share. I wonder if it is in the water?”
“Here you go, Dear.” Carrie placed a plate in front of Samantha before taking a seat next to the blonde girl.
“What about picking up Tricia and getting to school?” Erika asked.
“We've got time.” Samantha placed a bite into he mouth. “Mmm Carrie, you can cook for me anytime.”
“I'm glad you like it.” Carrie's massive hands patted Samantha's.
--o0o--
Tricia slipped into the car. “God it's cold out there.”
“I'm glad my mom insisted on buying me this coat.” Erika agreed.
“So what is she like?” Tricia asked.
“She is wonderful, Tricia.” Samantha blurted out.
“She is definitely crazy.” Erika added.
“Oh?” Tricia asked.
“I don't think she's crazy.” Samantha sounded offended. “She had me come in for some breakfast. Eggs, bacon and toast. It was delicious.”
“Next time come get me first.” Tricia complained. “All I had was oatmeal.”
“You didn't tell me Leeza was coming in tonight.” Erika looked at her girlfriend.
“I did too. I told you a week or two ago that Leeza was coming for Thanksgiving.”
“You did?”
Tricia nodded.
“Oh, well how long is she staying for?”
“She goes back on Monday. She wanted to take me shopping on Black Friday, but that is when you are going in for surgery.”
“So?”
“So, I want to be with you.” Tricia reached out a hand and gently tugged a dark curl.
“I won't be awake until later in the evening or the next day.” Erika explained.
“You can be so dense sometimes, Erika.” Tricia sounded cross. “I love you and am worried about you. I want to be with you.”
“I love you too.” Erika relaxed. Tricia had a way of making her relax. She was like her own personal brand of marijuana.
“Samantha?” Tricia asked.
“What?”
“Is Washington's swim team any good?”
“It took second in the state last year.”
“How about it's diving team?”
“I'm not sure. Why?”
“I'm thinking about trying out for diving.”
“Really?” Erika sounded excited.
Tricia nodded.
“We cheer at the swim meets don't we?” Erika asked Samantha.
“We don't exactly cheer, but we do go and help out the team.”
“Cool.”
--o0o--
Erika waited just inside the front doors to the school. The morning had been very cold. A thick layer of frost still covered many of the shadier areas. The sun was out and shining, but it did very little to warm up the brisk air blowing through the valley that contained Constitution.
A car pulled up to the front of the school and a large hand waved at Erika. Erika opened the doors and carefully navigated the slick steps to the curb.
“Oooh it's cold.” Aunt Carrie greeted.
“I made sure to wear tights under my skirt.” Erika reasoned.
“How did you exam go?”
“Fine.”
“Did you get your homework like your dad asked?”
“What they gave me is in my duffel.” Erika buckled up. “Where are we going?”
“Well. . . . I need a wig.” Carrie stated. “My hair is too thin and limp to do much with so I need to find a good alternative.
“Okay.” Erika was a bit hesitant. Wig shopping was the last place she thought they would be going. “I don't know of any wig stores.”
“I Googled them this morning.” Aunt Carrie pulled out of the school parking lot. “So, Erika, tell me about this decision of yours.”
“My decision to be a girl?”
Carrie nodded.
Erika told her about the beginning of summer and the dare/bet that Samantha had made and the steps they had taken from that point on.
“That is one very busy summer.” Carrie parked the car.
Erika looked around and found herself in a very run down seedy part of town. A small store in front of them had a bunch of wigs displayed in the window.
“Have you worn wigs before?” Erika asked.
“Right when I decided to transition into the beautiful bombshell before you,” She smirked, “I wore one. They aren't the most comfortable things, but when out running errands or going on dates, I want to look my best. My female pattern baldness isn't the best look these days.”
“You date?” Erika asked, caught off guard.
“Of course. What woman wants to be left alone in her later years. I don't like cats after all.” Carrie smiled.
The two got out of the car and ventured into the wig store.
Erika had never been in a wig store before. The contents of the store both fascinated and repulsed her at the same time.
“Welcome, ladies.” a voice called from the back of the store. Erika looked up from a red wig to see a large man lumber forward. “How can I be of assistance?”
“I'm looking for a wig.” Aunt Carrie stated. “My poor follicles just don't want to keep up with the latest fashions.”
“Well, you've come to the right place. I'm Carl and this is my place. I have synthetic wigs, mixed wigs, ox hair wigs as well as human hair wigs.”
“Ox hair?” Erika questioned.
“Yes. Ox hair is very similar to human hair, just a little bit more course. It is cheaper than human hair and looks better than synthetic.”
“I haven't worn a wig in years and that one was a horrible scratchy synthetic wig.” Carrie stated. Can I see the ox hair?”
“Of course.” the man smiled. “Please, come this way.. . . ”
“Carrie.” Aunt Carrie gave him her name. “This is my niece, Erika.”
“Pleased to meet you both.” he led them over to a table with a mirror in front of it. “Please have a seat.”
Carl asked Carrie a series of questions and nodded with each of the answers. Erika lost interest after a few moments and began wandering around the store. She tried on a wig here and there and admired herself in the mirror. Blonde looked to wash her out too much. The cherry red however, made her eyes pop in a little different way than her natural black.
“Erika, honey?” Aunt Carrie called.
Erika put down the wig and went to her aunt who was looking at herself wearing a hair piece in a mirror.
“Does this say old lady?” her aunt turned towards her.
“I think it might be a bit dark, Aunt Carrie.” Erika stated.
“Do you have this in a blonde?” she asked Carl.
“I'll be right back.” Carl dismissed himself.
“What about this?” Aunt Carrie asked. Slipping a red bobbed wig on.
“Too drag queen.” Erika bit her lip.
“I thought so too.” Carrie took the wig off and slipped a blonde wig on. “What do you think?”
“I think that one is a bit long.” Erika commented. She hoped she wasn't being too harsh with her Aunt.
“Here you are.” Carl huffed over to the large woman.
“You can take these back.” Carrie pushed the hair pieces to Carl. “We've ruled them out.”
Carl nodded while Carrie slipped into the new hair piece.
“I like that.” Erika nodded.
Carrie looked into the mirror and smiled. “I do too. This is why I brought you along, sweetie.”
“I'm not being too harsh am I?” Erika asked.
“Not at all, Darling. I need an honest opinion.”
“Did you see this one over here?” Erika asked pointing to a mannequin head displaying a hair piece.
“Ooh, bring that one over.” Aunt Carrie clapped her large hands in excitement. She carefully pulled off the one that she had already decided upon and slipped into the one that Erika offered.
“I like it.” Erika nodded.
Aunt Carrie looked in the mirror and checked it out from different angles. “You're right, this one's a keeper.”
“Thank you Carl.” Aunt Carrie waved as the two made their exit from the store. Aunt Carrie wore a new hair piece and had two others gently tucked into their own boxes in a bag.
“Where to now?” Erika asked as she buckled up.
“Makeup.” her Aunt smiled.
“You want to go to the mall?” Erika asked.
“They are good for normal people.” Aunt Carrie drove down the street, but I need something a bit more. . . . potent. I googled a place.”
“I'm beginning to think you know more about this town than I do.” Erika teased.
“When you are transgender, you quickly learn to rely upon the Internet.” Aunt Carrie got on to the freeway. “How are you feeling about this surgery in a few days?” She asked.
“I'm not sure.” Erika stated. “I know I need to get it removed, but I don't want to get inundated with Testosterone.” Erika fell silent looking at her aunt.
“You don't want to look like me. A man in a dress trying to pass as a woman.” Aunt Carrie finished.
“That isn't what I said.” Erika defended.
“Its okay, Erika. I know who and what I am. I'm Crazy Aunt Carrie, or as some say, That deranged Will, who dresses like a girl.” She tossed Erika a smile. “I just wish that I had the opportunity that you do. To realize who I was and be as brave to tell my family before the hormones did this to my body.”
Erika didn't know what to say.
“The doctors won't give you HRT?”
“They say that I'm too young.”
“What about blockers?”
“They want me to wait for a few months. That's the problem. My body could start pumping out testosterone in the gallons, then where would I be?”
“Are you hungry?” Aunt Carrie asked.
“I guess.” Erika was thrown off by the question.
Aunt Carrie pulled off of the freeway and to a small deli. “Lets get something to munch on.”
The two ordered salads and decided to split a piece of 'Death by chocolate'.
Aunt Carrie pulled a small pad of paper and a pen out of her bag and handed them to Erika. “I want you to write this down.” She fished out her mobile phone and tapped away at it until she found what she was looking for.
“This is a don't ask, don't tell situation.” Aunt Carrie stated. “I'm only giving you some information, the rest is up to you. If anyone asks, you didn't hear any of this from me.” She gave Erika a penetrating look.
Erika nodded.
“Here is a list of over the counter herbs and amounts. These will help increase your oestrogen levels in a way that is 'natural'.”
“You can do that?” Erika asked.
Aunt Carrie nodded. “Just promise me that you'll be careful. And If you have questions that you get a hold of me before you try anything on your own.”
“I promise.” Erika nodded.
“You'll want to hold off on taking any of this until you're two weeks in recovery. Since they might show upon you blood test.”
“Two weeks?” Erika groaned.
“If anyone asks, you were told that they would help with breast growth.”
“Will they?” Erika perked back up.
“Some of them can.” Aunt Carrie nodded.
“Do I have to wait?” Erika whined.
Aunt Carrie nodded. She slowly read the names on her list as well as amounts to be taken.
The two finished off their 'Death by chocolate' and got back on the freeway.
“Where are we going after you get your makeup?” Erika asked.
“Shoe shopping.” Aunt Carrie grinned. “Do you know how hard it is to buy cute shoes for woman's size thirteen?”
--o0o--
To be continued. . .
Part 51 By Anistasia Allread Erika felt a little light headed as she was wheeled on a stretcher through chilly corridors and into what could only be a surgical room. A group of masked men and women busy in specific activities bustled around her. A few helped to mover her to a hard table and began asking her the same questions that she had answered over fifty times since she had checked in to the hospital. |
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Erika lay huddled in her warmed fuzzy blanket behind the privacy curtain. Her mom, dad and aunt had all said their goodbyes and waited out somewhere in the void of the hospital.
Changing out of her clothes into the backless hospital gown was degrading enough, but they made her take off her panties exposing the male parts of her. The limp organ dangling between her legs felt horrible after so many months having it contained between her legs. She wondered if they could slip with the scalpel and just be rid of it.
Shopping with Aunt Carrie had been a blast. Aunt Carrie even bought her a pair of shoes. She picked out a pair of red strappy sandals that would be perfect for the Christmas dance coming up. All she would have to do is find a sexy red dress, but that shouldn't be too hard.
When they returned home from their shopping trip, Erika's mother had already baked two pies and was working on a third.
“My Lord it sure smells heavenly in here.” Aunt Carrie exclaimed.
“Did you two have fun?” Erika's mother asked.
“Yes.” Carrie nodded. “Your daughter is a great shopper and had excellent taste.”
“New hair?” Mrs. Martin asked. “It looks very nice.”
“Thank you dear, Erika picked it out for me.”
“What is for dinner tonight?” Erika asked her mother.
“Well, I think your dad wants to take us all out.” Her mother explained. “I am doing so much cooking for tomorrow, that it would be just easier to eat out.”
“Let me get these things to my room and I'll right down to help you.” Carrie grinned.
“That's all right.” Mrs. Martin excused her.
“Nonsense, I'll be back in a flash.” She turned to Erika. “Put your things away, Erika, then come down and start washing dishes.”
Erika looked at her Aunt stunned.
“Go on Dear, You'll catch flies if you stand there with your mouth open.”
Erika closed her mouth and quickly went up stairs.
Erika and her Aunt spent the next hour or so in the kitchen with her mother prepping, and cooking for the next day's feast.
Her father finished with his work smiled as he leaned against the wall and watched his family working and chatting. “Anyone hungry?”
“Yes.” Erika's mother smiled.
“What do you all feel like having?”
“Anything but Turkey.” Aunt Carrie stated. “I'll be getting my fill of that tomorrow.”
The foursome ended up at a Chinese restaurant and had fun eating family style. Aunt Carrie told embarrassing stories about her and her father and gushed over Erika's mother's cooking skills and house decor.
When they had all returned home, Aunt Carrie and her mother went back into the kitchen and worked some more on the food.
Yesterday morning, Erika woke up thinking that her alarm hadn't gone off. She started to jump out of bed in a panic before she realized that it was Thanksgiving. She decided to get up anyway, showered and put on a loose fitting skirt and a comfortable sweater before padding down stairs.
Aunt Carrie was in the kitchen working on something and watching a football game on the T.V.
“Good morning sunshine.” She greeted cheerfully. “Sleep well?”
Erika nodded and poured her self a cup of coffee. “What smells so good?” Erika asked.
“Breakfast.” Carrie smiled. Her aunt wiped her hands on a towel and reached into the oven and pulled out a baking dish full of cinnamon rolls.
“You made those?” Erika asked.
“Wait until you try one.” She grinned. “You like icing on them?”
Erika nodded. Then watched as Aunt Carrie dished out an oozing treat then reached into the fridge and pulled out a bowl of buttery icing which she smeared over the top to melt and mingle with the gooey goodness.
“Oh my God!” Erika exclaimed around a mouthful of hot, sticky sweetness.
“Good aren't they.” Carrie grinned.
“You are watching football?” Erika asked between bites.
“Of course. Football is a Thanksgiving tradition. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't like and enjoy a good game of football.”
“Oh.”
“If you'd rather watch the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade, you can change it.” Carrie told her. “I like watching the marching bands.”
“Were you a marching band geek, Aunt Carrie?”
“I was.”
“What did you play?”
“Tuba of course.”
Erika rolled her eyes.
The rest of the morning was spent watching the football games with her dad and aunt while the turkey was cooking.
“Erika, why don't you get dressed for dinner.” her mother suggested looking at the clock.
“Isn't this okay?” Erika asked.
“It's cute, but you should look nice for Thanksgiving dinner.”
“I need to change too.” Aunt Carrie agreed. “Come on Erika.”
Erika followed Aunt Carrie upstairs. “What should I wear?”
“A nice dress would be appropriate.”
“Fine.” Erika rolled her eyes and closed the door to her room.
A few minutes later, she was in her bathroom putting on makeup and doing her hair wearing a nice dress, nylons and her new sandals that Aunt Carrie had bought for her when she heard the doorbell ring. She finished putting mascara on her lashes, then added some gloss to her lips before going down stairs.
“Wow! You look great!”
Erika looked up to see Tricia smiling up at her.
What are you doing here?” Erika asked.
“Your mom called my mom up yesterday and asked us to join you for Thanksgiving.” Tricia grinned. “She thought it would be a nice uprise.”
Erika looked at her girlfriend. Tricia was in a hot pink dress with matching flats and a pink bow clipped into the side of her spiked up hair.
“You look very good yourself.” Erika smiled.
Tricia stepped up then went up on her tip toes to brush her lips against Erika's.
“So this is why I was made to dress for dinner.” Erika snickered. Tricia took Erika's hand and they walked into the great room where Tricia's family were mingling with Erika's. Aunt Carrie and Leeza were smiling at one another as they laughed and chatted.
“Wow, this is kind of weird.” Erika muttered to her girlfriend.
“But in a nice way.” Tricia agreed.
“Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes.” Erika's mother announced.
Erika's dad was filling several glasses with champagne and passing them to the adults.
“My mom made her famous Mac and Cheese.” Tricia told Erika. “Wait until you try it.”
“My Dad asked my aunt to make rutabaga.” Erika made a face.
“My dad made pumpkin pie.” Tricia explained. “It is a secret recipe that has been handed down from my great, great grandmother. I was told that I won't learn the recipe until I get married.”
“Girls?” Erika's dad handed them each a glass of champagne. “We decided that since neither of you is driving tonight that you can have a glass.”
The two girls smiled at each other before toasting, and sipping at the bubbly.
Dinner was a loud and fun affair with lots of talking, passing of food and complimenting one another on the recipes involved. With so much food and all of it tasting so good, the two families decided to put dessert on hold for a while until they didn't feel bloated.
Erika's father took Tricia's dad into the great room and turned on a football game.
“Erika, Tricia, how about you two clear the table.” Erika's mother charged. “Leeza, would you and your mother split up the left overs? While I wash the dishes?”
“The two of you sit down with a glass of wine.” Aunt Carrie ordered Tricia's mom as well as her own. “Leeza and I can wash the dishes.”
“I can do them.” Erika's mother insisted.
“I'm bigger and older and I say you should sit this one out.” Aunt Carrie pointed her mother out of the kitchen with her finger. Erika imagined her aunt stomping her foot to make a point and suppressed a giggle. “Leeza and I can take care the dinner dishes, Erika and Tricia can take care of the dessert dishes.”
“Fine. Fine.” Erika's mother duly admonished picked up her glass of wine. Grabbed a newly opened bottle as well and beckoned Tricia's mother to join her near the fireplace on the other side of the great room for a game of cards.
After Erika and Tricia finished clearing the table and wiping it down they laid the different desserts out to be ready when everyone was finished digesting their turkey.
“I think I need to take a nap.” Erika rubbed at her eyes and yawned. “Mom? I'm going to go up to my room and lay down for a bit. Can Tricia come too?”
“Keep your door open.” Erika's mother stated.
“No covers.” Tricia's mother added.
“You want to join me?” Erika asked Tricia.
“Sure.” Tricia yawned herself.
Erika led the way up stairs taking extra care wearing the high heels that her aunt had purchased for her.
Once in her room, she kicked off the heels and flopped as ladylike as she could onto her bed. Tricia lay down behind her and snuggled close, draping an arm over Erika's side.
“Turkey got to you, huh?” Tricia asked.
“Yes, but I figured this would be a good way for us to have private time.” Erika sighed as she snuggled closer to her girlfriend.
Erika woke up from her snooze, still wrapped in Tricia's arms. The doorbell had rung. It was Thanksgiving, who would be bothering her family on Turkey day? She listened to her mother answering the door.
Erika bolted upright as she heard Samantha and Victoria's voices.
“What is it?” Tricia asked groggily.
“Samantha and Victoria are here.”
“Oh?”
Erika got up and stepped to the top of the stairs and looked down on her friends greeting her mother.
“Come on in, girls.” Her father greeted. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
“What are you doing here?” Erika was astonished.
“We came over to give you a last hurrah before you get your lobotomy.” Samantha smiled up at her as Tricia joined her at her perch, wrapping her arm around her waist.
“Surprise.” Tricia grinned. “Samantha and I asked you parents if we could have a sleep over tonight.”
Erika's heart fluttered with delight.
“We're here.” Krystal and Jordon squeezed in, carrying a duffel and sleeping bag.
“Who all is coming?” Erika inquired.
“Taylor and Melinda. Krystal wanted to bring Jorge, but your parents didn't think that would be appropriate.” Tricia snickered.
Erika, followed closely by Tricia quickly joined her friends in the entryway.
“Bring your stuff in here, girls.” her father instructed.
Erika and Tricia quickly introduced Jordon to the two families, and everyone met Aunt Carrie.
Taylor and Melinda showed up about twenty minutes later,
Tricia's family stayed for about an hour longer then departed, their hands full of leftovers. Aunt Carrie and her mother quickly put out a spread of leftovers and snack food before excusing themselves and retreating upstairs.
With her friends all there and having to get up early the next morning for surgery, Erika tried to stay up all night. She remembered glancing at the clock at three-thirty but not much after that.
Her mother woke them up at five-thirty when she started a large pot of coffee.
“Erika, go take a shower and use the antibacterial soap that the surgeon suggested that you use. Remember, you aren't allowed to eat anything this morning. No drinking either.”
“What about water?” Erika asked.
Her mother shook her head. “Nope.”
Erika nodded and trudged warily upstairs to her shower.
Her friends followed her and her family to the hospital in Samantha and Melinda's cars. The group of girls clustered together in a group talking and giggling as Erika went through the admitting process and then followed her to the waiting room.
They all gave her a hug and wished her well with promises of visiting in the next day or two before they all took off, leaving just Tricia with her parents and Aunt Carrie.
“Eric Martin?” a nurse called from a hallway.
Erika stood up along with her parents and Tricia.
“Eric?” the nurse looked confused.
“It's Erika.” Erika corrected.
The nurse opened the file and scanned through it as Erika and her parents approached.
“I'm Transgender.” Erika kept her voice low.
The nurse's face flickered from confusion to understanding. “Sorry. . . Erika.” She pulled a pen out of her pocket and made a notation on the chart. “I'm going to take you to pre-op. You can have one of your parents come with you.”
Erika's mother stepped back. “Go ahead.” She said to her husband.
“You should go.” Erika's father stated.
Erika looked from her dad to her mom. “Mom? Would you come with me?” Erika asked.
“Are you sure?” her mother questioned.
Erika nodded.
Erika hugged Aunt Carrie then threw her arms around her dad and hugged him tight.
“See you on the other side, Princess.” he gave her a squeeze before releasing her.
Erika's heart began to beat a bit harder and faster as the nurse led her and her mother deeper into the bowls of the hospital.
--o0o--
“Eric. . . uh, Erika Martin. Excuse the mistake.” a man in scrubs pulled back the curtain and glanced from her to her chart and back.
“Its alright.” Erika sighed.
“I'm going to go fetch a nurse and then give you an epidural. Be right back.”
Erika felt a little light headed as she was wheeled on a stretcher through chilly corridors and into what could only be a surgical room.
A group of masked men and women busy in specific activities bustled around her. A few helped to mover her to a hard table and began asking her the same questions that she had answered over fifty times since she had checked in to the hospital.
“Okay Erika, You're going to feel like going to sleep. I want you to count backwards for me.” a masked man instructed.
Erika's eyes felt extremely heavy as she struggled to watch the activity going on around her. She blinked hard as the room began to feel fuzzy.
“Go ahead and close your eyes.”
Erika couldn't have kept them open even if she had wanted to. Even the voices and noises around her became more distant as darkness closed in around her. . . . .
To Be Continued? . . .
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Her eyes felt like someone had placed ten pounds of weight on each one. She tried to open her eyes, but they just didn’t want to oblige. Her head felt like someone had stuffed it full of cotton. Breathing in and out of her nose was not possible. Swallowing caused her ears to pop. Her tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth. She tried to lick her lips but it was like rubbing dried leather across them.
“Welcome back.” A voice sounded from next to her. “Need some water?”
Erika tried to nod her head but found that a mistake as well. She heard the person shift and get up. Then felt a straw touch her lips. She took it and sucked on it. The water was room temperature and tasted of chlorine and other ‘purifying’ chemicals. Her mouth was so dry that she didn’t care about the taste. She took a second draw on the straw and swished it around her mouth to wet it. Any moisture was welcome even room temperature water.
“How do you feel?” Her mother’s voice came to her.
Erika licked her lips successfully this time. “Like my head has been packed full of stuff.”
“It has.” Her mother confirmed. “Remember, you just had brain surgery.”
“Yea.” She managed.
“More water?” her mother asked.
Erika managed a slight nod and felt the straw against her lips again.
“You want to sit up? Or are you comfortable?”
Erika’s mind wandered on the cusp of sleep.
“Go back to sleep, dear.” Her mother told her. “Tricia and Samantha will be by later.”
Erika welcomed the comfort of sleep knowing that the surgery seemed to have gone well.
“Water.” Erika croaked as she began to hear noises around her.
“Oh good, you are awake.” She heard an unfamiliar voice. “I’m going to sit you up.”
Erika felt the bed move beneath her. “Can you open your eyes?”
The weight was still there, but she managed to crack them to a blurry, bright world. “Here is some water.” A nurse held a cup with a straw to her lips. Erika managed to reach and hold the cup as she sucked on the nasty water.
“My mom?” She croaked.
“I believe she went home. Your father just went for some coffee. He’ll be disappointed that he wasn’t here for your return.”
Erika shakily handed the cup back to the nurse and tried to open her eyes further. She felt the crustiness of sleep around her eyes and began to wipe some of it away.
“How are you feeling?” the nurse inquired.
“Like someone broke my nose.” Erika groaned.
“That’s about right. They did break it to perform the surgery but they made sure to fix it and even repaired your deviated septum.”
Erika managed a smile.
“Oh, good you’re awake.” Her dad greeted from the door.
“Hi, Daddy.”
The nurse checked a few monitors and typed some things into the bedside computer. “I just emailed the surgeon that you are awake. “He’ll be with you shortly.” She excused herself.
Mr. Martin stood next to his daughter’s bed and smiled down at her. “You feeling alright, Princess?”
Princess? He had never called her that before. It was a bit of a shock, but she kind of liked it.
“My Nose and face hurts.” Erika explained. Her voice sounded funny with all of the packing stuffed up her nose.
“The surgeon said that everything went well. They were able to take the tumor out and they fixed your nose.” Her father smiled.
Erika managed a weak smile.
“Aunt Carrie will be by in a bit. Samantha and Tricia will be driving over after school.” He explained. “I really like your friends. They seem like good girls who care a lot for you.” He squeezed her shoulder. “Julian and your friend Stan stopped in to see how you were doing. Julian brought you a teddy bear. And there are lots of flowers for you. Most are at home but a few are out in the family waiting room. They aren’t allowed in ICU. But once you get downgraded to a normal room, you can enjoy them.”
“Erika nodded her understanding.
“You go ahead and get your rest.” He instructed her. “I’ll be right here.” He held up a paperback. He just would not join the new millennium and read off of a tablet.
Erika closed her eyes and welcomed the darkness.
“….. don’t want to wake her.” Samantha spoke just above a whisper.
“Samantha?” Erika peaked through her lashes.
“Sorry.” Samantha apologized. “Go back to sleep.”
Erika opened her eyes wider. “Tricia?”
“Hi Love.” Tricia greeted. “Leeza and the fam send their love.” She took Erika’s hand in hers and gave it a squeeze
“Don’t forget Julian.” Samantha nudged her friend.
“Oh, yeah. He sends his love too.”
“Water.” Erika’s throat and mouth were like an ancient crypt.
Samantha grabbed the cup and looked in to it. “It’s warm. You want some cold?”
Erika nodded.
“I’ll be right back.” Samantha hurried out of the room.
“I miss you.” Tricia squeezed her hand. “Like lots.”
“I miss you too.” Erika managed. “Thanks for coming. I probably look like a mess.”
Tricia nodded. “The Doctor said that the swelling and bruising will go away in a few days.”
“How bad?”
“Looks like your face and a truck collided.” She giggled.
Erika stuck her tongue out at her friend.
“Here’s some ice water.” Samantha hurried in and handed the cool plastic cup to Erika.
Erika took several sips and swished it around in her mouth.
“Much better, Thanks.” Erika was almost full voiced.
“Whoa talk about crypt breath.” Tricia squished up her nose and pulled back.
“Tricia!” Samantha admonished.
“Sorry. But it’s bad.”
“She can’t help it.”
A knock at the door followed by a nurse’s head peaking in interrupted the conversation. “Are you hungry, Dear?” she asked.
“Yes.” Erika nodded slightly.
“I’ll have a sandwich brought up. Turkey okay?”
“Yes, please.”
“We can’t stick around.” Samantha nudged Tricia. “But we will be back tomorrow.”
Erika frowned
“Julian wants to come visit, but he is afraid of hospitals.” Samantha informed her friend. “He says he’ll try to see you after you leave.”
“My dad said that he came by.” Erika remembered.
Samantha nodded. “He did. It took everything he had and Stan’s support to get him here.” Samantha smiled. “Don’t count on seeing him until you get home.”
“Alright, you two.” Aunt Carrie poked her head in. “She needs her rest and you probably have homework.” She looked to Erika. “Glad to see you alert. I’ll be back this evening. Your mom should be here in just a few minutes.”
Erika waved to her favorite crazy aunt.
Erika held her arms out to her two best friends inviting them in for hugs.
The room felt very lonely once they left.
Erika used the bed controls to sit herself up further in bed as the nurse came in with a tray. She was so hungry that the turkey sandwich seemed like a feast. Vanilla pudding and fruit cocktail went down just as fast.
“Well hello, her mother greeted from the door.
Erika pushed away the tray. “Hi mom.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Like a bus hit me. And ran over my face twice.” Erika sighed. “The food helped, but boy does my nose hurt.”
“I’m sure it does.” Her mother gently swept a loose tress of hair away from Erika’s face. “They had to break your nose to get to the tumor and then fix it. You’ll be sore for a while.”
“When can I get this stuff out of my nose?” Erika asked.
“Another day or two.”
Erika groaned.
“How do you feel?”
“Mostly tired and sore.”
Her mother nodded. “Don’t stay awake on my account. If you’re tired, sleep. It’s the best medicine for you.” Her mother squeezed her arm. “I’m not going anywhere for a while. If you need anything, I’m here.” She sat down in a chair next to the bed.
“Thanks.” Erika closed her eyes.
Victoria and Samantha smiled as they entered the hospital room.
“Hey, nice new digs.” Samantha greeted. “Glad to be out of ICU?”
“Hi. Victoria? What a nice surprise.” Erika greeted.
Victoria smiled. “I hear you are getting out tomorrow.”
Erika nodded. “I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed.”
“How’s the head?” Victoria asked.
“Fine.”
“How long until you can get back on Rally?”
Erika slumped a bit. “Not for a while, unfortunately.”
“I’m sorry.” Victoria wrapped her friend up in a hug.
“I should probably quit until next year. It’s not fair to the others.” Erika sighed.
“Nonsense.” Samantha scowled. “I know for a fact that Jordon and Taylor are working routines around so that you can stay on.
“Really?” Erika queried.
Samantha nodded. “You are just as part of the squad as you ever were…. With a few modifications.”
Erika beamed.
Samantha looked to Victoria who played with the end of her braid and looked from Samantha to Erika.
“We have some bad news.” Victoria grimaced.
Erika looked from one to the other. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“My dad just got news” Samantha started. She looked for guidance from Victoria who nodded. She looked back to Erika. “The Prosecutor settled with Josh’s family.”
“What?” Erika couldn’t believe her ears.
“They didn’t have enough hard evidence against him.” Victoria stated. “Everything was hearsay and there were no other witnesses except for you and Rachel.”
“They also used our getting even with him as a bargaining chip in the settlement.” Samantha growled. “Can you believe it!” her voice was growing stronger and louder. “He’s going to get away with it again. The scumbag nearly raped me and from what we have been told this wasn’t the first time and he is going to get away with it…. Again!”
Victoria wrapped Samantha in a hug. She directed her look to Erika. “He got some stupid probation and court ordered counseling.”
“But he sexually assaulted you, and beat me up?” Erika protested.
“His parents hired some high-powered lawyers.” Victoria shrugged.
Erika wanted to cry. This was just unfair. A creep like that gets off. She wondered how long it would be until he tried raping another girl.
“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Erika pleaded to her smart friend.
Victoria just shook her head.
“I’m so sorry Samantha.” Erika felt tears on her cheeks.
Samantha sat heavily on the bed and wrapped Erika in a tight embrace. The two cried in one another’s arms.
“Do we know where he lives?” Erika asked.
“No.” Samantha sobbed.
Victoria sat next to Samantha and joined the hug.
“I’m sorry to have told you while you are in the hospital.” Samantha snuffed. “You need to be healing to go home, not worrying about this stuff.”
“I’m glad you told me.” Erika squeezed her friend. “Does Rachel know?”
Samantha nodded.
“We’ll figure out something.” Erika whispered. “Next time we’ll do more than superglue his butt cheeks together.
Erika stood in front of her mirror. She cocked her head to the side as she placed a hoop earring in her lobe and took a good look from top to bottom. Her dark curly hair had only needed a few spots touched up with the curling iron. Her long bangs were like a black piece of lace showcasing her sapphire blue eyes. Of course, it always helped when she wore a royal blue sweater. A white skirt and blue flats finished her ensemble today.
The Doctor’s orders were to only attend school half days this week. She chose to go back at lunch today after she and her father took Aunt Carrie to the airport.
Aunt Carrie was such a breath of fresh air. She could definitely see why the family called her crazy, but she loved that she was a little ‘off’.
Erika put on touch of lip gloss before padding downstairs to join the family.
“Good morning, Sunshine.” Aunt Carrie greeted from over her cup of coffee. She had donned one of her new wigs and looked lovely.
Erika smiled. “Good morning.
“You look adorable.” She appraised Erika’s outfit.
Erika dipped a curtsy. “Thank you.”
“I’m sure going to miss all of you.” Aunt Carrie took them both in with her gaze. “You’ve made this old broad very happy.”
“You’ll come back at Christmas, won’t you?” Erika asked.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Aunt Carrie looked into her mug trying to scry the future. “I’ll see about coming for Easter though.” She looked to her Nephew.
“We’d love to have you any time.” He stated.
“Anytime.” Erika’s mom agreed joining them in the kitchen.
Aunt Carrie got up and wrapped Erika’s mother in a huge hug. “Thank you so much.” She blinked back tears. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”
Erika glanced to her father who was smiling and wiping a tear that escaped his eye.
“We have your email and phone number. And you have ours.” Erika’s mother stated. “There is no reason we can’t stay in touch.”
Erika followed her father and Aunt to the airline ticket counter. Small talk and long silences seemed to be what was called for.
After checking Aunt Carrie in as well as her luggage. Erika’s father wrapped Aunt Carrie up in a hug. “It has been too long, and it had better not be this long again.” He stated. “You are and always will be one of my most favorite people.”
“I Love you, John.” Aunt Carrie stated. “You have such a lovely family. I am so proud of you.”
“Yes I do. Thank you.”
Both turned to Erika. Erika flew into their outstretched arms, her heart near bursting.
“You are a lovely young lady.” Aunt Carrie stated. “I am so glad to have met you.”
“I love you, Aunt Carrie.” Erika squeezed tighter. Tears coated her cheeks.
“I’ll be back. I promise.”
Erika finally released her and stood back. Aunt Carrie blew her a kiss and turned to go through security.
“Will she be back, Daddy?” Erika asked.
“I sure hope so.” He sighed.
Erika took her father’s hand and walked back to the car.
“Thank you Daddy.” Erika gave her father a hug in the attendance office. She swung her book bag over her shoulder and headed to her locker.
“Hey look decided to come to school.” Jake heckled.
“At least I’ll graduate on time, Dick head.” She retorted.
Several people in the hall snickered at Jake.
Once she put her things in her locker, Erika headed to the cafeteria.
“She returns.” Krystal greeted. “How are you doing?”
“Fine.” Erika shrugged.
“Erika!” Jordon greeted, “Welcome back!”
“Hi Jordon.” Erika greeted.
“So, when will you be able to rejoin us on Rally?”
Erika frowned. “Not for a few more weeks. I’m sorry, Jordon.”
“Don’t be silly. You just had brain surgery. Don’t forget to wear your Rally outfit Friday.”
“Even if I’m not on the squad?”
“You are still on the squad. We’ll just have other jobs for you.”
“Thanks Jordon.”
The Rally squad leader smiled. “See you later.”
Tricia raced up and wrapped her arms around Erika and pressed her lips firmly to hers. Erika would have been flattered, but they were in the middle of the cafeteria. This wasn’t the place.
Erika disentangled herself from Tricia and smiled. “Good to see you too.”
“Don’t stop on account of us.” Greg called.
“Suck it, dumb ass.” Tricia didn’t even look his direction. She just stared at Erika.
“What?” Erika asked.
Tricia just stared at her.
“What?”
“I always forget how beautiful you are and how lucky I am.” Tricia wrapped her in another hug.
“So, I heard you got your nose done.” Krystal teased.
“Sure. After they broke it.” Erika grimaced.
Tricia guided her to their table where they sat with Samantha, Taylor and Jordon.
“So, what did I miss?” Erika asked looking at her friends.
They all looked at one another. “Not a whole lot.” Samantha stated. “At least nothing that we haven’t already told you at the hospital or at home while you were recovering.”
“Did you guys hear about that shooting over at the skate park?” Jordon asked.
“What? What shooting?”
“Some kids from Adams high were involved in a shooting at Heather’s skate park.”
“Do we know them?” Samantha inquired.
“I heard something about twin cheerleaders.”
“Allie and Annie?” Erika gasped.
“You know them?” Taylor asked.
“Yes. I’ve met them. They were very nice.”
“I heard a rumor that one was a tranny.” Jordon made a face.
Erika’s heart skipped a beat. One of the twins was transgender? She exchanged looks with Tricia and Samantha. Could it be true?
“Can you imagine having a tranny on the cheer squad and not knowing?” Taylor made a face at Jordon.
“How could they not know?” Jordon asked back.
“My sister happens to be Transgender.” Tricia growled. “She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever met.”
“She is very pretty.” Samantha agreed. “No one could guess that she was transgender.”
Both Cheer and Rally squad captains looked hard at Tricia.
“I’m sorry, Tricia.” I didn’t know. Jordon quickly apologized.
“No one would know if she didn’t tell them.” Tricia’s hackles were up. Samantha nodded.
“What’s wrong with being transgender?” Krystal asked pointedly not looking at Erika.
“It’s just kind of creepy, isn’t it?” Taylor asked.
“Have you ever met one?” Krystal rebutted.
Taylor shook her head. “No.”
“Are you sure?” Krystal added.
“I think I’d know if I have ever met one.” Taylor stated.
Tricia got up. “I’ve lost my appetite.
Samantha, Erika, Krystal and Victoria all got up as well.
“I didn’t mean anything by it.” Taylor stated. “Drama much?”
Victoria held back. “We have a good friend who is transgender. And you owe Tricia a huge apology.”
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“Samantha, can we stop by the hospital?” Erika begged of her friend.
“I thought you’d be sick of that place.” Samantha looked to her friend.
“I am, but I think it would be nice to show Allie and Annie that there are people out there who are thinking of them. Especially if the rumor is true.”
“Sure.” Samantha nodded.
“Do you think it is?” Erika asked.
“That one of the twins is…. trans?”
Erika nodded.
“It’s possible, I guess.”
“I’ll text my mom and let her know that we’ll be late.”
“You two working things out?” Samantha asked.
“It seems like it. I think having Aunt Carrie come to visit might have helped. I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out over the next few days or weeks if she has come to accept me.”
Erika, with a vase of flowers walked down the hall to where a police officer was standing outside of a room. One of the twins and what looked like a big brother were sitting across the hall looking worried.
“Um Hello.” Erika greeted.
The two looked up. “Erika, right?” Allie asked.
Erika nodded.
“You’re a cheerleader for Washington High.”
“Rally squad, actually.” Erika smiled. I heard that your sister was shot?”
“Excuse me.” The guy with a cast jumped up. I’ll be over there.” He pointed with his chin.
Once he was gone, Allie invited Erika to sit. “You’ll have to excuse Evan. He’s pretty worked up over this.”
“I hope you don’t mind me coming by.” Erika smiled. “Your skater friends said that you’d be here.”
“I’m glad you came.” Allie smiled.
“Um.” Erika looked embarrassed. “I don’t know which twin you are.”
Allie chuckled. “I’m Allie. My sister is….”
“Annie.” Erika finished with her.” How is Annie?”
“She lost a lot of blood.” Allie bit her lip. “That asshole.” She shook her head. “Sorry. Annie has been in and out of the hospital more than anyone should. She just got out of here a few weeks ago, from a blood clot that traveled to her lungs. It almost killed her. She was just starting to feel better when that bastard Wexler shot her.” Tears streamed down Allies face.
Erika set the flowers aside and wrapped Allie in a huge hug. “I’m so sorry,” She stated.
“How can anyone have so much hate?” she sobbed. “Annie would never hurt anyone.”
Erika just held her.
Erika’s phone went off. Erika pulled back and checked it.
Samantha: We need to get going.
“Allie. I need to get going. My ride is getting impatient. Can I see your phone?”
Allie wiped away her tears using the back of her sweatshirt. And pulled her cell out of her pocket.
Erika quickly entered her cell number and email address. “Here is my contact info,” she handed the phone back. “Please let me know how she is doing. Let her know that the Washington High cheer and Rally squads are thinking of her. And if you need to talk…… well please…. You have friends on the other side of Constitution.”
“Thank you, Erika.”
“Take care Evan.” Erika said as she passed.
“Ya.” He just nodded.
--oOo--
“Well?” Samantha asked. “Did you find out if the rumor is true?”
“Samantha!” Erika screeched. “Annie is in a very serious condition. There is a family really hurting up there. Allie is a wreck and their older brother is torn up, and all you want to know is if the rumor is true?” Erika was shaking with rage.
“I’m sorry.” Samantha winced. “I thought that is why you wanted to come.”
“I wanted to come because I have met them a couple of times and they were very nice. I wanted to come to let them know that people cared for them regardless of any rumors.”
“I’m sorry.” Samantha pulled out of the hospital parking lot.
--oOo--
“So, Erika.” Dr. Barts broke the silence. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.”
“How was your surgery?”
“It went good. They got the tumor.”
“Have you had any change in feelings? Emotional swings?”
Erika was silent. “Not really.”
“How is your mom?”
“She is still seeing you, isn’t she?” Erika asked.
Dr. Barts nodded.
“Then you’d probably know better than I.”
“Is there something on your mind, Erika?”
Erika was silent for a moment. “Did you hear about the shooting at the skate park? A cheerleader from Adams High school was shot.”
“I did hear something.” Dr. Barts stated.
“There was a rumor that she was a…. she was transgender.”
“Mmm.”
“Is it true?” Erika asked.
“I don’t know.” Dr. Barts stated. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. It would be like me telling another patient that you were a boy.”
“I’m not a boy any longer.” Erika stated. “At least, I don’t want to be one.”
“MmHmm.”
“I get a choice now, don’t I?” Erika asked. “I figure with the tumor gone and with puberty yet to set in, I get a choice.”
“And what would that choice be?” Dr. Barts looked over the rim of her glasses.
“Why else would I be here.” Erika stated. “I want to be a girl. “When can I start Hormone replacement? Or blockers?” Erika asked.
“Once we figure out what your brains is going to do.” Dr. Barts stated. “I thought your Endocrinologist explained this to you.”
“He did.”
“I’m just afraid of starting male puberty.” Erika looked out the window. “Do you think she was shot because someone found out that she was transgender?”
“Are you afraid of someone threatening you?” Dr. Barts asked.
“I don’t know. Jordon and Taylor were grossed out by that cheerleader maybe being trans.”
“Many people are uncomfortable with the unknown or things that they don’t understand.”
“I understand not being comfortable, but hate? Taylor’s attitude was bordering hate.” Erika glanced at Dr. Barts then back out the window. “Allie said that the kid that shot Annie was full of hate…. I just don’t understand.”
“Very few do.” Dr. Barts said. “These are all good questions and good things to think about however, if you start getting depressed about any of this, you need to call me right away. These things can lead you to dark places. Places that you really shouldn’t go.”
“Okay.”
“Erika.”
“Yes.”
“You’ll call me, right?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not suicidal or anything.” Erika stated. “I’m just trying to figure things out. Then there is the whole Josh thing.
“What Josh thing?” Dr. Barts inquired. “Do you like Josh?”
Erika looked hard at Dr. Barts. Josh is the guy who tried to rape Samantha at camp last summer. His parents got a good lawyer and were able to settle out of court. He won’t even go to Juvie. Can you believe that? He tried to rape someone and gets off?”
“Did they do a rape kit or collect evidence?” Dr. Barts was concerned.
“No. We kind of washed it off when we got into the lake after knocking him out.”
Erika gave Dr. Barts some of the details of what they did. She left out the part about super gluing his butt cheeks together.
“And you and your girlfriends didn’t get arrested?”
“For protecting ourselves?”
“Knocking him out and reporting him was protecting yourselves. Stripping him naked and taping him to a tree was revenge. Didn’t the football team do something similar to you when you were Eric?”
Erika looked away from the Doctor.
“Erika?”
“I can’t believe that I did that.” Erika’s voice seemed distant, even to herself. “I wanted him to suffer. To feel as helpless as Samantha felt as he held her down. As helpless as I felt when I was on that flagpole.”
“Did you feel vindicated?”
“Yes…… no.”
“Which one?”
“Both?” her mind tried to avoid that incident. “Why would someone just shoot someone that was different?” Erika changed the subject. “Just because someone wants to be a girl?”
Dr. Barts sighed. “Your mom mentioned meeting your Aunt Carrie.”
Erika smiled.
“You like your Aunt Carrie?”
“She was a nice surprise.” Erika grinned.
“Your mother mentioned that Aunt Carrie is transgender.”
Erika nodded. “She scared me when I first met her.” Erika admitted. “She didn’t transition until later in life, after she had been a man for a while. She even fathered kids. They don’t speak to her.” Erika frowned. “There is too much hate. Aunt Carrie is so loving and caring.”
“She scared you how?” Dr. Barts asked.
“She looks like a man in a dress. A great big man, with facial hair and everything.” Erika grimaced. “But once I looked into her eyes, I saw the real person. The loving, wonderful, caring, woman who just wanted to be loved.”
“Is that why you want on blockers so quickly?”
Erika nodded. I don’t want to have to go through that and then try to get back to where I need to be.”
“You need to be?”
Erika nodded. “Dr. Barts.” She looked the Dr. straight in the eye. “I do not want to go through male puberty. I do not want to be a man. I want to be a girl.”
Erika dropped her gaze and looked out the window again. A layer of light snow dusted the bare tree branches.
“Now is by best chance of getting there. Before the testosterone changes me into something I don’t want to be.”
“Something you don’t want to be? Or Something that you are not?”
“Yes?” Erika asked. “I mean…. I don’t know what I mean. I’m at a crossroads. A crossroads that ninety-nine percent of the population cannot be at. A place where I get to choose where I want to go.” She looked back at Dr. Barts. “I want to be a girl.”
--oOo--
Erika sat down at her computer. Listening to make sure her mom was down stairs in the kitchen, she grabbed the waste basket next to her desk, lifted it up high and grabbed a bag of pills taped to the bottom of it. She selected two of the pills and swallowed them before putting everything back the way it was. She turned on her monitor and scanned her email.
Hi Matt.
So surgery went fine. I’m out of the hospital and back at school. Yes, I would love to get together with you while you are in town this weekend. There is a pretty cool food court in the mall here. They have lounge chairs and coffee tables, bar tables and a gas fireplace that we can hand around.
I’ll bring my sketch pad and stuff if you want. Should I bring Tricia and the other girls from Camp K?
Looking forward to seeing you.
Erika.
Hey Rachel.
Sorry I haven’t gotten to you sooner. Been dealing with a brain tumor and stuff. They got the tumor out through my nose. Gross, right? You should see Krystal. She is doing awesome. She has continued slimming down. Jorge says that she may not be losing weight but she is losing fat and gaining muscle mass. You should see how she tosses the cheerleaders around and catches them. You’d be jealous. And it all started with you at Camp K.
Hey. Samantha told me about Josh getting away with it again. I am so spitting mad. I think Samantha and I should drive to where he lives and take a sledge hammer to his Porche that he is supposed to be getting. I still can’t believe that he is getting away with this. What do you think we should do? I think we need to do something to let him know that he won’t get away with it, at least without some sort of payment.
Everything else here seems to be fine. Tricia is going to try out for the diving team. Don’t worry, I’m staying away from the diving boards.
Hope to hear back from you soon.
Erika.
“Erika!” her mother called up to her as she finished her email.
“Yes?”
“Someone is here to see you?”
Erika sighed, and padded down the stairs.
“Julian?”
“Hi, Erika.” Julian smiled shyly.
Stan stood beside him in the entranceway. “Hi Erika.”
“What are you two doing here?”
“Well.” Julian stretched uncomfortably, “I wasn’t able to stop by the hospital to see how you were doing when you were awake, and we were in the neighborhood.”
Stan stood behind him shaking his head ‘no’
“Come on in.” Erika stayed on the bottom step and gave her friend a hug. “I’m glad you came by.” She whispered into his ear. “I heard you aren’t fond of hospitals.”
“Nope.” Julian stated simply. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad and kind of surprised you came.” She waited for Stan to give her a hug as well. “I got the teddy you dropped off.” She smiled at the tall swimmer.
Julian’s face reddened.
“It was very nice of you.”
Erika’s mom came out of the kitchen. “I’ve got hot chocolate if you guys are interested. Soft drinks are in the fridge in the garage. Help yourself.”
“Thanks Mrs. Summers.” Julian stated.
Erika’s mom stopped and looked from Julian to Erika. Erika shook her head and mouthed. ‘Don’t’.
Her mom plastered a smile on her face and disappeared back into the kitchen.
“I heard that you were only doing half days at school this week.” Julian allowed Erika to lead him into the family room.
“Doctors orders.” Erika explained it away.
The three flopped into the various chairs and sofas.
Julian moved to the edge of the sofa and leaned forward to speak to Erika while watching for her mother in the kitchen. “Tricia has signed up to try out for diving.” He said. “I have my concerns.”
“Oh?” Erika kept her voice low.
“You know with her extracurricular activities?” He made the motions of smoking a joint.
“I don’t think it will be a problem.”
“They do require a drug test before allowing you on the team.” Stan joined. “She has said that she is good. I’d hate for her to try out and fail the drug test.”
“I honestly think it was that one time.” Erika looked between the two. “And she is very good. I got to watch her at summer camp.”
The two friends looked to one another. “We run a clean program.” Stan said. “We just want to make sure. We’d thought we would run it by you before going ahead with the try outs.”
“Here we are.” Erika’s mom handed the boys steaming mugs of hot chocolate.
They thanked her before sipping.
“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.” She excused herself.
“Why aren’t you two having this conversation with Tricia?” Erika asked.
“We didn’t want her to feel like we were accusing her of something before we investigated a little more into the situation.” Stan stated. “Julian says that he saw her toking at Homecoming and it raised a red flag.”
“Well.” Erika stated. “I think you two need to go talk to her and ask her. But I’m telling you, she isn’t a druggie and she is an amazing diver. You’ll be lucky to have her on the team.”
The two finished their drinks, thanked Erika’s mother and left.
“You haven’t changed your name back to Martin?” her mother had her hands on her hips which did not bode well.
“I haven’t really had the opportunity.” Erika pointed at her head. “Brain surgery.”
“We are going to have to change that. It is on your transcripts and will cause a whole world of issues it we don’t change it.”
“Can we talk to the principal and ask if she can change it this summer?”
“Why?”
Erika took a deep breath. “Eric Martin is too close to Erika Martin. People will make the connection. Erika Summers is working. I don’t want anyone to connect me back to ‘The Plague’.”
“You really need to put this ‘Plague’ thing behind you.” Her mother huffed.
Easy for you to say. Erika thought but dared not speak.
Princess and the Plague:
Erika's Next Chapter
3
Too cold to be wearing her normal dress or a skirt, Erika resigned herself to wearing a sweater dress over black leggings and boots. The outfit might have been appropriate for the December day, but it was a bit warm sitting in the stands that lined the indoor swimming and diving pool.
Erika waved at her girlfriend who just happened to be wearing a pink one piece bathing suit. Tricia waved back and lined up with the others all trying out for the diving team.
The smell of the heavily chlorinated pool stung her nose, which was a good sign since she had had a hard time smelling much since the surgery. The echoing of voices and other sounds made it impossible to make out let alone hear what the coaches were saying to the nervous group.
“She said she was clean.” Julian sat down next to Erika.
“I told you that it was an isolated incident. Why are you here?”
“As Swim Captain, it is part of my duty to be here to support the Dive team. They are like the Rally squad to the Cheer squad.” He smiled.
Erika watched as a tall thin girl climbed the ladder to the spring board. “I really don’t know much about diving. What am looking for?” She asked.
“Pointed toes, straight lines, grace, and little to no splash.”
Julian critiqued each diver as they entered the water and explained to Erika what they were doing wrong or right.
“Go Tricia!” Erika called as her friend climbed the ladder.
“Well that was clean.” Julian stated as Tricia’s feet disappeared under water.
“I told you she was good.” Erika beamed as she watched Tricia take a couple of strokes to the ladder and hoist herself out.
“That was just one dive.” Julian paused as another diver bounced from the board and tumbled into the water. “I thought that you were interested in trying out for the swim team.”
“I was, but I have a lot going on with Rally squad, homework, dealing with doctors’ appointments, and brain surgery.” Erika tapped the side of her head. “It just isn’t possible. Next year though.”
Julian nodded. “You have had a lot on your plate.” He agreed.
If he only knew, Erika thought.
After a while longer and many more dives, the coach excused the group back to the locker room to change, while he sat down with his clip board going over his notes.
Stan, padded up to his friends. “She made it.” He smiled at Erika. “You were right, she is very good.”
Erika beamed.
“Let’s just hope she can pass the drug test.”
“She will.” Erika stated with confidence she didn’t feel.
--oOo--
“Come on.” Erika pulled Tricia out of yet another store of the mall. “We are going to be late.”
“But that was really cute.” Tricia protested with a jutting lower lip.
If Erika wasn’t in such a hurry, she would have liked to suck on that pouty lip. But they were to meet Matt at the food court and she wanted to get some comfortable seats as well as a caramel latte.
They were in luck. Erika pushed Tricia into a love seat. “Stay here.” She ordered. “I’ll get us drinks. He should be here any moment.”
“I’m not sure if I like this pushy Erika.” Tricia grumbled. “It’s not like Matt is your boyfriend.”
Erika tossed a glare over her shoulder before heading to wait in line for their drinks.
He may not be a boyfriend, but I haven’t seen him since camp. She thought to herself. I wonder if he’ll recognize me. Why wouldn’t he? I haven’t changed that much. Well, physically I haven’t changed that much, mentally? Emotionally?
Erika returned to her girlfriend to find her wrapped up in a hug by her camp friend. Erika handed Tricia her drink and found herself wrapped up in a bear hug by the geeky writer friend.
“You look amazing.” He said pulling back and looking her up and down. Looks like brain surgery was good for you.” He smiled.
Erika flushed. “You are looking good yourself, Matt. How are things? How is the writing?”
The three friends sat down and began catching up on the past few months of events. Erika finally pulled out her sketch pad and pencils.
“So, Let’s get down to business.” She grinned. “I have been so busy, that I haven’t had much time to sketch. I may be a bit rusty.”
“As if that is possible.” Matt shook his head. He smiled at Tricia who took up her usual spot curling up next to Erika to watch and zone out as he began describing new as well as old characters.
The voice of her friend started to sound like it was coming through a tunnel. She shook her head as the edges of her vision began to gray out. Her pencil stopped as she stared at the sketch pad. She felt like she was losing the world around her. The gray edges darkened as her view of the pad narrowed. Erika slumped over as the world went dark.
“What? Erika?” she heard Matt call from a distance.
“Erika?” Tricia’s voice was full of worry. “Erika!?”
Eric looked into the mirror. His eyes ran over his male muscular body. His brain said that this wasn’t right, but he couldn’t figure out why. A baby’s cry sounded from the bedroom next to him. He glanced once more into the mirror, adjusted his boxer shorts and entered the room.
Samantha, her hair much shorter, was sitting in bed switching their daughter Summer from one breast to the other. Samantha smiled up at him warming his heart. She was so incredibly beautiful. Even more so since giving birth to their daughter. How could he possibly love her anymore?
Eric eased himself onto the bed next to his family and lay a hand on Summer’s head as Samantha lay her head against his broad muscular shoulder. Could live be more incredible than this?
Erika felt sick.
“She’s coming back around.” A voice said from nearby.
“Erika?” Tricia’s voice was full of pain and worry.
“The paramedics are here.” Another voice.
“What’s her name? what happened?”
“She just collapsed and started jerking about.” Tricia was almost in tears.
“Does she have any allergies?”
Erika wanted to cover her ears. It was as if the volume nob had been turned to twelve.
“Not that I know of.” Tricia’s voice cracked. “She had brain surgery a few weeks ago,”
Erika felt her body being lifted onto a something.
“Is she going to be alright?” Tricia asked.
“We are taking her to the hospital to have her checked out.” The paramedic’s voice stated.
Erika’s body felt like she had spent all day in the gym and adding rally practice to it. Her head felt very heavy and groggy. She tried to speak but couldn’t.”
“Has she had seizures before?” the paramedic asked.
“Seizures? Not that I know of.”
The ride to the hospital was horrible. Her already aching body cried out with every pot hole and her groggy head became a pounding headache.
By the time, they reached the E.R. Erika’s vision had returned, but it hurt to look around much. As if someone was shining a spotlight constantly in her eyes.
“Are you on any medications?” the Nurse asked
“Antibiotics.” Erika managed to get out. “Brain surgery.” She closed her eyes.
“I’m here, honey.” Erika’s mother sounded concerned.
“Mom?”
“Yes, dear. Your father is on his way.”
“What happened?”
“They think you had a seizure.” Her mother took her hand in hers and squeezed it.
“Everything hurts.” She complained.
“I’m sure it does a new voice said entering the room.
“You will probably be sore for the next few days. “How’s your head?”
“Almost a migraine.” Erika peeked through her lashes at the woman doctor.
“I’ll get you some medicine for that. I see that you prefer to be called Erika?”
Erika nodded, not bothering to open her eyes.
“Well, Erika, I know you aren’t feeling well, but could you tell me what happened before you lost consciousness?”
Erika nodded. She described how her vision narrowed and how sounds seemed to have come from down a long tunnel.
The doctor nodded as she typed on a computer next to the bed.
“I understand that you just had a tumor removed from your brain?”
“Yes. “her mother stated. “It was on the pituitary.”
“Okay.” The Doctor stated. “I’ve ordered a CAT scan and some blood work to be done. Sometimes this is just a side effect of the brain trying to heal its self.”
“Will it happen again?” Her mother asked.
“It’s hard to say at this point.” The Doctor backed herself to the door. “I hope to have answers for you soon.”
“I’m so tired.” Erika mumbled.
“It’s okay.”
Erika closed her eyes.
- - -
“How is she?” her father’s soft voice inquired.
“Resting. The doctor says that she’ll be tired for the next day or so.”
“Daddy?” Erika dared to open her eyes.
“I’m here. How are you feeling?”
“Like a bus hit me.”
“Your fan club is waiting out in the waiting area.” Her father smiled.
Erika smiled as she closed her eyes again. “I’m so tired.”
“Go ahead and sleep.
The next few hours were spent between tests and sleeping. The medicine for the head ache helped. Erika was able to open her eyes without pain, although she was still very groggy.
Finally, the release papers were delivered. Her dad helped her to her feet and let her balance for a moment before she took her first steps.
“Erika!” Tricia ran across the waiting room towards her. Erika braced herself for impact and was pleased when Tricia pulled up short and gently folded her arms around her in a gentle but long hug. “You scared me so bad. Are you alright?”
Erika nodded.
Tricia pulled back. “What happened?”
Erika looked to her parents then back to Tricia. “The doctor says that sometime that seizures can happen after brain surgery.”
Tricia wrapped her up in another hug. “I’m so sorry. Matt stayed for a bit, but had to go home. I’ve got your sketching stuff.”
“Thank you.” Erika gave her a thin-lipped smile. “I need sleep.”
“Tricia, we can drop you off at home on the way.” Mr. Martin offered.
“Really? Thanks.” Tricia took Erika’s hand and walked out to the car with them.
--oOo--
“Are you sure you are for this?” Erika’s mother asked.
“Yes. It is important to me.” Erika affirmed. “Does this look alright?”
“Yes.” Her mother glanced at what she was wearing. “You always surprise me at how well you are trying this.”
“This?” she asked.
“Your trying to be a girl.”
“I’m not trying anymore.” Erika growled. “I am a girl, now.”
“Let’s not start fighting before we get to church her mother waved her hand as if to wave away the argument.
Erika took a deep breath and let it out to calm down. Her mother was right. They shouldn’t try going to the house of God while arguing.
Erika pulled on her coat over a white sweater and red leggings which she paired with the red sandals that Aunt Carrie had bought her. It was a bit cold outside for sandals but they just looked to cute with the outfit.
“And you want to go back to that church?” her mother turned on the cold car.
“Yes. That’s where the twins go. I want them to know that they have a friend.”
Mrs. Martin nodded.
It didn’t take too long for Erika to find Allie and her brother at church.
“Hi Allie. How is Annie doing?”
“She is being released tomorrow.” Allie greeted. “How are you, Erika?”
“Better.” Erika embraced her. “I’m glad to hear that your sister is doing better.”
Annie looked to her brother “It was touch and go for a while. But she made it through. My dad is with her. Mom wanted to get us out of the hospital and what better way to feel better than church?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
Evan snorted. It may have been an attempt at a laugh, but he honestly looked miserable.
“Will you join us?” Allie asked.
“I would love too.”
“Mom, this is Erika. She is the cheerleader from Washington High that stopped by the hospital last week.”
“Hi Erika?” Mrs. Wilson greeted. “It was very thoughtful of you to see Annie.”
“I felt a kinship with your daughters.” Erika smiled. “You all were so nice to me when I joined you here a few months back.”
“Oh, yes. I remember you now. Is your mother here?”
Erika waved her mother over and introduced the two women.
Erika and her mother walked into sanctuary and sat with the Wilsons. Erika didn’t know why she needed to be there, but she knew in her heart that she had to be there.
“Erika?” a familiar voice called.
Erika looked around and spotted Julian. “Julian? What are you doing here?” She looked up from her pew to her friend.
“I go to this church.” Julian looked to Allie. “You two know each other?” Julian shook his head. “Small world.”
“We’ve met a few times.” Erika nodded.
“Erika was nice enough to stop by the hospital last week to see how Annie was doing.” Allie explained.
“Are you going to start coming here?” Julian was skeptical.
“I don’t know. Mom and I are shopping for a church.” Erika gestured towards her mother who was speaking with Mrs. Wilson.
“Why, Hello Julian.” She smiled a greeting to him.
“Hello.” Julian nodded. “It’s good to have you here. Welcome.”
During the sermon, Erika looked up to the cross. Was this why you wanted me, needed me here She asked. Because of the Wilson family as well as Julian? Is this where I belong?
The three walked out of the sanctuary and ambled off to one corner.
“I’m happy to see you here.” Julian beamed. “I hope you find a church, and I hope even more that it will be this church.”
“That would be so great.” Allie agreed.
Erika was aware that Evan was ever present. He gave his sister her privacy, but he seemed always nearby. Almost like a body guard. Well her sister had been shot. Would someone try shooting Allie too? Or was this just a case of a big brother being a big brother. Erika would never know, being and only child.
“I know we go to different high schools and across town from one another.” Allie stated, but I’d like it if you would come hang out with us skater girls some time.”
“I haven’t skated in a long time.” Erika thought back. The last time she or should she say, Eric had used his skate board was before he had discovered Erika. Back before the summer spent at Camp Kumoni. “I’m nowhere close to the level of you and your friends, but I would like that.”
“It’s my turn.” Allie held out her hand. “Let me see your phone.”
Erika handed it over and watched as Allie entered her info in Erika’s contacts.
“Thanks for coming to church with us today.” She handed the phone back.
“Let me know how Annie is doing.” Erika begged.
Allie waved as she and her family started for their car.
“Were they the reason for coming to church today?” Erika’s mother put her arm around her.
“I’m not sure. I think so.” Erika was lost in thought. “Is it stupid that I asked God that very question?”
“Not at all.”
Erika and her mother walked back to their car and headed home.
--oOo--
“You really think you should go to school today?” Erika’s mother was concerned.
“The Doctor said that if I was feeling up to it, that it would be alright.” Erika nodded.
Her mother sighed.
“Mom, I took it easy all weekend. I’m going crazy staying in the house.”
Her mother nodded.
Erika squealed and grabbed her coat and backpack before heading out to Samantha’s car.
“She let you” Samantha smiled.
“Barely.” Erika put on her seatbelt.
“So, what was it like?” Samantha pulled away from the house and headed to Tricia’s house.
Erika explained the best that she could about losing control of her body and waking up with a head ache and every muscle in her body being sore. She cringed as she told some of the details.
“And they think it is because of the brain surgery?”
Erika nodded. “The doctor says that some parts of the brain that were affected during the surgery are trying to heal and that this is one of the side effects.”
Samantha pulled up to Tricia’s house and honked her horn.
A moment later, the blonde dressed in pink bounced out of the front door. A huge smile covered her face when she saw Erika. She slid into the back seat and kissed Erika on the cheek before buckling in.
“Are we on for Christmas shopping after school?” Samantha looked to her two friends.
“Sorry. Dive practice.”
“My mom would freak if I didn’t go home. I’m lucky she let me come to school today.”
“We need to go soon. Christmas is just around the corner.”
“What are your plans?” Tricia asked Erika.
“According to my mother, my grandmother is coming for Christmas.”
“Is that good or bad?” Samantha pulled into the school parking lot.
“I don’t know.” Erika unbuckled. “When my mom and dad got into that huge fight, after mom called the cops on me, she spent a few weeks with my grandmother. When she came back she seemed to have changed her mind, but I just don’t know.”
“Sounds like a good thing.” Tricia got out of the car.
The three girls walked towards the front doors of the school. Erika realized that she didn’t cringe while walking by the flagpole any more. In fact, she barely took notice of it anymore. The thought made her smile.
“There you are.” Victoria greeted them in the hall.
Erka smiled.
“The rumor is that you had a heart attack at the mall.” Victoria giggled. “Should I smash the rumor or let it run?”
Erika shrugged. “I really don’t care.
“You are doing okay, right?”
“Yes.”
“Whew. I was worried about you.” She stated. “Hey, I gotta go. See you at lunch?”
The three nodded.
The three girls walked into Mrs. Anderson’s class and walked back to take their seats.
“Hey spaz.” Jake remarked as Erika passed.
Samantha walking behind Erika Smacked Jacob across the back of the head.
“At least I have an excuse.” Erika snapped. “What’s yours for being a dumb ass?”
Tricia and Samantha giggled as well as several other girls in the class.
“Alright everyone!” Mrs. Anderson started class.” Find your seats and pull out your pencils. Pop quiz.”
A grown went up through the class.
As much as she hated pop quizzes, or dealing with Jacob for that matter, Erika smiled to herself. It was good to be back at school.
Erika's Next Chapter
4
Still not cleared to practice with the squad, Erika was resigned to create even more posters for the various teams. When that was done, she was tasked with starting smaller, more personal posters for the individual players.
Creating such important works of art was quite difficult when all she kept doing is looking up and watching her friends learn and practice routines.
She would have to definitely push the doctors to allow her back on the real rally squad and not the rally squad support. She almost felt like she was the rally squad manager, doing all of the menial tasks for the squad. Sure, she was on the team, well, kind of on the team.
She sighed heavily and finished another poster and set it aside.
“Turn that frown upside down.” Jordon directed. “I know it doesn’t seem like you are doing much, but it is a big help to us. Beside you are so amazing.
“Okay everyone, take a break and hydrate.” Melinda announced to sweaty, tired cheerleaders.
“Having an artist on squad is making our lives a lot easier.” Samantha plopped down next to Erika.
“Boring as hell for me.” Erika argued.
Samantha managed to down the entire bottle of water without guzzling it. In fact, she looked very lady like while she was doing it.
“What are you staring at?” Samantha tossed the bottle into the recycle.
“In camp, you told me not to guzzle water.” Erika explained. “Yet, I just saw you do just that, but you made it look elegant.”
Samantha tried to hide a smile. “It’s all technique.”
“Hi girlfriend.” Krystal and Jorge approached.
“Hey. I shot an email off to Rachel the other day telling her how great you’re doing.” Erika pushed aside the poster boards and markers.
“Isn’t she though?” Jorge stood back and looked Krystal up and down.
“Definitely.” Samantha added.
“Hey, Erika?” Melinda approached with Jordon and Taylor. “Will you be able to join us for the basketball game Saturday?”
Erika mentally ran through her schedule. “I believe so.”
“No doctor appointments?” Melinda clarified.
“Nope.” Erika smiled.
“Fantastic. We have been missing you.” Melinda smiled. “I know it’s been rough with all of your health issues, but we do want you as part of the squad.”
“I’m meeting with my surgeon tonight. I’ll see if I can get cleared to join in with the squad again.”
“Thank you,” Taylor smiled. “We really do need you.”
“See?” Samantha tossed her second empty into the recycle. “You are loved and missed.”
--oOo--
“I’m home.” Erika called out.
“Just in time. We need to get to your doctor’s appointment.” Her mother was already slipping on her coat and grabbing her purse.
Erika dropped her back pack in the entryway and followed her mom back out into the cold, icy weather.
The Doctor’s visit had gone better than she had hoped. Although there was some concern over the seizure, The Doctor gave her permission to join the Rally squad. The other great thing was that her doctor agreed and prescribed hormone blockers. It was the first step in her getting Hormone replacement therapy.
Mrs. Martin pulled into the Olive Garden parking lot. “I love you very much.” She told Erika, but I still don’t like this changing gender thing.”
“I’m sorry, Mom, but it is my life, my choice and if it turns out wrong, my mistake.” Erika entered the restaurant.
“Hi Daddy.” She greeted her father.
“How did the Doctor’s go?” he asked once they were seated.
Erika detailed the information that the doctor had given her. She witnessed her mother shooting her father certain looks of frustration and doubt. Her father however smiled and congratulated her.
“And since I have been cleared for Rally, there is a basketball game this Friday.”
“You’ll be dancing?” her father inquired.
“Probably not too well since I haven’t been able to practice, but yes.”
“Then we will be there.” He looked to his wife and gave her a look that said we are going.
“So, I got an interesting call this afternoon.” Her father shared. “First off, our family photos are ready for pick up. Second, the photographer would like Erika,” He looked at his daughter, “To come back in for a private shoot.”
“What?” her mother questioned.
“She said that Erika photographed very well and would like to shop her pictures around to a few modeling agencies.”
“How much money does she want for that?” her mother rolled her eyes.
“Actually,” her father went on. “Nothing. she even said that she knew a big-time agent back in Los Angeles.”
“And she is willing to do this for free?” Her mother shook her head.
Her father nodded. “That’s what she said.” He looked at his Daughter and held Erika’s gaze. “What do you think? Would you like to try modeling?”
Erika was flabbergasted. She didn’t know what to think. How was all of this possible? She was living her life as a girl, which seven months ago would have been laughed at. She had friends; good friends for the first time in her life. She was of all things on the Rally squad and now she was being asked if she wanted to be a model?
She actually, physically pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t in a dream.
“Seriously, Daddy?”
He nodded. “It’s all up to you.”
“But she is not a real girl.” Mrs. Martin whispered harshly across the table.
“We need to start thinking in terms of her being one.” He admonished.
“But modeling?”
Mr. Martin pulled out his tablet and pulled up a file. “I did some research this afternoon.” He said showing his wife. “These are male models that pose as women, and to be fair I even found a few female models who pose as men.”
“Transvestites.”
“No. professional models. I’m sure that you’d even recognize a few of these from your magazine ads.”
Erika’s mother just shook her head as she looked through the pictures.
Samantha is way prettier than I. she thought. How could they want me?
The rest of dinner went by in a fog. She couldn’t even have told you what she had eaten or if it was any good.
One home, she raced up to her room and called Tricia, then Samantha and Krystal and told them of the photographer’s offer.
She then got on her computer and emailed Rachel, Katie and Danni. Once that was done, she grabbed two pills from her stash under her trash can and quickly swallowed them. With the newly prescribed blockers and these herbs, perhaps she could get a jump start on her eventual goal.
--oOo--
Friday and even though she had always worn her rally uniform on Fridays, she now felt like part of the squad and part of the team again.
Eric had never been to one of the basketball games. The plague would have been hauled out by the upperclassmen as a bad omen or more likely spat upon, had drinks dumped on or worse.
Tonight, was the first home basketball game and Erika’s first as well. The Rally squad watched from the side of the court as the Cheer squad went through their paces, entertaining the gathering crowd.
Since she had been cleared, Erika worked as much as she could on the newer routines, but really couldn’t get them all down as of yet. The ones that she knew she didn’t know, she would stand off to the side and encourage her squad. The ones she had down but now well, well, she just stood out a bit more than the rest of the squad.
The squad was responsible for holding the paper ‘wall’ that the players were to bust through while the cheer leaders made the short tunnel as the band played the fight song.
Erika spotted Tricia sitting next to her parents just a few rows up in the stands. Tricia waved.
Their football team might have been one of the best in the state, their basketball team however was horrible.
When the rally squad wasn’t cheering on the team or trying to get the fans excited, they knelt on the hard floor just outside the court boundaries.
Jordon had warned her to keep an eye on the game at all times because the basketball could be thrown right at them. Erika was thankful for the warning. Twice in the first half she had to dodge a missed pass or tipped ball. She was already starting to get a head ache and was sure being beamed in the face with a basketball would only have made things worse.
At the half, Washington was down by 20 points and looked like they were going to lose by even more. Both cheer and rally squads took the floor. Erika knew enough of this show that she felt comfortable not sticking out too poorly.
They were almost done with their show when the edges of her vision started to gray. The music they were dancing to sounded like it was coming out of the locker rooms with echo upon echo.
Shit she swore to herself. She took a deep breath and kept with the routine. Maybe she was just imagining things. Her vision started to narrow further. Erika stopped and hurried over to where Tricia and her parents were sitting.
The gray was turning to black. Her mother saw the look on her face and jumped up followed by Tricia.
“Are you okay?” Her mother asked.
“Mom it’s……. “Erika’s world dissolved to black. She felt her muscles begin to lock up as she fell.
--- ---- ---
Pete watched as Erika suddenly started to leave the court. Her face was one of confusion and panic.
He’d seen that look plenty of times on his mother’s face. He jumped three bleachers to the floor and Sprinted to where her mother was approaching her. He fell into a slide with his arms up and caught her before she hit the floor. Her body was already ridged and starting to spasm. He quickly lowered her to the gym floor and rolled out the way. “Someone call 911!”
“What?” She could faintly hear her mother as if she was down a very long corridor.
“She’s having a seizure. My mother has them.” Pete stated. “Talk to him….” Eric was Erika now, dummy. “Um Talk to her and keep everything clear.” Pete hoped that no one caught his slip up.
“I’ve got you.” It was her mother’s voice. It seemed a long way off “I’ve got you.” She heard her mother say again. “It’s okay, honey. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Her mother’s voice began to fade away. Erika tried to stay with it, but she wasn’t strong enough silence and true blackness swept over her mind.
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Eric knelt on one end of the living room, Samantha, with shorter hair knelt on the other. Eric’s hands were out in front of him lightly holding Summer’s fingers. The little girl, his daughter stamped her feet and giggled. Eric let go and watched as his little girl wobbled a bit then took a step forward, then another. His heart felt almost as if it was going to explode with love and happiness. The next few steps came even faster as she lunged into her mother’s waiting arms.
“Good girl!” Samantha laughed. “I’ve got you.”
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Jordon did her spin and watched in confusion as Erika left in the middle of their dance. She knew this dance, why was she leaving.
“Oh, my God.” Jordon exclaimed as she watched as Erika’s body seemed to go straight and rigidly fell towards the floor. The nerdy A.V. kid was sliding across the floor, catching her, saving her from hitting the floor.
Holly crap that was cool. What was she thinking? It was horrible. The poor girl was jerking and shaking all over as her mother tried to soothe her.
The other girls on Rally stopped to see why Jordon had stopped.
“Everyone, form a wall around Erika!” Jordon didn’t wait to see if anyone had heard her, she sprinted over to Erika and tried to shield curious eyes. The next thing she knew, all of Rally and Cheer were side by side facing out like buffalo sheltering their young. Guarding from any danger.
“Stay back!” Samantha shooed a curious onlooker.
“An Ambulance is on its way.” one of the game officials called through the wall of cheerleaders.
A middle-aged woman approached Jordon. “I’m a nurse, Let me through.”
Jordon stepped back, then retook her place in the wall.
“There is nothing here to see, people!” the game official was guiding people away.
Jordon looked back to see Erika still lying there. The seizure seemed to be over, but She still lay motionless. He mother had her head cradled in her lap and stroked her hair as the nurse was taking Erika’s pulse and asking questions.
This was her fault. She had pushed to get Erika back to full practice. They were getting ready for competition and Erika was nowhere near ready. She should have just waited. Now her poor friend and squad member was laying helplessly on the floor.
--- --- ---
“I’ve got you.” Her mother said. “I’ve got you. You’re going to be fine. It’s almost over.”
Erika’s head pounded. Her eyes burned
“Sick.” She managed to get out.
“Roll her!” a strange voice commanded.
Erika felt her body being turned even as she felt her stomach heave its contents, then heave again.
“Erika, can you hear me?” the strange voice asked.
“Mmmhmm.”
“Take a deep breath. Try to relax. We’re taking care of you.”
“You are doing well.” Erika, she heard her father’s voice.
“I’ve got you, honey.” Her mother affirmed. “I’ve got you.”
“The paramedics are here.” A voice announced.
Oh, god, I did this in front of the whole school. Now I’ll be teased for this. Perhaps Jake was right. Perhaps I am a ‘spaz’.
Erika felt herself being put onto a stretcher and then wheeled outside. The cold air was almost a blessing. She cracked open her eyes in the dark to see two paramedics, Her parents and Tricia.
“You ride with her.” Her dad instructed her mom. He looked at the very worried Tricia. “Tricia and I will follow in the car.”
Erika closed her eyes again as she was loaded into the back of an ambulance. She was feeling to miserable to protest. Hopefully they would give her some pain killers at the hospital. Her head felt like someone was taking a sledge hammer to it.
“You’re going to feel a squeeze.” The blood pressure cuff began to tighten on her arm. “Do you remember what happened?” the voice asked.
“I started to….. I started to feel like I did the….. the last time.” She swallowed. “Did I really…… have a …..seizure in front of…… the entire school?”
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Her mother’s voice was thick with worry.
It took four hours to finally get released from the hospital. Fortunately, Tricia was allowed in the room with her and her parents. The explanation for the seizures was once again, her brain healing from surgery. The pain meds seemed to help with her head ache. She was given a prescription for some more for the coming day’s muscle pain.
Tricia gave her a huge hug before getting dropped off. “Call me.”
Erika nodded.
When they got home, Erika trudge up to her room and stripped. It may have been very late, but She needed a long, hot shower. Afterwards she lay in her bed and listened as her mother and father spoke in hushed tones. Her mother was crying. She could tell by the change in her voice, her sinuses stuffed up from the tears.
“It’s all my fault.” She sobbed. “I’m the one who made him get the tumor removed. Now he might have to live with seizures.”
“Her.” Erika’s father corrected. “She and her.”
“Whatever. It is my fault.”
“It isn’t your fault. She needed the tumor removed and we could not have known that it would cause seizures.” He insisted. “The doctor has referred her to a Neurologist. I’m sure there are medications that can help with this. You need to stop blaming yourself. We’ll figure this out.”
“I can’t help it.” She cried. “I knew there was something wrong when I saw her face on the basketball court. I…. I ….I couldn’t do anything. She just fell and started convulsing.”
“You did what you needed to do. You spoke to her and reassured her.” Mr. Martin soothed. “I have to say I am pretty impressed with how the rally and cheer squads reacted.”
“Oh?”
“You didn’t see how they created a wall around Erika?”
“I was to focused and worried about Erika.”
Erika, in her nightgown knocked on her parent’s door.
“Yes, Sweetie.” Her father answered.
Erika pushed open the door. She locked her mother’s gaze “I heard you mom.” Her mother winced slightly. “I heard you tell me that ‘You had me’ and that I was ‘going to be all right.” She smiled. “It helped.”
Her mother started crying anew and held out her arms. Erika raced over and was wrapped up in her mother’s arms. She squeezed her tight and then felt her father wrap the two of them up in his.
Erika's Next Chapter
5
Erika’s heart pounded against her chest.
“You’ll be fine.” Samantha assured.
“But everyone saw.” Erika wanted to cry, but now wasn’t the time. She had to walk into school after making a total fool of herself at the basketball game.
“If anyone says anything, just ignore them.” Tricia squeezed her hand. “It is none of their business anyway.”
“We’ve got your back.” Samantha nodded. “All of Cheer, Rally, Victoria. We’ve got you.”
Erika wanted to hug and hug her best friend. But the car was getting cold and they needed to get into school.
The three walked in side by side.
Erika could see and even feel the whispers as she passed.
That’s her, the one who convulsed all over the basketball court
Check out the spaz.
Did you see her at the basketball game?
She didn’t actually hear what people were saying but she could imagine the gossip and rumors flying around school. Her stomach was tying its self in knots. It wasn’t nearly as bad as dealing with things as the plague, but it had shades of those days and times.
The three friends walked into Mrs. Anderson’s class. No one said anything, but many watched as the spaz walked by to take her seat. She was waiting for Jake to say something. He always did, but he seemed as if trying to ignore her.
Once she took her seat, everyone seemed to be looking everywhere but at her.
Erika swallowed the lump in her throat.
Jake got up, turned around and straddled his chair. Resting his arms on the seat back, he laid his chin on his forearm and just looked at Erika.
Erika took a deep breath through her nose and tried to calm her racing heart. Here it comes.
“Hey.” He gave her a weak smile.
“What is it, Jake?” She braced herself.
“Just wanted to know if you are okay.”
Erika just stared at him in shock. Where was the punch line?
“Listen,” he glanced at Samantha then to Tricia. “I may give you a bad time.” He paused, “But it’s only because I like you. I’m sorry that you had a seizure at the basketball game. I’m glad you are alright.” A tight smile touched his lips before he launched himself up, turned around and sat back down as Mrs. Anderson walked in to begin class.
Erika could have been pushed over with a feather. What just happened? Jake….. Jake was just nice to her. Jake the smart ass who went out of his way to tease her had just been sweet. She didn’t realize that she had been holding her breath. She let it out slowly and took two deep ones then looked to Tricia who seemed to be beaming then to Samantha who looked almost as bamboozled as she felt.
Last year, Jake had done some teasing of Eric, the plague, but it wasn’t to the horrible degree that some of the others had, like the football players. Eric did try to leave a wide berth around Jake, and Erika had had some rough times earlier this year with him, but this? It had to be a set up for something. It just had to.
Luckily by the time she made it to lunch the school was mostly over the fact that she had made s spectacle of herself at the game.
Tricia guided her straight to their table. “Sit. I’ll get your food.” She ordered.
“I’m perfectly able to get it.” Erika protested.
“Let her do it.” Samantha sat next to Erika.
“But…”
“There were only two people more scared than Tricia at the game.” Samantha made sure Erika was looking at her. “Your mom and dad. Do you realize, that Tricia was crying on the phone to me for a few hours over the weekend?”
Erika shook her head.
Samantha just nodded.
“Nice half-time show, Spaz.” Greg threw as he walked by.
“Greg!” a math teacher heard his remark. “You will apologize to Ms. Summers and then you will see me after school.”
“But…. Fine.” Greg spun approached the table and looked at Erika. “I’m sorry for my comment, it was uncalled for.”
Erika just glared, she didn’t know what else to do, this Ass Wipe had made Eric’s life hell and had been attempting to do the same to Erika.
“After school.” The teacher reaffirmed.
“Hey Pete.” Samantha called. “Pete, yes you.”
Pete came over to the table. “Feeling better, Erika?” he asked.
Erika nodded.
“Do you remember Pete saving you?” Samantha asked.
“It was very cool.” Jordon agreed joining them.
“It was nothing. I’m just glad I was able to break your fall. You might have ended up with a broken nose or concussion.” He stated.
“Break her fall?” Jordon shook her head. “He was amazing. I don’t know how he knew, but he went sliding across the floor under you, catching you and rolling to the side. It was like something Jackie Chan would do.”
Pete was turning bright red.
“Really?” Erika asked with disbelief.
“I wish we had a recording of it. it was amazing.” Samantha agreed with Jordon. “How did you know?” Samantha asked.
Pete shrugged. “My mom has seizures; I’ve learned what to look for and after hearing about the event at the mall…. My mom calls them events…. Well anyway I saw her face and didn’t realize what I was doing until it was done.
“I think I remember your voice.” Erika smiled up at her hero. “Thank you, Pete.” She touched his hand. She was slightly hurt when he quickly pulled away.
“Oh my God, it’s you!” Tricia almost tossed the tray of food on the table. “You’re the one who saved her.” Tricia threw her arms around the geeky guy and held him in a long, tight embrace. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She pulled back, looked at the poor shocked kid and pulled him back in for another hug. “You are incredible. Thank you.” Tricia let him go this time.
The poor A.V. guy. Even the tips of his ears were red.
“I need to go eat.” Pete made and excuse.
“Eat with us.” Tricia commanded. “Please……”
“Pete.” Erika filled in. Tricia meet my personal hero Pete. Pete meet my girlfriend, Tricia.”
“What would you like to eat?” I’ll go get it.” Tricia hopped up.
“I’m fine.” Pete held up a sack lunch.
“Coffee? Soda?” Tricia went on.
“Sit down Tricia.” Erika directed. “Can’t you see you are embarrassing him?”
“I’m so sorry.” Tricia backed away and took her seat. “You sure I can’t get anything for you?”
“You said that your mom has seizures?” Erika prompted.
Pete nodded. “That’s why when I saw your face, Eric…ka, I kind of went into automatic catch and clear mode.
Erika’s heart skipped a beat. Pete was so flustered that he was forgetting the secret. She hoped that especially Jordon didn’t catch that.
“Catch and clear. I like that.” Erika smiled. “Maybe I’ll use that as my signal, if it happens again.”
Tricia and Samantha both shot Pete and Erika a glance. Erika just nodded her head slightly. Tricia mouthed ‘later’.
“Will it happen again?” Jordon inquired around bites of her yogurt.
“It’s possible.” Erika shrugged. What could she do about it?
“Is it safe for you to be in Rally?” Jordon put forth holding a full spoon inches from her mouth.
“The doctor said to do everything normal. That sometimes there is a trigger and that I’ll start to figure out what it is. He’ll be putting me on medicine to help control anything that might happen. But most likely that it is just my brain healing from the surgery.”
“Pete, how often does your mother have seizures?”
“It all depends. There are times when she has as many as three or four in a day and then she’ll go for weeks without having one.”
“Is she on medication?” Erika asked.
Pete nodded. “She says it helps some.”
The rest of lunch was spent pumping Pete for information.
“Seriously, Pete.” Tricia said. “If you need a favor, just ask.”
--oOo--
As per their schedule. Samantha and Erika waited in the car for Tricia to get out of Dive practice. Finally she slid into the back seat. “Okay, spill.” Tricia directed at Erika. “Pete almost slipped up at lunch. What’s going on?”
“One of my first days of school, when I was just trying to fit in. Greg and Tyler were chasing me, who they thought was Eric down the hall. I ducked into an empty class room but it was the A.V. room and Pete was there. He hid me. He knew me as Eric but said that he wouldn’t tell.” Erika stated. “Lunch was an honest slip up. He said he liked me better as Erika.”
“He must like you, cuz that was an incredible save he did with you.”
“Pete had always been a great guy. He just prefers technology to human interaction.” Erika stated.
“Well, he interacted with humans enough to go to the basketball game and then see and understand what was going on with you.” Tricia buckled up. “I’m tired and hungry.”
--oOo--
“Mom?” Erika called from her bedroom. “Do I put makeup on?”
“You know? I’m not sure.” She leaned against the bedroom door frame. “I’d say put your normal amount on. If they want to fix it, they can. But make sure to bring your makeup with you.”
Erika nodded.
“How many outfits are you bringing?”
“Three.” Erika answered. “Is that enough?”
Her mother shrugged her shoulders. “This is all new to me too. Are you about ready to go?”
“I just need to put on my makeup. I’ll need ten minutes.”
Erika was still having a hard time wrapping her head around this whole modeling thing. The photographer had asked for her to sit for some photos today which she would then shop around with agencies and local businesses.
She finished brushing her eyelashes with the mascara wand and looked in the mirror. Her bangs were in need of a trim. She would have to ask her mother if she could get in with Sasha. Come to think of it, Tricia’s adorable fauxhawk pixie needed to be cut again. She mentally added a visit to Sasha as something to do before Christmas.
She double checked that she had the three outfits and everything she needed to go with them; earrings, shoes etc… She stuffed her makeup bag in the garment bag with everything else and hauled it down stairs. She slid into her ankle boots, pulled on her coat and joined her mother in the car.
“Hello, Erika?” a tall woman with dread locks greeted.
“Yes.” Erika answered. Well she did look like an artist. Strange layering of clothes, long dreadlocks, a nose ring and a few tattoos on her fore arms.
“I’m Bobbie.” She smiled. “I’m so glad that you came in. “Mrs. Martin.” She took Erika’s moms hand in greeting. “When I was going over the family photos, I was entranced with you.” She directed to Erika. “You have such enchanting eyes. I just had to give you a call and ask you to sit for me.”
Erika flushed. “I’m flattered.”
“Please, the two of you, come with me.” Bobbie led them through a set of doors to where they had done their family photos. She then took them through another set of doors into a much larger studio with many more lights, settings and props.
“Wow. I didn’t know this was back here.” Erika looked around in wonder.
“It’s for special shoots.” Bobbie explained. “I see you brought some clothes, great. I’ll be doing mostly torso and face shots, but I’ll need some body shots as well.”
“Just to be clear. There won’t be any explicit photos will there?”
“Heavens no.” Bobbie grinned. “First, she is a minor, It’s against the law. And second, I don’t work in that kind of field.
“Your makeup looks good, but I’ll have you put on a bit more. The camera tends to wash things out.”
Erika bit her lower lip, looking nervous.
“Tell you what.” I’ll help you out.” Bobbie laid a hand on her shoulder. “Mrs. Martin ….”
“Please, Nancy.”
“Nancy.” Bobbie smiled. “Please have a seat over here and make yourself comfortable. There is a Keurig over here with tea and coffee. You’ll be able to watch us as we prepare Erika.”
Bobbie led Erika over to a makeup counter with mirror and lights, just like she’d seen in movies. She switched on the lights which made Erika flinch until she became to the brightness.
Bobbie went through Erika’s makeup and helped her apply what she thought would look right for the pictures. Erika was starting to question Bobbie’s advice when the photographer stood back and smiled. “That will look amazing. Shall we start?”
“Sure.” Erika stepped away from the bright lights and mirror. “Is what I’m wearing okay?”
“It’s perfect for this first step. After all, we have to get comfortable with one another. Before we have you go changing.” Bobbie looked over at Erika’s mother. “Are you comfortable, Nancy?”
Her mother nodded with a smile.
“Okay, we are going to turn on some music, it’ll help you to move and hit poses.”
After just a few minutes, Bobbie asked her to loosen up. She was too stiff as if she was posing for senior pictures.
“Move some more, flick your hair, flirt with the camera. Pretend that the camera is your boyfriend.”
Erika grimaced.
“Okay, pretend that it is your girlfriend then.” Bobbie seemed unaffected by her preferences.
After a few more minutes Bobbie called a halt. “Do you have an outfit that you’d be more comfortable in?”” she asked.
“Sure.” Erika grabbed her bag. “Do you have a dressing room?”
Bobbie smirked. “If you are shy, you can use the bathroom.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Erika saw her mother start to get up.
“I’ve just never done this before.” She said. “I’ll be right back.”
A few moments later, Erika came back wearing a knee length, royal blue , pleated skirt and a white long sleeved blouse with lace that covered her cleavage and shoulders. She smiled to herself as her black three inch heels clicked across the floor.
“this is what you call more comfortable?” Bobbie raised an eyebrow.
Erika nodded with a smile. “I Like being a girl.”
“Okay. Shall we continue?”
Erika did feel more relaxed now, and Bobbie seemed to notice. After a few minutes, she called for a stop.
There are a bunch of props over there, how about you choose one.”
A few minutes later Erika came back with a bouquet of flowers. They may have been fake, but none but a trained eye would have been able to tell.
“Oooh, that’s good.” Bobbie smiled as Erika stuck a few poses. “Now you are getting the hang of it.”
Bobbie kept telling her how pretty she was, how amazing she was. Erika felt like she was glowing from all of the praise.
“Okay, good.” She lowered the camera. “let’s call that a wrap.” She plugged a cord from a laptop into the camera and pushed a couple buttons. “Oh, you can change if you want. This will only take a moment.”
“I’m fine.” Erika stated.
“Well then, here is your copy.” She handed the thumb drive to her mother. “Your husband requested it.” She turned back to Erika. “it was a pleasure meeting and working with you. Once we were able to break the ice, you were amazing. I’m sure we will be able to find you an agent and even a job or two soon.
“You really think so?” Mrs. Martin asked.
Bobbie locked her gaze. “I do.”
Erika switched out of her heels and back into her ankle boots, it was too icy outside to risk falling or twisting an ankle.
“You did very well.” Her mother told her once they reached the car. “what made you pick the flowers?”
“They were pretty and I thought they would go well with this outfit. Was that wrong?”
“No. it was just an unexpected choice. That’s all. You ready to see Dr. Barts?”
Erika shrugged “I guess.” In truth, she was excited and a little nervous to see her psychologist. She needed to talk to her about the visions that she was having during her ‘events’ as Pete called them. It sounded better than seizures.
“How are you, Erika?”
“honestly, on one level, I’m doing great. On another not so well.”
“I heard that you have had a couple of seizures.”
Erika nodded. “is it true what the Dr. said about them being caused by my brain healing?”
“Do you think that the Dr. would lie to you?”
“No, but sometimes they don’t always tell the whole truth either.”
“Do you have a concern?”
“A little.” She bit her bottom lip. “what if it never heals, and I have these seizures for the rest of my life?” her voice began to tremble. She took a deep breath. “they are not fun. They put me out of commission for at least a day.”
“I Won’t lie to you Erika, there is always the possibility that you may have these for the rest of your life. We just don’t know enough about the brain to know for sure. The good news is that there is medication out there that will help control it. Erika,” Dr. Barts made sure she had Erika’s attention. “I think you made the correct, adult, decision on having the tumor removed. No one could have foreseen the seizures as a side effect.”
Erika nodded fighting back tears.
“I’d like to tell you something in confidence. You can’t use this or say anything about this later, okay?”
Erika nodded
“I’ll need a verbal promise.”
“I promise.
Dr. Bart’s paused for a moment. “Your mother is having a hard time. She knows that getting the tumor removed was the right thing, but she feels guilty and slightly responsible for your seizures, by pressuring you to have the surgery.”
“I can tell.”
“Do you feel that she is responsible?”
“No.”
“it might go a long way in your relationship if you explained that to her.”
“Okay.” Erika agreed. “Dr. Barts? Do people experience hallucinations when having a seizure?”
“I’ve heard of such things, it’s possible. Have you experienced one?”
Erika described her two visions while having the seizures.
“They seemed so real. I felt what he felt saw what he saw.”
“interesting.” She remarked “as a psychologist I’d say that it is brought about by your subconscious. Perhaps a buried yearning of being a man with a family.”
“Seriously?”
“It’s possible. Remember the brain is the least understood devise known to man.”
Erika was frustrated. How could any part of her brain want to be a man? Been there done that. Being a girl was far better.
Erika dragged all of her stuff back upstairs. She changed out of her skirt and blouse hanging them back in the closet for later use. She reached under her trash can and retrieved two pills and quickly swallowed them before calling Tricia and Samantha and telling them all about the photo shoot.
“Erika,” her mother called. “I could use some help with dinner.”
“Gotta go. See you tomorrow.” She hung up. “Coming!
Erika's Next Chapter
6
“Mom, could you help me?” Erika knocked on her mother’s door.
“Sure, what do you need?”
“Can you put my hair in pigtails? I can’t seem to get them even.”
“Sit down.” She took the proffered brush and began brushing through Erika’s curls.
“What do you want for Christmas?” she winced as her mom pulled hard.
“For my family to be happy.”
“I am happy, mom.” Erika stated. “I’m happier than I have been in years.”
“Are you?” her mother began wrapping an elastic around one section of hair.
Erika fought the need to nod her head. “yes. I have great friends, a girlfriend, I can finally relax at school because I’m not getting picked on so my grades are belter. And a mother and father who love me. Even if they aren’t thrilled with some of my choices.”
Her mother stopped for a moment then continued with her hair.
“I want you to be happy, Erika, I just don’t always think this choice is the right one.” She finished her pigtails.
“I know momma.”
“I wanted a girl too.” Her mother wrapped her arms around her. “In fact, soon after you were born, I got pregnant again.” She sighed. “I Had a miss carriage in the fifth month. It was to be a girl.”
Erika turned and looked at her mother’s sad face. “I didn’t know that.”
“it’s a hurtful subject and many people don’t like to talk about it.”
Erika wrapped her arms around her mother and squeezed. “That must have been horrible.”
“I couldn’t dwell on it. “I had a precocious little boy to look after.” She gave Erika a weak smile.
“now you have had both.” Erika got up
“It’s not the same.”
Erika didn’t hear that last part, she had already left the room. She went back to her bathroom and pulled out two long ribbons which she tied around each sprig of hair. She applied her mascara and combed down her bangs so that her eyelashes occasionally brushed them.
Okay, mom, we’re going shopping. “Erika announced when she heard Samantha’s horn honk.
Erika huddled down into her coat against the sharp, cutting cold. She nearly broke all records for the fastest car entry.
“Let’s go”
“We should have done this a few weeks ago.” Samantha whined. “the mall is going to be packed.
“It’ll be more festive.” Tricia corrected
Erika could hardly believe just how crowded the mall was. There was a line of cars just trying to get into the parking lot. After close to thirty minutes they finally found a parking space in the very back of the lot. It was going to be a long cold walk to get inside the mall
Tricia took her hand as the trudged across the parking lot. “how are you feeling today?” she asked.
“Good, why?”
“The last time we were here you had your first seizure.”
“I was trying to forget.” Erika sighed.
“You’ve been quiet in the car. What’s going on in that brain of yours?”
“My mom and I had a moment while She was doing my hair.”
“It’s very cute.”
Erika smiled “she told me that after I was born that she miscarried a little girl.”
“Oooh, That’s rough.” Samantha joined them
Tricia gave her hand a lingering squeeze.
“She said that she ‘didn’t dwell on it’. My becoming Erika probably brought up some hidden emotions.”
“You think that is why she rejected you at first?” Samantha asked.
Erika shook her head. “I don’t know. “
“How are you doing with this information? “
Erika shrugged. A little sad, but I was too young to know and she was never born, so…. I don’t know what to feel.”
Walking through the doors of the mall was like being slapped in the face by a cacophony of noise. The Christmas music was nearly drowned out by screaming kids, women heals clicking on the tile, and thousands of people talking and calling out to one another. It was so mad, that she and Tricia came to an abrupt halt just inside the door
“holy crap!” Tricia gasped.
“Still think its festive?” Samantha snickered.
The people were moving like a massive herd of water buffalo like she had seen on Animal Planet, surging and morphing, ever on the move.
With her eyes wide with fear she turned to Samantha. “Where do we go?”
“Stay behind me. Hold on to this,” She handed Tricia an end to a belt on her coat.
Samantha charged in with no fear. The two others felt like they were hanging on for dear life.
The girls, working their way through the crowd went from store to store. Erika was starting to get frustrated. She was having a difficult time finding her mother and father something for Christmas. She had found a few things that caught her eye, but nothing that was perfect. Of course, she found lots of things that she liked for herself.
They were closing in on the food court when Erika spotted Santa sitting in a large chair while screaming kids were placed on his lap for pictures.
“That’s it!” she exclaimed. “I’ll get my photo with Santa for my parents”
“Look at the line,” Trisha groaned.
“Sorry, but this will be my only chance.” Erika begged.
“We can get our picture together.” Samantha grinned.
The three friends queued up in the serpentine line. Erika realized that the line was approaching the fountain that Eric had been pushed into. Her heart started to beat faster and she began looking around more and more as they crept closer and closer.
“What is wrong?” Tricia whispered in her ear.
“Just before school started, I was pushed into that fountain.” Erika quickly told her the story of that horrific day, of the raccoon eyes, of her mother’s dismissal.
Tricia gave her a long, gentle embrace, slowly rubbing her back. “that won’t happen today. We are getting our pictures with Santa.” She pulled back and gave Erika a loving smile.
“Hey guys,” Samantha got their attention. “look who’s in line.” She pointed, “Weird Stephanie.”
“The one who always wears cats on her clothes?” Tricia searched through the queue behind them.
“That’s the one. She’s in my chemistry class.” Samantha shivered. “She gives me the creeps.”
Sorrow and embarrassment boiled up in Erika. Especially when she started to snicker. Then she just got mad at herself. “leave her alone Sam.” She pointedly used the name Samantha hated. She lowered her voice. “I was like her last year. Did you say things like that about me?”
“Of course, not.” Samantha went on the defensive.
“Cut her some slack. Her mother is poor and probably has to make her clothes.” Erika scowled at her friend. “I can only imagine what your friends said about me.”
Samantha blanched and looked away.
Erika immediately regretted how that came out her mouth. She touched Samantha’s arm. “I’m sorry. That came out harsher than I thought.”
“No, you are right.” Samantha forced a smile. “It’s just, sometimes I forget that you were in that position.”
“Next.” Santa’s helper called.
Erika explained that she wanted a solo picture and then one with all three.
This had to have been the best Santa she had ever seen. He didn’t wear the typical red Santa jacket and pants, but instead wore a soft flannel shirt with a Christmas print and velvet short pants. Something Santa might wear around the house. His hair and beard were real, all though his hair was looking sparse, his beard was long, and fluffy.
Erika slid off her coat and handed it to Tricia. She wore a red sweater dress over white tights and black flats.
“Oh, my goodness you look adorable.” Tricia squealed.
Erika flushed red, but was pleased.
As she was walking up to the Jolly elf, she realized that as a boy she would have been too embarrassed to have gotten in line let alone have her picture taken with him. The thought thrilled her more than she’d have thought.
“Ho, ho, ho.” He greeted. “Have you been a good girl this year?”
Erika grinned, “what would be the fun in that, Santa?” She shrugged her shoulders.
St. Nick lost his ho,hos and chuckled.
Erika smiled for the picture, but it was quite difficult because the elf became more dirty than jolly.
Once the picture was taken, Erika wagged her finger “I’m telling Mrs. Clause.”
Tricia and Samantha joined her, all gathering close to the dirty Santa.
Once the picture was taken, the girls went to the purchasing counter.
A scream followed by a splash and laughing captured their attention. Erika looked over to see a soaking wet Stephanie struggling to get out of the very fountain that Eric had been pushed into.
Racing through the throng of people, she made out the backs of Greg and Tyler.
Erika hurried over to Stephanie and took the girls hand and helped her out.
“Are you alright?” Erika was fighting flashbacks of her own.
Sputtering and crying, Stephanie hissed, “You did this to me!”
“What? No.” Erika blanched.
“It was those two jerks, Greg and Tyler.” Tricia appeared next to her.
“I know who you are, plague.” Stephanie growled “ever since You disappeared, I have been their target. This!” She screamed looking down at her soaking clothes. “This is your fault!”
Erika turned white. If Samantha hadn’t caught her arm, she as certain that she’d have crumpled to the floor “This is not your fault.” She insisted in Erika’s ear.
Erika took a deep breath and steeled herself. “Let’s get you dried off.” Her calm voice had an edge to it as she began pulling Stephanie towards the bathroom.
“What are you doing? “Tricia demanded, “She knows.”
Mall security showed up “what is happening here.”
“Two thugs pushed her into the fountain!” Samantha pointed the direction the two football players escaped.
“Officer, could you please bring some towels to the bathroom?” Erika asked .
“Why? Tricia said under her breath.
“We’ll need to take a statement.” the officer stated.
“After she is dry.” Samantha told him. She followed Erika dragging Stephanie.”
“Leave me alone.” Stephanie tried pulling her hand away.
“We are trying to help.” Erika pushed her towards the sink.
“I don’t want your help, Eric.”
Erika flinched.
“Just leave her alone, Erika.” Tricia pulled on Erika’s arm.
Erika looked really hard at Stephanie. She pitied the girl, no she empathized with her, but why didn’t she want any help? She knew who she was, or had been the plague, perhaps knew for a while and hadn’t outed her. To come right down to it, Stephanie was a loose end and Erika needed to figure out why Stephanie hadn’t blown her new identity.
Erika turned on Tricia. “I told you that I was in this same situation just a few months ago, instead of anyone helping me, everyone laughed. I’m not going to let another suffer what I have.”
“But she said she doesn’t want your help?”
“I don’t care.” She turned back to Stephanie, “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.” Erika reached out.
“Don’t touch me, pervert.” Stephanie batted her hand away.
“Towels are here.” Samantha came in.
Erika turned towards Samantha, gave Tricia a glance. “Please help her. I’ll go outside. She obviously doesn’t want my help.” She bit her lower lip.
Tricia rolled her eyes, but accepted a towel from Samantha.
Erika pushed her way out of the bathroom and leaned against the wall. She looked to the heavens with closed eyes. Is this what my life will be? Always fighting uphill? Always the outcast?
“Excuse me miss.” The security guard approached, “How long will this take?”
“As long as it does! She was just humiliated in your mall,” Erika lost her temper.
The guard put up his hand and in defense and backed away.
Erika was a little surprised at her own boldness. Eric would have shrunk in on himself and taken a submissive position. Erika however seemed to be finding her own voice.
A few minutes later her curiosity got the best of her. She stuck her head into the bathroom door. “How’s it going?” she asked above the sound of the air dryers.
Tricia shrugged, “You need to stay out.” She shooed Erika away.
Erika went back to her spot on the wall. The security guy took so step towards her, but retreated with the gaze Erika shot his way.
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When the three finally emerged, Stephanie’s long dark hair had been French braided, her sweater no longer dripping wet was still damp as well as her pants which she wrapped a towel around. Tricia looked to have done Stephanie’s makeup which looked a bit heavier than Stephanie normally wore it.
The look she gave Erika wasn’t as full of hate, but it wasn’t friendly either. In silence, the security guard walked them to the security office. Erika took up the rear. After giving their statements, the girls left.
“Do you need a ride home?” Samantha offered.
Stephanie shook her head, “I drove.”
“We’ll walk you to your car.” Erika instructed.
“I’m fine.” Stephanie’s voice was heated, but sounded more emotionally drained.
“Well are going to make sure those ass holes don’t try something else.” Erika insisted.
It was just as cold out as it was when they had come in. Erika felt for Stephanie in her still damp clothes.
“why?” Stephanie asked Erika.
“Why what?” Erika needed more
“Why are you dressing like a girl? Why would you want to be a girl? And why would you help me?”
Erika was silent for a few seconds. “Those first two questions are the reason why I am seeing a psychologist.” She paused. “I know what it is like being bullied, having to always be looking over your shoulder, trying to remain invisible so as to not attract more bad attention. Luckily, I found two incredible people who decided to help me. Stephanie, I’m sorry that you are getting bullied. I didn’t know. Now that I do, I’ll do my best to help.”
“Me too.” Samantha stated. “I’m tired of those immature Neanderthal ruining people’s lives.”
“Stephanie, you’ll keep Erica’s secret, won’t you?” Tricia pleaded.
Stephanie looked at each in turn. “I haven’t decided yet.” She stood next to an old beat up car. “I need to go home.”
Erika waved good bye and the three walked to Samantha’s car.
“Damn!” Erika pulled up. “I forgot our pictures.”
“Call and ask them to hold them for you.” Samantha got into the car.
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7
“How did shopping go?” Erica’s mother asked at the dinner table.
“It was so crowded; it was impossible to shop.” Erika tucked into her steaming bowl of chili.
“I heard from the photographer.” her father looked at her mother. “It seems that Erika has got her first client. If she wants it.”
Erika looked in askance at her mom. “Can I mom?”
Her mother looked from her to her father “Do they know that she is…. “
“I hardly think it matters.” Her father finished.
“Couldn’t it be fraud, or false advertising?”
“Who would know?” He raised an eyebrow, “It’s not like she’ll be modeling lingerie, or bathing suits.”
“When?” Erika was so excited, she almost bounced in her seat.
“Bobbie is scheduling you for after school in a couple of days. It might interfere with rally.” He warned.
Erica’s face fell. “I’m already a liability to the squad. Can she do it another time?”
“I’ll check.”
“Um, what will she be modeling for, exactly?”
“I’m not exactly sure. I was told it was for a local company.”
“What should I wear?”
“Bobbie said that wardrobe, hair and makeup would be provided.”
Erika had to swallow a squeal. Her mother would not approve of such at the dinner table.
Erika didn’t taste her food; she was so excited to tell Tricia and Samantha. She was about to head upstairs when her mother brought her to a stop.
“I cooked, young lady, you clean.”
Erika groaned and stomped into the kitchen. At least it wasn’t spaghetti night. Spaghetti sauce usually, somehow ended up everywhere.
Erika rinsed the last pot and set it aside to dry. “Good?” she asked her mother.
“Yes, thank you. “
Erika raced very unladylike up to her bedroom and called her friends.
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Her dad knocked on the door before entering, “I just got off the phone with Bobbie. Your shoot is scheduled for Saturday morning. I’ll drive you there.”
Erika jumped up and hugged her father, “Thank you, Daddy.”
“It sounds exciting, doesn’t it?”
Erika nodded.
“Okay, good night.”
Erika started to get ready for bed, but decided she should probably shave. Going 2 days without shaving was one thing. Any more than that would feel disgusting, and it had already been two.
Shaving one’s legs was time consuming, but Erika couldn’t figure out why so many girls complained about it. How could anyone not like the feeling of satin smooth legs? Especially slipping in to clean sheets right after.
Erika’s mind Was too excited to sleep. She was going to be a model. Eight months ago, she was Eric, the plague. Defiled, spit upon, unaccepted by his peers. A loner without purpose, destined to be a nobody. Six months ago, he had been kicked to summer camp to suffer at the hands of who knows, only to be saved by his best friend’s sister, who promised a safe summer, but he’d have to dress and take on the persona of a girl. How could Eric have known that not only did he feel safe, but that he enjoyed being a girl. Eric went to school as Erika and with the help of her friends was able to switch identities. It seems that she has passed so well that she was now starting a career as a model. It sounded too good to be true, it sounded like a strange story one would find on some story website.
Erika finally drifted off to sleep
Erika found herself in a large warehouse. Larger than the one that Bobbie had used for her first photo shoot. Three back drop areas had been set up one white, one a green screen, and the last a winter Wonderland with fake trees dotting its area.
“Erika, darling, you’ve made it” Sasha held his hands out in greeting. “You look fabulous.”
“Sasha,” Erika kissed both of his cheeks.
Erika found herself sitting in front of the brightly lit dressing mirror, her hair was full of voluminous curls, her makeup a work of art.
“We are ready for you Ms. Summers Bobbie smiled from the camera in front of the white backdrop. Wearing a bejeweled evening gown, Erika paraded over as smooth as if she was sliding on ice even though she was wearing five-inch stiletto heels. She turned with a whip of her hips and the train of the gown swirled into place around her ankles.
“Perfect.” Bobbie gushed.
Large fans came on and gentle breeze moved her hair as she moved and posed.
Smoke wafted in with the gentle breeze created by the fans. At first, she thought someone was barbecuing, but the smell wasn’t right. She continued moving and posing, she was a professional after all. The loud beeping of a delivery truck sounded just out of sight. This was a photo shoot; didn’t people know to keep those kinds of noises away? The smell became thicker, stronger. She suppressed a cough and hit another pose. The sound of the delivery truck relented. How far was it having to back up? This was becoming ridiculous.
“This is becoming unbearable; will someone please find out where that smoke is coming from? And turn off that blasted alarm!”
No one answered. The smell became stronger. She could no longer contain it. She began coughing,
“Someone please turn off that alarm and do something about this smoke!” she coughed more violently.
A loud smashing of glass jarred Erika awake. Her room was full of smoke but what looked like a flashlight tried to penetrate through it.
“I’ve got her.” A muffled voice called. “Erika! I’m with the fire department, I’m here to get you out!”
Erika’s mind was in a fog and trying to run a million miles per hour. The smoke she was breathing in was making anything but breathing a priority. Fire?
“Mom! Dad!” she called out and caused another coughing fit.
“They are safe outside.” The fire fighter scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards her window which had been shattered. The difference in air quality was a blessing as well as a curse. Even though it was fresh air, it was freezing cold out and all she had on were her pajamas.
Although muffled by her bedroom door, Erika could hear the roar, crackling and popping of an enormous fire.
“Are you able to climb down this ladder?” the fireman asked.
Erika looked out of her window to the very tall ladder reaching up from the ground below. Another firefighter was half way down the ladder and looking up, watching her and his team member.
Erika had another coughing spell, but nodded. She after all was a monkey when it came to climbing through rope ladders, bridges and obstacles.
The firefighter helped her on to the ladder and she quickly repelled down, one wrung at a time as the other firefighter regressed as she went.
She cursed the fact that she didn’t have time to put on her slippers or shoes. Even socks would have been a help against the ice-cold ladder.
Erika gulped in more fresh air and coughed out smoke that seemed to linger in her lungs. How did smokers do this to their lungs on purpose?
The ground was just as cold as the ladder. Erika bounced from one foot to the other trying to keep her feet from too much pain.
Erika looked up at the house which was lit by the lights of emergency vehicles and street lights. Dark smoke billowed from her house skyward. Light and shadow flickered about through the windows as flames continued to eat up her home.
She was numb. She knew this feeling, or a feeling like it, it was the numbness of the flagpole incident, the pushed into a fountain in a mall numb. The I can’t allow myself to feel, or I’ll go insane numb.
“I’m going to carry you out to the front, Darling. You aren’t wearing any shoes.” The firefighter beside her informed before he effortlessly scooped her up into his strong arms and strode with purpose around the side of the house.
A cacophony of chaos crashed down upon her as they rounded to the front of the house. Fire trucks, ambulances, police cars and many people in uniform running around. She frantically searched for her mom and dad.
With a second scan of the helter-skelter, and squinting through the bright lights, she found her parents by the ambulance.
“Erika!” her mother called out, “Oh thank God you’re alright!”
The firefighter set her down on the iced over blacktop not far from her parents.
“Momma, Daddy.” She called.
“We couldn’t get to you.” Her mother began to sob. “We tried yelling to wake you, but you didn’t respond. I…. I…. I thought I had lost you.” Her mother wrapped her up in her arms hugging her.
“I’m okay momma.” Erika tried to disengage from her mother’s death grip.
Finally, her mother let her go. Erika looked from her to her father. Both of their faces were black with soot and streaked from tears.
Her father removed an oxygen mask and pulled her into a hug as well. “I couldn’t reach you. Our bedroom was blocked off by the fire. Oh, sweet heart. I am so glad to see you.”
“Sit up here.” A paramedic instructed. “I’ve got a blanket for your legs and I’ll need to take your vitals.
“What happened?” Erika asked.
“We aren’t sure.” Her father shrugged, tears still glistened in his eyes. “The smoke detector woke us up. By the time I reached our bedroom door the fire had cut us off from you.”
“What started the fire?” she scanned both of her parents.
Her father shook his head as her mother clung to his arm.
“I’ll need you to put this on and breathe for a few minutes the paramedic handed Erika an oxygen mask.
Erika looked over to see large sprays of water dousing flames that had erupted through the roof of the house.
“My stuff.” Erika’s heart hurt. “My computer, my clothes, my medication.”
“Everything can be replaced.” Her father sighed.
“Our photo albums, our genealogy,” her mother paused then started sobbing. “My grandmother’s china.”
Suddenly her computer and clothing didn’t seem like a lost. Her mother’s family keepsakes, passed down through the generations were currently in what used to be one of her few safe havens.
Her father took a deep breath and let out a long sigh that bordered on a heart wrenching sob. “We are all alive. Nothing else is important.”
“But daddy, your grandfather’s war medals, his letters.” Erika’s chest felt like it was going to burst.
“Oh, no.” Erika’s mother wailed. “You grandparent’s letters.”
Her father pulled her mother in to a very tight embrace. “It doesn’t matter.” He stated. “It doesn’t matter.” He repeated as if to reinforce it to himself.
Erika tore off her mask and joined her father’s embrace.
Erika's next Chapter
8
“Erika, it’s time to get up.” She heard her mother’s voice over the rumble of a semi passing by on the freeway.
She opened her eyes. “I was hoping it was all a bad dream.” Erika wanted to cry again but her eyes were cried out.
“I know, sweetie.” Her mother sat down on the bed and brushed her bangs out of her eyes. “Time to see Sasha again.” She stated. “Did you get any sleep?”
Erika shook her head. Some of her bangs fell back into her eyes. “Maybe an hour or two. What happens now? We can’t live in a hotel forever.”
“Your father is talking to the fire department and insurance company as we speak.”
“My phone.” Erika moaned. “Damn it, I wasn’t able to get my phone. I don’t have any of my friend’s numbers. What if they are trying to get ahold of me? How am I going to get ahold of them?”
Her mother tried to soothe her. “We will all be getting new phones today.”
Erika brightened a little bit. “Can I get the new Android?”
Her mother smiled, “We’ll have to ask you father. I’m not sure what all our insurance will cover.” She looked down at Erika. “We will have to get us at least a week’s worth of clothes.”
“My Rally squad uniform was in my closet.” Erika closed her eyes and groaned. “Melanie and Taylor are going to kill me.”
“You couldn’t have foreseen this happening.” Her mother sighed. “I’m sure they and the school will understand.”
“Speaking of which.” Erika searched the hotel room for a clock. She finally spotted it’s red digital numbers. “I take it I’m not going to school today.”
Her mother shook her head. “We all had a rough night, we all need clothes and to figure out what our immediate needs are, then we can work from there.”
Erika rolled over then smiled. “At least I had my breast forms on.”
Her mother rolled her eyes and smiled. Erika giggled.
“Okay, young lady. I’ve already had my shower. It’s your turn. I’ll go get your pajamas from the dryer. Unfortunately, we will be going to our first store in our PJs.”
“I had a shower a few hours ago,” Erika wrapped a sheet around her as she got out of bed.
“That was to get the soot and grime off, this will help make you feel clean and refreshed. We are going to be very busy over the next few days.”
Erika sighed as she walked into the hotel room bathroom.
Her mother was correct, the shower ended up being just the thing to help wake her up and make her feel fresh. As she dried herself, she checked the edges of her breast forms. She was okay for a couple of days, but she’d have to order some glue as soon as she found a computer and credit card. She didn’t sleep in her gaff therefore, it too had burned up. Something else she’d have to replace. She’d just have to be careful.
Scrunching her hair while looking in the mirror, Erika added makeup to one of the first things she’d have to replace, along with regular hygiene stuff.
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“It’s only to get something to wear to get out of our pajamas.” Her mother promised.
“It’s still Wal-Mart.” Erika protested.
“I don’t want us traipsing through one of the nice department stores in our underwear. “We’ll just get one outfit and some toiletries.”
Erika rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She pushed open the door and immediately wished for her coat. Her feet were still cold, but her mother had purchased some cheap flip-flops for her until they were able to get clothing.
Her father had come back from his meeting with the fire department and insurance company. He set two flip phones on the table and flopped into the chair.
“What are these?” Erika picked one up. “These are so…. so, archaic.”
“They are temporary.” He rubbed at his red, overly tired eyes. “Our numbers have all been programed in already. We’ll look into getting real phones in the next day or two.”
“How did it go?” her mother inquired.
“As well as can be expected.” Her father yawned. “I need a nap.”
“Were you able to go to the bank?” her mother approached her father from behind and began rubbing his shoulders and the back of his neck.
“Yes.” He pulled out an envelope. “I guess we are getting Christmas early this year. Just get the basics for now. New credit cards have been ordered. The bank put a rush on it, but it will still be a few days, but more likely a week. The insurance company still has to do an investigation and paperwork before they write us a check.”
“I used the hotel phone and called our Doctors. I’ll be picking up all of our meds this later.”
“Even my blockers?” Erika was concerned.
Her mother nodded. “Yes, even your blockers.”
“Thank you.”
“Honey, you take a nap for a few hours. Erika and I’ll go get started on getting some clothing.” She helped her husband to his feet and wrapped her arms around him. “I Love you. I don’t know what I would do if I had lost you.” She looked over to Erika. “Either one of you.” She held her arm out for Erika to join them.
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Erika did her best to run in grab what she needed and got out of Wal-Mart. She exited the store wearing some skinny jeans, a soft blue hoodie, new bra and panties, socks, and a pair of white ‘Keds’ looking knock off tennis.
“Mom?” Erika looked thoughtful as they pulled out of the parking lot. “Can we drive by the house?”
Her mother shook her head, “Your father said it wouldn’t be a good idea. He said that the fire department is still keeping an eye on it to make sure that the fire is out.”
“Just to look at it?” She inquired.
“I really don’t think it would be a good idea, honey. Perhaps tomorrow.”
Erika sighed. “It sucks that they cut the rope course.”
“They had to make sure that the fire wouldn’t spread.”
“I know, but it still sucks.”
Her mother put her hand on Erika’s knee. “This whole thing sucks, honey. But we have each other.”
Erika looked out the window, wishing she had her phone instead of the outdated one that they were to use temporarily.
“You hungry?” her mother asked.
“No, Thanks.” Erika shrugged.
“Okay, lets hit up Macy’s for some clothes.”
Erika nodded. She really wanted Samantha to be the one to go shopping with her. But she doubted that her mother would have just given her money to run off with her girlfriends with.
“I know how we can make this fun.” Her mother smiled at her.
Erika wanted to roll her eyes. “What?”
“You are going to pick out an outfit for me, and I’m going to pick one out for you.”
“Huh?”
“One complete outfit.” Her mother nodded. “We will see how one would like to see the other. We can wear them out to dinner tonight with your father.”
Erika thought for a moment. It would be kind of fun to pick out something for her mother. It wasn’t like her mother wore frumpy house dresses or anything, but it could be fun. “On one condition,” Erika stated. “You aren’t dressing me in boy clothes.”
“I promise.” Her mother’s smile got bigger. “And you won’t make me look like a hooker.”
“Mom.” Erika protested.
“I’m just saying.” She pulled the car up to valet parking. Although still crowded, it was nowhere near as busy as it had been the other day.
“What is my budget?” Erika asked as the two entered the store.
“We need to only get the essentials at this time. Your father wiped out the savings so that we can get some clothes. We’ll be limited on money until the insurance makes good.” Her mother looked at Erika. “Count what you are wearing as one outfit. You are allowed eight or so outfits.”
“And If I can work the sales rack?”
“We’ll see.
Erika tried to channel her ‘inner Samantha’ She found two pairs of pants on the sales rack almost immediately. One was a high-end designer brand that had been marked down. One sweater, Two button Cardigans, four blouses, a black pencil skirt and a baby blue dress with a peter pan collar, capped sleeves and lace along the knee length hem. She had the sales associate hold them while she went in search of an outfit for her mother.
The task of dressing her mother was proving a little more difficult than she thought. There were so many different looks that she wanted to try out, and she kept getting distracted, finding clothes for herself. Once she found the perfect skirt, she began building the outfit. A button-down blouse with little in the way of ornamentation but a lot of tailoring. After calling her mother to find out what size she wore, Erika rounded up black boots, black nylons and accessories, then took them to a dressing room and put it all together for her mother.
“Are you in here, Erika?” Her mother called as she was finishing up.
“Yes. I’ve got your outfit in here.” Erika peeked through the dressing room door.
Her mother smiled. “I’ve got yours down in the one on the end.”
“I’d like to see yours first.” Erika slid out of the dressing room closed the door behind her and smiled at her mother.
“Okay.” Her mother smiled. “But you can’t see yours until after I’m done.” She entered the dressing room and closed the door behind her. “Seriously?” her mother asked once she saw the outfit.
“You promised.” Erika stated, “Besides this was your idea.”
“Isn’t this a bit young for me?” her mother complained.
“You aren’t that old, mom.” Erika rolled her eyes. “Besides you dress too much like a soccer mom. Believe me, Dad will love this.”
A few minutes later, her mother emerged from the dressing room with a big smile on her face. She white tailored blouse showed her mother’s fabulous curves, the leopard print pencil skirt accentuated her hips and added some young sexiness. If it had been summer, Erika would have picked out black heals, however it being close to Christmas, the black, heeled boots were more appropriate as well as sexy. Amber bracelets, necklace and earrings finished off the look.
“I do like this.” She nodded. “but can I really pull it off?”
“You look amazing.” Erika took her mother to the floor length dressing room mirror. She stood next to her mother. “Dad is going to go nuts.”
“A deal is a deal.” Her mother nodded. “Now it’s your turn.”
Erika’s heart was beating stronger than she’d have thought. It was just some clothes that her mother picked out for her. How bad could it be?
She pushed the door open and saw the outfit for the first time. Her heart leaped. “Oh my word! Mother, it’s so adorable.”
“Try it on.” Her mother prompted.
Erika closed the door and stripped out of her Wal-Mart clothing and began donning the outfit her mother had picked out.
She pulled on gray leggings then stepped into a charcoal gray mini circle skirt then slipped a royal blue V-neck sweater over her head. Erika sat down on the bench and slid her feet into gray knee high boots with a two-inch heel and zipped them up. She stood then spun around in front of the mirror and giggled.
“Well?” her mother asked from outside.
Erika stepped out and pulled down on the length of the short skirt. “I love it.” She beamed. “But isn’t the skirt a bit short?”
Her mother looked her up and down, and shook her head, “I think it’s darling. You’ll just have to remember to keep your legs together or crossed when you sit.” Her mother looked down at the outfit she was wearing then at Erika’s. “I say we change, buy the clothes we have then get something to eat.”
Erika nodded in agreement.
She and her mother with arms loaded, walked out the valet parking and had the attendant pull their car around. After loading up the trunk, the two re-entered the mall.
Erika had ditched her cheap white tennis shoes for the gray boots which clicked as they walked down the tiled Mall towards the food court.
“I need to pick something up at the Santa place.” Erika redirected their direction slightly.
“Oh?” her mother was surprised.
“Oh good, you came back.” The clerk at the Santa station greeted.
“So, you held them?” Erika asked.
“Yes.” The clerk reached into a filing folder and pulled out a package and handed them to Erika.
“How much?” Erika asked.
“No charge.”
“What? Really?” Erika questioned.
“We saw what you did to help out that young lady the other day. My manager instructed us not to charge you in the spirit of Christmas.”
“That is so kind of you.” Erika’s mother thanked her.
Once they were away, her mother looked to Erika. “What did you do?”
Erika explained the Stephanie situation
“I’m proud of you.” Her mother beamed. “It takes courage and good character to stand up and help someone in that situation.”
Erika shrugged her shoulders. “I just remember how I felt when it used to happen to me. I don’t want anyone else to feel that.”
Erika found herself wrapped up in her mother’s arms. “You are such a beautiful person, Erika.”
After they had eaten a light lunch, Erika pulled out the folder and slid out the picture of the three friends gathered around Santa. Erika smiled as she looked at the three of them together. She showed her mother who agreed that it was a great photo. Erika then pulled out the solo picture.
“I was going to give this to you and Dad for Christmas, but since Christmas is up in the air, I may as well give it to you now.” She slid the picture over to her mother.
Her mother’s hand went to her mouth. She looked up from the picture, tears filled her eyes and were running down her cheek unheeded.
“What’s wrong?” Erika was anxious. Had she done something wrong?
“It’s perfect.” Her mother smiled. “We lost all of our photos in the fire, and now we have our first Christmas photo of you, Erika.” She dabbed the tears from her eyes and face. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
Erika felt a little funny. Who was this person sitting across from her? Her mother not only showed no signs of disgust towards her, but showed nothing but love and support all day. It was kind of freaking her out.
She and her mother hit up a few shoe stores on the way to another department store. Where they added two pairs of flats and a set of heels to her small but burgeoning wardrobe.
“Okay.” Her mother grinned at her. “Have you ever had your makeup done before, other than by your girlfriends?”
Erika shook her head.
Her mother smiled big. “Let’s get to it.
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Erika looked in the mirror at herself and was in absolute awe. She looked amazing, even better than after Bobbie had touched her up at the photo shoot. She just wondered if she could replicate it at home. Sure, the makeup artist explained what she was doing, but there was just so much involved, she didn’t know if she could remember it all.
Then to top it all off, her mother bought each of them most of what was used on their faces. Almost four hundred dollars on makeup. Erika’s mind whirled at the thought of spending that much on makeup. She looked in the mirror again and decided that the money was well spent.
“How was your day?” Her father asked as they entered their hotel room with arms loaded with bags of clothing.
“We got a lot done.” Her mother stated.
“I actually had fun.” Erika smiled at her mother then her father.
“We didn’t forget about you, either.” Her mother kissed her husband. “Shirts, ties, slacks, underwear, socks, toiletries.” Her mother listed.
“Thank you.” He included Erika in his smile. “Shall we go eat?”
“We,” Erika’s mother looked to her, “Have to change first.”
“What’s wrong with what you have on?”
Erika giggled. “You’ll see.”
A few minutes later, her mother emerged from the bathroom. Erika grinned at her mother when she saw her father’s jaw hit the floor. “Told you.”
“You don’t think it’s too young?” her mother asked her father.
All he could do is shake his head.
“You two go out.” Erika decided. “I’ll grab a burger at the diner next door.”
“You sure?” Her mother asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure.” Erika winked at her mother.
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9
Samantha, Victoria, Tricia and Krystal, holding hands with Jorge were all out in front of the school waiting for her as her mother pulled up.
Erika decided to wear the outfit her mother picked out for her. She did her best to imitate what the makeup artist had done and instead of wearing her curls, she decided to flat iron her hair.
She stepped out of the car and waited as her mother pulled away revealing her standing in her new look. Jorge and Tricia’s jaws hit the ground.
“Oh my God!” Tricia came around. “Here we thought you’d be all burned up like two face or something and you come back looking like…. Well like the model that you are.” She wrapped her arms around Erika and caressed her lips in a long embrace.
“Where did you find that outfit?” Samantha seemed a bit jealous.
“You’d never believe that my mother picked it out for me.”
“Seriously?”
Erika nodded. She leaned over and spoke only for Samantha to hear. “My mom has been acting very strange. It’s like she has finally accepted me as Erika. We spent most of the day getting new wardrobes because ours are… well, gone.”
“Well?” Victoria interrupted. “Tell us what happened.”
“Can we at least get somewhere warm?” Erika protested. “It’s a bit cold out here.”
Erika suppressed a smile and barely suppressed a laugh as one Junior tripped over the curb, a Freshman bumped into someone in front of him almost causing them both to land in a pile on the ground, and a senior stepped face first into a door.
“That’s right.” Tricia beamed. “My girlfriend is the hottest in the school.”
Once in the library, Erika briefed them all on what had happened the night of the fire.
“Saved by a handsome firefighter?” Victoria’s eyes flashed.
“Everything we owned burned up.” Erika reminded her. “Everything. All I had were my pajamas.”
“I’m sorry.” Victoria apologized. “Do they know what started the fire?”
Erika shook her head. “I haven’t heard yet.”
“You will be at Rally practice tonight, right?” Krystal asked.
“Yes. Although my Rally uniform was in the house.”
Samantha, Krystal, and Jorge all groaned.
“So we need to find Melanie before class starts so that she can find or order you a new one.” Samantha stood up. “We don’t have much time.”
The three best friends entered Mrs. Anderson’s class.
“I knew you were smoking hot,” Jake grinned, “But did you have to burn your house down?”
“Shut up, Jerk.” Samantha slapped him across the back of the head.
“She nearly died in that fire, Jerk off.” Tricia swung, but Jake dodged.
“My family lost everything.” Erika pulled back to slap him as well, but froze. Jake flinched back anyway to the delight of others in the class.
“Alright, everyone, take your seats.” Mrs. Anderson called. “Ms. Summers, I’m glad to see that you are safe.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Anderson.”
“Your mom really pick that out for you?” Samantha whispered.
Erika nodded.
“Wow.” Samantha mouthed. “Where did you find the boots?”
Erika turned to face her. “The whole outfit was at Macy’s.”
“Would you mind if I got a pair of boots like that?” she whispered back.
“Why would I mind?” Erika frowned.
Tricia leaned closer. “It’s a girl thing. And by the way… I want to borrow that skirt.”
“I know, right?” Samantha nodded.
“Girls!” Mrs. Anderson raised her voice a little louder than normal. “Shall I have you share what you are whispering to the whole class?”
Erika turned bright red. Samantha shook her head.
“Zip it then.”
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“Are you really doing a photo shoot tomorrow?” Krystal asked as they walked to the gym for Rally and Cheer practice.
“It sounds so surreal, right?” Erika nodded.
“Do they know?”
Erika shook her head. “My dad says they don’t need to.
“What will you be advertising?”
Erika shrugged. “I’m not sure yet.”
“I’d think that would be important.” Krystal opened the door to the gym. The Cheer squad’s music was blasting and echoing through the gym. Taylor and Jordon were working on some new stuff. Taylor’s multitude of braids swung and bounced around her shoulders. Samantha and Melinda were talking off to one side.
Erika took a deep breath and approached. Melinda looked at Erika with frustration written all over her face.
Erika swallowed a lump. The last thing she wanted was to cause Melinda or anyone on the squad’s frustration.
“So, you need a new uniform.” It was stated.
Erika nodded. “I’m sorry. It was in my closet when my house burned.”
Melinda sighed. “I guess it’s the best excuse to need a new one. “I’ll have to check with the office, but we might have to charge you for a replacement.”
Erika hoped that they could get the insurance check soon. Things were starting to add up cost wise. “I understand.”
“Taylor!” Melinda called across the gym. “See if you can find Erika a replacement Rally uniform.” She handed Erika a large key. “Give that to Taylor.”
Erika nodded and as quickly as she could, caught up with the rally squad leader.
“She giving you shit?” Taylor inquired.
“A little.” She handed Taylor the key.
“It’s not like you decided to get a brain tumor and then burn down your house.” Taylor shook her head. “You have the luck of the plague.”
Erika’s heart skipped a beat. She immediately admonished herself. She really needed to stop reacting whenever her old identity was brought up.
“Should I wait out here?” Erika asked as they approached the girl’s locker room.
“Not unless you want to change out here.” Taylor opened the door.
Erika took a deep breath and ducked in after her. Although designed similar to the boys locker room, the girls was fitted out a little differently. The ivory colored tile on the walls was accented by a soft pink tile, where the boys was a blue. The smell was completely different as well. Not nearly as musky as the boys, although it had that locker room smell underneath the new ones that she was smelling.
Taylor took her to a locked closet next to the coaching office. She opened it up and started going through some of the uniforms. “What size are you?” Taylor asked.
Erika told her.
“We don’t have that size. Here is one skirt larger, and one smaller. Try them on and see if one of them will work. Here is the correct sweater size.”
Erika took the proffered clothing and looked around the locker room.
“What’s wrong?” Taylor closed up the closet.
“I um. I am shy.” Erika stated.
“Seriously, girl?” Taylor rolled her eyes. “Just go over behind those lockers then.”
Erika nodded and ducked the wall of lockers that were pointed out. No bathroom door to lock. No place to really change in private. At least everyone else was out in the gym.
Erika stripped out of her blue sweater and pulled the rally one over her head. It fit just like her old one, only this had that not so pleasant locker room scent to it.
She stripped out of her tights and skirt and grabbed the smaller skirt.
“What’s taking….. What the hell?” Taylor was staring at the bulge in Erica’s panties.
Erika jerked the skirt to cover her genitals.
“Oh hell no.” Taylor shook her head. “Hell no. You’re a guy?” Taylor started storming away.
“Wait! Taylor, Wait!” Erika ran after her.
“You’re a dude.” Taylor turned and yelled at Erika “I knew there was something off about you.” She looked Erika up and down. Erika still held the skirt in front of her genitalia. “You’re Erik Martin. You are the F’ing plague. I knew your artwork looked familiar.”
“Taylor, please, let me explain.” Erika pleaded.
“Explain what? That you are a guy? A guy trying to be a girl? Hell, and no. I need to go have a talk with Melinda.”
“Taylor!” Erika screamed.
“What is going on in here?” Samantha burst into the locker room.
Taylor whipped around on Samantha “You are just as guilty. I’ll bet you knew all along.”
Samantha blanched and glanced at Erika who was still half dressed.
“Taylor, take a breath.” Samantha’s voice trembled.
“I knew it.” Taylor growled. “You are part of this too.” She jabbed a finger at Erika over her shoulder. “That she/he is the plague. You knew and you are covering for it? He’s the Tranny you are all protecting?”
Samantha’s face turned beet red. She grabbed Taylor and pushed her up against the wall. “Erika is not a Tranny.” Samantha growled. “She is a wonderful person who has dealt with things that you wouldn’t want to have in your nightmares.”
Taylor pushed back, but Samantha was too angry.
“You have no idea what she has been through and put up with and is still the sweetest most thoughtful person I have ever met.”
“Samantha.” Erika stepped forth. “Samantha, let her go.”
“She needs to calm down and then apologize.” Samantha had tears in her eyes.
“For what?” Taylor growled “for finding out that it has been lying to us all school year?
How many people know?”
“You can’t tell, Taylor.” Samantha barked. “What has she done to you? Hmm?”
“Lied to me and the school.”
“No, she didn’t lie, she just didn’t go around telling everyone. It’s none of their business.”
“What’s going on?” Krystal came in.
“Taylor knows.” Erika wanted to cry. Everything at school had been going so well. How could they convince Taylor to keep it secret too?
“You knew too?” Taylor almost spat. “Let me guess, Tricia of course knew, Victoria? Julian?”
Erika went white at Julian’s name
“Why would they all keep it a secret?” Taylor was losing steam. “What could you possibly have on them to keep them quiet?”
“Nothing.” Krystal told her. “Nothing at all. We all like Erika. She has done nothing to hurt anyone in this school and from what I have heard, she of all people, has every right to hurt everyone in this school.” She looked to Erika then back to Taylor. “She is one of the kindest souls that I’ve ever met. She goes out of her way to make everyone comfortable. Haven’t you noticed how she doesn’t change with the rest of Rally or Cheer? How she always uses the bathrooms to change, how she diverts her eyes or quickly goes off somewhere else when someone might be changing, or heaven forbid, exposing themselves?” Krystal paused. “She doesn’t hold anything over anybody. It’s not in her make up.”
“You can’t tell.” Samantha let go of Taylor. “You just can’t. She has worked too hard, gone through too much. If it gets out, she’ll have to change schools, and I don’t want to lose another sister.”
“She’s a guy.” Taylor insisted.
“You are mixed race.” Krystal shrugged. “You are half black, and half white, yet you identify as black. Why don’t you identify as white?”
“Because I’m black.”
“Are you? Just because Erika was born with different plumbing doesn’t mean she isn’t a girl.”
“Yes, it does.” Taylor insisted.
“Think about it, Taylor.” Krystal looked her in the eye. “What makes you black? Is it how you look how you feel or who you are in your heart?” Krystal smiled at Erika who had already changed back into her cute outfit. “I know in my heart that Erika is as much girl as I am.”
Samantha pointed to Erika. “Take a good look at her, Taylor. Does she look like anything other than a girl? You’ve accepted her as a girl for three and a half months. You’ve even accepted her on the Rally squad.” Samantha lowered her voice, “So why change your mind, just because her plumbing isn’t like ours?
Taylor looked at Erika for a long moment. “Are you really a girl?”
Erika swallowed. “That is something my therapist and I are working on, but yes, I do believe I am.”
“How many cheerleaders does it take to get someone a uniform?” Melinda growled from the locker room door.
All four girls exchanged looks.
Melinda came around the corner and saw the four in a stare down. “What’s going on?” She demanded.
“I’m not feeling well.” Taylor got up. “I’m going home. I think I’m going to puke.” She cast a scowl at Erika and then Samantha. She looked at Melinda, “I’ll see you later.”
“Well?” Melinda looked at the others. “Get back out there? Erika, did you find a replacement uniform?”
“Yes.”
“Well, get it on. You can’t practice in that?” She referred to Erika’s clothing.
“Will she say anything?” Erika looked to Samantha as they sat in the car waiting for Tricia to get out of Dive practice.
Samantha shook her head. “I really don’t know. She was pretty upset.”
Erika just nodded. “I can’t really blame her, though.”
“I’ll call her tonight, after she’s calmed down.” Samantha thought aloud.
“Just leave her be. If she tells, she tells. I’m tired of this emotional roller coaster.”
“You can’t mean that. What if you become the plague again? Or the plaguette? No.” Samantha was adamant. “I’m not going to allow anyone else go through yours or Summer’s pain.”
“You can’t stop it.” Erika stated. “Its happening every day here at school. You couldn’t guess how many of the people here are getting picked on by people like Greg and Tyler.”
“It needs to stop.”
“I agree, but you can’t be everywhere all the time. Look at poor Stephanie.” Erika pointed out. “Remember she said that since the plague has been gone, she has been targeted? The fountain wasn’t the first time. It’s just the only time that we saw it.”
The car door opened. “Ugh, I’m beat. How was Rally?” Tricia dropped into the back seat and closed the door.
“Taylor found out about Erika’s secret.” Samantha stated. “She seems pretty upset and we don’t know if she’ll keep it or not.”
“How did she find out?” Tricia sighed.
“My gaffe went up in flames with the house.” Erika explained. “She walked in on me while I was changing.”
“You didn’t lock the door?”
“It was in the locker room. It would have been even more awkward had I insisted on changing in the bathroom.
“Sorry to say it, but it really isn’t much of a secret, anymore is it?” Tricia sighed. “How many people know now, and how many of those won’t accidentally slip up?”
“Are you saying we should just tell everyone?” Samantha asked backing out of the parking space. “Call a school assembly and announce that Erika is or was Eric ‘the plague’?”
“I think that’s a bit extreme.” Tricia put her seat belt on. “Maybe we should start a rumor. That way we control what is said.”
Erika shook her head. “I hate rumors, they tend to change and get more exaggerated as they spread.”
“I agree with her.” Samantha pulled out of the school parking lot.
“I’m going to the hotel remember?”
“Yes, but thanks for reminding me.”
“You know.” Erika smiled. “The hotel has an indoor pool. I don’t have a bathing suit yet, but it is open for us to use.”
“I’m done with pools.” Tricia groaned. “Does it have a hot tub?”
Erika nodded.
“I have a swimsuit you can borrow.” Samantha offered.
“Not a two piece.” Erika was adamant. “Especially since I don’t have my gaffe.”
“When are you getting a new one?” Tricia asked.
“As soon as I get a new credit card and time on a computer.”
“Use mine.” Tricia offered.
“Your what?”
“My computer and credit card. You can pay me back later. Obviously it is something that you need to be wearing.”
Samantha pulled up to Tricia’s house.
“Come on. It shouldn’t take too long.”
The girls filed up to Tricia’s room.
“Use this.” Tricia tossed some fabric at Erika as she finished ordering her gaffe and glue.
Erika pulled it off of her head and held it out to see that it was a black one piece swim suit with red accents. “Where did you get this?” She asked.
“It’s Leeza’s. She won’t mind.” Tricia shrugged. “Too bad it isn’t pink.”
“Hot tubbing is on.” Samantha grinned. “I just need to grab mine.”
Erika’s phone rang scaring all three girls.
“What is that?” Tricia looked at Erika.
“My loaner phone. I haven’t bothered to change the ring tones. I’m supposed to be getting a new one soon.” Erika accepted the call and spoke for a few moments. Before hanging up. “Have to take a rain check on tonight.” Erika stated. “Family has plans. Samantha, can you please take me to the hotel?”
Erika used her key card and entered the hotel room. Her father was sitting at the small table with his laptop and talking on his phone. Her mother came out of the bathroom and put her finger to her lips signaling Erika to keep quiet.
Erika put her few things down on her bed, and kicked off her shoes.
“Don’t just kick those off.” Her mother whispered. “Put them away. This room is too small for us to throw our stuff everywhere.”
Erika put the shoes in the closet. She turned around to see her father, still on the phone beckon her over. As she approached, he picked up a box and handed it to her.
“Oh, Thank you, Daddy.” She tried not to squeal. It was her replacement phone. She flopped back down on the bed and started personalizing her phone, adding apps and making sure that her contacts backed up on the cloud were all there.
“Erika.” Her mother hissed. “Put your legs together, you’re in a skirt. I don’t care if we are not in public. Good habits need to be kept at all times.”
“Sorry.” She adjusted herself on her bed and crossed her ankles. The first thing she did was text her friends to inform them that she had her phone.
“Okay, that is taken care of.” Her father set his phone down. “Shall we get some dinner?”
“Thank you for the new phone, Daddy.” She began getting up but was still on her phone.
“What did they say?” her mother asked her father.
“Apparently, there was some faulty wiring in the kitchen. The wires heated up and caused the fire. So, they have ruled out arson which means we will be getting our insurance money.”
“Oh thank goodness.” Her mother sighed.
The three walked across the street to a restaurant and were seated.
“Now the question is whether we rebuild, or sell the lot and move somewhere else?”
“Stay.” She and her mother said at the same time.
“We were thinking of remodeling. This will give us a clean slate to build the house we want.”
“I’ll check with the bank next week.” Her father nodded. He looked to Erika. “You ready for your shoot tomorrow?”
Erika nodded. “I think so. It’s kind of my first. I’m not sure what I need to do.”
“They want you there kind of early tomorrow. I guess hair and makeup take a while.”
“What am I advertising for?” Erika asked.
“Car insurance.” Her father smiled. “If this works out they may ask you to do a commercial.”
“Seriously?”
Her father nodded.
“Will she be getting paid?” her mother asked.
Her father smiled and nodded.
“How much?” Erika nearly bounced in her seat.
“A lot.” Her father said. “I’m going to have half of it put into your college fund.”
“How much?” Erika couldn’t stand the anticipation.
“Three thousand for tomorrows shoot.”
“That is a lot of money.” Her mother was surprised.
“So I’ll get fifteen hundred?”
“Yes. But you might want to make it stretch. We don’t know if you’ll get other jobs.”
“I’ll need new clothes.” Erika. “and a new laptop.”
“I ordered your laptop today.” Her father smiled. “It’ll be here tomorrow.”
“Which kind?” Erika was skeptical.
“I’ll show you the stats when we get back.”
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10
Erika groaned when she heard the alarm go off. Her brain told her it was Saturday and that she should be sleeping in, but she had her first photoshoot to do. She was excited, but wished that it wasn’t so early.
“Quick shower.” Her mother reminded.
She had taken a long shower the night before to remove all of her body hair. This morning’s shower was to remove the night sweat and wake her a little.
When she came out of the bathroom her father had a latte and scone waiting for her.
“Where are we going?” Erika noticed they weren’t going to Bobbie’s studio.
“I was told to have you at a different studio.” Her father stated as he pulled into a warehouse district. “It should be just up here. Look, there are lots of people at that building, I’ll bet that is where it is.”
Erika finished her latte and tossed it into a nearby dumpster. Then followed her dad through a non-descript door.
The area was huge. Large lights flooded a green screen with light
“Mr. Martin?” a man approached.
“Yes?”
“I’m Trent. Ms. Caine’s assistant.” He glanced at Erika. “You must be Erika.” He took her hand in greeting. Then started leading them further into the building “We are thrilled to have you as one of our models. It’s always great to see our models come early.” He looked more closely at Erika. “No makeup, or hair done, fantastic. Let’s get you over to our stylists and have them get started. Have you eaten? We have a spread set up over there.” He pointed. “Fruit, muffins, dough-nuts, Coffee, bottled water. Help yourself.”
“Thank you.” Erika couldn’t believe how fast this guy spoke.
“Do you have dietary restrictions? Glutton intolerant? dairy issues?”
Erika shook her head
“This is Claire. She’ll be doing your makeup today, and Bree will be doing your hair.” He introduced her to the two women. “Mr. Martin.” Trent went on. “We have a chair over here for you.” He led her father away.
“Hi, Erika.” Claire greeted. “Wow, you have beautiful skin, and look at those beautiful eye lashes. I am so jealous.”
“Thanks.” Erika took a seat in front of the makeup/hair mirror.
“Permed?” Bree asked running her hand through Erika’s hair. “We don’t see that much on girls your age.”
“My stylist Sasha suggested it.”
“Sasha?” Bree looked puzzled. “Sasha from that little town out in the woods?”
Erika gave a slight nod.
“I love Sasha.” Bree broke out into a great big smile. “He and I used to work together way back. “Is he still with his boyfriend?”
“Last I saw him, he was.”
“Okay we are going to start with your hair curly.” Bree stated. “half way through, we’ll run a straight iron through it to change up the look. The company wants you to look like a teenage daughter, so nothing too elaborate.”
“We will also be keeping the makeup very neutral.” Claire added. “It’ll feel and look like a lot, but on camera it’ll just look natural and fresh.”
“Hi Erika.” Bobbie greeted.
“Bobbie!” Erika was happy to see a familiar face. “Are you doing the shoot?”
“Oh, no.” She shook her head causing her dreads to sway. “I’ll be playing the assistant today. Joe is the photographer today. He’s really good. I think you’ll like him.” She turned to Claire. “Erika looks stunning in true, jewel tones. Ruby red, Sapphire blue.”
Claire nodded. “I can see that. Especially with those eyes.”
Erika blushed.
In the reflection of the mirror, Erika could see a woman speaking with her dad. “Is that Ms. Caine?”
Bobbie looked up. “Yes.”
Ms. Caine saw the two looking at her through the mirror. She gave them a tight smile and approached. Her graying blonde hair was pulled up in a tight French twist. She wore a gray business suit with a pink button down blouse and gray two inch, sturdy heals that said all business.
“Hello Erika.” She greeted. “I’m Terri, the insurance company’s representative. How are you doing?”
“Fine, thank you.”
“We are excited to have you do this campaign for us. I hear from Bobbie and your dad that this is your first modeling job?”
Erika nodded.
“Is it as exciting as it sounds?”
“I’m not sure yet. I haven’t done anything.”
“Honest. I like that.” She smiled. “Did Trent see to you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She nodded. “If you need anything, just flag him down.”
“Thank you.”
An hour later, Erika was astonished looking in the mirror. It was definitely still her, but a way better version. A dressing screen had been set up in one corner of the building. Three rolling wardrobe racks stood beside it. Ms. Caine and Joe were talking and pointing out different clothes.
“Alright, Erika.” Bobbie took her hand. “Off to wardrobe. Ms. Caine already has some outfits for you.
“We’ve got several looks for you to work with.” Ms. Caine stated. “Once we get the pics back to the office, we’ll figure out which one we’ll use. Shall we start with this?”
Erika took the proffered outfit and quickly changed into a red sweater and black straight skirt.
“Hello, Ms. Martin.” A man greeted with a camera. Erika could only assume that it was Joe. Especially with Bobbie hovering around him. “Let’s start simple, shall we?”
The next two hours were nothing more than a blur mostly of white flashes, wardrobe changes, makeup and hair changes. It was a whole lot less glamorous than she expected and a whole lot more work.
“Okay, everyone, let’s call it a wrap.” Ms. Caine finally called.
Erika’s stomach took that opportunity to growl.
“I hear this is your first time?” Joe asked as he walked with her to the table of food.
“Yes. I’m sure it showed.”
“Only a little. There is something different about you.” He stated. “I can’t put my finger on it. You are a bit shy, but that is understandable, you aren’t one of those girls making duck lips at every opportunity. It’s like you were a tomboy and are just now blossoming.”
If you only knew. Erika thought.
“Most young girls spend a lot of time looking in the mirror practicing poses. This is why I think you are a tomboy. I don’t see you making those ridiculous poses that they post all over face book or twitter. You seem more…… more genuine. I hope you stay this way.”
“Thank you.” Erika didn’t know what to say. She however couldn’t help by see Bobbie, standing behind Joe, beaming as if she had won the lottery.
Bobbie wrapped her up in a great bear hug. “You were wonderful.” She whispered in to Erika’s ear. “You wouldn’t believe the nice things Joe was saying. He usually is like a grouchy bear, but to you, he was more like a teddy bear.”
“Really?” Erika was stunned.
“Yes.” Bobbie pulled back and smiled at her. “And to think that I found you while going through family portraits. You are going somewhere Erika.”
Erika’s stomach grumbled again. “Hopefully to grab a bite before they clear it all.” She watched as staff started clearing the table of food.
She grabbed a banana and a small sandwich triangle.
“Good job, Erika.” Ms. Caine approached. “Joe is not an easy photographer and not only did you put up with him, he seems smitten with you.”
“He seemed pretty easy going to me.” Erika shrugged.
Ms. Caine eyed her looking for hints of sarcasm. When she didn’t, she smiled. “Your father mentioned that your house burned down the other day.”
Erika grimaced. “Yes. We lost everything.”
Ms. Caine looked around as if to make sure that someone else in charge wasn’t eaves dropping. She smiled at Erika. “Take a couple of outfits off the rack.”
“Seriously?” She covered her mouth so not to show the mouthful of food. She did see a couple of items that she had planned on searching on line for.
“Consider it a bonus. If these pictures work out as well as everyone seems to think, it’ll be well worth it.”
“Thank you, Ms. Caine.”
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Caine.” Her father came up to them.
“You too, Mr. Martin. I have another appointment to make. Don’t forget to grab a few things.” She said to Erika as she left.
Erika’s father looked at her with eyes full of pride. “You looked amazing.”
“Thanks Daddy.”
“What few things do you need to grab?”
“Ms. Caine said that I could take a few outfits as a bonus, especially since we lost the house.”
“Well that was very nice of her.”
Erika nodded as she made a bee line to one outfit in particular.
Erika was on cloud nine by the time they had returned to their hotel room. She hung her new clothes in the closet with the few that she had gotten.
“You’d have been proud.” Her dad was telling her mother. “The way that she handled herself in front of the camera. Here.” He pulled out his phone. “You have to take a look at these. I wasn’t supposed to take them, but I couldn’t help myself.” He began showing her mother.
“Crap, not again.” Erika cursed.
“What is it, Erika?” her mother asked.
“My vision is starting to go. I’m going to have an event.” Erika lay down on the bed as the gray around the outside of her vision began closing off the world to her. Her mother and father’s voice became more distant as if hearing them from down a very long corridor.
“I’ll call 911.” Her father’s voice was fading
She felt her mother cradle her head. “I’ve got you, sweetie. I’ve got you, it’ll be over soon.”
Erika’s world disappeared.
Eric’s strong muscles ached. Ached in the good way after a long hard work out. He flexed his tired, but rock hard biceps and turned to the front door of the duplex he and Samantha were renting as the door opened.
“Daddy!” Summer exclaimed with excitement as she bounded awkwardly down the steps to his open arms.
“Hi sweetie.” He gave her a gentle but loving hug. “How was your day with mommy?”
“We made you something.” Summer pulled back, her dark hair in pigtails bounced framing the bluest eyes he had ever seen.
Eric picked her up and looked to the front door. Samantha in all of her beauty leaned against the front door and smiled with more love than anyone should ever give another.
Her hands absently stroked an expanding belly. His heart leaped with love. His son was in there. Only a month more to go before he’d finally meet him.
Eric set Summer down and watched as she ran back into the house wearing a football jersey and tutu.
Samantha wrapped him up in an unforgiving embrace. “Glad you are back.”
“Oh?”
“We’ve missed you.” Samantha hugged his arm as they entered the duplex. “Dinner will be ready shortly. How was training?”
“Hard and tiring.” Eric smiled. “Little greatness comes without hard work.”
Eric flopped on to the couch and eased Samantha into his lap. She lay her head on his shoulder her shoulder length blonde hair smelled of coconut.
“Here you are, Daddy.” Summer bounced over in her tutu and held her hands in front of her. His sweet daughter held out one of her latest works of art done in water color.
“You did that?” he exclaimed.
Summer nodded her head. Eric’s heart burst with pride and a fading sorrow. His daughter had inherited her name sake’s love of art.
“Come on back, Erika.” Her mother’s voice cut through her darkness. “I’ve got you. You are safe. I’ve got you.”
“Momma?” Erika croaked. “Why is this happening?”
“I don’t know, sweetie. I don’t know. It’s good to see you back though.” Erika cracked her eyes to see her smile down at her.
“Ambulance will be here in a few moments.” Her father put his phone down and squeezed her shoulder. “How are you doing, sweetie?”
“My head is pounding. I’m going to be sick.!” She lurched from her mother’s lap.
Her dad grabbed a trash can and brought it up just in time to catch the contents of her stomach.
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“Can’t you give me something that will get rid of them?” Erika asked the Doctor.
He shook his head. “There are some medications that can reduce how often they happen, but there is still too much we don’t know about the brain that we can’t cure them… Totally.”
“Did the surgeons damage my brain when removing the tumor?” Erika asked.
“We can’t be sure.” The Doctor stated. “It could be that the tumor was putting pressure on a part of the brain and now that it is gone, the brain is reacting in a negative way.”
Erika sighed.
“I’m going to have you see a neurologist that specializes in seizures.” The Doctor stated. “Until you see him, I’m going to have you start taking something. It might help, but again it might not.”
“Let me guess, it’s a brain thing.” Erika was exasperated.
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“How are you feeling this morning, hon?” Erika’s mother came out of the hotel bathroom.
“Head ache is gone.” Erika sighed as she rolled over.
“Well that is good.”
“Momma?” Erika asked.
“Yes, Dear?”
“What changed?” She had been pondering it for a few days, did she really want to know?
“What’s that?” Her mother sat on the edge of the bed and stroked a hand through Erika’s hair.
“What caused you to change how you feel about me?” Erika bit her lip. Was she ruining it? “My wanting to be a girl.” She clarified.
Her mother took a deep breath. “It was a number of things.” She sighed. “Mostly it was the fire. When we couldn’t get to you and you weren’t responding to our calls. I was …. I was afraid you’d die in there.” Tears welled up in her mother’s eyes. “I …. I … I’m embarrassed and well…. A bit ashamed. I …. I thought we’d lose you. I promised God that if you came out unharmed that I would do my best to accept you as Erika, my daughter.”
Erika had so many feelings swirling around in her, she didn’t know what to feel. But she could see that her mother needed validation.
“Thank you.” She laid a hand on her mother’s.
The two just looked at one another for a moment.
“Time to get a move on it, young lady.” We have to go.”
“Go where?”
“We need to find an apartment. You think we can live in a hotel forever?”
“Apartment?”
“Just until we figure out what we are going to do. I don’t really want to spend Christmas in a hotel, especially when my mother is coming. Hop to it.”
Erika was ready before the hour was up. She emerged from the bathroom and pulled on her leather boots, grabbed her purse and phone and looked to her mother. “Ready.”
They stopped by the coffee stand before heading out to look at apartments.
The first one they looked at was close to her school, but it was older and had a communal laundry facility. Erika, like her mother, didn’t want others handling her clothes.
The second one they looked at was a bit further away from their neighborhood. It was in a newer part of town in one of the trendy buildings that had businesses on the first floor and large lofts and condos above them. Restaurants, coffee stands, and service businesses would be a quick walk away, but the parking was horrible and the layouts were not comfortable.
They looked at three more places before calling a halt for lunch.
“Grandma is still coming for Christmas?” Erika asked around a fish taco.
“As long as we have a place for her, which means we need a place for ourselves.”
“And how does she feel about my decision?”
“She is not thrilled about it, but as she told me, it could be worse, you could be a heroin addict, or on crack.”
“See, I have that going for me.” Erika smiled. “Seriously? How is she dealing with it?”
“Like the rest of us.” Her mother stated. “Not much we can do about it. If this is who you are, then this is who you are.” She smiled across at Erika. “The old you, Eric, wouldn’t spend time with his mother, go apartment hunting. He’d lock himself away in his room with his computer, so I like this part of it.”
“Sorry, I was so gloomy.” Erika dabbed her mouth with her napkin. “I had a lot going on. Samantha said it was ‘survival mode’. I was so busy trying to survive what was going on, wallowing in depression that I was closeting myself away, trying to disappear. She said that her sister kinda did the same.”
“Well, now we have moved on.” Her mother took a deep breath. “Now I have a beautiful daughter, who is of all things a model.”
Erika giggled. “I know, right? Who would have thought that even a few months ago?”
“I haven’t told your grandmother yet.” Her mother confided.
“Why?”
“I’m kind of hoping that they will get the campaign signs up so that she can be surprised.
“I’m kind of nervous about Grandma meeting me.” Erika took a sip of her tea.
“You are her granddaughter. She has to love you. It’s in the laws of being a grandparent.”
“I hope so.” Erika put her napkin on her plate. “I’m stuffed. Where to next?”
By the end of the day, they found a condo for rent that was already furnished. It was right at the top of their budget, but it being furnished meant that they wouldn’t have to purchase much to move in.
They went back with her father who agreed that it would be ideal until they figured out what they wanted to do with their house. Erika was excited because it had a hot tub, and she had an on-suite bathroom similar to the arrangement in their burned-up house.
A third room was used as an office that converted into a guest room which would be perfect for grandma. The lease was signed and they would have one last night in the hotel.
Once back to their hotel room, Erika found a secluded spot and phoned up Samantha and Tricia to give them the 411 on the situation.
“I have kind of good news, kind of bad news.” Samantha told Erika and Tricia. “I spoke to Taylor. She is still kind of upset.”
“Still?” Tricia protested.
“Anyway. She has promised not to say anything to anyone, with one exception.”
“What exception?” Erika closed her eyes waiting for bad news.
“She said that she feels duty bound to talk to Melinda about it. Melinda is the Cheer and Rally captain.”
“So, she’ll have Melinda kick me off of Rally.” Erika groaned. “Are you sure she isn’t going to blab to everyone?”
“I made her promise.” Samantha affirmed. “As of tomorrow, it will be in Melinda’s court as of what to do.”
“What do you think she will do?” Erika’s chest felt heavy.
“I honestly don’t know.” Samantha sighed. “She could freak out, inform the whole school, she could kick you off Rally, she could do nothing.”
“I don’t like it.” Tricia growled. “Too many people know already, and this tiny back woods town isn’t as open as other places. Given what they did to Eric, I don’t like anyone else knowing about Erika. It could get nasty.”
“There isn’t much I can do about it now, is there?” Erika felt resigned.
“We’ll figure something out.” Tricia tried to encourage her friend.
“I’ll try to see if I can be part of the meeting with Melinda.” Samantha told them. “At least give Melinda another side of the story.”
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Erika slipped into the hotel room. Her mother was already in her nightgown in bed watching a show. Her father was on the laptop working away at something.
“There you are.” He smiled. “I have something to tell the both of you.”
“Yes?” her mother muted the T.V.
“My coworker is throwing a Christmas party and wants us to go.”
“When?” Erika asked.
“In a few days.” Her father smiled. “He is known to throw a pretty great party and it would be very advantageous for me to attend with my loving family.”
“What kind of party?” her mother asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll email him asking for details.”
“Should we go with everything else going on?” her mother asked.
“It would be a great business opportunity.” Her father pushed.
“It’s kind of short notice. But fine.” Her other un-muted her show.
“Will there be people my age, or just adults?” Erika asked.
“I guess I’ll have to find out.” He shrugged. “I assume there will be people your age. He did say it was for the families.”
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Once released, Jorge again looked Erika up and down. “Can’t believe you were Eric Martin.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Did you get breast implants?”
Samantha and Tricia laughed.
“They are falsies.” Erika smirked. “They are glued on until I can grow my own.”
“Wow, they sure look real.”
“Stop staring at her breasts and start staring at mine.” Krystal slapped his arm.
“Yours are much prettier and real.” Jorge assured her.
Samantha picked her up at the hotel before heading to Tricia’s.
“So…” Samantha prompted. “You didn’t tell us about the photoshoot. How did it go?”
“It went good.” Erika shrugged. “I met some interesting people. You should see what they did with my makeup and hair.”
“Oh?”
Erika nodded. “I guess you’ll see when the advertisements are put out.” She teased. “Oh, and I got to keep a few of the outfits. I’m wearing one today.” She beamed.
“I can’t see it through your coat.” Samantha pouted.
“Wait until we get to school. It’s not mind blowing or anything. Just a cute outfit.”
“Well, I can’t wait.” Samantha threw Erika a smile. “By the way, I spoke to Melinda last night.”
“You did?”
“Yes. She said that Taylor wanted to have a meeting with her alone, but I told her that I had information that needed to be considered as well. We will meet after school at the beginning of Cheer practice.”
“Should I be there?” Erika asked.
“In the meeting, no.” Samantha thought. “But be available in case we need you.”
Erika nodded.
Tricia greeted Erika with a long lingering kiss. “Between Dive practice, Rally practice, homework and Christmas, I barely get to see you.” She complained. “We need to have a sleep over.”
“It’ll have to wait until after Christmas.” Erika frowned. “My grandmother is coming into town, and I have a ton of stuff to do with moving into the condo.”
“After Christmas.” Tricia sighed.
“We have to deal with one thing at a time.” Erika stated. “First things first is Taylor, Melinda and Rally.”
The threesome entered the school. Leaving the bone chilling cold outside was a great relief as the School’s furnace pumped out plenty of warm air.
“How did the photoshoot go?” Krystal asked.
“It was very cool.” Erika grinned. “I was able to keep this as a bonus.” She opened her coat to reveal the cute outfit.
“I need a job like that.” Samantha looked Erika up and down with appreciation and a bit of wistfulness.
“Hey hold on.” Erika ran a few steps down the hall. “Hold up Stephanie.” She called.
Stephanie looked around as if stunned that someone might call her name. “Erika?”
“Turn around.” Erika ordered.
Confused, Stephanie did as instructed.
Erika pulled a note taped to her back off. “Sorry, Stephanie, I didn’t see who did it.”
Stephanie’s lips trembled.
“Hey, Where’s your first class?” Erika smiled.
“Chem.” Stephanie wadded up the mean note and tossed it in a nearby trash can.
Erika looked back to her friends and waved them over. “We’re going to walk you to your class.” Erika told Stephanie as well as her friends.
“Seriously, you don’t have to do that.” Stephanie started to walk away.
“I told you we would have your back.” Erika fell instep beside her. She changed the subject. “How was your weekend?”
“Uneventful. Played with my cats. Read some.” The strange girl shrugged.
“Sounds relaxing.” Tricia made an effort.
“What are you reading.” Krystal inquired.
“Just a stupid sci-fi series.” Stephanie shrugged.
“Which one.” Krystal asked
“Dune.”
“One of the best Sci-fi books ever.” Krystal’s face lit up. “Don’t you just Love Channi?”
Stephanie looked at Krystal with an unbelieving look.
“She is the biggest bookworm I have met.” Samantha affirmed that Krystal wasn’t just joking with Stephanie.
“Yes. I like her a lot.”
“We should start a book club.” Krystal offered.
“Uh, sure.” Stephanie wasn’t quite believing what she was hearing.
“There you are, beautiful.” Jorge caught up with the group. H wrapped Krystal up in his arms and gave her a huge kiss.
Krystal pulled away. “Stephanie and I are going to start a book club.” She smiled at Jorge.
Jorge rolled his eyes.
“He doesn’t understand books.” Krystal shook her head at Stephanie.
“Why read them when you can just wait a year or two and watch the movie.” Jorge shrugged.
Stephanie and Krystal both rolled their eyes.
Stephanie stopped in front of her class. She looked at all of Erika’s group. “Thanks for this.” She stated.
“It’s like Erika said,” Samantha smiled. “We’ve got your back.”
“What was that all about?” Jorge asked as they walked away.
Samantha explained about Stephanie getting bullied and that She and Erika had planned to put a stop to the bullying at school.
“There she is.” Samantha leaned closer to Erika. “Just be nice.”
Erika spotted coming down the hall. “I plan to.” she protested.
“Good morning, Taylor.” Samantha greeted.
“Samantha, Eri-ka.” Taylor stressed the last syllable of Erika’s name. She looked to Samantha. “Melinda told me that you wanted to be in the meeting too.”
“I think it’s only fair, that she hears both sides of the issue.” Samantha stated.
Taylor looked at Erika. “Look, it has nothing personal to do with you. I just don’t think it’s right that the others don’t know and well, I’m kind of creeped out.”
Erika closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them she smiled at Taylor. “I totally understand where you are coming from. I just would rather that the whole school didn’t know about it.”
Taylor nodded. “I won’t say anything to anyone but Melinda …. for now,”
“Thank you.” Samantha and Erika said together.
The group moved on down the hall.
“What am I missing.” Jorge asked. “What does Taylor know that you all don’t want found out?”
Erika blanched. She had totally forgotten that Jorge was with her small posse.
Krystal looked to Erika.
“You haven’t told him?” Samantha asked. “I just assumed that he knew.”
“Knew what?” Jorge looked from one face to another.
“He’ll find out soon enough,” Erika shrugged. “We may as well tell him.”
“I’d kind of like to know what is going on.” Jorge agreed.
“It wasn’t as if I was keeping anything from you.” Krystal asserted.
“Let’s go in here.” Tricia ushered them into the library. They moved to an empty aisle in the back.
“Go ahead.” Erika told Krystal as she studied Jorge’s face.
“How do you say it?” Krystal looked to Erika.
Jorge looked from Krystal to Erika and then back to Krystal.
“Erika is …… someone special.” Krystal blew out the rest of her breath.
Erika watched as Jorge just nodded. “Yes?”
“Seriously?” She flicked a look to Erika again. “I feel like I’m betraying you.”
Erika nodded a smile.
Krystal took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Erika is actually a guy.”
Jorge just stared blankly at his girlfriend.
Krystal opened her eyes and saw that he hadn’t understood. “Erika was born a boy. She transitioned to a girl this summer.”
Jorge’s brow creased. He turned to Erika. “I thought there was something off about you.” He looked her up and down. “You’re a boy?”
Erika nodded. “I was Eric Martin last year.”
Jorge’s jaw dropped. “No.” he shook his head. “You? You were the Plague?”
Erika sighed. “Was as in past tense.” God, she hated that name.
“Holy shit!” He kept looking her up and down. He shook his head. “I…. really?”
Erika smiled even though her heart was pounding in her chest.
He looked to Krystal. Erika followed his gaze. Krystal was in tears.
“I’m sorry.” Krystal wiped tears away while looking at Erika. She looked to Jorge. “I’m sorry. It really isn’t my secret to tell.”
“Wow, that is a big one.” He wrapped her in a hug. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He soothed. He released Krystal but held her hand and faced.
“Look, I don’t care how you want to dress, or be addressed. You are one of Krystal’s closest friends who has helped her in ways you can never understand. Eric or Erika, we are good.”
“Really?” Erika asked.
Jorge nodded. Then found himself wrapped up in a hug.
Once released, Jorge again looked Erika up and down. “Can’t believe you were Eric Martin.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Did you get breast implants?”
Samantha and Tricia laughed.
“They are falsies.” Erika smirked. “They are glued on until I can grow my own.”
“Wow, they sure look real.”
“Stop staring at her breasts and start staring at mine.” Krystal slapped his arm.
“Yours are much prettier and real.” Jorge assured her. “So, this is the big thing going on in Cheer and Rally?”
“Yes.” Samantha answered. “Taylor found out Friday and is going to Melinda today about it.”
“Does it make a difference?” Jorge asked. “I’m a guy on the cheer squad.”
“I think it’s more about Erika’s birth gender being kept a secret.” Krystal explained.
“It’s not like she is a pervert.” He looked at Erika and winked. “Are you?”
It was Erika’s turn to slap his arm, and was almost beat by three other sets of hands doing the same thing.
Jorge laughed at the abuse.
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Samantha and Taylor stood in the back part of the locker room eyeing each other while waiting for Melinda.
The dark-haired beauty showed up soon enough. “Okay, what is going on between you two and why is it messing up my squads?” she demanded.
Samantha looked to Taylor to start. She wanted to see how far Taylor was willing to go.
“Well?” Melinda commanded.
“It’s Erika Summers.” Taylor began. “She’s been hiding things about her that I feel that the squad should know.”
“I don’t think it is any of their business.” Samantha butt in.
“Does this have anything to do with her being on squad?” Melinda looked between the two.
“Yes.” Taylor stated at the same time as Samantha said “No.”
Taylor glared at Samantha, “It does too.”
Melinda put up a hand to keep Samantha from speaking. “Taylor is my second and in charge of Rally. If she thinks this is an issue, I should hear it.”
Samantha ground her teeth.
“So out with it, Taylor. We are wasting practice time.”
“Erika is a Tranny.” Taylor spit out.
“She’s a what?” Melinda couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“That’s a derogatory name.” Samantha objected. “You just don’t like her.”
“I did until I found out she’s been lying to us.” Taylor rounded on Samantha.
“Hold on!” Melinda felt like she needed to physically step between the two. “Erika is a Transgender?”
Both girls just looked at one another. Samantha nodded. “Erika is Transgendered, yes.”
“So, she was born a boy, but is living as a girl.” Melinda wanted to clarify.
“Yes.” Samantha stated. “You’ve seen how sweet she has been even though she’s been through hell.”
Melinda looked to Taylor. “Do we not have lesbians on the squad?”
“Yes.” Taylor looked down, then back up, “But this is different.”
“Because she is sporting a dick?” Melinda looked to Samantha. “Sorry.”
Samantha just shook her head.
“Has Erika made unwanted advances towards you?” Melinda asked. “Has she stared at you in the locker room? Wait, I don’t think I have ever seen her in the locker room until Friday.”
“She changes in the bathroom or closet.” Samantha charged to get that in.
“But She used to be…”
“Shut it, Taylor.” Melinda glared at her. “I don’t care who she used to be. I wouldn’t care if she used to be ‘the plague’ himself.”
Samantha suppressed a chuckle.
“She has shown hard work, caring and dedication. Sure, she has had medical issues, but a brain tumor is, in my opinion, an acceptable excuse to miss practice. She has more than made up for that by making all of our posters and signs and doing a damn good job.”
“But she has lied to us?” Taylor was reaching.
“And you haven’t lied to the squad before?” Melinda held Taylor’s gaze.
Samantha saw that Taylor looked away first. She now wanted to know what Taylor had lied about.
“If you have an issue over Erika’s gender, then you can leave the squad.”
Taylor looked like a deer in headlights.
“Is that all?” Melinda looked between the two.
Taylor turned and stormed out of the locker room.
Samantha watched her leave then looked to Melinda. “Thank you.”
“Don’t Thank me yet.” Melinda growled. “I don’t like being lied to either, and you have been just as guilty. Being Transgender is not a reason to be kicked off the squad. I wouldn’t be able to kick off a Muslim for their religion, or a gay person for their sexual preference.”
Samantha stayed quiet. This was going better than she had planned, she didn’t want to jinx it now.
“Who else on squad knows about Erika?”
“Taylor, me, Krystal and Jorge found out today.”
“Can you send Erika in?” Melinda dismissed her.
Samantha exited the locker room. The girls on Rally were confused and gossiping. Apparently, Taylor had stormed out of the building.
“Erika.” Samantha looked to her friend. “Melinda wants to talk to you.”
Erika looked to Samantha in askance. Samantha smiled in response.
Taking a deep breath, Erika pushed into the locker room.
“So.” Melinda greeted. “You have been exposed. Taylor is a great person. I hope she doesn’t quit.”
“Neither do I.” Erika agreed. “I like Taylor a lot.”
“So this isn’t personal?”
“Not on my part.” Erika stated. “I don’t even blame her for being upset. I just don’t want the Squad knowing let alone the whole school.”
Melinda nodded. “That would be uncomfortable, wouldn’t it? Look, just like I told Samantha. Being Transgender isn’t a reason for kicking you off the squad.”
Erika sighed heavily despite Samantha’s reassurance.
“However, I’d like you to continue changing separately, and if anyone complains of pervy stuff, I will kick you off the squad.”
“I’m not a pervert.” Erika protested. “You can check with Krystal, Victoria and Tricia.”
“Victoria knows too?”
Erika nodded.
“How many know?” Melinda was bewildered.”
“Too many.” Erika shrugged.
“So, you like girls and you want to be a girl?” Melinda questioned.
Erika smiled. “Yeah, that sums it up.”
Melinda shook her head. “Just trying to wrap my head around it.”
“So am I.” Erika agreed.
“Okay. I won’t say anything until you give me reason enough to.”
“Thank you.” Erika gushed.
“Wait, does the principal know?”
“Yes.”
Melinda led Erika back out into the gym. “Okay girls, we have a lot to work on. Let’s go! Jordon, you’re in charge of Rally until further notice.”
Jordon looked stunned but nodded.
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“I heard that you had another event.” Dr. Barts closed the door behind them and ushered Erika to her usual place.
“Yes.” Erika sighed.
“What happened?”
Erika told her about the seizure.
Dr. Barts asked questions about events leading up to the seizure. How she felt about those events, when the symptoms started. The same questions that she answered at the Emergency room.
“Doc.” Erika broke off the twenty questions. “I had another vison or hallucination or whatever again.
“During your seizure?”
Erika nodded and shared everything about the strange vision.
“I wasn’t even upset.” She stated. “I was even happy.”
“And you were seeing everything through your own eyes?” Dr. Barts asked.
“Yes.”
“Hmm.” She wrote vigorously.
“On one hand, I’m scared of how I feel and what I experience, but on the other, I feel curious and a longing.”
“Hmm. Have you told anyone else about these visions? Your friends, your parents?”
“No, just you.”
Dr. Barts gave her a tight-lipped smile but kept scratching down notes.
“Why haven’t you shared with your friends?”
“They’ll think I’m crazy.” Erika shrugged. “They are kind of personal.”
“The visions or the feelings with the visions?”
“Both?” Erika looked out at the bare tree branches.
“Do you keep a journal or diary?” Dr. Barts asked.
Erika shook her head.
“Maybe you should start.” She advised. “Start simple with what happened to you during the day and document your dreams and these visions. Not just what happened, but how you felt at different parts of them.”
“I wouldn’t want my mom to read it.”
“You have a laptop or a tablet, right? You could put a password lock on it.”
“Not yet. The fire destroyed everything.”
“Oh, yes. Your mother mentioned that your house burned down. You want to talk about that?”
Erika continued staring out the window. Her imagination was using the branches and the voids to create pictures; animals, faces, state and country outlines. “There isn’t much to say. I’m sure mom told you the important parts.”
“What are the important parts to you?”
“It was scary.” Erika stated. “I woke up to a firefighter breaking in through my window.”
“You didn’t know about the fire until then?”
“I was dreaming that I was doing a photoshoot and someone was using fire as a back drop.”
“Vivid imagination.”
“Mom has been accepting of me since the fire.” Erika smiled. “That is a break through.”
“Yes, it is. You should give your mom credit for a step forward.”
“I have. We talked about it the other day.”
“How does it make you feel?”
“Great of course.” Erika’s voice lifted. “It has relieved a lot of the stress and fighting around the hotel and now condo.”
“Where are you right now?” Dr. Barts asked.
“In your office talking to you.”
“I mean where is your mind?”
Erika was silent. “It’s stupid. She sat up and looked at her Doctor.
“It’s never stupid.”
“I …. “ Erika looked away then at the rug. “I was making pictures with the tree branches.”
Dr. Barts smiled. “I do too sometimes.” She admitted. “Especially with a particularly boring patient.”
“Dr. Barts!” Erika exclaimed with mock surprise.
“How has school been?”
“Interesting.” Erika again shrugged.
Dr. Barts raised an eyebrow.
Erika told her all that had happened with Taylor, Melinda and Jorge.
“Wow, that must have been stressful.”
Erika nodded.
“It sounds like you handled it well. Did you have an event after such a tough day?”
“Nope.”
“Hmmm.”
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Erika went through her closet for the third time. “Mom, I really don’t have anything to wear.”
Her mother knocked on her door and entered. “Let’s see.” She began shuffling through Erika’s new wardrobe looking for something for the Christmas party. “I think you are right. Okay. Shopping again.”
“Can I go with Samantha?”
“I’m tired of shopping.” She paused. “Did I really just admit that? Oh well. Yes. You can go with Samantha.”
“Thank you, Momma.”
“Did your dad give you your replacement card yet?”
“Yes. I told you that last night.”
“Okay.”
“Samantha just text. She’s out at the gate. I just buzzed her in.”
“Where are you two off too?”
“Mother. Where is your brain? I explained this to you last night and this morning. We are going to watch Tricia’s dive competition.”
“Oh yes. My mind is going in circles. I have so much to do before my mother arrives.”
“She’ll understand.” Erika told her mother. “We just went through losing our house in a fire. I just went through brain surgery and that is only in the past few weeks.”
“Have fun.” Her mother bid.
Erika pulled on her coat, stuffed her wallet and phone in her pocket and headed out.
The swim/dive meet was busier than she had expected. Only a few of the cheerleaders had shown up to cheer on the team. Erika had been too drained over the past few days to show much interest. She waved at Tricia, who seemed to be concentrating on what she was doing.
A starting pistol cracked, startling her. She looked over to see Julian diving into the water. A few seconds later he came to the surface and began swimming hard.
“Go Julian!” She doubted that he could hear her, but it felt good to support him just the same.
She and Samantha found seats and continued cheering as he made his turn and pushed off for the other wall. He was in second. The person in first was half a body length ahead of him, but Julian didn’t seem to be gaining any. The rest of the swimmers were way behind him.
“Wow, look at his shoulders.” Samantha watched with appreciation. “And you don’t want that?”
“Nope.” Erika stated. “I’m a breast girl.”
Samantha shook her head. “Well, can I have him?”
“Sure. I noticed that you haven’t been dating this year.”
“I want out of the jock arena and something a bit different.” Samantha stated. “I’ve been hurt by too many jocks. Time for some brains with a bit of muscle.”
“You don’t consider Julian a jock?”
“Nah. Oh, he’s athletic, sure. But he is also very smart. And after how I saw him treat you, Well, He’s a good guy.”
Erika nodded. “I think so.”
Samantha waved across the pool. “Hi Stan!” she yelled.
Erika looked up and waved too.
Julian took second as it looked to be expected. He seemed to be happy with that.
Erika smiled as she watched Samantha watching Julian climb out of the pool and grab his towel. “You should come to church with me and my mom.” She told Samantha.
“Why?”
“Because Julian is a regular there.”
“Oh?” Samantha looked surprised. “Maybe I will.”
The Swim team came in second among the five schools represented. They only missed first by a few points.
“I thought I heard familiar voices.” Julian joined them. He wrapped first Erika up in a hug, and then Samantha. “What do I owe this pleasure?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Julian.” Erika teased. “We’re here to watch Tricia.”
“I should have known. I haven’t seen you two much in a while.”
“I’ve been real busy.” Erika smiled. “Brain tumor, house burning down, finding a new house, getting ready for Christmas….”
“Modeling at photo shoots.” Samantha added.
Erika slapped Samantha’s arm. “I was keeping that quiet.”
“You are modeling?” Julian beamed. “Wow, I went to Homecoming with a lesbian model. I’ll have to add that to my stories to tell my grandkids.”
“It was only one modeling job.” Erika tried to play it down. I doubt I’ll do much more.”
“Why? You are beautiful.” Julian gave her a knowing look. “I’m sure I’ll see your face on billboards in no time.”
“Perhaps sooner than you think.” Samantha added.
“Samantha, enough.” Erika warned.
“Fine.” Samantha huffed.
“Okay, Julian.” Erika looked to her friend. “Again, I have no idea of what I am looking at when it comes to diving. You’ve gotta help us out.
“Wow, she’s pretty good.” Julian watched as Tricia broke the surface with barely a splash. Watch over there, here goes Stan.”
Erika looked up to a high platform. Stan was balancing on the end with his toes. He leaped up into the air and spun and summersaulted before entering the water.
“Wow. He is amazing.”
“He should be. He practices all the time. He will be trying out for the Olympics this next time around.”
“Wow. That is so cool.”
The three cheered on their friends. Stan ended up scoring the highest in every dive. Tricia fluctuated between second and third in her group. All in all a very good meet.
Julian excused himself and went into the locker room to change.
“Are you up for some shopping tonight?” Erika asked her friend. “I need a dress for my dad’s co-worker’s Christmas party.”
“Oh, I guess I can spare a couple of hours for that.” Samantha teased.
Tricia came out, her hair almost dry was styled kind of messy spiky. She smiled at Erika as she approached, then looked up in the stands and waved. Erika turned around and saw that Tricia’s parents were sitting up there waving back.
“I’ll be right back.” She said passing her two friends.
“I didn’t see them up there.” Erika felt bad for not noticing her girlfriend’s parents.
“Neither did I.” Samantha agreed. “They probably came in after we did.”
A few minutes later, Tricia came back down and gave Erika a big kiss.
“You were amazing.” Erika told her once Tricia had pulled back.
“Second and third. Not too bad.” Tricia agreed. “Did you see Stan?”
Both girls nodded.
“I’ll be as good as him by the time I’m a senior.” Tricia smiled. “This school’s coach is pretty good.”
“You’re almost that good now.” Erika told her. Julian was impressed and told us how great you were doing.”
Tricia blushed a bit.
“We are going to the mall.” Erika changed the subject. “I need a Holiday dress for Christmas parties.”
“Oh, that reminds me.” Tricia interrupted. “Your stuff was delivered today. So we need to stop by my house.”
“Then let’s get going.” Samantha prompted.
Erika carefully removed her breast forms and set them aside for cleaning. She hated taking them off. The weight pulling on her chest felt comfortable after all of these months. Removing them felt as if someone had amputated a part of her body. Erika showered and shaved including the few hairs that had grown under her breast forms.
Once out of the shower, she dried off, and quickly put her gaff on. That appendage was becoming a nuisance. She was starting to wonder what it would be like to no longer have it between her legs. She then went through the task of cleaning her breast forms. She laid them on her bathroom counter to dry as she dried off the skin on her chest.
She touched her flat areolas and wondered what it would be like to actually cup her own breasts. She was on testosterone blockers now, and yes that was a victory and another step towards her becoming a woman, but she wanted estrogen. She wanted to feel softer skin, less body hair. She wanted to see softer fetchers in her face and more curves in her pelvis. She was noticing these subtle and not so subtle nuances in her friends. She was starting to become envious.
She sighed heavily. She’d have to start pressuring her Doctors into allowing her to start hormone replacement.
After finally getting her forms attached and the edges blended, she looked for a long while in the mirror. She was shocked at how she felt ‘whole’ again. She cupped the breast forms in her hands. Her hands and eyes said that they were hers, but her mind and her chest revealed the lie. She picked up on them slightly and felt the pull of the skin on her chest. No, it just wasn’t the same. She wondered what it would be like to have real breasts and how it would feel for Tricia to trace real areolas with her tongue. Or how her lips would feel as she caressed real breast tissue.
Erika dropped her hands and squeezed the counter. She wanted to scream with frustration, but she didn’t want her parents knowing what was going on in her head. These were conversations for her Doctors first.
She’d have to email Aunt Carrie and see if she could get a list of those herbs again. She just wanted to start seeing changes. The right changes.
She had never been to an adult Christmas party. She suspected there would be boring conversations and cocktails, but who knew. She would find out in just a few hours.
Erika slowly pulled the black nylons up over her legs. The feeling of them encasing her freshly shaved legs was intoxicating. She was thrilled to feel the difference. She had spent a lot more money on these and they felt it. These were not they drug store Leggs brand panty-hose, these were high end department store silk stockings. A chill charged through her body as she drew them over her knees. She stood and finished pulling them on. She then reached down and ran her fingertips from her ankle up her calf and to her knee thrilled with how they felt.
Smiling to herself, she slipped into her new red sweater dress that hugged her curves, natural and fake. She pulled on the hem which ended just above her knees and arranged the neckline to show a hint of cleavage but not enough that her father would feel uncomfortable.
The three-quarter length sleeves begged for something on her wrist. She pulled out a small decorative chain bracelet with a charm and secured it in place.
The necklace that her father had given her for the family photos would be perfect around her neck, dainty, but effectively showing some sparkle under her chin, but Enough to draw the eye up from her cleavage.
Erika stood in front of the mirror and smiled, a bit giddy at the reflection that she was seeing. Lipstick matching the color of the dress enhanced her pouty lips and framed her smile. Dark smoky eyes were framed by her natural long dark lashes and blunt, long fringe.
Her long dark curls had been ironed smooth and were shiny with gloss. The ends of her hair brushed and caressed an open back in her dress.
Tear drop shaped glass beads hung from a fine chain attached to her earlobes. She tucked one side of her hair to show off her ears and their adornment and smiled.
“Are you ready, Erika?” her mother called.
“Coming.” She hollered back. She did a split second final inspection then slid her legs into black heeled boots. She pulled the zippers up securing her ankles and calves, grabbed a small purse that already held her lipstick, and cell phone and walked out to join her parents by the front door.
“Holy…..” her father couldn’t finish, His mouth worked like a fish out of water, searching for the right words.
“You are definitely going to draw some attention.” Her mother smiled.
“Too much?” Erika bit her lip suddenly uncertain.
Her father just shook his head.
“No, dear, you look amazing. Who taught you to do your makeup like that?”
“The artists at the photoshoots.” Erika smiled.
“You look incredible, honey.” Her father finally managed.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She took a step forward and planted a kiss on his cheek. She stepped back and giggled.
“I’ll get that.” Her mother chuckled. She pulled out a tissue and wiped Erika’s lip print off of his cheek.
Erika stood behind her parents on the front stoop of the Klaus’ house as her father rang the doorbell.
“John, Nancy.” Mr. Klaus greeted.
“Merry Christmas, Vince.” Her father greeted back as he stepped into the foyer. “Vince, you know my wife, Nancy.” He introduced. “And this is my daughter, Erika.”
“Welcome.” Mr. Klaus greeted. “Aparna, the Martins are here.”
Erika was surprised when a Hindi woman came out of the kitchen wearing a beautiful green with gold accented sari. “Welcome and Merry Christmas.” She approached with a large smile.
“Aparna, this is John, Nancy, and their daughter, Erika.” He introduced.
“Vince has nothing but high praise for you, John.” She greeted. She turned to Erika’s mother. “Nancy, welcome. Please come in, let me take your coats.”
“So good to meet you, Aparna.” Her mother smiled. She held out a bottle of wine awkwardly. “John didn’t tell me that you were Hindi, I brought wine.” She apologized.
“Nonsense.” Aparna waved away the thought. “I converted to Christianity years ago, and I absolutely love a good wine.”
“Your sari is beautiful.” Her mother complimented.
“Very pretty.” Erika added.
“Thank you.” Aparna beamed. “I may be American now, but I still love bits of my old life.”
“With fabrics and colors like that, I would too.” Her mother agreed.
“Grace!” Aparna called again. “Bring the tray.” The Hindi woman took their coats and hung them in the closet off to the side.
Erika was instantly enthralled with the thick braid that fell down Aparna’s back to the back of her knees.
“I had to fill the glasses, mother.” A young woman approached.
“John, Nancy, this is my daughter Grace.” Mr. Klaus introduced. “Grace, this is Mr. and Mrs. Martin, and their daughter Erika.”
“Champagne?” Grace offered.
“Thank you.” Her mother took a glass.
“John, it is fine by us, if it is okay with you, that Erika can have some too.” Vince approached a touchy subject. “It is a Christmas party after all.”
Erika’s father looked to her mother. “It’s a controlled environment.” She told him. “I think it is fine.”
Erika was stunned, but was pleased to see Grace’s smile widen. Erika took a glass and took a small sip of the bubbly.
“Please, come in.” Mr. Klaus invited. “The party is in the back of the house.”
Erika could hear other adult voices coming from what looked to be a family room beyond the kitchen. She caught sight of a few women dressed to the nines shuffling from the kitchen to the back.
“Hi, Grace.” Erika greeted as the parents stepped ahead of them.
“Merry Christmas, Erika.” Grace made a more informal greeting. “I’m sorry, if I looked stunned. My father told me that the Martins had a son.”
Grace had beautiful, mocha-colored skin. Not as dark as her mother’s but nearly flawless. Her nose, Erika decided, she received from her father, it wasn’t nearly as strong as her mother’s. Her ebony hair, not as shiny or as smooth as Melinda’s, bounced in curls just past her shoulders. She was wearing a beautiful red silk sari-like top over a pair of jeans.
“I was a tomboy until recently.” Erika smiled.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here.” Grace walked Erika off to a separate room from the parents. “You go to Washington High, right?”
“Yes. You?”
“I’m a Senior at Adams.”
“Oh, do you know the Wilson twins?”
“Who at Adams doesn’t. They have made quite an impact in the short time that they have been there. Did you know that Annie is a Tranny?”
“Uh, no. I mean I have heard rumors.” Erika professed. So, it was Annie who was just like her. She needed to make more of an effort to befriend the girls.
“It’s kind of weird.” Grace stated. “but hey, to each their own.” Grace grabbed a glass of champagne from a table and took a long sip. “I’m glad that I don’t have to be bored amongst the adults. Thanks for coming.”
“I’m glad that I did.” Erika nodded with a smile. She might actually have a good time after all. She took another draw of her champagne and nearly choked as they entered a garage turned family room. Sitting in a chair playing on the X-box was Jake from Mrs. Anderson’s class.
“Hey, you two know each other?” Grace asked. “Jake goes to Washington too.”
Erika wanted to turn and run out of the room. No, she wanted to run back to her condo, heeled boots or not. Not Jake.
Jake looked from his game to the doorway. His jaw dropped and he just stared. “Erika?”
“Hi, Jake.” Erika hoped her voice didn’t tremble. She finished off the champagne and waved the glass. “anymore?” She squeaked.
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“Damn, girl, you dress up nice.” Jake closed his mouth, but his eyes hadn’t blinked. The character on his game died, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“I’ve actually stashed some in my mini-fridge.” Grace went over to a mini-bar and pulled out a bottle.
Jake got up and approached Erika. His eyes scanned her. “Merry Christmas.” He smiled. He enfolded her in a hug.
Erika went stiff at first then began to relax just before he pulled back. “Fancy meeting you here, huh?” he grinned. “You play GTA?”
“It’s been a while.” Erika admitted.
“Here.” Grace poured more champagne into Erika’s glass. She leaned in. “You and Jake have a history?”
“We have a class together.” She drank half of her glass.
“There are drinks in the fridge. I’ve got chips and stuff over there.” Grace pointed. “The fancy foods are out in the kitchen.”
“Thanks.” Erika felt her head start feeling fuzzy.
“Any more coming?” Jake asked.
“I have no idea.” Grace shrugged. “My boyfriend should be here soon. I just knew about you two for sure, but others may come.”
“Come have a seat.” Jake patted the open seat next to him on the loveseat. “You need to see if you have what it takes to kick my ass.”
Erika smoothed her dress under her as she nervously took the offered seat.
“Grace, did you hear that Erika’s house burned down?”
“That, was you?” Grace exclaimed. “I’m so sorry. Did you lose everything?”
Erika nodded. “But hey, I’m getting a new wardrobe out of it.” She’d rather look on the bright side.
“You didn’t lose any pets, did you?” Grace asked.
“No. We didn’t have any. My mom isn’t fond of animals.”
“Well I guess that is a blessing.” Grace smiled. “I’m a dog person. My puppy is shut up in my room, poor thing.”
“Why are you keeping Gisella in there? She is the sweetest puppy.” Jake asked.
“Some people like Erika’s mother don’t like them.”
“I like them.” Erika insisted. “Could you bring your puppy in here?”
“Perhaps, if we keep this door shut.” Grace smiled. “I’ll go get her.”
“So, how are you doing?” Jake inquired.
“Fine.” She didn’t know what to say or even what to talk about with this guy who teased her as Eric and Erika. He wasn’t involved in the flagpole incident, that she knew of but he had tripped Eric in the halls or thrown things at him. As Erika, he only teased verbally, but then there was that weird day when he actually seemed to care if she was alright after her event on the basketball court. “So how do you know the Klaus’?”
“My parents are friends with hers.” He shrugged. “Just about every party, we are invited too. Grace is pretty cool. She’s one of those super smart girls. You know kind of like Victoria.”
Erika nodded.
“You?” He asked, “How do you come by this party?”
“Our dad’s work together.”
“Here she is.” Grace entered with a large dog. She closed the door behind her while struggling to hold onto the large dog’s collar.
“Whoa, that is one big puppy.” Erika was shocked. “What kind is she?”
Grace smiled. “She’s a Ridgeon ridgeback Poodle mix.”
“She is beautiful.” Erika took the eager dogs head in her hands. What’s her name again?”
“Gisella.”
“Beautiful.” Erika giggled as Gisella licked her hand.
“She’ll settle down in a minute. There is just so much activity going on and she wants to be a part of it all.”
“Hey, Grace, did you dad make any eggsnog?” Jake chuckled.
Grace’s rolled her eyes. “He sure did.”
“Do you want any?” Jake smirked and threw Grace a weird look.
Grace had a pure sounding fun laugh, “Sure. I don’t know if he wants us drinking it after last year though.”
“Erika?” he lightly patted her knee. “You want some?”
Grace’s laugh turned to a cackle.
Was he trying to flirt with her? That was what a guy did in the beginning stages of flirting, wasn’t it? “I’m good, but I think I’ll see what is out there to nibble on.”
Jake held out his hand. Erika paused not knowing exactly what to do. She raised her hand which he grabbed and effortlessly pulled her to her feet. He did have the broad shoulders of a running back. Jake’s shoulders were beefy, knotted type muscles, where Julian’s broad shoulders were streamlined but no less powerful.
“Gisella, lay down. Lay down. Good girl.” They heard Grace command as they left the room.
“There you are.” Erika’s mother greeted as they entered the kitchen. “I was just about to check on you.”
“I’m fine.” Erika smiled.
Her mother looked to Jake and smiled.
“Uh, mom. This is Jake. He’s in my Language Arts class.”
“Hello Jake. Your family are friends with the Klaus’, right?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You aren’t getting drunk or anything, are you?” She looked at Erika.
“Mom?” it was almost a whine.
“You should try the artichoke spread.” Her mother pointed.
“Aparna makes a great hummus too.” Jake pointed to a bowl.
Her mother scooped a large dollop on to her plate and added some pita chips to go with it. “Thank you, Jake.”
Erika began filling her plate with finger foods. There were a lot of things that she didn’t know what they were, but they looked delicious.
“You’ll want a few extra of those.” Jake told her as she picked up some items. “I can’t pronounce them, but they are great. Stay away from that plate.” He cautioned. “but you’ll want to grab some of those.”
Erika followed his lead as he filled a plate as well. She noticed Jake kept looking into the family room full of the adults talking.
“What’s going on?”
“Stand right there and look like you are studying the cheese tray. If the woman in the blue sparkly dress looks this way, warn me.”
“What are you doing?”
“Grabbing the eggnog.” He whispered.
“You have to sneak it?” Erika asked under her breath.
“After last year, probably, yes.” He snickered. “Okay. I’m going to take these back. Meet you there.” He had three large glasses of eggnog in his hands.
“Erika,” her mother called. “Come meet Aparna’s mother.”
Erika set her plate down on the edge of the table and stepped into the living room. Her mother was sitting down next to a very wrinkled, very elderly Hindi woman in a Sari. She even had her head covered in the beautiful purple fabric.
“This is my daughter, Erika.” Her mother introduced. “Erika this is Aparna’s mother, Sadguna.”
Erika almost curtsied, but bowed her head instead.
The elderly woman took her hand in her cold gnarled one and patted it with the other as she smiled at Erika.
Erika wanted to leave, but the grandmother kept a firm hold on her hands. Erika just smiled back as her mother talked to the two of them.
“Nani, I see you have met Erika.” Grace appeared. “I need to introduce her to Gisella.”
Grace’s grandmother released Erika’s hands and smiled as the two girls left. Erika grabbed her plate and another glass of champagne.
“Sorry about that.” Grace grabbed a bottle of the bubbly. “Nani tends to latch on to people. “I wonder if you mother knows that she only understands one in five words of English.” She chuckled. “here, hold this.” She handed Erika the bottle while she grabbed an empty cup.
“I doubt my mother would even care.” Erika took a sip of the sparkling wine.
“Gisella is too wound up. I had to put her back in my room.” Grace apologized.
“Oh?” Erika pouted.
“My boyfriend is here too.” Grace almost bounced down the hall. She probably would have if she didn’t have her hands full. “We’ve decided to put on a movie. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Nope.” Erika bit into something that Jake had recommended. It was incredible.
“Miguel, this is Erika.” Grace introduced as they entered.
“Feliz Navidad.” Miguel greeted from the entertainment center.
“Hi.” Erika turned to Grace. “Is this all yours?” She asked referring to the garage conversion.
“I wish.” Grace filled Erika’s glass then poured each of the guys a glass. “I have an older brother who is in the Navy and a little brother who is spending the weekend with friends. It’s rare that Miguel and I get to have it alone.”
Miguel pushed play and sat in a recliner. Grace handed him his glass and eased into his lap.
“Erika, could you get the lights?” Grace asked.
Erika found the switch and waited by the door for a few seconds for her eyes to get accustomed to the low light.
“Here, Erika.” Jake offered the spot next to him again.
As Erika sat down, Jake stretched his arm across the back of the loveseat behind her. Conscious of it, she didn’t want to call him out. It could be just an innocent way of getting comfortable.
“Erika.” Miguel said with a Spanish accent. “Jake says that you are a cheerleader at Washington high.”
“Yes.” She answered. “Well, actually Rally squad.” What else did Jake tell them about her?
“I heard that one of them has a brain tumor.”
How did he hear about that? It wasn’t a secret, but she didn’t think that everyone in Constitution knew.
“That is me.” Erika tried to shrug it off.
“Hold on.” Grace sat up. “You have a brain tumor?”
“No.” Erika tried to calm her down. “I had it removed a few weeks ago.”
“Seriously?” Grace was having a hard time believing it.
“Yes. I’m fine, now.” Erika finished off the glass and poured herself another. Her head was definitely fuzzy now. “What is this?” She asked. “Even in the dim light put out by the T.V. she could tell that what she poured was not champagne.
“Eggsnog.” Grace laughed.
“Eggnog?” Erika took a sip. It was definitely eggnog.
Jake and Grace both laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Erika asked. “Did you put something in my drink?”
“No.” Grace was definite. “It’s just an inside joke between Jake and I.”
Jake chuckled.
Miguel asked. “Didn’t they have to shave your head or something?”
“They went in through my nose.” Erika explained.
Erika could see Miguel cringe. “Ouch.”
“I got a free nose job out of it.” Erika stated.
“Really?” Jake asked. “I thought your nose was cute before. What did they do to it?”
“Just fixed my deviated septum.” Erika loved telling people that she got a nose job. Did Jake just say that she had a cute nose?
“Did it hurt?” Grace asked.
“I was on pain meds for a while, so I couldn’t really tell you. I think it did.”
“Erika, did you try one of these?” Jake held up a piece of food in his fingers. He held the morsel close to her face. Erika opened her mouth and he popped it in.
“Mm hmm.” She chewed the bit and swallowed. “I did, those are good.”
“How about this?” Jake held forth another.
Erika opened her mouth again as he set it on her tongue. His fingers brushed her lips as he removed them. Erika tasted it “Ooh, what is that?”
“I don’t know. I can’t pronounce half of the things Aparna makes, but they all taste fantastic.”
Erika chased the food with some more of the eggnog. She reached to her plate and picked up something and offered it to Jake. He opened his mouth and Erika placed it on his tongue. His lips closed around her finger as she withdrew, the sensation sent chills up her arm and down her spine.
He swallowed and opened his mouth signaling for more. Erika picked up another bite and did the same. Again, his lips closed around her finger. This time she was slower at withdrawing it.
What are you doing? She asked herself. This is Jake. She pushed the plate aside.
She sipped at her glass some more and pretended to watch the movie as Jake became very present in her mind. He wasn’t touching her, but all either one of them had to do was move a centimeter and they would. His masculine smell was very apparent in her nose. She couldn’t decide if she liked it. She was so used to Tricia’s sweet fragrance.
Erika drained the last of her glass.
“Here, may as well hand her the bottle.” Grace giggled as she handed the bottle to Jake who took a few swallows then handed it to Erika. She took a swallow and set it to the side.
Her eyes were feeling heavy when Jake nudged her. She snapped her head up and opened her eyes. He nudged her again. She looked over to see Grace curled up in a lip lock with Miguel.
She smiled. Grace and Miguel were a cute couple. She hoped the best for them. Her eye lids protested and soon closed again. She eventually became aware that she was leaning against Jake, her head against his shoulder. His arm was wrapped around her protectively. That was something that Tricia didn’t do. It felt good to feel that someone could protect you like that. It made her feel warm and tingly inside. She looked up at the football player. He was watching her. Was he watching her sleep? Was he protecting her while she slept against his shoulder? What a sweetheart. Their eyes locked and gazed at one another.
Erika bit her lower lip, confused at her feelings and what she should do. Should she pull back? His light embrace felt too good.
She didn’t have to figure it out. She felt his lips against hers. Part of her wanted to pull back and run out of the room. After all this was Jake. But a spark in her, an electric feeling connecting her lips to her heart told her not to move, but instead to reciprocate.
Erika Shifted to a better position and felt his large fingers caressing her face like a feather, so gentle, so tender. She kissed back, tasting him for the first time. Her tongue flicked against his lips seeking entry and was granted. Their tongues touched sending sparks up and down her spine. She shifted further, so that she was kneeling, straddling his leg, both of her hands grasped the sides of his face as she kissed him.
Jake pulled back to take a breath. “I didn’t know you liked guys.”
“I didn’t know you could be nice.” She said back through fuzzy thoughts. Her lips met his again.
His hands touched her knee and slowly, but firmly slid up her thigh. She pulled a hand away from his face and pushed his hand down. “No.” She said between kisses.
His hand reached behind and grabbed ahold of her butt and gave it a gentle squeeze. She couldn’t believe she didn’t mind.
A bright light blinded her, causing her to pull back in shock.
“Guess it’s a good thing I decided to come check on you.” Mr. Klaus stood in the doorway.
Erika tried to control her breath as she shakily got her feet under her.
“Dad.” Grace complained.
Mr. Klaus just stood there. “So, Miguel, I think it’s time you went home.” He stated. “Grace, why don’t you take Erika up to your mother’s bathroom. Jake. You should probably go into the bathroom down here.”
Grace got up and tried to pull herself together as Miguel got up and approached Mr. Klaus.
“I… I… um.” Miguel tried to speak.
“We’ll talk about this later.” He told Miguel. “Just be glad I’m in the Christmas spirit.” He made room for Miguel to leave.
“You three will join the adults in the other room when you are done.” He turned and headed back to the party.
“Oh my God.” Grace giggled. “I am so busted.”
Jake grinned. “Eggsnog.”
Grace burst into laughing as she took Erika’s hand and led her upstairs to her mother’s master bathroom.
“Crap.” Erika swore. “Is he going to tell my parents?”
“I doubt it.” Grace laughed. “Um, you have lipstick all over your face.”
Erika joined Grace in cleaning up and reapplying their makeup.
“Jake told me you were a lesbian.” Grace stated.
“I am, I mean, I… I… It has to be the eggnog.” She flushed.
Grace laughed again.
“What is it?” Erika redid her lips.
“Egg snog.” Grace pronounced it slowly separating it into two words. “Last year, Jake and I had too much eggnog and were found in my bedroom in the same position you and her were found in.”
“With Jake?”
“Sure. He’s a good-looking guy. And once you get past his rough defensive barrier, he’s quite sweet.’
Erika thought on that for a moment. She also thought on what her mother might do if she found out what happened tonight.
“How do I look?” Grace asked.
“Beautiful.” Erika smiled at her new friend. “How about me?”
Grace studied her for a moment. “You look amazing. I wish I had your eyelashes.”
Erika blushed.
The two girls joined the adults in the family room. Jake was standing amongst some men. He looked up with a sparkle in his eyes and smiled at Erika. Erika couldn’t help but smile back.
What was she doing? This is Jake. What’s he going to do or say at school? She almost groaned. He was a good kisser, and as Grace pointed out, he seemed to be nice, once you got past his jabbing jibes.
“There you are.” Erika’s mother approached with a smile. “Vince said that you were bored watching a movie and decided to join us.”
He didn’t tell her? Erika’s mind sighed with relief as she pasted a smile on her face.
“Would you like to try some eggnog?” her mother asked.
Both Erika and Grace burst out laughing.
“Did I say something funny?”
“Inside joke, mom.” Erika managed to get out. “I think I need to eat. Grace, can you show me what I’ve been enjoying?”
“Of course,” Grace led her back into the kitchen.
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“What lovely people.” Erika’s mother stated as they drove home. “You and Grace seemed to have hit it off.”
“Yes.” Erika agreed. “She was very nice.”
“Was it interesting seeing Jake from school there? He seemed nice too.”
Interesting was hardly the word to describe seeing him. She was kissing him. Kissing him and liking it. She kissed Julian. He too was a good kisser, but she didn’t feel the spark with him that she did with Jake.
“Yes, he seems nicer away from school.” Erika commented absently.
How was she going to tell Tricia? Should she tell Tricia? Oh Lord, what has she done? What if Tricia takes it personally again and goes off and does something stupid? No, she shouldn’t tell Tricia. But what if Jake says something? If Jake said something, then She would have to tell Tricia and then Tricia would be even angrier that she didn’t tell her. Should she keep Samantha out of the loop too? Samantha wouldn’t tell Tricia, but what if Samantha slipped and Tricia found out? Oh God, she screwed things up again. Everything was going so well, and she had to go and screw everything up.
She hit her head against the back of her seat and closed her eyes. Eggsnog.
Princess and the Plague:
Erika's next Chapter
14
by Anistasia Allread
Erika played with her French toast more than she ate it. She was still trying to figure out if she should admit to Tricia that she had yet again, screwed up her trust.
“So, I just got an interesting email.” Her father came in and piled some French toast on to his own plate.
“What’s that?” her mother asked.
“That photographer who did the last shoot.” Her father perked her up and had her attention. “Well, he has been hired to do another shoot and would like Erika to join in.”
“Joe?” Erika asked.
“That’s the one.”
“What is the product this time?”
“for a local spa? I don’t think I’ve heard of it.”
“Hmm. I’ll ask around. When is the shoot?”
“The twenty-ninth.”
“After Christmas, then. Okay. I’ll ask around and see if anyone has heard of the place.
“If we start getting more offers,” her father stated, “I’ll have to hire you a manager and possibly an agent.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Her mother joined. “We don’t know how or where this will be going.”
“I’m just saying.” Her father said. “I am not an expert in the field. I have no idea what the running rates for models are, or even how to structure their contracts. If this goes much further, we’ll have to hire someone.”
Erika’s mother looked at her phone. “I’ve got to go pick up my mother.” She sighed. “You want to come?” She asked Erika.
“Samantha is coming by. She’s taking me to church.”
“Please clean the kitchen before you go.” Her mother excused herself.
Erika pushed the French toast around her plate a bit more. She barely slept, she kept thinking about her make out session with Jake. Had she really been the aggressor? She knew that he had kissed her first, but she was straddling him and kissing him, not the other way around. Tricia would break up with her for sure if she found out. She’d have to keep it from her. She wanted to tell someone though.
“Penny for your thoughts?” her father tried to lock Erika’s gaze.
“Oh, just stuff at school.” Erika lied.
“You aren’t being bullied, again are you?” her father sounded concerned.
“No. Nothing like that.”
“You have fun at the party last night?”
“Yes. Grace was fun.”
“Okay, just checking in with you.” He smeared his last bite of French toast all through the syrup on his plate before putting it in his mouth. He got up and set his dish in the sink.
Erika didn’t know if she should call Jake and ask him to keep quiet or if that would only make it worse. She took her plate over to the sink, rinsed it before sticking it in the dishwasher. He’d probably hold it over her or tease her even more if he found out that she was nervous about people finding out about it.
She quickly cleaned up the breakfast mess and changed before Samantha showed up.
“So, how did the party go last night?” Samantha greeted as Erika got into the car.
It went great.” Erika flushed. “Met a new friend, Grace from Adams High.”
“Oh?” Samantha urged her to go on.
“Yeah, her dad is German and her mother is Hindi. The food was fantastic.”
“What did you do?”
“Drank too much champagne. Hung out.”
“Anyone else you know, there?”
“You know, it was the strangest thing.” Erika hoped she wasn’t as red as she felt. “Jake and his family are friends with Grace’s family so he was there too, and Grace’s boyfriend Miguel.”
“Jake from Language Arts?”
“Yes.”
“Was he a prick all night?”
“You know, he was actually pretty cool.” Erika looked blankly out the window, primarily so that Samantha wouldn’t see her face.
“Jake? Cool? I find that hard to believe.”
“Maybe he’s different when he isn’t at school.” Erika offered still not looking at Samantha.
Samantha was quiet for a long moment. Erika dared a glance at her friend and found her glancing from the road to Erika and back to the road.
“What aren’t you telling me?” Samantha demanded. “You are acting very cagy and not like yourself. What happened?”
“Well…” Erika began. She stopped. How was she going to do this? “You have to promise not to tell a soul.” She would have stomped her foot if she thought it would have added effect in the car,
“I won’t tell.” Samantha promised.
“No one.” Erika was adamant.
“I won’t tell my own mother.” Samantha was getting frustrated.
“It’s not your mother I’m worried about.” Erika stated.
“What happened, did he kiss you?” Samantha rolled her eyes.
Erika was quiet.
“No.” Samantha burst. “No way. Jake kissed you?”
“I had a lot to drink and my head was fuzzy.” Erika defended.
“Oh, my God!” Samantha exclaimed. “You and Jake kissed!”
“You can’t tell Tricia.” Erika commanded. “You just can’t.”
“Is he a good kisser?”
Sheepishly, “Yes. I guess.”
“Now you have to tell me.” Samantha pulled over and stopped the car.
“No I don’t.” Erika was starting to get agitated.
“Erika Martin.” Samantha rose her voice but she was still smiling. “We know each other’s deepest darkest secrets, we have been best friends for, well since the beginning of summer. You have to tell me.”
“I don’t want Tricia finding out. It’ll crush her.” Erika protested.
“My lips are sealed. But you should do some extra praying in church if you want Jake to keep his sealed.”
Erika explained the best that she could of what happened with Jake at the party.
“You whore.” Samantha giggled. “You really took control? You, Erika Martin, the most submissive person I know, was taking charge of a football player. A cute one too I might add.”
“You think Jake is cute?”
“Duh, and apparently, you do too. Since you’re the one who was all over him.”
“God, I knew I shouldn’t have told you.” Erika hid her face in her hands. “What am I going to do?”
“Well, for starters, hope he doesn’t say anything. But if he does, you can’t let anyone know that it bothers you. Own it. Let them know that he was eating out of your hand, not the other way around.”
“What about Tricia?”
“Yeah, that is a hard one.” Samantha settled down. “She will take it hard regardless.”
“I know.” Erika still had her face buried in her hands. “What do I do?”
“Stay away from alcohol, obviously.” Samantha couldn’t help but snicker.
“Eggsnog.” Erika began giggling.
“What?” Samantha asked.
“Eggsnog.” Erika’s giggling became laughing.
“I don’t get it?” Samantha was trying to laugh with her friend.
Erika had to tell Samantha about eggsnog.
“That makes so much more sense now.” Samantha laughed with her. “I think I need to meet Grace.” Samantha pulled back out into traffic and drove to the church.
“I hope they are here this week.” Erika muttered to herself.
“You said that Julian would be here, right?” Samantha was scanning the crowd heading into the sanctuary.
“He usually is.”
Erika led Samantha into the church. It was much warmer in there and the stained glass as well as the lit candles seemed to give it a warmer feel.
“There they are.” She nudged Samantha.
“Julian?”
“No. The Wilson twins.” Erika muttered only for Samantha’s ears. “Annie looks to be doing better.”
“The Wilson Twins? I thought we were here to see Julian?”
“We are here to worship God.” Erika instructed, “But I also like and would like to spend more time with Allie and Annie.”
“Isn’t one of them the one shot in the park because she is … because she is like you?”
Erika nodded. “They are nice people.”
“Erika? Samantha?” a familiar voice sounded from behind them.
The girls turned. “Julian.” They both greeted at once.
He wrapped both girls a big hug. He looked from one to the other. “How did you get Samantha to come to Mass?” he asked.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Erika grinned. She looked back over to the Wilson family. There seemed to be a large section of empty seats around them. “Julian, what’s going on with that?” Erika pointed.
Julian grumbled. “It got out that Annie is Transgender and a lot of people of the church have a hard time accepting that.”
“She has always presented as a girl. She looks like girl. Why are they freaking out? Because she has male genitalia?” Erika asked.
“Basically.” Julian shook his head.
“That’s stupid.” Erika walked right over to the Wilson’s “Hello, Allie, Annie.” She greeted. “May my friend and I sit with you?”
“Sure.” Mrs. Wilson smiled.
“Hello, Erika.” Allie greeted. “You sure you want to be seen with us? You have heard the rumors, right?” She was being snarky.
“Even more of a reason for me to join you.” Erika stated. “I was taught that God doesn’t make mistakes. Therefore, Annie is perfect the way she is. If the rest of this church can’t figure that out, then shame on them.”
“Annie, you remember Erika?” Allie asked.
“The cheerleader from Washington.”
Allie nodded. “She came by the hospital while you weren’t doing so well. “and she has been here with us when you were recovering.”
“Thank you, Erika.” Annie smiled. “It sounds like you were a great comfort for my sister.
“It’s called being a decent human unlike some of these people. I can’t believe your church would shun you.”
“They won’t be for long.” Erika didn’t see the priest walk up behind them.
“Father Daniel.” Erika dipped her head. “I’m sorry.”
“You are fairly new here, aren’t you? Haven’t I seen you with Julian?”
“Yes, Father. I’ve only been here a few times. I’m sorry if I’m out of line. I’ll leave if I’m causing too much of a distraction.”
“You are welcome here as are the Wilson’s.”
“Thank you.”
“You need to be as accepting of these scared people as they need to be of this new situation.” He placed a hand on Erika’s shoulder. “People, especially older people don’t like change. We need to allow time for the Lord to open their hearts to these new times and these new changes. It’s not easy for them.” He paused and smiled. “I see the Lord has placed a special heart in you. I hope you will like what I will be talking about today.” He squeezed her shoulder nodded to the Wilson’s and stepped away.
“I think Father Daniel likes you.” Annie smiled at Erika.
Erika couldn’t believe what she had said before Father Daniel had approached. Where had she gotten that kind of courage? Eric would have just cringed and would probably be sitting on the other side of the sanctuary if he would have attended at all. Last night with Jake, helping Stephanie. She was changing in the past few weeks and she kind of liked how.
Erika looked up at the cross Is this your doing? It could have been her imagination, but she felt a warmth flow through her.
“Is it still alright if I sit with you?” Erika asked the twins.
“Please,” Annie patted the pew next to her.
“Where’s your mother?” Mrs. Wilson inquired.
“She had to pick my grandmother up from the airport. I brought my friend Samantha.” Erika looked to Allie and Annie. “She has a crush on Julian.”
The twins started giggling.
“He is good looking, and one of the sweetest guys I’ve met.” Erika went on.
Allie leaned closer to Erika and covered the side of her mouth with her hand. “He is working on becoming a priest.”
“What?” Erika was shocked. “No way. He took me to Homecoming and he did not act like he was looking to become a priest.”
Allie and Annie both laughed.
It wasn’t long before Julian and Samantha joined her and the Wilson’s. The small group like an island on one side of the sanctuary.
During the homily, Erika listened as the Father Daniel hammered in some of the points that she was ranting about. A few older people excused themselves and walked out of church. Quite a few more looked like chastised children. Erika felt a bit of satisfaction, but then remembered Father Daniel’s words to her about being accepting of those with hard hearts and closed minds towards people like Annie and herself.
She and Samantha were unable to take sacrament, but she silently prayed for those with hearts too hurt to accept people like Annie and herself. She included Taylor, Stephanie, and Melinda in those prayers. She then prayed for Annie’s health as well as her acceptance in school and the community.
--oOo—
“Is church always like that?” Samantha asked once they had pulled out of the parking lot.
“Usually not as dramatic. Did you have a nice talk with Julian?”
“Yes. He is such an interesting guy. You know when he’s not swimming, he practically lives at the church?”
“Really?” Erika kept from laughing, but only managed to hold in part of her smile.
“He has a very giving heart.” Samantha was lost in her own mind.
“Yes, he does.” Erika agreed. “He is always, well almost always a gentleman.” She thought back to homecoming dance. She had tempted him to sin. Something about that both saddened and delighted her.
“Are you going to come in?” Erika asked as they pulled up to her condo. “Please.” She added a little beg in there.
“And miss seeing your Grandmother react to you? Are you kidding? Of course, I’m coming in.”
“We’re home.” Erika announced as she and Samantha entered and shed their coats.
“We’re in the kitchen.” Her mother’s voice called.
Erika rounded the corner to see her mother and grandmother sitting at the breakfast bar drinking coffee.
“Erika!” her grandmother got up. “Oh my, let me look at you.”
Erika stood still waiting as her grandmother looked her up and down. “Who would ever believe it.” She said at last and embraced her. She pulled back. “You have breasts? So soon?”
Erika blushed. “They are breast forms, Grandma.” Erika stated. “Falsies.”
Her grandmother took another, closer look. “They look real.”
“That is the whole idea.” Erika smirked. Samantha was standing off to the side. “Grandma, this is my best friend, Samantha.”
“Hello, Samantha. My, aren’t you a pretty one.” She turned and looked at Erika again. “You are right, Nancy. She does look just like you when you were her age.” Her grandmother looked back at Erika. “She does dress and put on makeup better than you ever did.”
“Really mom?” her mother rolled her eyes.
Erika could see Samantha trying not to snicker.
“You know, your mom wanted to be a boy.” Her grandmother shook her head. “Such a beauty and all she wanted to do was get muddy, climb trees and wear grubby clothes.”
“Mother.” Her mom admonished.
“She even smelled like a boy.” Her grandmother wrinkled her nose.
“Mom?” Erika looked to her mother. “I was a tomboy. I grew out of it.”
“You mean you grew breasts and couldn’t keep up with the boys.” Her grandmother corrected.
“You didn’t tell her about the time you and that Billy neighbor came home covered in oil because you were playing in the rainbows?”
“I was four years old, mother.” Erika’s mother growled.
“Okay how about when you were thirteen and you came home the day before school pictures?”
“That was an accident?” her mother protested.
It was her grandmother’s turn to roll her eyes. “She had a goose egg over her eye that was so big and purple it swelled her eye shut, and covered from scalp to sole in scratches. Climbing trees with the boys. She fell and hit her head and fell smack square in a blackberry patch.”
“I didn’t fall.” Her mother said with disdain. “I hit my head.”
“How did you do that? Hmmm?” her grandmother asked.
“I was jumping from the branch of one tree to another. They dared me.”
Erika and Samantha could barely keep track of the story they were laughing so hard.
Her mother and grandmother laughed along with them.
“Are you two hungry?”
“Yes.” They both said at once.
Erika’s mother looked at her quizzically. “The Cottage Café?”
“Yes.” Erika bounced.
“You’re coming to, Samantha.” Her mother gave her a look that said that a decline would not be acceptable.
--oOo—
“Are you going to tell her?” Samantha asked as they sat in the car waiting outside of Tricia’s house.
“I don’t think I should, do you?” Erika bit her bottom lip.
“What if she hears it from another source? Like Jake?”
“I know, I know. Will you help me?” Erika asked from the back seat. If she was going to tell Tricia she felt it would be better on equal ground.
“Of course, but do you think it will do any good?”
“I don’t know. Here she comes.”
“Hey! How was church?” Tricia greeted as she slung her bag into the car.
“It was good. We saw Allie and Annie.” Erika greeted. “And Julian.”
“Things went well with your grandmother?”
“Yes.” Erika grinned big. “She scooped on my mom big time.”
Samantha pulled the car into the school parking lot.
Erika grabbed a hold of Tricia and pulled her into a long lingering kiss. She did taste different. Her sweet fragrance was intoxicating. Tricia pulled back, but Erika grabbed her face between her hands similarly to how she did it with Jake. She forced her tongue between Tricia’s lips. Tricia kissed back. Erika’s fingers slid through Tricia’s short hair and grabbed a bit in back and kept their lips locked.
After a few moments, Erika slowly slid back from her girlfriend. Their lips lightly caressed and bit at each other, then separated.
“Wow. What was that for?” Tricia asked after taking a deep breath.
“I want you to know that I love you.” Erika said looking Tricia in the eye. “No matter what, I love you.”
“I love you too.” Tricia smiled.
“Tricia.” Erika tried to swallow a lump in her throat. Her heart raced. Her voice became very serious. “I need to talk with you.”
“I’ll meet you inside.” Samantha opened the door.
“Hey! You were supposed to help me.” Erika growled.
“Okay.” Tricia looked paranoid. “What is going on. You two are kind of freaking me out.”
Erika turned in the seat to face Tricia. “Something happened this weekend that, well, you are going to hate me.”
“What?” Tricia asked. “Why would I hate you? I love you.”
“I got a bit drunk at my father’s co-worker’s Christmas party.” Erika felt the world start to tip. She double checked to make sure her vision wasn’t going gray. Not yet.
“You don’t hold your alcohol well.” Tricia looked concerned. “What did you do?”
“I kinda kissed a boy.” Erika closed her eyes and braced for the tirade. She was met with silence. She opened her eyes to find Tricia’s lips trembling. Tears welled up in them.
“Again?” her voice wavered. “I thought you had moved past that.”
“I was drunk.” Erika excused herself. “My head was fuzzy, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
“Obviously!” Tricia yelled. “Did you like it? Kissing a boy? Again?”
“I like kissing you.” Erika stated.
“You haven’t kissed me like that in a very long time.” Tricia screamed.
“I know, and I’m very sorry. Life has been kind of hectic lately.” Erika was crying now. “It just happened.”
“Was it someone I know?”
Erika nodded. “It didn’t mean anything. It was kind of awkward and we laughed afterward.”
“That is supposed to make me feel better?”
“I have no feelings for him. Like I said, it was awkward.” Erika touched Tricia’s hand.
Tricia pulled away. “Seriously? You kissed a boy?”
Erika nodded. “I didn’t want you finding out from anyone but me. I know you are mad at me.”
“You don’t know how I feel.” Tricia wiped tears from her cheeks. “I’m hurt. Very hurt.”
“I understand and you have every right to be.” Erika tried to sooth her friend.
“Who?”
“Who, what?” Erika asked.
“Who did you kiss?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
Erika steeled herself for another tirade. “Jake.”
“Jake?” Tricia was confused.
“Jake from Language Arts.”
“You kissed that asshole, and then you kiss me?” Tricia grabbed her school bag and threw open the door.
“I told you I was drunk and it was awkward.” Erika pleaded.
“Don’t talk to me.” Tricia turned away.
“Tricia?” Erika was scrambling out of the car.
“I said don’t talk to me!” she screamed loud enough for everyone in the parking lot to hear as she stalked into the building.
“Crap! What have I done?” Erika wailed.
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“That didn’t go very well.” Samantha approached.
“You were supposed to help.” Erika swung at Samantha.
“Sorry, but I don’t know what I could have helped with.”
“Leave me alone.” Erika sobbed. “I just need to be alone.”
“Where? We are at school.”
“Can I sit in your car?”
“It’s freezing out here.”
“I don’t care.”
Samantha handed her the keys. “Please lock it.”
Erika climbed into the back seat and curled into a ball and balled.
---
She was about to doze off when someone rapped on the window. Erika sat up and looked out to see Jake with a tight-lipped, hopeful smile.
“What do you want?” Erika’s eyes burned and she was congested.
Jake opened the door letting the freezing cold in. He slid into the back seat beside her.
“I heard that you were out here.” He stated. “I also heard that Tricia was in fetal position in one of the girl’s bathrooms.”
Erika wanted to cry again. The last thing she wanted was to hurt Tricia.
“Eggsnog.” Jake shook his head.
Erika smiled. She wasn’t feeling the laugh just yet.
“I Love Tricia.” Erika told Jake.
“Oh, I didn’t think we were going steady.” Jake grinned. “We were both feeling the eggsnog. You heard that Grace and I had something similar happen last year, didn’t you?”
Erika nodded.
“It was a bit awkward at first. You know, because our families are such good friends. But we just got over it. It has become one of those family stories that will come up when we are adults looking back at all of the dumb stuff we did.”
“But it sometimes hurts people.”
“I wasn’t going to tell anyone.” Jake told her. “What happens at Christmas parties, stays at Christmas parties. Or at least should.”
“I couldn’t know that.” Erika wiped her nose. “I didn’t want her hearing from anyone else.”
Jake nodded. “Totally understand. You know, it may hurt like hell now, and who knows how this may turn out, but you being honest with Tricia will one day be something special.”
“I don’t get it.” Erika looked at Jake.
“What’s that?”
“How can you be such an Ass hole in there, but be so nice everywhere else?”
“I’ve got a rep to protect.”
“Bull shit.”
Jake was quiet for a moment. “It helps me deal with the everyday crap in school. No one expects much from me. I am after all a dumb football jock.”
“But you aren’t dumb.”
“No one in that building except the teachers know that.” Jake told her. “I’d kind of like to keep it that way too.” He cupped her chin and turned it from side to side. “You need to clean that up, you are a mess. I’ll meet you inside and we’ll go find Tricia. I’ll see if I can try to convince her that you haven’t fallen madly in love with me.”
Erika slapped him on the arm but she was smiling.
“You are beautiful when you smile. Too bad you don’t like guys…. unless your drunk.” He got out of the car before Erika could hit him again.
--oOo--
“Jake, Erika, so glad that you could join us.” Mrs. Anderson greeted as they interrupted the class.
“Sorry, Mrs. Anderson.” Erika quickly found her seat. Tricia scooted her chair away from her.
Erika rubbed her temples. She was starting to get a headache. Most likely from all of the crying she had done this morning. She had been afraid that this would happen. She didn’t know that Jake would keep his mouth shut about the party. What she did was right. She told Tricia the truth. Hopefully Tricia would get over it sooner than later.
“Tricia.” Jake whispered back to her.
“What?” Tricia growled.
“I got kind of drunk the other night and so did Erika.” He tried to keep his voice down. “It really wasn’t planned or anything. It just kind of happened. Please don’t be blaming Erika. She really was pretty drunk.”
“Stay out of it, Jake.”
“I can’t. It’s kind of my fault. I like you both, and don’t want to see you upset at one another.”
“Kind of late for that.” Tricia grumbled. “Just leave me alone.”
Erika’s head ache seemed to be getting worse. “Stop yelling.” She hissed.
“We aren’t yelling.” Tricia looked confused.
“Oh my God.” Erika stood up. Mrs. Anderson, I need to go to the nurse’s office.” Erika didn’t wait, she just walked quickly towards the door.
“She’s having a seizure.” It dawned on Samantha.
Tricia jumped up and ran after Erika, with Samantha right behind her.
“What is going on?” Mrs. Anderson demanded.
“Erika’s starting a seizure.” Samantha called out as she left the room.
Erika’s world was closing in on her again. The gray perimeter around her vision was closing. All she could think was to get to the nurse’s office.
“Erika!” Tricia called down the hall.
Nurse’s office. “Oh no, I’m not going to make it.’ Erika half fell half lay down in the middle of the hall and prepared for what was coming.
“I’ll go for the nurse.” She heard Samantha’s voice.
“I’m here.” Tricia told her. She knelt down next to Erika’s head and slid under her so that if she convulsed she wouldn’t hit her head against the hard tile surface. “I’ve got you. You are safe.”
Erika’s world went black.
“You’ve got this babe.” Eric encouraged as Samantha’s face screwed up in pain and exertion. She was absolutely gorgeous. He wondered if all husbands felt this way when watching their wives give birth.
Samantha squeezed his hand again, nearly crushing his fingers as she bore down.
“Push!” he encouraged. It wasn’t as if she had much of a choice from what he had heard. “Come on, push!”
“I’ve got the head.” The midwife informed them. “Keep going Samantha.”
Eric wanted so bad to see his son’s head, but Samantha needed him more at this moment.
The contraction ended and Samantha did her breathing. Eric did it with her. It wasn’t anything new after having Summer. Eric took the cool moist cloth and dabbed at Samantha’s forehead, cheeks and neck as she loosened her grip on his other hand.
Her hand almost immediately squeezed again as she stopped her breathing and bore down pushing.
“One more Samantha.” The midwife called “One more.”
Eric didn’t think he could be any more in love with her than at this moment. She was bringing a life into the world. A son, his son. “I love you, Samantha.” He told her. I love you.”
“We’ve got him.” The midwife sang. The room became a flurry of activity as the nurse’s went to work, rubbing him cleaning his air ways. “Breathe for a moment before we have you push the rest of the stuff out.”
Their son cried out. It was a strong healthy cry.
“You did it.” Eric told her. “You did really good.”
Samantha smiled at him but looked for her baby.
It only took a few moments before the midwife brought a newborn over and handed him to her.
“Look at you.” She cooed. “Look at you. You are so perfect, yes you are. Perfect.” She looked up at Eric with so much love in her eyes.
Tears started streaming from Eric’s eyes. Everything seemed perfect. Samantha, Summer, this new life. His college football. Even his grades were doing well.
“I love you.” He bent over and kissed Samantha on the lips. “I love you so much.”
“Would you like to hold your son, daddy?” She beamed up at him.
Eric ever so gently picked up and cradled his son in his muscular hair arms.
“What are you going to name him?” Samantha inquired.
“John Julian.” Eric decided. “We can call him J.J.”
“I love it.” Samantha grinned. “J.J. Martin.”
“I think Julian would get a kick out of it too.” Eric laughed.
An hour later, Eric found himself cuddled up in bed, cradling his wife and newborn as they slept.
What could be better? He thought as he drifted off to sleep.
“I think she’s coming around.” A strange voice said.
“I’ve got you.” Tricia told her. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”
“Sick.” Erika tried to roll over.
Tricia grabbed her shoulders and helped her turn just in time to vomit. Luckily, she had been too nervous and upset to eat breakfast. Mostly coffee, and water came up.
“I called the ambulance.” A voice called.
“No. I’m fine.” Erika grunted. “No more hospitals.” God, her head hurt.
“You had a seizure.” The nurse told her.
“You think I don’t know that.” Erika was bitter. “All the hospital does is give me pain meds. I can get those at home.”
“We’ll let the paramedics make that call.” The nurse told her.
“The school policy is to send them to the hospital.” The principal stated as if it were writ in stone.
“Can you open your eyes?” Tricia sounded concerned.
Erika slowly opened them. “It’s just the headache. Lights, sounds, everything hurts.” She complained. “No one saw, did they?”
“No.” Samantha joined in. “Everyone is in class.”
“Thank god. Okay. I think I can sit up.”
Tricia guided her as she rose to sitting position.
“Does this mean that you forgive me?” She dared.
“Forgive, yes. Still mad at, yes. “Tricia stated. “You are going to have to be a very good girl for a while to earn back my trust.”
For some reason, Erika felt giddy inside when Tricia mentioned being ‘a good girl’, but her head hurt too bad to ponder it.
“I’m sorry about the vomit.” She just wanted to stuff her head under her pillows and sleep.
“Janitorial is already on their way. “It’ll be clean before this period is over.”
“Okay. I think I can walk. Can we get to the nurse’s office at least?”
With Tricia and Samantha guiding her, the nurse a few steps ahead, but constantly looking back, Erika made it to the bed in the nurse’s office.
“Your mom will be here in just a few minutes.” The principal stuck her head into the room.
Erika barely nodded her head.
“Tricia, Samantha, head back to class.” The Principal instructed. “I’m sure the nurse can handle it from here.”
--oOo—
Erika walked out to the car with her mother. Thankfully she agreed with Erika that home and bed were the best things for Erika right now.
Her grandmother waved from the front seat as they approached. Erika forced a smile and climbed into the back seat.
“Bad morning, huh?” Grandma asked.
“Yeah.” Erika grunted. “I need pain meds and sleep.”
Erika’s mother started the car and started pulling out of the school’s drive. “Erika, you have to check this out.”
“Hmm.”
“Look out the front window.” Her mother pulled the car to the curb.
Erika leaned forward and looked. “Holy Shit. In front of the school?” She swore. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”
The giant billboard near the school driveway was being changed out. It now had a twenty-foot-tall picture of Erika’s face smiling on an ad with something to do with lowering your car insurance.
“What?” her grandmother questioned. “You look fantastic. Why wouldn’t you want the school to see you?”
“Because only three people at the school even knew that I was doing that.” It was kind of flattering to see herself larger than life. Were her eyes really that blue? Now she knew what people were talking about when asking about her long eyelashes. They were pretty too. “I figured there would be a few posters put up. Perhaps some advertisements on the side of a bus, but a billboard outside my school? Ugh.” Now she wanted to bury her head for completely different reasons.
She made a mental note to have her father write into the contracts that any advertisement she was in couldn’t be posted with in five thousand feet of the school.
--oOo—
“Hand me your phone.” Her mother stated once they got back to the Condo.
“What? Why?”
“You need your sleep. You can’t sleep if your friends all keep texting you.” She held her hand out.
“Fine.” Erika handed it over. Her mom did have a point.
“Here. Take these.” Her mother rummaged through some pill bottles and handed her some tablets and a glass of water.
“Vicodin?”
Her mother nodded. “And a sleep aid, and your after-seizure medicine.”
“Oh, yes. Thank you.” She was happier about the Vicodin than the others. Anything to take away or at least dull the pain.
--oOo—
“Almost done.” Samantha said around a bobby pin in her mouth. She slipped it out and pushed it through Erika’s hair and fastened it into place. “Well?”
Erika turned her head from side to side as she looked at Samantha’s handy work. “I don’t know how you do it.” She was in awe. Samantha had pinned her curls to the top of her head in such and artistic, beautiful way.
“Let me spray it.” Samantha put a hand on her shoulder to keep her in place as she sprayed hairspray to hold her hair in place.
“Sasha would be proud.” Erika beamed. She picked her crystal dangling earrings up from the counter and placed them in her ears. “Wow.” She turned and gave Samantha a huge hug. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You’re going to mess up my hair.”
“Oh, sorry.” Erika released her. She turned and admired herself in the mirror. She was wearing the red sweater dress that she had worn to the Christmas party. Instead of nylons she wore black leggings and flats. Julian had warned her that Christmas eve mass was not only long, but there would be a lot of standing. “It would look better with heels, wouldn’t it?”
Samantha nodded. “Julian said flats, so…” Samantha looked down at her own feet in flats.
“Are you girls ready?” Erika’s mom called from the hall.
“Yes, we are coming,” Erika answered. She and Samantha met the rest of the family in the living room. “Mom, you look amazing.” Erika beamed. Her mother was wearing the outfit that she had picked out for her on their shopping trip.
“I may have you go shopping for me.” Her grandmother nodded.
“Samantha is the ace shopper.” Erika directed the attention to her friend.
“You all look amazing. “Her dad took them all in. “we need to get going if we’re picking up Tricia.
The car was pretty cozy as they pulled into the church parking lot.
Erika was dazzled by all of the women and little girls all in their best dresses. As Eric, he might have noticed a few of the prettier ones. Now, she was almost overwhelmed.
“Wow, it’s busy.” Erika commented.
“To Catholics it’s a sin to miss Christmas mass.” Her grandmother huddled deeper into her coat.
“Erika, Tricia, and Samantha? “Julian greeted. “that is one Christmas gift to cross off my list.” He smiled. “and your parents? Fantastic.”
“hi Julian. This is my Grandmother.” Erika introduced.
“Hey, I saw your billboard.” Julian smiled. “Looking good.”
Erika could feel her face flush. “I didn’t know they were going to put it on a billboard. Especially right outside of school.”
“I didn’t know you were modeling.” Julian smiled. “You look amazing. People at school are talking.”
“I can only guess what about.” She rolled her eyes.
Samantha chuckled. “Some of the girls are extremely jealous.”
“I’m sure some of the guys are too.” Tricia added. “After all I am now dating a model.”
Julian joined the laughing. “Well, Merry Christmas to you all. Get inside to the warmth. It’s starting to get packed in there.”
Julian was right. Erika almost felt like she was late to the party. Her family found some seats. The church choir was singing, filling the church with beautiful music.
Erika nudged Tricia. “There are the Wilson twins.” Erika pointed out. She waved at Annie who nudged Allie. Both waved back. Thankfully there wasn’t a big area of openness around them tonight.
“The twins from Adams?” Tricia asked. “Isn’t there a rumor that one of them is Trans?”
Erika nodded.
More and more people filed into the church. Soon it was standing room only. People even began standing against the walls along the sides.
The choir changed songs and a hush fell over room as everyone stood. A procession of candle bearers and altar boys filed in. Julian came in holding a Bible high over his head.
Erika was only a little less shocked than Samantha
The evening was filled with prayer, song and praise. Tricia held her hand through most of the service and even nestled against her shoulder during part.
Julian’s face was one of peace and absolute joy as he helped Father Daniel in various tasks as the service progressed.
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“That was a beautiful service.” Her grandmother smiled as they exited the church. “It seems like you have found a nice church.”
“Well, we have only been a handful of times.” Erika admitted.
“You have friends here already.” Her grandmother remarked.
“Erika.” Father David greeted. “I’m glad you came to celebrate with us.
“Uh, thank you Father.” She almost stammered. He remembered her name. This is my Grandmother visiting for the holidays.” She introduced.
“So glad you could celebrate with us.” He took her hand.
“These are my parents. You have met Samantha, and this is my girlfriend, Tricia.”
Father David greeted them in turn. “You have a very special daughter here.” He stated. “Julian has nothing but high praise for her and that means something coming from him.”
“We think she is special.” Her father agreed.
“I’ve never really been fond of church.” Tricia admitted, “But this wasn’t too bad. This is where you’ve been spending your Sunday mornings?”
Erika nodded. “Samantha has started joining me. Perhaps you will too.”
“I’ll have to think about it. I like my sleep-in days.”
“Erika.” Allie greeted with Annie at her side. “You didn’t’ tell us you were a model.”
Erika wanted to groan.
“We love your billboard.” Annie added. “They put one up near our school.”
“I even saw your ad on a taxi yesterday.” Allie stated.
“Thank you.” Erika blushed. “I didn’t expect the ad campaign to be so wide spread.
“We think it is fantastic.”
“Thanks again.”
“Merry Christmas, Erika.” Annie guided her twin off to rejoin her family.
“They seem like nice girls.” Her Grandmother smiled as Erika and her friends slid into the car. “Are they friends from your school too?”
“No.” They go to the other High school.”
“Twins?” her grandmother asked.
Erika nodded. “And on the cheerleading squad.”
“There is a rumor that one of them is like Erika.” Tricia added.
“Oh?” her Grandmother raised an eyebrow. “I couldn’t tell.”
“Annie was shot by a homophobe last month.” Erika explained. “That’s when it became known.”
“Shot?” That is horrible. I hope she is okay.”
“According to her sister it was touch and go for a while, but yes, everything seems to be okay.”
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“You girls need to come inside and have some cake.” Her father instructed as he parked the car.
“I can’t stay long.” Tricia nodded. “but cake sounds great.”
“It’s our family’s oatmeal cake.” Erika’s eyes flashed with excitement.
“Oatmeal?” Tricia wondered.
“Wait until you try it. It is amazing.”
The family and friends shed their coats once in the warm condo. Erika’s mother was already cutting pieces of the scrumptious cake.
“Merry Christmas.” Samantha grinned pulling a package out of her purse and handing it to Erika.”
“I got you something too.” Tricia went back to her coat and pulled out a package.
“Hold on.” Erika ran to the small Christmas tree and pulled out two identical packages and handed them to her best friends.
The gift from Samantha contained two pairs of fuzzy socks and a gift certificate for a pedicure.
Tricia’s small package contained a pretty heart pendent and matching earring. Erika squealed and had Tricia help her put the necklace on.
The feeling of Tricia’s lips caressing the back of her neck sent charges of excitement up and down her spine.
“Merry Christmas, I hope you like it.” Tricia smiled at Erika.
Erika pulled her girlfriend in for a long lip lock. “I love it.” She looked into Tricia’s eyes as they parted.
Both friends were excited to receive the framed pictures of them with Santa.
“Wow, this cake is fantastic.” Tricia said with her mouth full.
“It’s one of my favorite things about Christmas eve.” Erika admitted. “It’s a great dessert and breakfast.”
“I need to get home.” Tricia announced. “Samantha, are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you, Mr., and Mrs. Martin for allowing me to join you tonight.” She stated. “It was great meeting you.” She bid farewell to Erika’s grandmother.
“Did you have a good evening?” Erika’s dad asked after her friends had left.
“Yes. It was wonderful.” Erika collapsed on the sofa.
“You’re not done yet.” Her mother stated.
“Huh?”
Her mother pulled a gift from under the tree and handed it to her. This was different. Normally her family’s tradition was to open gifts Christmas morning.
Erika ripped through the wrapping paper, opened the box and pulled out a pair of pajamas.
Light blue and covered with yellow duckys.
Erika giggled. They were adorable.
“I was hoping you’d like them.” Her mother smiled. “They made me laugh.”
“They are perfect.” Erika stifled a yawn. “I need to get to bed anyway. I’ll go put them on.”
Erika was stunned when reaching room. Her clock read two o’clock in the morning. No wonder she was yawning.
Erika stripped out of her clothes, slipped into her new, soft Pjs and got ready for bed, cleaning her face, pulling out bobby pins and brushing out her hair. She was so tired, she almost forgot to go back out and show off her new sleepwear.
“Oh good, they fit.” Her mother clapped her hands.
“Sorry.” Erika yawned again. “I need to get to bed.” She gave kisses all around and stumbled into bed.
The smell of bacon and coffee brought Erika out of her slumber. She stretched in bed and took a minute or two to be able to open her eyes.
Christmas! It was Christmas morning and she had slept in! She couldn’t remember the last time she slept in on Christmas morning. Perhaps it was how late Christmas Eve Mass ran and then cake and gifts. Two o’clock was late even for a teenager to be staying up.
Erika smiled as she fingered the pendent at her throat and wriggled her toes in the fuzzy socks. She definitely had made good friends.
After using the bathroom, Erika padded out to the kitchen to see her mother and grandmother sipping on coffee at the table as her father was like a whirlwind in the kitchen making breakfast.
“Coffee.” Erika croaked.
“Have a seat, honey, I’ll bring it to you.” Her father spun to the coffee maker. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.” She greeted back and then to her mother and grandmother.
The coffee had its desired effect as it warmed her and woke her brain up, just in time for her father to place a plate of breakfast in front of her. French toast, bacon, eggs just the way she liked them, and a slice of oatmeal cake.
“It looks and smells amazing.” She inhaled the aroma before tucking in. The oatmeal cake was the first to disappear.
Once she had her fill and groaned with delight, she gathered up all of the dishes on the table and quickly rinsed them before depositing them into the dishwasher.
“Can we finally open gifts?” her father whined.
“Please?” Erika joined.
“Fine.” Her mother tried not to smile.
The family settled in the living room while Erika started divvying up the packages and gift bags. She was a little disappointed with how few she seemed to have, but her parents had just bought her a new wardrobe what could she expect?”
Patience was definitely a virtue that Erika struggled with. She tried so hard to wait for the others to open their gifts before she opened hers.
The first few gifts were clothes. Expected, they were wonderful. Her mother must have really nailed down her style. Of course, the day of shopping for a new wardrobe had to have helped with that.
“It isn’t much, but this is from me.” Her grandmother handed her an envelope.
Erika opened it and pulled out a beautiful card about having a granddaughter. Inside she found a Visa gift card.
“Thank you, Grandma.” Erika wiped away wetness from her eyes as she finished reading the card. She threw her arms around her Grandmother and enveloped her in a big hug.
“This is from me.” Her father handed her a card as well.
Feeling very curious, Erika opened it to find a funny card and a note.
Love Dad.
“Seriously?” Erika looked to her father.
“You still need clothes and stuff.” He shrugged.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She gave him a hug as well.
“Then there is the one from me.” Her mother sighed.
“Really?”
Her mother nodded. She pointed to a small box sitting on window sill.
Erika retrieved it and wondered why her mom and dad were exchanging strange looks.
She opened it up and found pill bottles. She looked questioningly at her mother.
“You can start them when you wish.” Her mother stated.
Erika’s face was still blank.
“HRT meds.” Her mother forced a smile.
“What?” Erika screamed. “For reals?”
Her mother nodded. “I spoke to your therapist and your Endocrinologist.”
Erika felt light headed. She forced herself to take a few deep breaths. She became very aware of her vision, hoping that it wasn’t graying around the edges. Nope. Just excitement.
She sat down hard and looked from the box to her mother and back to the box.
“Seriously?” She questioned again.
Her mother nodded.
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16
Erika woke up with a smile. She bounded over to her bathroom sink and happily took the HRT that her mother okayed and filled for her. She never thought that her mother would be okay with her transitioning. Even a month ago it would have been unbelievable.
Erika smiled at herself in the mirror and unzipped her new ducky pajamas and stared at her breast forms. Hopefully in a few months she wouldn’t need them anymore. The thought excited her.
It was Tricia day. She and her girlfriend hadn’t spent much time together since Tricia started Diving practice. It seemed like every moment of every day outside of school was devoted to her leaping off the tall platform, spinning, twisting and summersaulting through the air. Today however, she had Tricia all to herself.
She hopped into a long hot shower and made sure to shave just about every inch of her skin. She spent extra time on her makeup and hair and picked out what she hoped would be a sexy but comfortable outfit. She didn’t know what Tricia was planning, it could be anything from shopping and a movie to just cuddling at home. Personally, she was hoping for the later.
“Good morning.” Her father greeted sipping his coffee.
“Morning, Daddy.”
“I got a detailed email about your photoshoot tomorrow.” He handed her a sheet of paper. “It is going to be a very long day. Six o’clock start time.”
“Ugh.” Erika poured herself a mug of the steaming, dark liquid. She poured in some milk and added a bit of sugar before taking a sip.
“Did you find out anything about the spa?” He raised an eyebrow.
Erika shook her head. “I’ve been distracted at school the last few days before Christmas.”
“It says here that they don’t plan to wrap up your photo shoot until close to nine at night.”
“Seriously?” Erika set down her coffee and began reading the email. “What could they possibly be shooting that would take that long?”
“I guess we will find out tomorrow. I suggest you don’t stay out late with Tricia.”
Erika glanced at the clock on the stove. “She should be here anytime.”
“She is driving now?” her mother asked joining them.
“Leeza is in town for Christmas.” Erika explained. “She is driving.”
“That is nice of her.”
The security gate buzzed letting them know that someone was there to see them.
“We are here.” Tricia’s voice came over the speaker.
Erika’s mother pressed the button to allow them in.
“Have a good day, and remember, you’re going to have a very long day tomorrow.” Her father kissed her cheek.
Erika slipped her coat on and headed out to meet her friends.
“I heard that you are starting HRT.” Leeza greeted as Erika slid into the back seat beside Tricia.
“Yes.” Erika beamed.
“You have been warned about the side effects?”
“I’ll talk to my shrink about them next visit.” Erika brushed the thought away and kissed Tricia good morning.
“Be sure you do.” Leeza insisted. “It’ll be an emotional rollercoaster for a bit. But some of the other changes are incredible.”
“Where are we off to?” Erika asked Tricia.
“I was hoping we could just hang at my place.” Tricia bit her lower lip. “It’ll be nice to relax for a day or two. That is if you don’t mind.”
“I was hoping you would suggest that.” Erika took Tricia’s hand and kissed the back of it as she caressed her fingers. “I have an early start tomorrow and a super long day. I’m supposed to report by six and wrap up around nine at night.”
“Whoa, that is a long day.” Tricia agreed.
“I was hoping to drive by the school and check out your billboard.” Leeza posed.
“It’s kind of embarrassing.” Erika stated. “I didn’t’ know they were going to put up billboards and right outside of school no less.”
“She is beautiful.” Tricia grinned “I like it.” She gave Erika a big smile.
“Is that i?” Leeza asked as they approached the school.
“Oh no.” Tricia’s voice fell.
Erika looked up to the twenty-foot picture of herself and saw ‘FRAUD’ painted across her face in red spray paint. Her heart sunk as the feeling of impending doom overshadowed her thoughts.
“Who would do such a thing?” Leeza voiced.
“Taylor?” Tricia muttered the question to Erika who shrugged.
“It could be worse.” Erika sighed. “It could read Tranny, or he/she.”
I’m sure that the billboard company will be replacing it soon.” Leeza assured as they continued down the road.
A bus pulled up next to their car as they sat at a red light.
“Look!” Tricia exclaimed bouncing in her seat and pointing out the window.
Erika looked to see a large advertisement with her face plastered across the side of the bus and turned three shades of red. Part of her was embarrassed by the ad, but a part of her was quite proud.
“That is so cool.” Leeza joined her little sister’s enthusiasm.
The girls pulled into the grocery store parking lot and entered the store. Twenty minutes later they were loading bags of snacks and goodies into the trunk before heading back to Tricia’s house.
“Leeza?” Erika inquired. “Would it be possible for you to drive by my old house? I haven’t seen it since the night of the fire. My parents have been keeping me away from it.”
“Sure, hon.”
Erika stepped out of the car and walked up the driveway to where her house once stood. “It’s gone.” She stated in disbelief. “They didn’t tell me that they were demolishing it.” She took Tricia’s proffered hand.
The driveway was all that remained of the old house. Bare earth with excavator track marks were all that had remained. Even the rope course and front landscaping was gone. It’s like someone erased it off the Earth as if it was an error on a math test.
“Are they getting to rebuild it?” Leeza asked from the car.
“They haven’t said anything to me.” Erika felt off kilter, as if in some surreal world. “The last I heard, they were still debating whether to rebuild or sell.”
“I guess this makes it one step closer to either one.” Leeza stated.
“I’m sorry, Erika.” Tricia squeezed her hand. “I didn’t know. I haven’t been by since the night of the fire.”
Erika took a deep breath and suppressed the tears blurring her vision. “Let’s go.” She turned back to the car. “There is nothing here for me now.”
The girls unloaded the bags of groceries into the kitchen then Leeza shooed them out.
“You two go start your movie and relax, I’ll take care of these.” Leeza was nearly pushing them up the stairs. “I’ll bring up some snacks in a few minutes.”
Tricia took Erika’s hand and led her into the T.V. room. Still holding Erika’s hand, she picked up a remote and pushed a few buttons. Music for the movie came on almost uncomfortably loud.
“What movie did you put in?” Erika yelled over the soundtrack.
Tricia shrugged and pulled Erika into her bedroom. Once inside, Tricia’s mouth found Erika’s. Erika forgot about the movie and reciprocated. The smell of Lavender filled her nose. It had been too long since she and Tricia had had some alone time. Her blood heated by Tricia’s touch, she couldn’t control herself. Erika’s fingers grabbed a handful of Tricia’s hair at her nape and pulled back her head so that her lips could feather across her girlfriend’s neck causing Tricia to gasp with delight.
“It’s been too long.” Erika’s voice just loud enough to be heard over the movie.
Tricia couldn’t utter a word, just a moan as Erika forced her back onto her bed, her lips once again finding Tricia’s.
“Who are you?” Tricia inquired gleefully between kisses.
“Someone who misses you too much.” Erika unbuttoned Tricia’s blouse and unhooked her front latch bra.
Erika’s tongue kept Tricia quiet as her fingers cupped and then caressed Tricia’s silky breasts. Her girlfriends’ nipples ripened like tiny grapes in Erika’s fingers. Her pelvis arched as she shuddered.
Erika’s hand slid down to Tricia’s jeans and unfastened them. Her fingers slid under her panties and found Tricia quite wet between her thighs. Again and again, Tricia’s pelvis arched as Erika repeatedly brought her to climax.
“What was that?” Tricia tried to catch her breath.
“I think they call it make up sex.” Erika grinned. She caressed Tricia’s cheek and lay next to her, laying her head on her chest.
Erika awoke to repeated knocking on the door. She jumped off of Tricia and smoothed her skirt down over her leggings as Tricia quickly pulled on her blouse without a bra and buttoned it up. Just as she was finishing the last button a much louder knock sounded at her door.
Tricia threw Erika a malicious smile with a sparkle in her eye. “This isn’t over.” Her eyes strayed to the door. “Yes?”
Leeza poked her head in and gave them both a knowing smile, “The ‘rents’ are home.” Leeza cautioned. “And half of your movie is over.”
“We’ll be right out.” Tricia had a hard time not smiling.
“You’ll need to wash your face.” Tricia smiled at Erika. “you’ve got lip gloss smeared all over it.”
Exiting the bathroom, Erika found Leeza sprawled on the loveseat, while Tricia sat on the couch and patted the place next to her.
“I brought your beverages up, but they got warm while you were ‘napping’.” Leeza stated. “and I’m afraid the popcorn is a bit cold now. Sorry.”
Erika took a seat next to Tricia who pulled her back to lay between her legs and lay her dark hair against the diver’s chest. “No problem sis.” Tricia let out a wistful sigh.
At least use the blanket.” Leeza tossed them a throw. Which Erika spread out over the two of them. “What movie are we watching anyway?” Erika asked.
“I think we need to start it over regardless.” Tricia picked up the remote with one hand while the other slid under the blanket to rest under Erika’s breasts and held her close.
--o0o—
“Thank you, both.” Erika waved to her two friends as they drove off. She was feeling such a high that she could have floated to the front door.
“I’m home.” She called out.
“How was your day?” Her grandmother inquired.
“Exactly what I needed.” Erika took off her coat and shoes and entered the main living area. A day of doing nothing but vegging.”
“I hope you got it out of your system, because you’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” Her father reminded her.
A cast of despair washed over her as she was reminded of the billboard. “Daddy, someone spray-painted ‘FRAUD’ over my face on the billboard.” She explained.
“I heard.” Her father nodded. “I got a call that they are replacing it tomorrow.”
“Who would do such a thing?” her mother’s voice was full of disdain.
“Someone jealous.” Her grandmother nodded with finality.
Erika shrugged. “Someone hurtful.” She muttered. “I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”
“Set your alarm.” Her father reminded as she closed the door to her room.
The morning may have started off with a disappointment, but the rest of the day was as she had explained, ‘exactly what she needed’.
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17
Erika was very thankful for the triple shot expresso which she sipped while her father drove her to her new job.
It was still dark out but the eastern horizon was beginning to silver. Her father covered a large yawn with his hand.
“Thank you for driving me this morning, Daddy.”
Her father nodded and took a sip of his own coffee as they pulled into a parking lot.
“There it is.” Erika pointed to the sign. Serenity Salon and spa.
The beauty spa was relatively new to Constitution, only a few people she knew had heard of it, but a Google search had brought up some good reviews.
Her dad parked next to several cars near the entrance. A sign on the front door read closed for a private event.
The door opened, just as her father reached for it.
“You must be the Martins.” A middle-aged woman greeted. “I’m Jessie, the owner of Serenity. Please come in.”
Erika walked into a small, posh waiting area. A limestone wall framed by potted plants. The scent of lavender and vanilla was soothing.
Jessie led them through frosted glass double doors and into a large waiting room with over stuffed sage green chairs and lounges. Vases of flowers stood on small side tables. A few Chairs framed a limestone gas fireplace on one wall.
“Please have a seat.” She invited. “I’d offer coffee, but I see you have some. I have bagels, fruit and pastries?”
“I’m good, thank you.” Erika smiled.
Jessie took a seat across from them. “I saw your billboard, you look fantastic. When Joe talked to me and showed me pictures of that shoot, I knew you’d I perfect for our ad campaign.”
“Thank you.” Erika grinned. “What is your ad campaign? “
“We’d like you to be our model for the upcoming Prom season.” Jessie smiled. “we would like to do before and after photos of you for our brochures and ads. We Plan to give you a makeover which is why this will be an all-day shoot.”
“that sounds like fun, but I really don’t want to cut my hair.” Erika was a bit apprehensive.
Jessie smiled. “We were actually planning on giving you hair extensions, which you will of course be able to keep and we will remove them when you are done with them.”
“Really?” Erika bounced forward in her seat. How long do they last?”
“With proper care, three months.” Jessie smiled at Erika’s enthusiasm. “We will also be giving you a bit of a spa treatment today, but a lot of it will be while Joe is shooting you. So mixing work with pleasure.”
“Sounds fantastic.” Erika agreed.
“We have a robe for you to change into through these doors.” Jessie directed her to small room.
Erika entered a small private changing area that held a bank of lockers. She shrugged out of her clothes except her bra and panties. A warm, plush robe awaited her on a warmer. Erika sighed with delight as she wrapped up in its softness. Matching slippers enveloped her feet in sheer luxury.
As she emerged, Jessie led her into what looked to be a hair salon. On the far side, two women waited for her with smiles.
“These two will be doing your makeup and hair.” Jessie explained. “First we are going to do a light everyday look. Nothing fancy for the before pictures.”
Erika greeted the two women and sat in a chair as one set her hair on large hot rollers, while the other began her makeup.
“Good morning, Erika.” Joe strode in. “It’s good to be working with you again. I’m set up in the very front room for you.” He looked to the makeup artist. “How much longer?”
“Fifteen minutes?” She confirmed with a look from the woman doing Erika’s hair.
“Wardrobe?” Joe asked Jessie as she emerged from another room.
“I set up the racks in the quiet room.” She indicated the room that had the soft chairs and fireplace. “Slacks, and blouse to begin?”
Joe nodded.
Twenty minutes later, Erika stood in the front room wearing an ivory, button down blouse, charcoal gray slacks, and flats with a small heel.
“Great.” Joe told her as the lights flashed. “look over your shoulder, good, now look at me like you are about to go in to take your geometry test. Fantastic.”
Erika moved and posed for what seemed like hours. She was surprised when she looked at the clock and only thirty minutes had passed.
“Go robe up.” Joe directed.
The next two hours were spent sitting in a pedicure chair, reading a book next to the fireplace, eating finger sandwiches on a covered terrace and getting a facial.
“Okay, Erika. We’ll need you to slip out of your bra and lay face down on the massage table.”
“What?” Erika balked. “I, uh, I can’t take off my bra.”
“Sure you can. We’ll keep you covered. We just need to shoot you getting a massage.”
Erika’s heart was pounding. “I can’t.” She protested.
“I’ve seen thousands of women topless.” Joe assured her. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
Erika shook her head. “No, Joe. I can’t.”
Joe’s face was turning red. He tossed his camera for his assistant to catch, grabbed Erika by the arm and led her off to a corner. “What is your problem?” he demanded in hushed tones.
Erika’s heart felt like it was going to pound its way through her chest. “I don’t have breasts, yet.” She squeaked. “I wear breast forms.” She swallowed hard as she looked up at Joe, her face becoming as red as his.
Joe’s eyes flicked from her face to the cleavage showing above her robe and then back at her. “those aren’t real?”
Erika looked away, tears filling her eyes. “No.”
“Hey.” His tone changed. His voice became soft. “There are plenty of models out there who aren’t blessed with breasts.” He stated. “Like I said, I’ve seen thousands, of every size shape and color. We’ll keep you covered until you are in position and then we’ll begin shooting. No one will know except one or two people.” He lifted her chin to look him in the eye. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. You are a beautiful young woman breasts or no. okay?”
Erika took a deep breath. “Okay.”
True to his word, Joe made sure that Erika was covered the whole time as she lay face down on the massage table.
“Erika, this is Marco. He’ll be doing your massage.”
“A real massage? Not just posing?” Erika inquired. She had never had a massage before.
Jessie nodded. “It’ll be short, but yes. We have to get you back in the salon to start on your extensions.”
Marco’s strong hands lightly worked Erika’s muscles, tense from anxiety and stress of being found out. It wasn’t as relaxing as she would have liked, with Joe buzzing around taking photos of her from all different angles.
Back in her robe, Erika was led to the quiet room. Her dad sat next to the fireplace working on his tablet. He looked up and smiled. “How is it going?”
“Okay.” She shrugged.
“There is a buffet over here.” Jessie called from the opposite side of the room. “You should eat while you can.”
Erika was in the middle of loading up a plate when Joe walked into the room with a man a little older than her dad and wearing a very nice, expensive looking suit. A young man in his twenties, also wearing an expensive looking suit followed behind tapping at a tablet.
“Erika, Mr. Martin.” Joe got their attention. “I’d like you to meet Hal Winters.”
Erika’s dad stood and shook Mr. Winter’s hand. “John.”
“Hal.” Mr. Winters returned.
“Hal is an agent from Los Angeles.” Joe introduced. “I sent him some pictures of your last shoot and he was flying through the area and stopped by to meet you.” He smiled at Erika.
“Hello Erika.” Hal greeted. “Please, come have a seat next to your dad.”
“I’ve got to get set up for the next part.” Joe excused himself.
Erika took her plate and a bottle of water and joined her father. Mr. Winters took a seat across from him. The young man stood off to the side.
“Erika,” Mr. Winters greeted. “I understand that this is only your second modeling job?”
“Yes, Sir.” Erika put her plate down on the side table.
“You have done something that doesn’t happen very often.” He continued. “You’ve impressed Joe.” He grinned. “Joe sent me photos of your first shoot and has just shown me some very promising photos from this one.”
“Thank you.” Erika blushed.
Mr. Winters looked from Erika to her father. “I am an agent based in L.A. I work with bands, actors, actresses, models, and singers.” He handed her father a business card and then one to her. “Some of the names you might recognize are Michelle Gray and Tommy Kincaid.” He dropped.
Erika was stunned. This was Michelle Gray and Tommy Kincaid’s agent and he was sitting here in Constitution talking to her? Her heart skipped two beats and then pounded in her chest.
“Devon.” He turned to the younger man. “Some water, please.”
The Young man nodded and swiftly, but elegantly strode across the room and brought a cold-water bottle back to his boss. Mr. Winters took a good swallow and looked back at her and her father.
“I am considering offering my services to you.” He stated. “I could get you on national ads and even commercials depending upon if you can act.” He looked at Erika. “Have you been in any local productions or perhaps sing?”
Erika couldn’t utter a sound. She just shook her head.
“Perhaps in time. Let’s see how you do with print ads first.” He smiled. He looked up at Jessie who had just entered then back at Erika. “Ms. Martin, you are wanted. It was a pleasure meeting you.” He stood as she got up, shaking her hand. “I hope to see you again very soon.”
Erika took her plate and followed Jessie into the salon as Hal Winters, Michelle and Tommy Kincaid’s agent sat down to talk to her dad about her.
She absently age what was on her plate, not tasting a thing. Her stunned mind was still making sense of Mr. Winters wanting to be her agent.
Four women buzzed around her. Two were parting off tiny sections of her hair and using an interesting tool, bonded long lengths of hair to her own. The other two were their assistants.
“Usually it takes closes to six hours to put in extensions.” Jessie had explained. “But with two stylists and two assistants, It should be a lot quicker.
Erika took out her smart phone and turned it on. Several text messages and emails were awaiting her.
Samantha: So excited for you today. Let me know how it’s going.
Tricia: Just checking in, Love. How are you doing?
Tricia: What time are you done tonight? Would love to spend more quality time with you.
Victoria: Hey Girl! Love the Billboard. Everyone is talking about it. So many are so jealous. Hope you’re having a great Holiday.
Tricia: Drove by the school. They are replacing your billboard.
Allie: Hello Erika. Annie and I loved seeing you at Mass. Sorry to see someone defaced your billboard. Hope you are having a good Christmas.
Mom: How are you doing? Your Grandmother is so excited about your modeling. We are hoping you are having a fantastic day.
Tricia: Text me when you can. I miss you.
Erika answered the texts and opened her email.
Hey Erika,
What the hell is going on there? Has everyone lost their minds? Krystal Told me that you were freaking model now. WTF?
You didn’t even like the idea of being a girl at camp and you’re now a model? I must be losing my mind.
Dad’s on a business trip this Christmas as usual. He promised to take me to St. Thomas when he gets back, but I’m not counting on it. If he does it’ll probably be either a business trip or a vacation with a girlfriend.
Hope you are having a better Christmas than I am.
Rachel.
Merry Christmas Erika.
Haven’t heard from you in a while. I heard that the brain operation went well.
Victoria sent me a picture of your face on a billboard. How did that happen?
Would love to hear from you,
Danni.
Erika looked up to see her dad approach. He dragged a stool over to her.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“Was that seriously a Hollywood agent, Dad?”
Her father nodded. Yes. Hal Winters. He seems to be a pretty big deal in Hollywood. He likes the photos that you are doing. He wants to see how this one turns out. If it is as good as the insurance campaign, he’ll offer you a contract.”
“Holy Shit.” Erika gasped.
“Hey, watch your language.” Her dad admonished, “But yea, holy shit.”
Erika bit her lip. “Does he know about. . . . you know?”
Her father shook his head. “Not yet, but I suspect that is something that he’ll need to know soon.”
“Tricia text and said that they are replacing the defaced billboard.”
Her father nodded. “Good.”
“Have you told mom yet?” she inquired.
“Just about to call her now. How are you holding up?” he leaned over to watch as the women installed the extensions.
“Fine. It’s kind of weird seeing this.” Erika pulled long strands of curly dark hair across her chest.
“It’s looking good.” He smiled. “I’m going to call you mom.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
Erika looked at her reflection in the mirror in awe. This morning, her dark hair barely brushed past the top of her shoulders, now voluminous curls fell nearly to her belly. “That is amazing. Thank you.” She smiled at the women who had just spent two hours working on her hair.
The makeup artist then stepped in. “You ready for the next step?” she asked.
“Can I use the Ladies room first?”
“Right over there.” She pointed.
Erika had to pull the long tresses over her shoulder for fear of them resting on the porcelain.
This day was almost unbelievable. With instant long hair, bits of spa treatments, Hal Winters wanting to sign her… It was just unbelievable.
Erika washed her hands and sat back down for her makeup.
“This will be a light everyday look as well.” Jessie stated. “You’ll then pose while getting a manicure and pedicure and then we’ll do the final look.”
“Okay.” Erika nodded.
“How are you doing? Can I get you something?” Jessie asked.
“A drink please?” Erika closed her eyes as the artist began applying a base to her face.
An hour and a half later, Erika’s fingers felt relaxed and pretty. A new set of gel nails painted a light pink with tiny metal flecks kept catching her eye as they sparkled in the light. Her feet felt tingly and fantastic, the slippers feeling even softer on her feet.
“Okay let’s break for dinner.” Joe and Jessie agreed.
Erika grabbed a salad and tucked into it as her father worked on his laptop and was on the phone.
“Joe says that he is getting some first-rate photos of you.” Jessie startled Erika as she came up from behind. “We are very excited that you’re doing this for us. Just a few more hours and we’ll be done.”
Erika found herself back in the makeup chair. This time getting a heavier application. As the makeup woman worked on her face, a stylist was curling and styling her hair.
When finished the women refused to allow Erika a glimpse in the mirror, both smiling manically. Erika was then directed to a whole rack of red dresses.
“Blue looks better on me.” Erika informed Jessie and Joe.
“I know it does.” Joe stated, but for sake of these being prom pictures, red is the color that will pop.”
It took trying on a dozen dresses before Joe and Jessie were satisfied.
“Here dear. Put these on.” Jessie handed Erika some simple, but flashy earrings. She stood back and grinned like a proud mother. “Stunning.”
“Can I look now?” Erika asked.
“Yes, of course.”
Erika was speechless as she gazed at the beautiful woman in the mirror. Was that really her? The right side of her ebony hair had been pulled back and clipped just behind the ear with a silver rhinestone hair comb. The curls with the added length of the extensions cascaded over her left shoulder covering her breast. A red beaded dress with a halter neck showed off slim smooth shoulders and tapered in to her waist. The skirt flared, just slightly and cascaded down to her rhinestone strappy sandals that peaked out of a slit that ran up to just past her knee.
“No, no. You can’t cry.” Jessie ran forward with a tissue and dabbed at her eyes. “What do you think?”
Erika just shook her head in wonder. She had always thought that Samantha was the most beautiful girl that she had ever known. This young woman looking back at her now would definitely give her a run for that title.
Erika’s eyes darted from the image of her to that of her father entering the room. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he gazed with pride upon her. “You look….. you look….. I have no words. Beautiful doesn’t come close to describing how stunning you look.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Okay, we need to touch up your makeup and get your last shoot done.” Jessie physically directed Erika into the other room.
Joe had her posing in the front room again for close to an hour before calling a halt. “Okay, only a few more.” He told Erika.
Jessie and all of the people who worked on Erika throughout the day came in, all dressed nicely. “Group photo.” Jessie smiled at Erika. Erika felt like a movie star as they all gathered around her and posed for a few pictures.
“Only one more quick shoot to go.” Jessie promised Erika. She led her back into the quiet room. “We have to get pictures with a prom date.”
The furniture by the fireplace had all moved to the opposite side of the room. Her father was by the fireplace talking to a young man in a tux with his back to her. With broad shoulders the young man definitely filled a tux nicely.
Her father’s eyes flicked up to hers, they smiled with mirth and he smiled. The young man turned towards her.
“Jake?”
Authors note: I'd like to thank Melanie Brown for permission to use and mention her characters.
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“Hel-“ Jake’s jaw dropped open as he just stared at her.
“Oh good, you two know one another.” Jessie smiled.
“Yes.” Erika didn’t take her eyes off of the star running back of her school. “Jake and I have a class together.” His jaw was still hanging open in disbelief which made her a little self-conscious, but part of her was thrilled at the reaction. He did fill out the tux very well indeed.
Jake suddenly became aware of his surroundings as Joe was snapping pictures. “Whoa.” He managed. “You look…. Damn girl, you look amazing.”
Flattered, Erika felt her face flush. “You look pretty good too.” She grinned.
“Okay you two. You seem to like one another, so this will be easier. You are going to come together as if meeting before going to your prom. “Joe instructed. Mr. Martin, stand off to the side, but I’ll need you in a moment.
Erika and Jake stood opposite from one another in front of the fireplace just staring at one another.
Erika saw Jake’s eyes scanning from her eyes down to the ground and back to her eyes.
“Okay give her the corsage.” Joe instructed as his camera went to work.
The two stepped up to one another. Jake held out a small plastic box holding a white flower. Jessie stepped up but remained out of the photos. Jake handed her the box.
His eyes finally left Erika and looked down at the corsage. “It’s a wrist one.” He looked back up at Erika with relief.
“Slowly now.” Joe instructed.
Erika held out her wrist as Jake slid the gardenia on to her forearm.
“Would you two be okay with a kiss or two?” Joe asked.
Erika bit her lip as Jake began to chuckle, which caused Erika to giggle.
“Eggsnog.” They both said at once.
Erika turned to Joe still giggling. “Yes. I think it’ll be okay.”
Jake stepped forward and placed his hands on her hips and leaned in. Erika closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, her heart began to beat a bit faster as her nose filled with his musk. His lips touched hers causing bursts of energy to run through her body. Her toes literally began to curl, in an effort to keep them from curling too much, she lifted her heel.
“Perfect.” Joe sounded excited, “Hold that.”
The instructions eroded some of the romance out of the feeling, but only until his lips parted and sucked on her lower lip which made her gasp as she felt her knee start to buckle. She quickly put down her other foot and grabbed his shoulders tighter to maintain her balance.
“Looking good.” Joe encouraged.
One of Jake’s hands left her waist and moved up to the small of her back. His lips parted and his tongue sought entry. All thoughts of what was happening left her brain as she tasted him.
“Too much.” Joe pulled his camera away. “Too much, you’ve got your faces smashed together. Erika?”
“Erika!” her father’s voice was more firm, snapping her back to what was going on.
She pulled back and bit her lip, Jake’s taste still in her mouth his scent still making her heady.
“Makeup.” Joe called.
Erika stepped back from Jake as the makeup artist came darting in.
“Are you two dating?” She asked as she repaired Erika’s smudged lipstick. “Cuz holy crap girl, you two have got all of the women in here steamed up.”
“Huh uh.” Erika managed. “But we did have a fling at a Christmas party.”
“You two look great together.” She affirmed. She stepped over to Jake and cleaned lipstick off from around his mouth and whispered something to him that Erika couldn’t make out.
“Okay let’s try this again. But you’re going to act like your posing for Prom pictures.” Joe coached. “Jake, stand behind Erika and hold her hips. That’s good, now skooch a smidge to your right. Perfect. Now both of you look at the camera and smile.” Several flashes went off. “Alright, now stay where you are, but Erika lean back into him a touch and both of you look at one another. Good, good.”
“Okay, that is a wrap.” Joe called out. He tossed his camera to his young assistant and stepped forward. He wrapped Erika up in a hug. “That was a long day and you were amazing.”
“Thank you.” Erika was a little put off. Joe was known for being cold and distant and here he was hugging her?
Joe released Erika and shook her dad’s hand. “It was a pleasure.” He nodded.
“Are you two dating?” Jessie inquired of the high school couple.
“No.” Erika gave a nervous laugh.
“Could have fooled, us.” Jessie stated. “We need to get that makeup off of your face and your hair brushed out before we let you leave.” She directed Erika back to the salon room.
Erika turned to look for Jake but he was being directed into a changing room to get out of his tux.
Erika pulled out her phone.
Erika: Of all the people, you had to be my model date? She texted him.
Jake: I was surprised when I met your dad tonight. I was approached yesterday.
Erika: What am I going to tell Tricia?
Jake: Nothing? It was part of the job, it didn’t mean anything.
Erika suddenly felt hurt.
Erika: Didn’t mean anything? You must be an awful good actor,
Jake: I didn’t mean it that way.
Erika: What way did you mean it?
Jake: I meant that. . . . well. . . . I did like it. But I don’t want to get between you and Tricia
Erika: Some ego thinking you are that good.
Part of her had to admit that he was actually an amazing kisser, but seriously.
Erika put the phone down as her head was being pulled as the stylists were brushing out hair spray and pulling out hair pins. Her phone buzzed a couple of times. Then came the makeup remover and a good facial scrub. Her phone buzzed another time or two
“We’re going to shampoo your hair and get the rest of the product out.” The stylist took her to the shampoo bowl. As she shampooed, she instructed Erika on the proper way to care for the extensions.
Suddenly Jake was standing over her while her hair was being conditioned.
“You stopped answering your texts.” He stated. “Listen, I just want to say that I was hired to do a photo shoot for this place. I didn’t know that you were the model that I was shooting with. I like you Erika. I hope that you have seen that in the past few weeks. You are a fantastic kisser and Tricia is very lucky. But if you ever decide to swing the other way, I’ll be here.” He paused and looked down at her worry etched in his face. “I just want to be your friend and I hope that that kiss doesn’t ruin that.” With that he spun on his heels and walked away.
The only think Erika could hear was the water rinsing out her hair.
“He seems like a keeper.” The stylist stated. “Not many men can or will say such heartfelt things.”
Erika’s heart felt like it was imploding. “Yeah, he is a great guy.”
--o0o—
Long hair, Erika decided was as much a burden as it was a blessing. It took an eternity to dry and forever to style. She misted her long dark curls with some light hair spray and began applying her mascara.
“Hurry, we need to get going.” Her mother called.
“Coming.” She finished with a flick of the wand and quickly added a pale shimmering pink gloss to her lips before padding out to where her mother and grandmother were wiggling into their coats.
Erika slid her feet into some boots with a slight heal and pulled a matching leather jacket on over a blue turtleneck sweater.
“I just want to hug you and hold you in my arms for a week.” Her grandmother admitted as she watched Erika flick her long hair out over the lapel of the Jacket.
“You will be coming back soon, won’t you?” She asked.
“Maybe I’ll come back to see you go to Prom.” Her grandmother smiled. “I can’t get over how beautiful you look. Even more beautiful than your mother.”
Erika flushed under the praise.
The three women loaded into the car and drove to the airport.
“Just drop me off here, dear.” Her grandmother directed to a drop off zone.
Erika jumped out of the car as her mother popped the trunk and unloaded her grandmother’s bag.
“Thank you for everything, Grandma.” She hugged the older woman.
“I didn’t do anything.” Her grandmother insisted.
“You talked to mom about me going through with this.” Erika gestured at her body.
“She would have come around eventually.”
“No, Gran, she wouldn’t. Dad was about to leave her. Thank you.”
“You take care and send me pictures of what you and your girlfriends are doing.” Gran gave her another squeeze. “I’ll have my neighbor’s son come and show me how to use that skype thing you were telling me about.”
Erika giggled while tears filled her eyes.
Her Grandmother took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “I love you, don’t your forget it.”
Her grandmother turned away and released her hand, and rolled her bags into the terminal.
Erika sat in the front seat and buckled up. “That was a good visit.” She told her mom.
“Yes, it was.” Her mother agreed as she pulled back out into traffic.
The car felt quieter on the way home and the condo felt emptier. Erika slid out of her coat and boots and went into her room and flopped on her bed.
She had just drifted off to sleep when she heard her mother’s phone go off. In her snoozing state, she heard her mother’s voice getting excited.
Erika rubbed some of the grogginess from her eyes and went in search of the apparent excitement.
“Oh, she’s up.” Her mother said into her phone. “Hold on, I’ll put it on speaker.” She glanced at Erika. “It’s your father.” She pushed a button on her phone. “Okay, you’re on.”
“What’s all this about?” Erika flopped into the sofa near her mother.
“Mr. Winters wants to sign you.” Her dad announced.
It was like someone doused her with a bucket of ice water. All sleepiness was gone. “Seriously?”
“Apparently, Joe sent him some of the photos from the shoot the other day.” Her father’s voice was cracking, he was so excited. “Mr. Winters wants to meet with you to sign a contract asap. He wants to video conference with us tonight.”
“Holy – “
“Watch it young lady.” Her mother admonished.
“Macaroni.” Erika finished
Erika felt like she was in bizarro world. She was going to be signed with a professional modeling agent. She called Tricia, but her girlfriend didn’t pick up the phone so she called Samantha and spilled on the latest. She was so excited, she couldn’t sit still, she was actually bouncing on her bed as she spoke to her friend.
She then emailed Aunt Carrie, Danni, Katie, and Rachel and told them. She was just finishing up the email when Tricia called back.
“Where’ve you been?” Erika asked.
“I was getting my hair done at the salon.” Tricia apologized. “I couldn’t answer.”
Erika told her about her father’s call and the video conference.
“What about our date?” Tricia sounded a little disappointed. “We were supposed to go out tonight for New Years.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” Erika apologized. Maybe if it doesn’t take long, I’ll still be able to come over.”
Tricia sighed. “I’m sorry. I am excited for you. It’s just I was excited to see you tonight too.”
“Ditto.” Erika’s excitement was a bit subdued by her girlfriend’s disappointment. “Still plan on us going out. We’ll just have to get a little later start than planned.”
“Okay.” Tricia didn’t sound convinced. “I hope your conference goes well.”
Erika hung up and started going through her closet. She needed something that would present well for Mr. Winters and then she’d need something sexy and fun for her date with Tricia.
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“We have run into a small issue.” Mr. Winters stated after greeting everyone. “We do a back-ground check on all of our talent and have not been able to find any information about Erika Martin.”
Erika’s heart dropped in her chest.
“That is an issue that we have been working on.” Her father nodded. “Erika is currently using a different last name. Erika Summers.”
Mr. Winters nodded and looked over to someone off camera. “I see.” He said. “Is Summers her ‘stage’ name?”
“I haven’t really thought about it.” Erika admitted.
Mr. Winters looked off screen again, his lips tightened. “There’s something you aren’t telling me.” He stated. “As an agent, I need to know about any secrets, or issues so that I can help or correct various things.” He paused. “Erika isn’t part of a witness protection program, is she?”
“No.” her father stated. “The truth is,” he looked at Erika and then back to Mr. Winters, “Erika Summers used to be Eric Martin. She is transgendered and in the process of transitioning.”
“That makes more sense.” Mr. Winters didn’t have any judgment in his voice.
“I began transitioning last summer without my parents knowing.” Erika explained. “To avoid bullying at school, I changed my name to Summers.”
“Did you legally change it?” Mr. Winters cut in.
Both her and her dad shook their head. “It was easier once she was at school to just leave it that way.” Her dad stated. “I figured, once she had graduated, then we could deal with the legal issues.”
“This won’t cause you to cancel our contract, will it?” Erika’s voice cracked.
Mr. Winters shook his head. “I have several talents that are Transgender.” He stated.
“Really?” Erika was surprised.
Mr. Winters nodded. “Of course, I can’t tell you who. Just know that in this industry it isn’t unheard of. Now, are there any other secrets that I need to know about? Drinking? Drug use? Self-mutilation? Domestic violence?”
Erika shook her head as he ticked off different issues.
Mr. Winters looked specifically at Erika. “If there are any of these issues that you find you’d like to talk to me about later, call me.” He directed. “As long as I know about them, no matter how bad they may be, I can get you help.”
“Yes, thank you, Mr. Winters.” Erika nodded understanding.
Hal Winters smiled. “Okay, then. I’ll have Devon draft a contract and send it to you to look over. Can you get away for a few days?” he asked. “I’d like to fly you out here to get some exposure.”
“When?” her mother asked.
“Can you come out next Friday?”
“I’ll be on a business trip.” Her father stated, but Nancy can go with her.”
Her mother nodded agreement.
“Fantastic.” Mr. Winters clasped his hands. “I’ll have Devon make the arrangements and I’ll see you next Friday.”
As soon as they ended the video conference an Erika leaped into the air. “We’re going to Hollywood!” she screamed. “we’re going to Hollywood.” She hugged her mom and then her dad.
The next hour was spent in her room telling her friends. She had almost forgotten about her date with Tricia. She quickly shrugged out of her conservative blouse and jeans and slid into a form fitting royal blue dress that was shorter than her father would have liked, but longer than Tricia would like.
“Mom? Can you take me to Tricia’s? I’m already late because of the video conference.”
“Yes.” Her mother agreed.
Erika skipped into the bathroom and freshened her makeup, adding a bolder look to her blue eyes and touched up her mane of ebony curls before slipping into her stiletto heels and heading to the door.
“Hi.” Leeza greeted. “Tricia’s upstairs.”
“Thanks.” Erika slipped her coat off.
“Wow, don’t you look sexy.” Leeza gave her the once over. “Love the long hair. Are those extensions?”
“Yes.” Erika flushed with pleasure. Compliments from Leeza were always honest and deserved.
“When are, you heading back?” Erika hung her coat on a peg.
“Tomorrow.”
“Will you be hanging out with us tonight?”
“No, I’ll be spending quality time with my parents.” Leeza smiled.
Erika slipped off her heels and padded upstairs to Tricia’s room. She stopped in the doorway and just stared at her girlfriend.
Tricia’s once blonde hair had been shaved around the perimeter. What was left along with the slightly longer top was pastel pink. Even her eyebrows were pink. Thick long false eyelashes accentuated her beautiful eyes, while crystal gems enhanced her strange but sexy makeup.
She wore a pink cashmere sweater that matched her hair and a short, flared, pastel blue skirt.
“What do you think?” She smiled, but seemed a bit uncertain.
“Wow. I like it.” Erika stated. “You becoming a pastel?”
“I kind of always have been. I got a bunch of money for Christmas, so Leeza took me shopping while you were at the spa all day.” Tricia bounced up and touched her lips to Erika’s. “You look edible by the way.”
“I was working, not relaxing.” Erika insisted, “Where are we going?” Erka asked.
“To a New Year’s party, silly.” Tricia sat on her bed and pulled white thigh highs up over beautifully shaped calves. She slipped into some chunky pink shoes which allowed her to look straight into Erika’s eyes.
Erika ran her hand up the back of Tricia’s denuded nape and pulled her lips to hers.
“I think I like this incarnation of Tricia very much.” Erika whispered as they parted.
“The pink won’t stay in my hair with me being in the pool all of the time so I got these.” Tricia pulled out two pink wigs and a pastel blue wig.
Erika giggled.
“What?” Tricia asked.
“We are going to blow people away when we go back to school.
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Warning: The characters in this chapter felt that the author was incapable of writing. They have taken over and written most of this chapter themselves. Please do not hold the author responsible for the character’s actions, her muse was held at gun point tied to a train track as a jumbo jet full of acid was about to crash on the tracks being chased by a meteorite threatening to hit the area causing a tsunami. The Author only abided by the characters wishes so that she may maintain her sanity. Any possible deaths in this chapter will be made into a dream sequence so that the author can hopefully salvage the story.
Chapter 19
Erika was happily surprised as Tricia bounded from her door to Samantha’s car. Her girlfriend was really playing up the new pastel look. Her short hair with the shaved sides was still very much a pastel pink. A white over coat hid all but the bottom hem of her midi pink skirt.
“Morning, loves.” She greeted gleefully.
“Wow, liking the new look.” Samantha greeted.
“Thanks.” Trisha smiled. She leaned into the front of the car and gave Erika a peck on the cheek.
‘I feel boring being next to you two.” Samantha shook her blonde head.
The Threesome strolled side by side into the school. Tricia immediately drew a lot of looks and a little attention. There weren’t too many pastel goths at Washington High school.
Many students complimented her on the billboard, while a few threw snide remarks.
“Don’t listen to them.” Samantha squeezed her arm. “They are just jealous.”
“I just wonder who vandalized it.” Erika sighed.
“Do you really think it was Taylor?” Tricia inquired.
Erika shrugged. “She is one of a few people who aren’t happy with my secret.”
“Hey Erika.” Peter greeted. “Really like the posters and stuff. I didn’t know you were modeling.”
“Thank you, that was my first.” Erika smiled.
“She just finished a second.” Tricia bragged.
Pete raised an eyebrow. I can’t wait to see it. Who’s it for?”
“I can’t say.” Erika stepped in as Tricia was about to blab.
Pete nodded in understanding. “How are the episodes?”
“Haven’t had one since the day school let out for Christmas. Catch you later, Pete?” Erika was dragged away by Samantha.
“Hey Stephanie.” Erika greeted as they walked by her locker.
The strange girl’s, optimistic face turned to a glare as they passed.
“Whoa, what’s going on there?” Tricia whispered.
Erika turned around and pulled her arm out of Tricia’s. “What’s wrong, Stephanie?” Erika approached and lowered her voice.
“Your billboard is sickening.” She snarled. “Do they even know?”
Erika stood dumbfounded. She thought that she and Stephanie had worked past the hate and were becoming friends. . . Well not friends, but at least amicable. “What do they need to know?” Erika defended.
“That you are . . . unnatural.” Stephanie nearly spat.
“I thought we were good?” Erika was hurt.
“We were until you had to start broadcasting your sins across town.”
Erika turned white and stood dumbfounded.
“Sins? Really?” Tricia admonished. “After she stuck up for you and even helped you out?”
“She is unclean and I became dirty by associating with her.” Stephanie snarled at Tricia and then actually spat at Erika’s feet.”
Before Erika could even blink, Tricia had slapped Stephanie across the face, the sound brought everyone in the hall to a standstill. If it had been evening, Erika would have sworn she would have heard crickets.
The shock of the slap wore off and Stephanie leapt forward like a jaguar pouncing on prey. Erika jumped back just in time, as Tricia, although smaller, threw Strange Stephanie to the ground, one hand holding on to a handful of hair, the other punching the girl in the face.
“Girls!” a teacher yelled. “Break it up, now! Girls!” The teacher grabbed Tricia and pulled her off of Stephanie, then helped Stephanie up. “To the office, Now!” She had each girl the arm and was marching them both down the hall.”
Samantha and Erika followed. Erika was in shock, why would Tricia do that. She did feel grateful for her girlfriend coming to her rescue, but starting a fight, would only cause the two of them more trouble. All she wanted to do was to find out why Stephanie was so upset and try to soothe things over again.
This was not the Stephanie that they had known before going to Christmas break, what could have happened. It almost sounded like a religious thing. The words ‘unclean’, and ‘unnatural’ hurt her more than being spit upon or even slapped. Was she ‘unnatural’? she had been so determined to be the best girl that she could be, she didn’t really think about it being unnatural since, well since Camp Kumoni.
God, this was such a huge step back after all the leaps she had been taking forward. Most of the school accepted her as Erika Summers. Very few knew that she had once been Eric Martin ‘the plague’. She had made many friends, was doing better in her classes than Eric ever did. She was on the rally squad, at least as far as she knew, where Eric was a loner, outcast.
Crap, what if Stephanie told someone Erika’s true identity. What if she were to tell now? This could be disastrous. Why? Why did Tricia have to start a fight? What was Strange Stephanie’s word against most of the rally squad and her friends?
The teacher spun around. “You two, go to your classes.” She glared at them. “Now.”
Erika and Samantha stopped in their tracks and just watched in disheartened, disbelief as their friend was being marched to punishment.
“Will they suspend or expel her?” Erika’s voice wavered.
“Maybe suspension.” Samantha looked at Erika, her face looked to be just as stunned as she imagined her own to look “She’ll probably get kicked off the Dive team.”
“No.” Erika’s eyes stung as tears began coursing down her cheeks. “They can’t kick her out of Diving. It would kill her.” She cried. “Why would she do such a thing?”
Samantha gathered her in her arms as people started going back to their business. “She loves you.”
--o0o—
Erika and Samantha walked into home room.
“Did you get extensions?” a girl asked as they passed.
“Yes.” Erika answered absent minded.
“Hey there.” Jake smiled up as she approached. “I heard that your body guard broke Strange Stephanie’s nose.”
“It isn’t funny, Jake.” She passed and sat down at her desk.
Jake turned around and watched her for a moment. “I’m sorry.” He stated. “I heard it wasn’t much of a fight. I hope Tricia doesn’t get into too much trouble.”
“You’re a jock.” Erika focused her eyes on Jake. “Do you think they will kick her off the Dive team?”
Jake shrugged his massive shoulders. “I’ve never been in a fight. Well, not off of the field anyway.” He said. “It depends upon who started it, and what happened and if they have any history, I guess.” He leaned in closer. “I’m ashamed to say that some Jocks at this school get a pass when it comes to getting into trouble. I was sick one-day last year but I heard that there was a guy who was duct taped naked to the flagpole by some guys on the football team. The poor guy.” Jake shook his head. “I heard that the jocks involved only got a slap on the hand, while the poor bastard had to move out of state or something.”
“It was horrible.” Samantha quickly agreed.
Erika’s mind was in a whirl. So, Jake wasn’t a party to that, and he genuinely seemed disgusted by the act. She didn’t remember him being there, but he was on the football team so she kind assumed that he might have had a part in it. “Wow that is awful.” Erika agreed. If he hadn’t been sick that day, would he have helped? She wondered.
“Did Tricia start it?” Jake asked.
“She was provoked.” Samantha defended their friend.
Jake shook his head. “Well, I hope for her sake as well as yours that she isn’t punished too harsh.” Jake’s eyes darted from one to the other. “Kept the extensions, huh?” he asked looking at Erika’s very long hair.
“Kept?” Samantha cocked her head at Jake. “You’ve seen her before today?”
“Yeah, at the mall.” Jake lied. He shot Erika a look of apology.
Samantha caught it and looked back and forth from the two. “What am I not a part of?” she demanded.
Erika looked at Jake and sighed heavily. She turned in her chair to look at Samantha. “Jake was part of the photo shoot.”
Samantha looked confused. “I thought it was for a spa advertising for Prom?”
Erika nodded. “Jake was my Prom date.”
“What?” Samantha’s voice shot up in surprise.
“Don’t tell Tricia.” Jake pleaded. “I don’t want to have to go through all of that again so soon.”
“Did you kiss again?” Samantha asked jokingly.
Jake and Erika were quiet and shared a guilt-ridden look.
“Holy Shit!... Again?” Samantha was having a hard time digesting this new secret.
“Language! Samantha.” Mrs. Anderson called “Everyone take their seats it’s time to start class.
Halfway through class, a student came into the class and handed Mrs. Anderson a note. The teacher scanned it and nodded. “Erika, Samantha, you’re wanted in the office.
“Ooooh.” Several students teased.
“Good luck.” Jake wished them as they got up from their seats.
“Take your things.” Mrs. Anderson instructed. “Just in case you aren’t back before the end of class.”
Tricia and Stephanie sat on opposite ends of a conference table with a school security guard standing against the wall, watching them.
“In here.” The Principal called them into her office. “Have a seat.”
Erika’s heart pounded a little harder in her chest as she sat before the principal.
“Tell me what happened between Tricia and Stephanie.” She ordered.
Erika and Samantha took turns detailing what they witnessed.
“Look,” Erika let out a breath. “Stephanie found out who I really am last month and has been threatening to expose my secret to the school. This morning, she called me some pretty harsh names and Tricia, well Tricia defended me.”
“Stephanie started it.” Samantha agreed.
“Stephanie started the fight?” the Principal asked for clarification.
“Yes, she spat at Erika.” Samantha’s voice took on an edge.
“Who threw the first punch?”
“Well.” Erika didn’t want to lie, even to save her friend. She had spent too much time and effort gaining the schools trust, she just couldn’t blow that now. “Tricia slapped Stephanie after she spat at me.”
“But Stephanie attacked Tricia.” Samantha stepped in. “Tricia was just defending herself.”
“Okay.” The Principal put her hands up. “I believe you both, but there are always more than one side to a story. So, I’m going to have you two write down in your own words what you saw happen. Go out and sit in the front office. And no talking. I want you each to tell me in your own words.”
Erika and Samantha got up and passed the conference room again. Tricia sat back in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest in defiance looking at odds with the way she was dressed. Stephanie glowered at them as they passed. One side of her face was bright red, presumably from the slap, and she held an ice pack to the corner of her mouth.
Erika was half way through writing her view of the fight when Tricia’s parents walked in.
“I’m sorry.” Erika wanted to start crying again. “She was defending me.”
“It’s alright, Erika.” Tricia’s mother gave her a tight smile. “We’re not new to this.”
“Leeza was an even bigger handful.” Tricia’s father agreed.
Tricia’s parents joined the Principal in the office for a long while. Erika finished her account and sat fretting as she watched the office door. After a bit, the Principal exited and guided Tricia into the office to join her parents.
Erika’s heart felt like jack rabbits, her stomach felt as if the acid was about to erode right through the lining.
“Deep breath.” Samantha coached. “You aren’t the one in trouble and there is absolutely nothing we can do to change the outcome of this.”
“I know.” Erika’s eyes brimmed with tears. “I just hate that she is getting in trouble over this. . . this stupid situation.”
A few minutes later, Tricia and her parents exited the room. Tricia’s eyes were red and swollen from crying. She stopped in front of Erika as her parents continued to the door.
“I’m so sorry.” Erika’s heart felt like it was breaking.
“Don’t be. It was worth it.” Tricia forced a smile. “I’ll text you later.” She leaned down and kissed Erika on the forehead before following her parents.
--o0o--
“You’re coming to lunch, right?” Victoria touched Erika’s arm.
Erika shook her head. “I don’t want to deal with the crowd.”
“Because of Tricia?”
Erika nodded. “I need to call her and see if she’s alright.”
“From what I heard, Strange Stephanie is the one who got the worst of it.”
Erika sighed. “It’s all my fault.”
“Bull shit.” Victoria swore. “I heard what you did for her at the mall and saw how you went out of your way to make friends with her here at school. That bitch deserves Tricia’s wrath.”
“But what if she tells?” Erika whispered hoarsely.
“I think it’s about time that the world knows.” Victoria put her hands on her hips. “Who cares if people know? You’ve shown your worth these past few months. I think you’d be surprised at how many people would support you.”
Erika shook her head. “You haven’t been on the receiving end of people when they don’t support you.”
Victoria pulled her to a private area and lowered her voice. “The school paper would like to do an article on you, especially since you’re now modeling. This might be the perfect way to let the cat out of the bag.”
“No, and absolutely not.” Erika growled. “It’s bad enough that my picture is on a billboard outside of school, I don’t want an article done on me too. I’ve been trying to fit in, be part of the wallpaper, not stand out.”
“Erika, you wouldn’t know how to be wallpaper. Didn’t camp teach you that? Half the girls at camp wanted to be you and most of the guys wanted to be with you. And that was you just starting to become the wonderful person you are today. You are one of the more popular girls at Washington High and people at Adams High even know about you.”
Erika closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“If you didn’t want to be popular, why did you go and start modeling?” Victoria went on. “Your face is on posters, buses, taxis and billboards all over Constitution and in a short time, your Serenity Spa ad will be all over the place.”
“I didn’t realize it was going to be such a huge ad campaign.” Erika defended. I figured a few brochures and maybe a poster here or there.”
Victoria shook her head. “Then why did you sign with an agent?”
“How do you know about that?”
“I’m a reporter, duh.”
Part of Erika wanted to just scream and scream. Maybe she should call Mr. Winters and just cancel the whole thing. It was too late to cancel Serenity Spa, but maybe she could convince them to use her photos sparingly.
“I’ve got most of the article on you already written.” Victoria told her. “I’ll email it to you to proof. I won’t print it unless I get your permission.”
“Delete it. You won’t get my permission.” Erika was getting upset. “I can’t believe you’d write an article on me, Victoria. Erika stormed off. She just needed to be alone. She needed to hear Tricia’s voice, to know that she was okay.
Erika walked. She walked searching for a place to call Tricia, to be alone with Tricia. Outside was too cold, the library didn’t allow cell phones. The lunch room was definitely out of the question. She’d go to Samantha’s car, but it was locked and Samantha was in the lunch room.
She didn’t know how, but she did find a private place, a quiet place. She found herself in the audio/visual room. She didn’t know how she got there, or why she went there, but no one else was there.
“Hey.” Tricia answered. “How are you doing?”
“Me?” Erika sounded surprised. “I half expected to hear your mom or dad on the phone, or it going to voicemail. Are you okay? Stephanie didn’t hurt you, did she?”
“I’m fine.” Tricia told her. “Mom and Dad were only a little upset. Once I told them the details of what Stephanie did and said, they relaxed. Leeza used to get in all kinds of fights, so my throwing down Stephanie is nothing.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” Erika admonished.
“I had to.” Tricia stated. “She not only treated you less than human, she spat at you and threatened you. I had to do something.”
“What if she decides to take revenge by telling everyone.” Erika explained. “She could take out an ad in the paper, post a Youtube video, spread it on the school website, Facebook, there are any number of ways that she could tell everyone.”
Tricia was silent.
“My life here in Constitution could be over.”
Tricia was still silent.
“Someone freaking shot the Annie Wilson because she was found out.”
“I’m sorry.” Tricia was crying. “I’m sorry, Erika. I . . . I just couldn’t stand there and let her treat you that way.” Tricia’s voice broke. “Not after how I saw people treat Leeza, not after what they said about her behind her back. I just couldn’t.”
It was Erika’s turn to be silent. Tears fell freely down her cheeks.
“I just couldn’t stand by again.” Tricia’s voice could hardly be heard.
“I’m sorry, Tricia.” Erika managed to get out. “You never told me this about your sister.”
“It’s too painful.” Tricia admitted. “It was horrible, Erika. I don’t know how she made it through as well as she has. I know you are having a hard time, and don’t want anyone to know, but Leeza, she didn’t have that option. The way people treated her. . . You just can’t imagine.”
“I’m so sorry.” Erika cried.
“I know.” Tricia tried to soothe over the phone. “I know.
The phone went silent, all either could hear was the other breathing. They may have been miles apart, but Erika felt that she was closer to Tricia at that moment than she had ever been.
“Crap.” Erika swore. “I’m starting to get a headache.”
“Hang up and get to the Nurses office.” Tricia ordered.
“I love you, Tricia.” Erika told her.
“I love you too. Hang up and go.”
Erika hung up and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. She didn’t care if it ruined her sweater. She exited the door and made it to the Nurses station which wasn’t far from the main office.
“Hello Erika.” The Nurse greeted. “Uh oh, are you having an episode?”
“I don’t know. I’m getting a headache.”
The Nurse came up to her and helped her over to a cot. “Lay down. Should I call an ambulance?”
Erika shook her head. “Don’t call anyone unless I start seizing, please. I don’t want to cause a false alarm.”
“Have you been crying?” the nurse inquired as she took Erika’s pulse.
“Yes.” She snuffed a little. “It could be just a crying headache.”
The nurse took her temperature and blood pressure. “Just lay back. I’ll dim the lights.”
What a sucky first day back to school. Erika thought as she started to sleep.
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Chapter 20
“Erika.” Someone called “Erika? Are you alright?”
Erika opened her eyes. “Yes. I think I fell asleep.”
The nurse nodded. “I checked on you, but you were out. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t having a mild seizure.”
Erika shook her head. “Just sleeping. I feel better now. Thank you. What period is it?”
“Last period.” She looked up from her watch.
Erika stepped into history class and handed the teacher her hall pass before taking her seat. Ugh, another lecture on the fall of the Roman Empire. Maybe she should have stayed in the nurse’s office.
Krystal caught up with her after class. “I heard Tricia was thrown out of school.”
Erika rolled her eyes. “That is a bit of an exaggeration.”
Krystal looked down at her friend. “How was Christmas?”
“Busy. You?”
“The same.” Jorge got me this.” She fingered a pretty pendent on a delicate chain.”
“Very pretty.” Erika smiled. “I’ll meet you at practice. I’ve gotta change”
Erika emerged from the bathroom in her rally practice gear to find Samantha waiting for her.
“Hurry, Melissa has called a meeting.”
“What about?” Erika’s heart skipped a beat.
Samantha shrugged.
When they got to the gym, most of cheer and rally were sitting in the stands. Samantha and Erika took a seat next to Krystal and Jorge.
Melissa, followed by Jordan strolled out of the locker room. Erika looked around, but didn’t find Taylor.
“Listen up!” Melissa began getting everyone’s attention. “I have an announcement Taylor has decided that for personal reasons that she can no longer be part of Rally. So as of today, Jordan will be the leader of Rally.”
“is Taylor sick? One girl asked.
“Its personal.” Melissa repeated more firmly. “Please don’t badger her in the halls or class. Like I said, it’s a personal matter.”
Samantha and Erika exchanged looks. This was not the outcome Erika had wanted. Perhaps she should speak with her. Taylor was a great rally leader as well as an amazing dancer. Erika decided to ask her to come back. She shouldn’t be asked to leave any more than Erika.
So, if Taylor was out who was going to lead Rally?
“So,” Melinda announced, “Jordon will be taking over Rally.
A small applause sounded in the news. Jordon blushed, but smiled.
“Alright, lets get to work!” Melinda directed.
Going through the Rally dance moves was a different experience having long hair. The long hair flicking and into her face or catching in her mouth was not a pleasant experience. About half way through she started to get the hang of tossing her head to keep it clear and even began enjoying the feeling of it brushing against her back and shoulders.
Erika met Samantha at her car.
“Tricia’s?” She asked knowing the answer.
“Yes please.”
The friends got into the car. “You need to tell Tricia about Jake at the spa.” Samantha put her seat belt on then checked both mirrors before backing up.
“I know.” Erika sighed. “I Know. I almost forgot with all that has been happening today. Do you know where Taylor lives?”
“Why?”
“I don’t like how that ended.” Erika stated.
“She made her choice.” Samantha shrugged.
“Still.” Erika purposefully didn’t look at the billboard.
Erika knocked on Tricia’s door. A moment later, Tricia opened it.
“Hello.” She greeted, stepping aside to admit Erika. “You didn’t need to come checking on me, but I’m glad you did.” Her lips feathered across Erika’s.
An electric charge coursed through her body. Erika removed her coat and took Tricia’s hand. “We need to talk.”
The sweet adoring look on Tricia’s face turned to one of concern. “Are you mad at me?” She inquired.
Erika shook her head. Tricia took a deep breath and led her to the formal living room. The two sat down, Tricia holding both of Erika’s hands.
“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s have it.”
Erika took a deep breath. “First, I didn’t know. I really didn’t, but…” She paused then continued. “Jake was a model at the spa photo shoot. He was my supposed prom date.” Erika closed her eyes waiting for an explosion. She opened them to see Tricia’s face thoughtful but also relaxed.
“I thought you were going to break up with me.” She stated at last. “Jake, huh?”
Erika nodded. “There’s more.” She winced. “as part of the shoot we…”
“Kissed?” Tricia almost growled.”
Erika nodded. “There was nothing in it and it meant nothing, it was only for the shoot.” She rushed on.
Tricia took a deep breath and studied her. “It’s alright.” She finally stated. “Thank you for telling me. I’d hate to have found out when the ad came out.”
Erika released a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. “Really?” She looked hopeful.
Tricia nodded. “I don’t like that you are kissing boys, but I understand that it was a modeling thing. It is something I’m going to have to be alright with if I’m dating a model.”
“Thank you.” Erika gushed. “I was so afraid that you’d break up with me because of it.”
Tricia giggled. “And here, I thought you were here to break up with me.” Tricia lunged forward and hungrily kissed Erika.
Erika awoke, naked between the sheets of Tricia’s bed. She started up, her heart racing. What time was it? She fumbled around looking for her phone. Swiping the screen, she sighed with relief, it was still early.
“Anyone home?” Leeza called. “Tricia?”
Tricia stirred next to her.
“Tricia.” Erika shook her girlfriends shoulder, “Tricia.”
Tricia rolled over and peeked through her eyelashes. “Hmm?”
“Leeza is calling for you.” Erika jumped out of bed and started searching for her clothing. Panties and bra, she found, but her skirt and blouse, were no where to be seen.
The bedroom door opened, Erika snapped her head up to see Leeza in the doorway holding her missing articles of clothing. “Good thing I got here before mom and dad.” She directed to her sister. She then took in the both of them. “I hope you two are being safe.”
Leeza stepped forward and handed Erika her clothing. She then pulled her other hand out from behind her back and tossed Tricia’s clothes on to the foot of the bed. “Some of these were laying in the front room. Mom and Dad would have a fit.”
Tricia’s blush matched her hair.
Leeza turned to Erika. “Just because you are on hormones, doesn’t mean you can’t still get her pregnant.”
“We were safe.” Erika insisted. She held Leeza’s gaze until Leeza nodded.
Leeza turned back to Tricia. “Mom and Dad may be very liberal in how they raise us, but that doesn’t mean you can go flaunting it. Please have a little more respect in the future.”
“Okay.” Tricia didn’t argue.
Leeza’s body relaxed. “So how bad was it today? Mom called me this afternoon.”
Erika and Tricia related the events of the morning while getting dressed.
The sound of the garage door alerted them to the parents’ arrival. Erika found herself wrapped in a hug that enveloped Tricia as well.
“I’m proud of you both. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” She released them and looked at Tricia. “After all of the issues they had to deal with while I was transitioning in school, I’m sure the school admin isn’t sure what just happened.” She smiled.
“We’re home.” Tricia’s father called.
“We brought pizza.” Her mother announced right after.
--o0o—
“Thanks for the ride.” Erika slid out of Leeza’s car and waved good bye. She checked her phone and sighed heavily. Her mother and father had texted her to get home. She was sure that the principal had called them, and now to find out what kind of trouble she might be in.
“I’m home.” She tried to sound cheerful as she entered. She hung up her coat and purse, slipping her phone from it.
“We are in here.” Her father called from the living room.
Erika took a deep breath, slowly let it out and pasted a smile on her face that belied her heart doing acrobatics in her chest. Her heels clicked as she walked down the hard wood floored hall.
“Hi.” She could feel her face heating. Her parents were both sitting on the couch. Her father gestured to a chair placed in front of them.
“Oh crap.” She told herself.
“So. . . “ Her mother began. “We received calls from your school today.”
Her dad continued, “Before we decide anything, we want to hear about your involvement in this. . . this situation.”
“And you had better be honest, because we know more than you think.” Her mother finished.
“I didn’t do anything.” Erika protested as she took her seat. She almost cringed when her mother gave her the one raised eyebrow ‘knowing’ look.
Erika related to her parents what had happened. It was getting easier since she and Tricia had both had to re-tell it a few times already.
“And you didn’t provoke it?” her mother asked. “You didn’t say anything that might have set Stephanie off?”
“No.” Erika shook her head, her long hair bounced around her shoulders. She kind of liked how that felt. “Like I said, before Christmas break, I thought we might have been friends, then she was like a possessed person this morning.”
“Tricia’s parents called and spoke to us while you were on your way home.” Her father stated.
That’s why Leeza insisted on stopping at the grocery store before dropping me. Erika realized.
“They explained what had been said and done at the school. They also said, and Tricia insisted, that you had no part in it.”
“Dad, Mom,” Erika looked at each in turn. “I have been bullied so many times and have been treated like crap by so many people, I could never… ever treat anyone like that. You know me, I’ve always tried to avoid and run away from problems.”
“We know.” Her mother nodded. “We just wanted to make sure that you had no part in it. Or that your girlfriend was just trying to cover for you.”
Erika was shaking her head. Tears were blurring her vision. “I just froze, I didn’t know what to do. I was a coward again. Tricia was so amazing, but I was so scared for her or what they still might do to her.” Her voice was trembling. “They still haven’t said whether or not she will be kicked off the dive team.”
“Maybe we should start those self-defense classes again.” Her father stated.
“Fighting isn’t the answer.” Her mother protested.
“Self defense is an answer.” He stated. “I know our daughter well enough by now to know that she would never start a fight, but I would like her to know how to finish one.”
Inwardly Erika was glowing. Her father was calling her his daughter. It felt so good she almost forgot what they were discussing.
“Mom, Dad?” Erika got their attention. “I’m thinking of dropping Rally. . . “
“What?” her mother exclaimed. “I thought you liked Rally.”
“I do, I do, but with me flying to Los Angeles and maybe doing more modeling, I don’t think it is fair to my team. I’ve already missed so much because of my surgery and it just isn’t fair to them.”
Her mother looked to her father then back to her. “If that is really what you want.”
“No, but it is best for my team.” She stated. “I’m still thinking about it, I haven’t told anyone yet, cuz I haven’t decided.”
Her parents were nodding with understanding.
“Anything else?” She asked. “I’m not grounded, am I?” she looked at each.
“No.” her father began to stand. “You haven’t done anything wrong. You just got mixed up in an unfortunate situation.”
“Thanks Daddy.” She stood and kissed his cheek. “I have homework.”
Her parents nodded a dismissal.
Erika went to her room and tried to concentrate on her school work but gave up. Too many things were happening yet again.
She pulled out her phone.
Taylor, I really need to talk to you. Can you meet me I front of the school tomorrow? She texted. She put the phone down. She really didn’t like the fact that Taylor quit Rally. She was hoping Taylor would be a bit more accepting.
Her phone alerted an incoming text. There’s nothing to say.
Please. She text back.
I don’t know was the response.
Erika then text Samantha to please pick her up a little early in the morning.
--o0o—
“Why won’t you just tell me?” Samantha pleaded. “It’s freezing out here.”
Erika ignored her grumbling and continued to scan the incoming students. She made sure to be warm this morning. Thick leggings under a sweater dress and her boots. Over which she wore her winter coat, and gloves.
Her heart quickened when she spotted Taylor approaching. The former Rally squad mate wore a scowl.
Erika forced a smile.
“You are meeting with Taylor?” Samantha groaned. “Seriously?”
“What do you want.” Taylor growled.
“Thank you for meeting me.” Erika forced a grin. “Taylor, I really like you and respect you and I really didn’t want you to quit the Rally squad.”
“Melinda didn’t give me much of a choice.”
“Look,” Erika continued. “I love being on the squad. I love hanging out with you and being a part of something so cool and full of spirit. But I have a very busy schedule coming up and I have already missed so much practice that it really wouldn’t be fair to the squad for me to miss more. So, I have decided to drop out of Rally and would like to, with your okay, talk to Melinda and ask her to take you back in my place.”
“What?” Samantha and Taylor both exclaimed.
“But we worked so hard to keep you.” Samantha protested.
“Why would you do that?” Taylor said on top of Samantha.
“With one major condition.” Erika raised her voice to be heard over them. “Make it two.”
Both girls looked at her.
“There had to be a catch.” Taylor scoffed. “What is it?”
“One, you keep my secret.” Erika ticked off a finger. “You don’t tell a soul or do anything to ‘out’ me.”
Taylor rolled her eyes, “What’s the second?”
“You’ll still let me help with the posters if and when I have time.”
Both girls stared at her agog.
“Are you sure you want to quit?” Samantha sounded injured. Which is why Erika chose not to tell her beforehand.
“I don’t want to.” Erika affirmed. “But it looks like I will be missing more practices because of other commitments. It really isn’t fair to the squad.”
“And you would go to Melinda on my behalf?” Taylor looked skeptical.
“Taylor, I’ve never had a problem with you.” Erika gave her a friendly look. “I just didn’t want my secret getting out or to be kicked off of the squad.”
“I can’t believe you are doing this.” Samantha bemoaned.
Erika shot her a stern look. “It’s my choice, and it’s what’s best for the squad.”
“When do you plan to talk to her?” Taylor asked.
“Lunch if possible, if not, before practice starts.”
Taylor nodded. “Okay, it’s a deal.” She relented.
“You’ll keep my secret?”
Taylor nodded.
“If she doesn’t, I’ll make sure she gets kicked off.” Samantha promised. “Now can we get out the cold?”
Erika and Taylor gave each other agreeing looks before joining Samantha as she entered the school.
School somehow seemed empty without Tricia. She was to serve a three-day suspension for fighting but allowed to stay on the dive team with the coach’s approval. Strange Stephanie, Erika felt better about referring to her by that name now, also received a suspension
“Really?” Samantha shook her head. “I can’t believe you are quitting Rally.”
“Not quitting, Dropping.” Erika stated. “I offered to still work on the posters.”
“Which they will definitely let you do.”
The two walked into homeroom.
--o0o—
Erika and Victoria walked down the hall towards the cafeteria.
“I heard you wanted to speak with me?” Melinda was waiting for them.
“Hi Melinda, Yes.” Erika greeted. She glanced around. “Can we go somewhere more private?”
Melinda shrugged her gorgeous shimmering black hair waved almost floated near the back of her knees. Erika followed her off to the side to an alcove, the door led to a part of the school that wasn’t frequented as much.
“What do you want?” Melinda inquired.
“I’ve been giving it a lot of thought lately.” Erika began, “I’ve got other things out side of school going on. I’m leaving tomorrow for a week in Hollywood, and with my recovering from brain surgery as well as dealing with our house burning down, well I think it might be best if I dropped Rally squad. It just isn’t fair to the rest of the girls who are there every day, while I have one excuse after another as to why I can’t do this or that.”
Melinda’s eyes became hard. Her face turned pink and she closed her eyes for a long moment before opening them again. “You couldn’t figure this out before this drama with Taylor happened?” she growled.
“Well, I was hoping that since I’ll be dropping out, that you could ask Taylor to come back.” Erika inserted.
“No.” Melinda snapped. “Taylor walked off. She made her choice not to be part of the team.”
“But that was because of me.” Erika was having trouble finding her voice. This should have been easy. She’d quit and Taylor would be back. This scenario she was not prepared for.
“Yes, it was, Erika.” Melinda’s voice was like ice. “And because she is intolerant of people who don’t fit into her mold of the world. I can’t say that I’m sad seeing you leave the squad. We did our best to help you become part of the team. Samantha had to call in a lot of favors to get you that spot. I am very sad however that I had to give Taylor the choice of leaving and she took it, but I can’t have her back on the squad.”
Erika’s vison was blurring because of the tears. “But I didn’t want Taylor to quit, I just wanted her to accept me and treat me like everyone else.”
“Her unwillingness to do so, shows a lack of character.” Melinda stated. “She showed that she can’t treat everyone at this school with the same respect. I don’t want that on my team, especially as a leader.”
“Can’t you give her another chance?” Erika pleaded. “I’m sure she’ll be better.”
“My answer is no.” Melinda spun, her long tresses a black veil billowing in the wind.
“Please Melinda?” Erika’s heart wasn’t in it. Melinda had made up her mind.
Hope flitted across her heart as Melinda turned towards her again.
“Please turn your uniform in as soon as you get back from your trip.” She simply and coldly stated before turning back to where she had been going.
“Oh hell.” Erika cursed under her breath. “Taylor is going to kill me.”
With Tricia not around, she didn’t want to deal with the cafeteria. She retraced her steps down the hall and found the library. This was always a quiet place for contemplation. She pulled out her phone and text Samantha
Erika: Melinda won’t let Taylor back on the squad.
Samantha: I didn’t think she would. I wish you’d have spoken to me about this first.
Erika: Taylor is going to be so pissed.
Samantha: It is a choice that she made.
Erika: She is a great Rally Leader, why won’t Melinda take her back?
Samantha: She has her reasons. And with Melinda, they usually are pretty good ones.
Samantha: Where are you?
Erika: In the Library
Erka: trying to figure things out.
Samantha: Hiding from Taylor?
Erika: That too.
Samantha: Better to get it over with
Erika: I know. I’d even let her pound on me, but I can’t be showing up in Hollywood all bruised.
Samantha: You should have spoken with me and Melinda before approaching Taylor
Erika: I know that now.
Erika: I am so sorry, Samantha. Melinda said you called in a lot of favors to get me on the Squad.
Samantha: Not really, and it was worth it.
Samantha: I’m just sad that you are quitting.
Erika: Not quitting, dropping.
Samantha: same dif.
Erika: Are you angry with me?
Samantha: No
Samantha: disappointed.
Erika: God, that’s worse.
Erika: I love you like a sister.
Samantha: ditto
Erika: Can I get a ride to Tricia’s after school?
Samantha: sorry, I have Cheer.
Erika’s heart felt like it was going to fall through her body and hit the floor. “What have I done?” She asked herself.
The rest of the day dragged on. She had no idea what was taught in any of her classes. She could only think on two things. Disappointing Samantha, and how she was going to tell Taylor.
Erika goes to Hollywood 1
Chapter 21
Erika goes to Hollywood
Erika sat looking out the window of the Boeing Jet. The planet was somewhere thirty thousand feet below them, but all she could see was the white clouds.
She was only a little boy the last time she had ever flown. She barely remembered it. It was exhilarating as was the whole idea of this trip. She just wished that she hadn’t left everything at school in such a mess. Shannon was disappointed, Tricia suspended, and Taylor hurt and pissed. Samantha had been right, she should have spoken to her and Melinda first.
Erika had met up with Taylor after school and before Cheer/Rally practice.
“Did you speak with Melinda?” Taylor had asked.
Erika wanted to start crying all over again. She nodded.
“So, I’m back on the squad?”
Erika shook her head. “No. Melinda said that once you quit, you weren’t allowed to re-join.”
“What?” Taylor had exclaimed. “I only quit because of you.”
“I know, I know.” Erika had a hard time looking Taylor in the eye.
“Fuck you, you pervert! I went through all of that for you to quit a couple of weeks later?” Taylor was losing it. “Fuck you!”
Erika felt her bottom lip quiver. “I am so sorry, Taylor. I never wanted you to quit, I thought that if I quit, Melinda would let you back on. Honestly, I did.”
“My parents are pissed.” Taylor growled. “I was supposed to try and get a scholarship doing cheer. I walked away because of your sorry, fake, perverted ass! You fucking Bitch!”
“Taylor!” Melinda yelled stopping what ever was going to happen next.
Taylor and Erika turned to face the Cheer leader. Melinda walked right up and stood staring up at the pissed off young lady, “You made a choice to quit Rally. You made a choice to walk away from a possible scholarship. You made the choice to treat a member of the student body let alone a team mate with contempt. Your choice to use this kind of language and your choice to treat Erika in this manner is exactly why I don’t want you back on Rally.”
The two girls stood staring in a standoff. “You are a bigot, disguise it however you want, but you are, and there is no position available on the squad for a bigot.”
Taylor spun and stormed out of the building.
--o0o—
The pilot’s scratchy voice sounded over the P.A. announcing that they would start their decent into LAX.
Erika’s heart fluttered with anxiety. She was so excited she almost bounced in her seat.
Seventy-three degrees, the pilot had said. Oh, to wear short skirts without leggings, to wear sandals instead of boots. Who needs a jacket in seventy-three degrees?
The terminal was all indoors, the air conditioning was keeping the building cool. At the security gate, Erika spotted a man dressed in black and white holding a sign with her name on it.
“Hello.” Her mother greeted. “This is Erika Summers.”
“Hello Ms. Summers.” He greeted Erika. “Mr. Winters sent me to take you to your hotel. Do you have any bags checked?”
“No.” Erika shook her head. “Just these.” She referred to their small carry-ons.
“Please, let me take those.” He reached and both she and her mother gave over their bags.
Erika stepped outside for the first time and rejoiced in the warmth of Southern California. She took in a deep breath and smelled the warm air, the baking concrete, a slight hint of salt from the ocean, the Pacific Ocean, and almost giggled when she saw the palm trees.
They followed the driver out to a black limousine. Just as they were arriving, a beautiful woman stepped out the car and smiled.
“Mrs. Martin, Ms. Summers.” She greeted. “My name is Brook. I’m one of Mr. Winters’ assistants.” She took each of their hands in turn with a light squeeze. “Please take a seat.” She gestured into the limo.
The driver had already put their bags in the trunk and was standing behind the open door waiting for them.
“I’ve never been in a limo before.” Erika gasped as she slid across the back seat to make room for her mother.
Once her mother was in, Brook ducked in and sat across from them facing backwards.
“Won’t you get sick sitting that way?” Erika’s mother asked.
Brook smiled. “Not at all, I’m actually used to it by now, but thank you for asking.”
The driver eased out into traffic
“Mr. Winters is excited to meet with you.” She looked Erika and her mother in the eye. “First things first, is to get you to your hotel. Are you hungry? Have you eaten?”
“I’m fine at the moment.” Erika’s mom smiled.
“Erika?” Brook asked.
“I’m good.” Erika was staring out the window at the massive city with all of its concrete, stucco houses and palm trees.
“Your first trip to Los Angeles?” Brook probed.
Erika nodded.
“Unfortunately, you’re going to be a bit busy, so there won’t be much time for sightseeing.”
Erika pouted. She was hoping to at see the Pacific Ocean, and Hollywood’s walk of fame.
“Mr. Winters will meet with you to finalize your contract after you’ve settled into your hotel, then he would like you to join him for dinner tonight.” Brook explained. “Tomorrow, morning, he has lined up a photo shoot for you then you’ll have the afternoon off.” She paused. “You didn’t bring any formal wear, did you?” She asked.
“No.” Mrs. Martin shook her head. We figured we’d be here for the contract signing and then perhaps a few photo shoots. Why?”
Mr. Winters would like Erika to start getting her face known.” Brook smiled at Erika. “He has arranged for an invite to Tommy Kincaid’s charity ball tomorrow night.”
“Tommy Kincaid?” Erika almost shrieked. He was only one of the best leading men in films. And she was getting invited to his party?
“Since you are underage, your mother will be expected to attend with you.” Brook gave Mrs. Martin a knowing look. “It’ll be helpful for her career and image if everyone knows that you are an involved mother.” Brook tapped at her tablet for a moment then looked back up. “After your contract signing, I’ll take you shopping for some appropriate dresses.”
“I’m not sure we have that kind of money to drop on formal dresses, especially the kind that are expected at a ball.” Mrs. Martin bit her lower lip.
“Mr. Winters has connections.” Brook assured. “I believe he’ll give you and advance that will more than cover it.”
Erika kept looking out the windows at the strange environment. She had never seen so many cars on such wide freeways before. She’d heard that Los Angeles was big, but this was unfathomable. She made a mental note to pull up a map to study as soon as she had the time.
“You flew in at a good time.” Brook commented. “The traffic is light this time of day so we are making good time. I’ll see if you have time for a short nap before meeting with Mr. Winters.”
Nap? Erika thought. Who can nap when in Hollywood? She then stifled a yawn. It had been an early start, but still, there was so much to see and do and she was going to meet Tommy Kincaid. Samantha will be so envious.
It wasn’t long before the limo pulled up to the front of a hotel. One of the valet’s opened the door and allowed the women out. Erika took in the new scent of the city again, feeling the warmth radiating from all of the concrete and stucco seeped into her bones.
Up a few red carpeted stairs and they were in a huge decedent lounge of a hotel. Erika could feel her shoes sink into the thick plush carpets that ran the length of the marbled room.
“Key for room 2057, Martin.” Brook told the front desk.
“Here you are.” The tan, blonde woman smiled at Brook then to Erika and her mother.
Once they had taken the elevator up and walked down the hall, Brook popped the key card into the door lock and pushed open the door to a good sized main room.
“You’ll each have your own room.” Brook waved to a room on either side of the reception room.
Erika accepted her suit case from the bellhop and entered one of the nicely decorated rooms.
“Do we have time to freshen up?” She heard her mother ask Brooklyn.
“Yes, of course.”
Erika explored the connecting bathroom. Bigger than she had at home, but not luxury, it was going to be quite nice. She caught sight of her self in the mirror and cringed. She was supposed to be a model, and Brooklyn saw her looking like this? She quickly retrieved her makeup from her suit case and set to work, trying to freshen up a tired face.
“How are you doing in there, Erika?” Brook inquired from the main room.
She poked her head out of her room, “Um, what shall I wear to the meeting with Mr. Winters?”
Brook’s smile broadened. “You’re in luck.” She chuckled as she walked towards Erika. “One of my main jobs for Mr. Winters is helping his clients get ready for events. I’m kind of a personal shopper. Some of his clients even ask for my help after they become stars.”
“Really? Who?” Erika watched as Brook gracefully stepped over to her bed where her suitcase was opened.
“Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to say,” She sighed. “But you’d recognize the names.”
“I didn’t know what to pack.” Erika bit her lower lip.
“Well, lets see what you have.” Brook suggested.
A few minutes later, Erika stepped out of her room wearing a black, knee-length pencil skirt with a bright red top and black flats.
“Perfect.” Brook nodded.
“Wow, that looks nice.” Her mother joined them.
--o0o—
It was a short ride in the limo to the front of the building where Mr. Winter’s office was located.
After checking through security, Brook took them to the elevators. Getting off on the twentieth floor, she took them through large glass double doors.
“Have a seat here.” She instructed. “I’ll see if he is available yet.”
Erika looked around the posh reception area with its comfortable furnishings. Hundreds of framed pictures of celebrities lined one long wall opposite from the wall of windows looking down over Hollywood and its surroundings.
Too excited to sit, Erika got up and began perusing the pictures of celebrities. Not just celebrities, but musicians, models, and even athletes. “How did we get here?” She wondered aloud.
“I’m not sure.” Her mother sounded just as bewildered. “I think it started when you insisted on going to summer camp.”
Erika stared at her mother for a moment in shock before realizing that she was right. Samantha’s suggestion that she try wearing her shoes started this path in life.
“Here’s Tommy Kincaid and Michelle Gray.” Erika practically swooned. “They make such a great couple. And we might get to meet them tomorrow.”
“Erika? Mrs. Martin?” a deep voice greeted interrupting Erika’s excitement. “I’m Hal Winters, please come with me.”
Erika and her mother followed Mr. Winters into a glass conference room, the opposite wall was window from floor to ceiling.
“Please have a seat.” Mr. Winters indicated.
Erika smoothed her skirt under her as she sat. Why was her heart beating so hard in her chest?
“Welcome to Hollywood.” Mr. Winters took a seat opposite of them. “It’s good to meet face to face.” He smiled at Erika. “You’re even more pretty in person.” He stated. His eyes flicked to her mother and back. “I see you take after your mother.”
“Thank you, Mr. Winters.”
“Please, it’s Hal.” He leaned back in his chair, more relaxed.
Brook entered the room with a file of paperwork and ice-cold bottles of water.
“Water?” he offered. “I don’t know how it is in Constitution, but here, we don’t drink the tap water.
Erika filed that away. Don’t drink the tap water. She took the offered water and took as small sip.
Brook shot her a smile and exited the room.
Hal took a long draw on the water then recapping it, set it aside. He opened the file and took out a stack of papers. “Now down to business.” He scanned the front page and nodded sub-consciously before pushing towards her mother.” This is as your husband reviewed.” He stated.
Erika’s thought drifted to what parties with celebrities might be like as her mother and Hal went over the specifics of the contract.
“Okay, that sounds good.” Her mother nodded.
“Great.” Hal smiled taking out a pen. “I’ll need both of your signatures.”
Both she and her mother signed at the appropriate places.
“Fantastic.” Mr. Winters smiled. “Now, I am going to have Brook spend the rest of the afternoon and most of tomorrow with you. I’m sure she informed you that I have arranged for you to attend Tommy Kincaid’s ball tomorrow evening.”
Erika and her mother nodded.
“Brook will take you to get dresses for the occasion. Tomorrow you’ll have an early start, I have you scheduled for new head shots.” He stopped and looked directly at Erika. “How do you feel about acting?”
“Um, I’ve never really thought about it.” Erika looked to her mother and back to Mr. Winters.
“I have you tentatively scheduled for a call for a commercial. If your photo shoot goes well, I’ll have Brook take you so that you can meet with the director. It’s just a local commercial, not a big deal, but something to get your feet wet with. Just remember that most actors get rejected for quite a while, but it’s my job to work you in to getting a few shots.”
As if on que, Brook opened the room with a smile. Mr. Winters stood and offered his hand to Erika. “Its great to have you on board. I’m looking forward to working with you.” He then took Erika’s mother’s hand. “I’ll see you both for dinner tonight?”
“Yes.” Her mother smiled. “Thank you, Hal.”
“Follow me.” Brook instructed. She paused at the reception room. “Anyone need to use the ladies room?”
Erika paused. “I should probably.”
“Third door on the left.” Brook pointed down the hall.
Erika’s mother joined her in the bathroom. It was the first time she had used the ladies’ bathroom with her mother. It was awkwardly quiet. What does a transgender woman talk about with her mother while using the toilet?
Her mother in the stall next to hers broke the silence. “Wow. Mr. Winters has written you a pretty generous contract. I didn’t believe it when your father spoke to me about it, but it was all there as promised.” She paused. “Erika, you could possibly make enough money to pay for all of your college and a down payment on a house, if things still go as good as they see to be.”
Erika hadn’t even thought about college in…. well…. Since before summer. She had been focused so much on surviving school, a house fire, a brain tumor along with transitioning and for the first time, a social life. College seemed something so far away yet.
She finished up and was washing her hands when her mother joined her at the sink. She straightened a stray hair and smoothed down her skirt before checking her makeup.
“Sometimes I feel like Alice through the looking glass.” Her mother stated after a deep sigh. “Your changing, then modeling, now signing in Hollywood with an agent. It’s just so bizarre.”
Erika nodded in agreement. “Everything has been happening so fast.”
Once in the limo, Brook smiled at them. “Mr. Winters really likes you. He gave me the company charge card to get your dresses for tomorrow night.”
Erika was as shocked as her mother.
“It means that he has faith in your blossoming career. I have only seen him do this a handful of times.”
“Wow.” It came out breathless.
“That is very generous of him.” Her mother too was in shock.
Brook lowered the window between her and the driver. “Rodeo Drive.” She stated. Then put the partition back up.
“Seriously? Rodeo Drive?” Erika couldn’t believe what she had just heard.
“That’s too much.” Her mother stated. Dillard’s or Nordstrom’s will do.”
“This is Tommy Kincaid’s ball. Therefore Rodeo.” Brook affirmed. “Mr. Winters insisted.”
--o0o—
Once they had purchased their ball gowns, that was when Brook took them to the mall. It was like no mall she had ever been to. Palm trees inside the mall, Huge palm trees, lit with white Christmas lights and sun blaring down through sky lights. It was the middle of winter and girls were wearing shorts, tank tops and flip-flops.
So many different types of people, she’d never seen so many people from so many different races all in one place. Not only were there so many different people, but so many different styles and vibes. Asian girls with blonde hair, Africa-American guys with purple dreads, People with piercings in places she didn’t know could be pierced. It was like she was a little girl actually walking through a tropical fish aquarium. It was all so strange, so colorful and so incredibly wonderful.
Brook seemed not to even notice the unique jungle that she was living in. Could someone actually get tired, bored, of seeing so many individuals?
“That’s the dress.” Erika told her mother.
“Erika’s right.” Brook agreed.
“Are you sure it’s not a bit too daring?” She asked fingering cleavage that hadn’t seen the light of day since she had been dating Erika’s father.
“It’s stunning.” Erika smiled. “And dad will love it too.”
Her mother looked at her reflection in the mirror then at Erika and Brook then let out a long breath. “Okay.”
Brook uncrossed long elegant legs and rose as Erika gave a clap of excitement. She hoped that she could someday be as graceful as Brook. She wondered if she was born with that grace or if it was something that was practiced for hours in front of a mirror.
The women, arms full of various bags headed towards the limo.
“Can we try In-n-Out on the way back to the hotel?” Erika wasn’t too hopeful.
Brook paused mid stride and glanced at Erika. She looked at her watch and then back at Erika. “This is your first trip to Los Angeles, Right?”
Erika nodded.
“Have you ever been to In-n-Out?”
Erika shook her head. So many people at school who had heard about this trip told her that she couldn’t come home without hitting up In-n-Out first.
“If we go there now, you will not be able to eat dinner tonight, and believe me, you’ll want to eat dinner tonight.” Brook bit her lip in concentration. “Tell you what. I’ll make sure you get some tomorrow. We’ll make it the event that it deserves.”
Erika was a bit crestfallen. She didn’t know what it was all about, but so many people hyped it up, she really wanted to give it a try. “Okay.” She shrugged. What could she really do? She was at Brook’s mercy for the next day or two. Not that Brook wasn’t fun. It was just well, she kind of wished that Tricia and Samantha were with her on this trip. Where did that thought come from? She hadn’t really thought of them all day, well, not too much. Now her heart was longing for their company and friendly wit.
By the time they reached the limo, she was bushed. Perhaps a nap instead of In-n Out sounded better. It wouldn’t be much of a nap. She’d have to get ready for their dinner with Mr. Winters. She wanted to look the best she could. He was her manager and he knew a lot of people in Hollywood.
Brook helped them get all of their ‘goods’ up to their room. “I’m leaving you for the night.” She told Erika. “I’ll be here first thing in the morning. Make sure to get some sleep. You are going to have a very busy, full day tomorrow.”
“Thank you Brook.”
“It’s what I get paid for.” She smiled. “It’s a good thing I like my job.”
Erika slipped out of her skirt, heels and lay down on her bed. “God, this feels good.” She told the ceiling. She quickly set the alarm on her phone for one hour before updating her social media. She lay her phone down and closed her eyes.
Erika sat bolt upright wondering where she was, it was bright and smelled different than Constitution.
“Duh.” She told herself rubbing her eyes. “Hollywood.”
She got up and gathered all of her hair into a bun on top of her head before stripping and stepping into the shower. She looked down at her chest wishing the hormones would work faster. She shaved her under arms three times. She didn’t want to have any missed stubble. Tonight, had to be near perfect. Tomorrow night would have to be even more perfect. She decided to shave her legs tonight so that she wouldn’t have to early in the morning.
After drying off, she slipped into a fresh pair of panties and bra. She slid her forms into the bra and checked to make sure they were secure. Her dress wasn’t going to show off her cleavage tonight, so she didn’t have to worry about gluing them down.
She looked at her ball gown hanging at the front of the closet. She was going to kill in that. And those shoes. They were sparkling as if encrusted in diamonds, they were amazing. Samantha would kill to have sparkly shoes as beautiful as those. Erika couldn’t stand having them packed in the box. She pulled them out and set them on the table so that the fading sunlight piercing the blinds hit them and caused her to squint against the glare.
A giggle escaped her lips, startling her. She was giggling over pretty shoes. It was again surreal. Just a few months ago, she was into drawing comics on line and trying to not get pummeled in the halls of school. Tonight, she was giggling over pretty shoes and excited to go to Tommy Kincaid’s ball.
She shook her head and brought her thoughts back to getting ready.
“Okay, they are waiting for us down stairs.” Her mother called, “Are you ready?”
Erika stepped out in a deep purple dress with a long skirt that brushed seductively around her ankles. A shear fabric the same color as the purple covered her shoulders in cap sleeves. It was sexy without showing any skin. She had spent the last. . . . well it seemed like an hour, pinning her extensions up on the back of her head in some semblance of a romantic bun. A few tresses were artfully pulled loose.
Her mother looked up from her purse and gasped.
Erika’s heart stopped. “What’s wrong? Is it horrible?”
“Not at all.” She managed. “Erika.” She paused uncertain what to say. “You look quite stunning.” Her mother took her in from head to toe. A sparkle lit her eyes as she snickered. “Couldn’t resist wearing those shoes?”
Erika looked down. “They are just too pretty.” She bit her lip. “Are they too much?”
Mrs. Martin shook her head. “Not at all. They are indeed very pretty.”
“I figured I may as well start breaking them in for tomorrow night.” Erika added.
Her mother nodded. “I need to send a picture to your father. Hold it.”
Her mother took a few pics and looked at them on her phone. “Wow.” She whispered.
“Send them to me so that I can share with Tricia and Samantha.” Erika instructed.
Hal stood in the lobby of the hotel wearing a very nice light weight suit. Erika was suddenly glad she wasn’t ever expected to wear suit again. They were so uncomfortable.
Mr. Winters tucked his phone into his pocket and smiled at them. “Well, you two look lovely.”
Erika felt that he meant it and blushed. When she realized that his words had that effect she felt confused. Part of her was excited and held her head higher. She had a longing to please this man, but the other part of her was embarrassed that she felt that way.
Mr. Winters waited for them to get into the limo before he joined them. “Did you have a good time with Brook?” he asked.
“Yes, she is wonderful.” Erika smiled.
Mr. Winters nodded.
After a twenty-minute drive with small talk and Erika’s attention getting sucked out the window at the new to her scenery, they arrived at the restaurant. A valet helped her out of the car. She couldn’t help notice that he had given her more than a quick look before smiling and releasing her hand.
The salt air was a tang in her nose, a spice against the warmed concrete and other unfamiliar scents. Lit fountains near the door of the restaurant added an undertone of chlorine. It wasn’t unpleasant, but decidedly Los Angeles.
“You may see some celebs in here.” Mr. Winters told her. “You can smile at them, but they come here to eat in peace.”
Erika nodded. Celebs? Here at this restaurant? If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me. She thought.
She felt the large hand of Mr. Winters lightly on the small of her back guiding through the doors. Large windows overlooking the Pacific Ocean were set in the wall opposite of them. The orange sun was darkening the scattered clouds to a fiery red.
“Wow.” Escaped Erika’s lips.
“Hmm?” Mr. Winters questioned.
“I’ve never seen the sunset of the Pacific.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of the colorful view. “Are they always like this?”
“Most of the time.” Mr. Winters nodded. “I guess I’ve become accustomed to them. They are pretty.”
Erika felt her mother’s hand grasp hers. She gave a Erika a loving squeeze before giving her a light tug to signal that they needed to follow the hostess.
--o0o—
Erika slipped off her pretty shoes and carefully set them on the table. They sure were pretty. They did hurt after a couple of hours, but she felt the pain was worth it.
She hardly noticed anything at the restaurant until after the sun had fully set and the sky became dark. That was a magical sunset and all she wanted was Tricia beside her enjoying it with her.
She slipped out of her dress and hung it up. She had caught the eye of more than one guy and that of a woman or two as well. She wondered if it was the dress or her. Did it matter? She began taking the bobby pins out of her hair. Once down, she scratched at her scalp and ran her fingers through the long dark hair.
A yawn stopped her in her tracks. She needed to get to bed. Brook had warned her that it was going to be busy tomorrow. Was it tomorrow yet? She looked at her phone. With her body still in her old time zone it was.
She didn’t recognize any celebs while they ate, but her mom gushed about seeing a singer that she had crushed on and some soap star having dinner with her husband. It was kind of disappointing that she hadn’t recognized anyone, but she figured the roles would be reversed at the ball.
Erika made sure to set her alarm and lay down, quickly losing awareness of the world as darkness took her.
Erika goes to Hollywood
2
Chapter 2
Erika slipped her sandals on under her long loose skirt and tank top. Everyone else seemed to be wearing tank tops. She had brought hers to sleep in, but it would work to get her to the photo shoot.
Brook stood with one hand on the door waiting for her. “She’ll be fine.” She was assuring Erika’s mother. “I’ll be with her the whole time. Rest and enjoy Mr. Winter’s gift. We’ll keep you informed throughout the day.”
“Gift?” Erika questioned groggily.
“Mr. Winters gave me a gift certificate to a spa down the street.”
“Lucky.” Erika stated. She hated mornings yet as a model she would be expected to be available at ungodly hours.
Brook smiled and ushered her out of the room, once again assuring her mother that Erika would be just fine.
“No limo?” Erika questioned as Brook led her to a newer compact.
“Sorry. It’s just the two of us so this is easier.”
Erika hopped in and put on her seatbelt. The warmth that radiated from the concrete yesterday hadn’t returned yet. The air, now pleasant, promised to warm up. The blue sky hadn’t a cloud in it, although looking towards the distant brown hills the amber haze of smog seemed a strange thing for someone from Constitution.
It wasn’t long before Brook pulled into an underground garage and drove down a few levels before finding parking.
“We can stop for coffee in the lobby if you’d like.” Brook began getting out of the car. “We made good time getting here.”
Erika was surprised at the line of people waiting for their turn at coffee on a Saturday morning. The aroma permeating the lobby was delicious. It wasn’t long before she and Brook were standing in an elevator sipping on their brew.
“I’ve never had head shots taken.” Erika confided. “I’ve actually only done two modeling shoots.”
“Mr. Winters informed me.” Brook smiled. “He is a good man and because he only works with the best, he must know as much as he can about them. Everyone gets a thorough back ground check. In your case, even your parents were checked out.”
“Really?” Erika was impressed and a bit uncertain about everything being found out. Mr. Winters knew her secret, did that mean that Brook did? The elevator opened and Brook led Erika into a monochromatic shiny reception area being flooded with the mornings light streaming through the windows.
“Brooklyn!” an obviously gay man strode towards them. “I’m so thrilled to see you again.” He cast a glance at Erika then back to Brook. “This is Hal’s latest project?”
“Clyde,” Brook and he exchanged cheek kisses. “This is Erika Summers. The newest and soon to be hottest model in demand.”
Clyde stood back and studied Erika as if he were studying a prized dog or horse. “She has potential, definitely.” He stated. “She hasn’t developed quite yet. Late bloomer, huh? Well, with those blue eyes and that dark hair… well, too bad they are extensions. Skin tone looks great though.”
“I’m standing right here.” Erika almost growled. Who did this guy think he was?
“I see that, but you need to stand up straight, sweetie. Shoulders back, tits out. You need to own the room, not lounge in it.”
“Be nice, Clyde, she doesn’t have any experience.” Brook interrupted.
Clyde rolled his eyes and waved a hand as if waving away the conversation. “Let’s get you in front of the camera and see what it says.”
Erika looked at Brook “Seriously?” She mouthed.
“Just go with it. Clyde’s one of the best in the business.” She whispered as they followed the photographer through some doors.
Erika’s jaw fell open as they entered a large room full of camera equipment, lights and various other items. She didn’t know anything about photography, but she could tell that this stuff was top of the line and worth a fortune.
“Maria!” Clyde called. “Maria, this is Erika.”
A pretty Mexican woman approached.
“Maria is your savior.” Clyde told Erika. “Maria will do your hair and makeup.”
“Hello, Erika.” Maria greeted. Beautiful mocha skin and a white smile greeted her. “Wow, aren’t you pretty. I love those eyes. Those blue eyes with dark hair? You must have boys lined up in front of your house.”
Erika blushed. “Thank you, Maria.”
“I want to see what the camera is telling us, Maria.” Clyde interrupted her. “You.” He pointed at Erika. “Erika?” Had he forgotten her name? “Sit on that stool.” He pointed to a plain back drop with a stool sitting in front of a tripod.
Erika handed her coffee to Brook and did as he instructed. Brook and Maria stood off to the side speaking in hushed tones as Clyde began fussing with light meters and lights and other pieces of equipment.
Erika heard the sound of the camera before she realized that he had stopped fussing and was not snapping shots. He began speaking to her. First giving her easy instructions then asking for more abstract ideas and interpretations.
“Enough, enough.” He suddenly stepped back and planted hands on hips. “That’s enough. Go see Maria.”
Erika practically leaped off of the stool to get away from the strange man.
“That looked very good, Erika.” Brook smiled.
“I don’t think Clyde liked it.” Erika grimaced.
“He’s a bit gruff, but he spent more time taking those pictures than he normally does.” Maria added. “That’s a good sign. Come Erika, let’s get started.”
Brook handed Erika her coffee as they followed Maria to a makeup artists mirror and lights.
“I don’t think I like him.” Erika stated. “I don’t feel comfortable.”
“Many artists are like that.” Brook told her, “I’ve met much worse here in Hollywood.”
“Really?”
Brook nodded.
“Why did he want pictures of me without makeup hair?”
“He does that with everyone.” Maria waited for Erika to sit in the chair before beginning to brush out her hair. “He says that the camera talks to him and tells him how to shoot people. He’ll be over in a bit to offer advice on how I should create your look.”
Brook and Maria were familiar with one another. They began sharing what was going on with each other’s life’s as Maria carefully curled Erika’s extensions. When she was about half way done. Clyde emerged from somewhere with a tablet.
“Well, Clyde?” Brook asked.
“The camera likes her.” Clyde said. “I felt she had something, but I had to get the camera’s insight before I knew for sure.” He held the tablet out for Brook to look at.
Brook scrolled through what must have been the pictures that they just took nodding her head. She looked at Erika a time or two and then back at the tablet. “I see what you mean.” She said. “I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Yes.” Clyde agreed. “It’s the intangible.”
“The spark?” Maria asked.
Clyde nodded. “She has the spark.” He looked at Erika studying her once again. “Erika, Darling.” His voice and mannerism totally changed from just a few minutes ago. “You are going to be a star.”
Erika wanted to laugh at him. He was so fake and wishy-washy. She looked at Brook who was still studying the pictures. While Clyde made a few suggestions to Maria.
Once gone, Erika looked at Maria and then at Brook. “What just happened?”
“You have what Clyde calls the ‘spark’” Maria wrapped another tress on the curling iron.
“I see what he’s saying.” Brook said slowly.
“I don’t understand.” Erika almost whined.
“There are plenty of stars out there, Erika.” Maria began, but only a few have the ‘spark’.”
“Marylyn Monroe had it. Elizabeth Taylor, Audrey Hepburn, Maureen O’Hara.” Brook began listing.
“I still don’t know what it means.” Erika protested.
“It means.” Maria stopped what she was doing and locked Erika’s gaze. “That the camera falls in love with you. It means that if you go on to do films that when you are on screen, that everyone’s eyes follow you, even if you are in the back ground, you are the one that the camera showcases. It’s very rare, very powerful.”
There was a pause.
“I’m sure Clyde says that to everyone he shoots.” Erika began to dismiss it.
“I just saw your pictures without makeup.” Brooks tone was serious. “They were stunning. Having the spark doesn’t always mean that you are beautiful, it just means that something unspoken is communicated through the lens.” She paused. “I’d better call Hal.” This had to be serious, she had called Mr. Winters by his first name.
When Brook returned, she had Clyde in tow. “I spoke to Hal and sent him the pictures.” She told everyone. “He has asked Clyde to go ahead and do a whole session. He’s on the phone with Teen Magazine. You may be staying another day or two in Hollywood.”
“Seriously?” Erika exclaimed.
Brook nodded.
“I called my assistant.” Clyde told Brook. “He’ll be here in thirty minutes.”
“Did anyone tell my mom?” Erika wondered.
Brook nodded. “Hal was on the phone with her as soon as he saw the photos. Sorry Erika, but we won’t be going to the commercial casting today.”
As interesting as that had sounded, Erika was kind of glad. She had never, ever acted before. Well, maybe the first few weeks of camp last summer, but in front of a camera? That was terrifying.
Maria was finishing up Erika’s makeup when a young Asian man entered and nearly sprinted to Clyde. “I’m here, Clyde.”
“I see that.” The photographer almost sneered. “Mr. Winters has changed his mind and wants a full photoshoot with this young lady.” He waved a hand absently in Erika’s direction.
Erika wondered if he had forgotten her name again.
Brook picked out a spring dress with a blue flower print on it. As soon as Erika was done, she slipped behind a screen and changed.
“You’re going to get tired of changing clothes today.” Brook warned.
Erika shrugged. Brook obviously had never been shopping with Samantha.
When she emerged from behind the screen, she saw the young assistant scurrying around checking and double checking everything, including extra cameras.
“I’m ready for my close up.” She kidded.
Clyde rolled his eyes and pretended like he hadn’t heard it. “Please take a seat again.”
Just as Erika had smoothed the skirt under herself, a racket from the door almost had her standing again.
“Got here as soon as I could. It’s a bit of a short notice.” A woman in her late twenties grumbled as she pulled a wheeled rack full of clothes into the studio. “Where do you want it?”
Brook looked to Maria who stepped forward and directed the placement of the cart just in front of the changing screen.
Clyde handed his camera to his assistant and rushed over and shooed the woman out. “I’m trying to work here. Leave.”
“I aint leaving until you’re done with those clothes. I’m in charge of them and if anything happens to them, it’s my job.”
“Fine, go sit in the lobby.”
“No.” She affirmed. “I stay with those clothes.”
“Fine, but be quiet, I’m working here.” Clyde growled. He rushed back, grabbing his camera from his assistant and monitored his voice. Sweetly, “Okay Erika, sit with your back to me and toss your head over your shoulder.” He began.
The next few hours were a blur. Between direction from Clyde, changing outfits put together by Brook from the rack and more photos, she had totally lost track of time until her stomach growled loudly. If Clyde had heard, he gave no indication, but Brook looked her way and then at her watch.
“Okay Clyde, we need to take a lunch break.” She touched the photographer’s shoulder.
Clyde startled at the touch as if being awakened from a dream.
“Huh?”
“Lunch.” Brook stated.
Clyde looked at his watch and frowned. “Fine. Be back in thirty minutes.”
“We’ll be back in an hour.” She took a defensive stance next to him.
He stared at her for a moment then grunted before storming off, tossing his camera to his assistant. Erika was shocked and relieved that the young man caught it with ease and began working on it.
“I promised you In-n-Out.” Brook smiled. She turned to Maria, “You want anything from In-n-Out?”
Maria’s head jerked towards them with a smile. “Yes please. Number one with vanilla and grilled onion.”
“She needs to change first.” The woman in charge of the clothes directed. “Can’t be slopping animal sauce on it.”
Erika darted behind the screen and quickly changed back into her tank top and skirt.
In-n-Out, she realized could be the death of her and her modeling career. The Double/Double was as delicious as it was filling. The fries were totally different than what she had experienced before, and the shake was fantastic. She could totally see wanting to visit the burger joint weekly at least. On second thought, perhaps twice weekly.
The hour lunch flew by, but Brook had her back in Clyde’s studio and behind the dressing screen before the time was up.
Brook had her slipping into a royal-blue figure-hugging long gown with spaghetti straps. When she emerged, Maria began artfully pinning up her long extensions into a loose, romantic chignon. Once she fitted the sparkly earrings in, she stepped over to the lights.
“Damn.” She heard Clyde’s assistant whisper not realizing that he had been heard.
Erika smiled. She was starting to not only get used to the idea that men found her attractive, but that she was starting to enjoy the reaction. Her heart sped up just a touch and she blushed a smile the assistant’s way causing him to turn bright red and turn away in embarrassment. What would he say if he knew her secret? Would he still be awestruck, or would he be sickened? This was Hollywood, she supposed there were many more like her here. Mr. Winters had even suggested that he represented several like her. She would have liked to have known who they were, but then she decided, it would be better she didn’t, after all, she wouldn’t like others knowing about her.
An hour and a half later, she had reached her max. she definitely didn’t want to try on any more clothes. There were definitely some very cute clothes in the sample that she tried on, outfits and pieces that she wouldn’t mind adding to her own closet, but the attitude of the woman guarding the rack persuaded her to not even ask about keeping any.
She was wiped by the time she slipped into her own clothes. Who knew that posing for a camera was so tiring?
Erika stifled a yawn in the car as Brook drove back towards the hotel. “Oh no you don’t.” Brook shook her head. You still have a full night tonight.”
Tommy Kincaid. How could she forget? She would definitely need to take a nap before going. Her hopes for a nap however, were dashed.
“We have just enough time to get you changed before the limo picks you up for the ball.” Brook informed her.
“Ugh. I need a nap.” Erika protested.
“I’ll stop and get you some coffee.” Brook promised.
“Will you be coming with me tonight?” Erika asked.
Brook chuckled. “Oh, no. that is for you stars. I’m perfectly happy in my role.”
“Have you ever been to something like this?” Erika stifled another yawn.
“A couple of times.” Brook nodded. “They lose their luster, but it is the duty of a celeb to be seen so they must attend.”
“Is it alright for me to take pictures of celebrities with my phone?” Erika asked. “They won’t get mad or anything, will they?”
“Most don’t mind, but always ask.” Brook instructed.
“Tricia and Samantha won’t believe that I’m going to a Tommy Kincaid ball.”
Brook smiled as she pulled into the drive of the hotel. She handed the keys to the valet and told him that she wouldn’t be too long before joining Erika in the lobby.
“It’s about time.” Her mother greeted as they walked in. “I was beginning to worry.”
“Haven’t you been getting my texts?” Brook asked.
“Yes. Of course, but still a mother worries.” Erika’s mother stated. She turned to Erika. “Mr. Winters was excited with what the photographer said about you. How did it go?”
“I’m exhausted.” Erika collapsed onto the sofa.”
“You don’t have time for that, Erika. You need to start getting ready for the ball.” Brook admonished. Jump in the shower and freshen up. I’ll help you with your hair and makeup.”
“Coffee?” Erika raised an eyebrow at Brook. The assistant becoming friend nodded.
Erika closed the door on her room, trudged into the bathroom and slipped out of her clothes. She piled the long hair on top of her head and used a clip to keep it there before standing under hot, relaxing water.
Her tired mind drifted to her friends back in Constitution. She wondered how school was going. Well, school for Samantha. Tricia was suspended until Monday. Stupid ‘no tolerance’ policy. At least Strange Stephanie got the same sentence. She didn’t feel bad calling her ‘Strange Stephanie’ anymore. She did try to be friends with the girl. It was she, who decided to be nasty. She even started wondering what Jake was doing? Why was he still drifting into her thoughts? He was a nice enough guy, but did he really need to intrude on her thoughts of friends?
Erika stifled a yawn. She really needed to stop that. She needed to stay awake and even perky for Tommy’s ball. She thought of her dress and decided she had better shave her legs. Who knew who would be there. She wanted to impress, not be seen as a backwards hick from Constitution.
Erika turned off the shower, grabbed the towel and began drying off her face and shoulders as she exited the shower.
“Oh my God!” a voice exclaimed.
Erika dropped the towel to see Brook standing there looking from Erika’s face to her genitals and back to her face.
Erika nearly screamed, she dropped the towel to cover what wasn’t supposed to be seen and turned bright red.
“I’m so sorry.” Brook stammered as she turned bright red. “I – I didn’t realize you were done in the shower.” Both hands held coffee.
Erika was speechless. What was she supposed to say? ‘don’t look behind the curtain’?
Princess and the Plague:
Erika goes to Hollywood
3
Author’s Note: Names, likenesses and relations in the next few chapters are made up and for entertainment purposes only.
“I take it, Mr. Winters didn’t inform you about Erika’s um secret.” Her mother walked into the situation.
Brook just shook her head. How could she make even that look graceful?
“He doesn’t tell me things I don’t need to know.” She stopped staring at Erika and glanced to her mother. She cleared her throat, lifted her head and handed Erika a coffee. “I hope I got it right.” She said. “I heard how you ordered it this morning.”
“Thank you.” Erika took the cup. Her heart was still beating like a jack-rabbits.
“Let me know when you are ready.” Brook was much more composed now. She turned and followed Mrs. Martin out of the room.
“This isn’t going to be a problem is it?” She heard her mother ask Brook in hushed tones.
“No.” Brook affirmed. “I was just surprised is all. Mr. Winters has other people like her among his clientele.”
The voices drifted off.
Erika took a deep breath and let it out before tasting her coffee. It was almost perfect.
“Well.” She muttered to herself. “That wasn’t the worse reaction. I hope it doesn’t change things between us.”
She finished drying off and decided that it was definitely an occasion to wear her gaffe. Once done putting herself together she stepped into the living area in her bra and panties.
“I’m ready, now.” She smiled nervously at Brook.
Brook smiled nervously back and joined her in her bedroom. “I’m so sorry.” Brook began, “I didn’t know, and it was. . . well, a surprise.”
Erika nodded. “I can understand.” She stated.
“I didn’t even suspect.” Brook went on. “You are a very pretty young lady.”
“Thank you,” What else was she supposed to say?
“Those pictures you took today were fantastic. It’s like Clyde said, there is something different about you. . .” she stopped.
“And now you know what it is.” Erika smiled, trying to make light of it. She had to take the heavy nervousness out of the air.
“There I go sticking my foot in my mouth.” Brook apologized.
“Can you still help me get ready?” Erika changed the subject.
“Of course.” Brook strode over to the red halter-top gown. She unbuttoned the collar of the dress and held it out for Erika to step into before helping by re-fastening it.
The long skirt had a slit cut up Erika’s left leg, almost all of the way to her thigh.
“You’re going to have to go without the bra.” Brook stated. “You look like you have perky breasts.”
“They aren’t mine.” Erika sighed. “Well, I paid for them, so I guess they are, but these are forms until mine grow.”
“I hadn’t realized. They look great.” Brook began taking a closer look.”
“I glue them on and have to use a touch of makeup to blend in the seams. You can just make out one here.” Erika pointed.
“I didn’t even notice.” Brook smiled. She stepped back a few paces and took Erika in. “Wow.” Brook smiled. “I knew you would look amazing in this dress.”
Erika held up the skirt and walked to a mirror hanging on the closet door and was almost brought to tears. She did look amazing.
Brook and Erika talked as Brook pinned Erika’s hair up and put on her makeup.
Erika explained how she kind of fell into modeling with the family photography session and how she was not only still new to it, but also wasn’t sure if it was what she wanted to do.
“It’s hard enough for natural girls to get into and succeed at modeling, I’m sure it’ll be even more difficult for someone like me.” She said. “That’s why I’ve been keeping it a secret.”
“Your secret is safe with me.” Brook smiled. “Not only because I like you, Erika, but because Hal has me under contract.” Brook stood back from her work and scanned Erika’s face. “I guess that’s as good as it gets.”
Erika looked at the reflection of a beautiful young woman and almost began crying. “Holy Shit, Brook. You’re as good as Maria.”
“Hardly.” Brook rebuffed. “You are just that beautiful.”
Erika hugged Brook tight and tried her best to keep the tears from ruining Brook’s work.
“Now for the shoes.” Erika exclaimed excitedly. She nearly tripped on the skirt of her dress as she hurried across the room to retrieve the sparkling footwear.
“I’ll go check on your mother.” Brook left as Erika began strapping on her current obsession.
Erika stood tall in her heels and took a second to adjust to the new height and balance. She strode over to the floor length mirror and peered at herself. She had been professionally made up for photoshoots in the last few weeks, but she never got used to seeing the beautiful young lady looking back at her in the mirror. She studied herself from the top of her arranged hair to the tip of her sparkly sandals.
She sucked in a breath and tried to wrap her head around this whole situation. A year ago, Eric was hiding in his house when not forced to go to school. He was a boy who created a fantasy world where he could be anything, anybody, but who he really was. Surreal. That was the only word that could come close to describing what was going on.
Erika used the edge of her finger to wipe the wetness away from her eyes. She took a deep breath, smiled at herself and stepped out of her room.
Brook and her mother stood waiting in anticipation.
Her mother’s hands flew to her mouth as she took in her daughter. “Oh my God, you are so beautiful.” It came out in a gasp.
“You’re going to make me cry.” Erika felt her eyes starting to water again.
Brook smiled at them both, then reached into her purse. “Here are the tickets for tonight’s event.” She handed them to Erika’s mother. “They’ll get you into the after party too.”
“What?” Erika was shocked. “Seriously?”
Brook nodded.
“Thank you.” She gushed.
“Don’t thank me. Thank Mr. Winters.”
“We will.” Erika’s mother promised.
Brook escorted them down to the hotel lobby. Erika’s mother kept looking at her. A few times even shaking her head in disbelief.
Erika was too excited to sit still. She kept shifting her body as much as her vision. Concrete sound walls along the freeway decorated with graffiti, palm trees, and what seemed like miles and miles of houses.
Soon the Limo joined a line of limos that stretched for a block or more.
“Is this it?” Erika asked the driver.
“Sorry Miss, this is the security check point. They’ll ask to see your passes and have a look at the car. The event is a few blocks away.”
Erika’s impatience was growing as they sat waiting for their turn going through security. But what could she do? People had to be safe. Who knew what terrorists were capable of these days.
Finally, through the checkpoint, Erika was practically bouncing in her seat as the Limo crawled along the people lined street.
“One more moment, Miss.” The driver cautioned.
Camera flashes were going off everywhere as they approached a red carpet. Before she knew it, her door was being opened. She stepped out onto the red carpet as a man helped her to keep her balance as she stood. It was like being in a hundred photo shoots at the same time as flashes from cameras as well as cell phones nearly blinded her.
She nearly put her hands up to block the flashes but restrained and tried to paste a smile on her face. Why were these people taking pictures of her? They didn’t even know her. She didn’t look like any celebrity, not really. She turned to see her mother struggling to not look like a deer in head lights. Poor thing, she didn’t sign up for this.
“This way Miss.” A suited man gently guided. “We need to keep everyone moving.”
Before she knew it, she was guided by the red carpet and the line of people ahead of her. She thought she spotted a country singer ahead of her and was that a soap star getting out of a limo behind her?
A façade wall covered with the gala’s logo loomed up to one side. What looked like a security officer held up his hand stopping her. “Wait here for a moment, Miss.” He stated scanning the crowd. “Do you have your invitation?”
Erika held it out for him. He scanned it a barcode reader as well as a UV light which revealed a hidden design. “Miss Erika Summers?” he asked.
“Yes.” She managed, her heart and brain couldn’t decide what to feel right at the moment.
“Mrs. Martin?” he asked scanning Erika’s mother’s invitation.
“Yes officer.” She sounded more confident that Erika felt.
He nodded. “Please step forward and have a pleasant evening.”
A temporary barrier lined the carpet on one side. It was jammed with even more people with all kinds of cameras.
“Erika, over here!” a voice called.
Who would know her? She thought. She looked to see a woman with a camera trying to get her attention. How in the world did they know her name?
A young woman dressed in black slacks and white blouse was kneeling on the carpet up against the temporary barrier. “Stop here,” She instructed.
Several more people from the mob of paparazzi began calling her name as more flashes went off.
Erika realized that the whole way was lined with these people instructing celebs to pause in front of them to pose for the cameras.
“Oh crap.” Erika muttered. The next stop had television cameras and was that who she thought it was? “Oh my God.” It came out as a whisper. She was sure no one could hear her over the mob calling various celebs by name. it was one of the hosts of a tabloid show.
As she approached, she saw someone whisper in the host’s ear.
“Welcome Erika.” She greeted her. “How are you doing this evening?”
Erika’s heart flipped, then flopped, stopped, then flipped again.
“Fine, thank you.” She smiled.
“Erika Summers, I understand that you are Hal Winter’s newest acquisition.”
“Yes.” Erika’s heart was now like a jack rabbits. Was her face blushing? It felt hot. She didn’t know she would be doing television interviews. “Mr. Winters was kind enough to take me on.”
“I understand that you will be gracing the pages of Teen Magazine soon.” The host stated. “That’s a big step for a young model from Constitution.”
How the hell are they finding out all of this? Erika’s mind screamed.
“I’m very excited about it.” Erika grinned. “It’s an experience of a lifetime.” She hadn’t even shot the Teen Magazine pictures yet. Who knew if she’d make it in.
“You look fantastic.” The host scanned her very quickly. “Whose dress are you wearing tonight?”
Erika wanted to throw up. Who’s dress? She didn’t know. Brook picked it out for her. “I, um, I’m not sure.” Erika knew her face was turning red now. “I just picked it up yesterday.”
“Well it is quite stunning on you.”
“Thank you.” Erika managed. Oh my God get me out of here. Her mind screamed. She didn’t know that she was supposed to know who made her dress. Probably some under paid slave labor in China for all she knew. This was horrible. “I’m just excited to be here, supporting Mr. Kincaids’ charity.” Well at least that sounded good. She hoped.
“Erika!” She heard “Ms. Summers.”
“Thank you, Erika, and good luck.” The host thankfully allowed her an escape.
Erika moved closer to her mother. “Why didn’t you save me?” She asked.
“What was I supposed to say?” her mother whispered back. “You’re the one who wants to be a model. You did fantastic.” She added.
Several more picture posing and another interview later, this time the interview went a little smoother, Erika and her mother made it into the door of the event.
A relative quiet cascaded over them. The noise of the media like a gaggle of geese behind them.
“You handled that quite well.” A familiar voice sounded ahead of them.
“Mr. Winters?” Erika was surprised. “I didn’t know I would have to do interviews. I probably looked like a hillbilly out there. Why didn’t you warn me?”
“I wanted to see how you would handle yourself under media pressure.” He approached. His smile never left his face. “You did quite well, considering.”
“How did they know who I was?” She inquired.
“I put out the word.” He smirked. “I represent some of those people too, you know.” He dipped his head towards the crowd scampering to get the best pictures and interviews. “You did very well, not a hillbilly at all. Just sweet and naive, which is exactly what we want for Teen Magazine and other like sponsors to start asking for you.” He gave her a once over with his eyes. “You look beautiful. Brook is amazing, isn’t she?”
Erika nodded. Momentarily forgetting her bitter attitude. “They mentioned that I would be in Teen Magazine.” Erika raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t even posed for them yet, how do we know if I even make it into the magazine?”
“You do or don’t, they’ll forget about it by the end of the week.” He shrugged. “Welcome to Hollywood.” He looked to Erika’s mother. “I sent a copy of the Teen Magazine contract to your husband and had a copy delivered to your hotel. Did you receive it?”
“Yes, “her mother nodded. “I haven’t had time to go through it though.”
“It’s just a simple contract. I’ll have you stop by the office tomorrow evening to sign it.”
“That soon?” She was astonished.
“It’s Hollywood.” He stated. “They always want the up and coming, the new, the innocent and the freshest young ladies. And they want them last week.” He paused and greeted another celeb as they entered and then looked to Erika. He pulled out a large smart phone. “Have you seen your pictures from today’s shoot?” he asked.
Erika shook her head.
“Here.” He handed the phone over.
Erika’s mother looked over her shoulder a she started swiping through the photos.
“The first few, the black and white are Clyde’s camera test before makeup.” Mr. Winters explained.
“You are so beautiful.” Her mother gasped. Her voice held awe as well as pride.
Erika was almost brought to tears. “that is me?” she was in awe as well.
Mr. Winters nodded. “That is why I’m setting up the Teen Magazine shoot. They’d be stupid not to use you.
Erika swiped to the next set. These were in color and after Maria had done her hair and makeup.
“Wow.” Her mother gasped breathlessly.
Erika looked from the pictures to her agent and back to the pictures. “These are even better than the pictures I did back in Constitution.” She saw Mr. Winters nod out of the corner of her eye.
“Part of that is Clyde, the other part is you.”
Erika handed his phone back, still having a hard time believing that those pictures were of her.
“Just down this hall and through those doors is a magical life.” Mr. Winters stated. “Don’t believe half of what you hear and promise nothing to anyone. Any job offers posed to you have to go through me first.” Mr. Winters looked her in the eyes and smiled. “You, my young lady, have a reputation to protect and to enhance. Have fun and don’t drink too much.”
A reputation to protect and enhance? What does that mean?
“Will you be joining us, Mr. Winters?” her mother inquired.
“In a bit. I have other clients to see to as they come through.” He nodded towards Erika’s mother. “You’ll be just fine in there. You’ve already raised a fine young lady.”
Was it her imagination or did he keep stressing ‘lady’ in this conversation?
“Now, young lady.” He began. “I have arranged for an escort for you. He is waiting for you just outside the doors.”
“An escort?” Erika questioned. Did she really need and escort?
“I think you’ll have fun with one another.” Mr. Winters smiled.
“Who is it?” Erika asked.
Mr. Winters’ eyes sparkled as a tight smile of mirth washed over his face for just a moment. His eyes darted towards the doors. “Excuse me.” He stepped towards the door. “Amanda.” He greeted.
Erika looked up to see Amanda Erins. An actress from a popular cop show.
“Erika.” Her mother’s voice grabbed her attention.
“That’s Amanda Erins.” She whispered to her mother.
Her mother smiled. “I’m sure we will be seeing many more famous people tonight.”
Erika took a deep breath and stepped down the hall with her mother, their heels clicking on the marble floor as they went.
Large floral arrangements dotted the corridor as they walked. Large birds of paradise, roses, and other flowers she didn’t know.
They turned a corner and heard music and many voices coming from double doors. Just outside was a young man in a tux looking at his phone. He looked up and smiled as he spotted Erika.
Erika lost her breath. Her head spun, it couldn’t be, could it?
“Hello, you must be Erika.” He stepped forward greeting her with a big smile. “Hal showed me a picture of you. You’re even prettier in person.”
It was. She suddenly felt like she needed to hold onto a wall. She tried not to stumble in her heels as she felt her face grow hot and her heart race. Hold on, she had to be cool. She wasn’t attracted to boys…. Well Jake was kind of an exception, but this was different. Was she attracted to him or was she Fan Girling? It was Hunter Allyson. The Hunter Allyson.
“You’re Hunter Allyson.” She managed to stammer. Seriously? He knew who he was, she was the one having trouble coming to grips with being face to face with Hunter Allyson.
He smiled at her. “Yes. Yes, I am. I’m glad you at least know who I am.” He reached out as if to steady her. “Breathe.” He threw a grin at her mother. “It’ll pass in just a moment. Just don’t go fainting on me.”
“I loved you in your last movie.” She managed to get out. Oh god, she was fan girling. She needed to stop. She took a deep breath or three and felt a bit better.
“See, breathing helps.” He touched her bare arm.
He actually touched her. She felt her face flushing even hotter. “I’m so sorry, Hunter. I must seem like such a ditz.”
Hunter leaned closer to her ear. “My first one of these, I got so overwhelmed at seeing my teen crush in person, I actually threw up. So’ you aren’t doing too bad.”
“Are you really my escort tonight?” she asked.
He nodded. “Hal said that you are his newest project and wanted me to take good care of you.”
“He did?”
Hunter nodded. “I am to introduce you to all of the important people here and help you get your face known. I would have picked you up at your hotel, but Hal wanted you to walk the media frenzy alone. You can’t make a name for yourself if you are Hunter Allyson’s newest squeeze.”
Erika felt like she was starting to get control of her nerves. Her stomach was not longer trying to escape, and her heart wasn’t trying explode.
“Hello Hunter, I’m Nancy. Erika’s mother.”
“Hello Nancy.” Hunter took her hand in a warm greeting. “I see where Erika gets her beauty from.”
“Aren’t you sweet.” She smiled.
“Are you ready to make your entrance, Erika?” Hunter looked at her closely.
Erika nodded. She needed a selfie or at least a pic. No one and she meant no one back home would believe that she had met Hunter Allyson let alone been his date. No. she couldn’t ask for a pic. That would be too uncool, and she had already too many uncool strikes against her in this meeting.
“Now, the best thing to remember is that everyone here is an ordinary person who just seemed to win the entertainment lottery. Many here are just as nervous as you are and if they aren’t, well they are lying to themselves.” Hunter took Erika’s hand and wrapped his arm around it. It was like a nineteen-forties Hollywood style entrance.
The music swelled but it was at an acceptable level that one could speak to others without yelling. Crystal chandeliers as large as small cars cast rainbows of color over a room filled with beautiful women in dresses of every color and length. Men in Tuxedoes and fine tailored suits.
Erika hadn’t realized that she had stopped until Hunter gently urged her on with a tightness on her arm. A server approached with a tray of champagne. Hunter took a glass and was about to hand it to Erika and stopped. He turned to her mother. “Is it alright if she has a glass?” he asked.
Her mother nodded. He handed the glass to Erika then handed one to her mother before taking one for himself.
Champagne wasn’t by any means new to her. She drank an occasional glass at family functions and parties. She took a sip and was delighted to find that it was even better than the cheap stuff her family would drink.
“Thank you.” She said after a sip.
Hunter leaned close to her. “I find it helps give you something to do with your hands while talking to some of these people. Some of them can be quite boring. Especially the name droppers.” His voice got nasally and snooty sounding. “I’ve worked with so and so and I did that movie with this person or that person.” His voice dropped back to normal. Believe me it gets quite tiresome.”
“Is that . . . ?”
“Jacklyn.” He finished. “Yes. Pretty isn’t she?”
Erika nodded.
“She is one of the nice ones.” He started toward the famous actress. “Jacklyn.” He called getting her attention. She turned and smiled at Hunter.
If Jacklyn had a last name, Erika sure didn’t know it. Jacklyn was one of those celebrities who didn’t need a last name. She was an older woman probably as old as her mother and had been in many blockbuster films, from Rom-coms to drama and even an action film or two.
“Hunter.” Her face lit up. “I hoped to see you here.”
“Jacklyn, this is Erika Summers. Hal’s latest project.”
Jacklyn turned her lovely smile to Erika. “Erika, lovely to meet you. What does Hal have you doing?”
“I’m. . . . I’m supposed to be doing a shoot for Teen Magazine.” Erika actually pinched herself with her free hand to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Who meets Hunter Allyson and Jacklyn in the same evening?
“A model.” It was a statement. “Well, you definitely are pretty enough. How long have you been in Hollywood?” The Hollywood legend asked.
“This is my second day.” Erika felt embarrassed.
Jacklyn took her hand from Hunter’s and leaned close. “Second day and you are at a ball on the arm of Hunter? Girl, you are my hero.”
Erika was beginning to feel light headed. Was it the champagne or meeting the Jacklyn? “Honestly this was all a surprise to me.” She stated.
“Hal Winters treats his projects well.” She nodded with understanding.
Erika suddenly blushed. “This is my mother, Nancy.” She introduced.
“You’ve always been my favorite leading lady.” Her mother gushed.
“You are so kind. Thank you.” Jacklyn greeted. “I’m sure this is all a bit much.” She waved her hand around.
“For this country girl, yes.” Her mother smiled.
“Honesty, how refreshing.” Jacklyn stated. Someone else was vying for her attention. “I do hope we get another chance to speak tonight.” She told Erika’s mother. She leaned closer to Nancy. “I’m a pig farmers daughter. It’s nice to talk to people who aren’t deeper in the much than the pigs.” She turned to Hunter. “You promised my daughter a signed poster.”
“I’ll get it to her next week.” He promised.
Hunter led them around the room Erika finished her champagne and wanted another but was afraid to ask her mother for a second. She wasn’t tipsy, but it did relax her a bit which was very helpful because Hunter kept introducing her to movie stars, rock stars, Olympic athletes as well as Professional Athletes. As soon as she walked away from one, she kicked herself for not getting a picture, and by the time they got to the next one, she was in too much awe that she forgot to ask for one.
“Hunter.” She got his attention. “I need to use the ladies room.”
“Good timing.” Hunter smiled. I do too. Um to use the men’s room.” He corrected. He whisked her across the room to one side. “I’ll meet you out here in a few minutes.”
Erika gave his arm a squeeze and smiled. Where did that come from? She had never used body language like that with her friends. Not with Tricia, or even Jake.
The bathrooms were quite posh. Beautiful wood stalls instead of durable metal, soft lighting instead of florescent. Granite countertops and cloth towels. Wow, this place was amazing.
It was a bit of a struggle to figure out using the toilet in a long dress, it wasn’t like she could just lift the skirt of the dress and whip out her manhood and pee into the toilet standing up. Not with keeping her facade. She finally managed.
She stepped out and saw a striking young woman checking her makeup on the mirror. The young lady looked to be a year or two older than she was. Her purple and blue hair and exaggerated eye makeup was something Tricia would love. She finished freshening her lips and looked at Erika through the mirror. She then turned and looked at Erika.
“You’re Hunter’s new girl?” She asked.
“No.” Erika didn’t know what to think of her. “Mr. Winters asked him to be my escort. I’m Erika.” She put her hand out.
An interested smile crossed the girl’s face. “Hello, Erika, I’m Cass.”
“Hi, Cass.” Erika greeted squeezing her hand. “I’m sorry, I don’t recognize you. What do you do?”
The girl stared at Erika for a moment. “I am a bass player in a band. Oh, and Hal wants me to model.”
“Hal Winters is your agent too?” She grabbed ahold of something that they had in common.
“Yea, he kind of had to be since he’s been my dad’s for like ever.”
“Oh? Who’s your dad?”
“Brock Steward.”
“As in the lead guitar for the rock band?” Erika was fan girling again.”
Cass rolled her eyes with a sigh. “Yea, that’s him.”
Erika sensed that it was a subject that Cass was probably tired of. “What’s your band called?”
Cass looked curiously at Erika. “Purple Mischief.”
“Cool name. what kind of music do you play?”
“Kind of hard rock with a twist.” She stepped away from the mirror so that Erika could wash. “We’ll be playing in a little bit.”
“Here?” really?”
Cass nodded.
“I definitely want to listen.” Erika stated.
“Hold on a sec, Erika.” She stepped up behind Erika. “Your dress is caught in your panties. She gave it a quick tug. Erika felt the hem of the skirt brush against the back of her ankles. Cass then smoothed out the wrinkle.
“Oh my God, thank you so much.” Erika hugged Cass. “I’m already a fish out of water, here with Hunter, I’d just die if I walked around like that.”
“Hunter’s a good guy.” Cass stated. “He’d have warned you or fixed it.”
“So, he isn’t faking his being nice?” Erika wanted confirmation.
“No. he’s pretty cool. We’ve hung out before. He’s not really my type though.” She leaned against the wall and studied Erika. “You know he’s related to a Hollywood legend, right?”
She was volunteering information. This was good. Erika shook her head. “Really?”
“Ya, his great grandmother or something was a Hollywood star back in the black and whites.”
“She was?” Erika began searching her brain.
“June Allyson.” Cass fed her.
Erika shook her head. “I’ll have to IMDB her.”
The two girls walked out of the bathroom together.
“Well, hello, Cassandra.” Hunter greeted.
“Hey, Hunter.”
Erika had wondered if Cass was short for something. Cassandra was such a pretty name, why did she shorten it?
“You playing tonight?” He asked.
Cass nodded.
“I’ll make sure to be there.” He turned to Erika. “Cassandra is the bass in a really cool band.”
“She told me.” Erika smiled at Cass.
“Maybe we can hang later?” Hunter asked Cass.
“Perhaps.” She replied.
Hunter shot her a smile and guided Erika away.
“She was nice.” Erika told him after they were out of ear shot.
“She can be.” Hunter agreed. “She has had some hard stuff happen in life.”
“Her dad’s a rock star, how hard can it be?” Erika asked.
“Rock stars have easy access to drugs.” He left it hanging.
“Oh.”
“Jim!” Hunter called. “I’d like you to meet Erika.”
The meet and greets started all over again. This time she noticed her mother was hanging back sometimes watching from across the room.
Another half an hour went by as Hunter introduced her to so many celebs that her head spun. No one was going to believe this back home. This was absolutely crazy.
The music suddenly cut off and a voice sounded over some speakers by a stage on the far side of the room. Close to a hundred servers were quickly negotiating the room handing out flutes of champagne.
Erika found her mother had rejoined them. “I met Juan Garcia.” She sounded giddy. “And Joan Black.” Her mother handed her a champagne flute with an excited smile.
Erika bet this night is one that her mother would not forget soon either.
Tommy Kincaid and Michelle Greyson were both introduced to the stage. The crowd of stars applauded generously for them before Tommy thanked them all for their generous contribution to his charity. He spoke briefly about the work being done and then a short film was played, showing people that the charity had helped.
Erika was star struck. Tommy Kincaid and he was just yards away and Michelle, so beautiful standing proudly next to Tommy, fixing everyone in the audience with a smile meant just for them. Erika was stunned to find that gaze fixed upon her a sparkle in her eye. Erika became light headed as that split second seemed to last minutes in her reality.
“You alright?” Hunter raised an eyebrow as his arm wrapped around her waist.
“Yes. I’m fine.” Erika nodded. Excitement coursed through her body at the feel of his reassuring hand at the small of her back. Neither Tricia or Jake had ever made her feel this way. What was happening to her? “Do you think she’ll sing?”
Hunter smiled down at Erika. “You never know with Michelle Greyson.”
At the end of the film Tommy thanked everyone again and introduced his wife, Michelle.
Michelle’s voice was light and lyrical. She thanked everyone as well and was joined on stage by a band. On closer inspection, Erika recognized Cassandra adjusting her bass on stage.
“Looks like you are getting your wish.” Hunter took a sip of his champagne.
The music started to applause and then Michelle began to sing. Erika’s skin suddenly erupted in goose pimples at the sound of her beautiful voice. “Wow” escaped her lips in almost a whisper.
The song ended with an immense applause. Michelle thanked everyone again and then introduced the newest, hottest band in Hollywood, Purple Mischief.
Erika found herself hooting for the band as they began.
“You’ve heard of them?” her mother asked, surprised.
“I just met the bass player in the bathroom.” Erika explained. “The one with purple and blue hair.”
Her mother raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
Erika smiled. “She was very nice. Her dad is Brock Steward.”
Her mother’s face changed to one of surprise. Erika knew for a fact that her mother had Brock’s music on C.D. as well as downloaded.
“Is Brock here?” her mother asked.
“I haven’t seen him.” Hunter cast his eyes around the room again. “If I do, I’ll introduce you to him.”
“Really?” her mother was fan girling on a rock star who might not even be in the room.
Hunter nodded. He looked to Erika. “You want to dance?”
“I’m not very good.” She stated. Other than the dance lessons at Camp Kumoni, she really didn’t know how to dance.
“No one is.” He took her hand and led her forward. “Look.” He pointed out some celebs and their spouses awkwardly moving in front of the stage.
Erika giggled and let herself be led to the group. Hunter as it turned out was a pretty good dancer. Unsure of herself dancing in heels, Erika was a bit more subdued.
Every once in a while, she’d look up to see Cassandra watching her and Hunter. Every time Erika caught her watching, her eyes would flick to another spot in the room. Erika wondered if she had done something wrong. Was Cass jealous? There was no need. After tonight, she was sure she’d probably never see Hunter again. Celebs of his status just didn’t mingle or hang with people like herself.
Erika’s head started feeling heavy. She wondered if it could be the champagne, but then it started to hurt.
“Crap.” Erika swore to herself. She knew this feeling. ‘Not now!’ she screamed silently at her brain. She looked around for her mother and spotted her speaking with Jacklyn.
“I gotta go.” Erika stated curtly to Hunter. She could start to see gray around the edges of her vision. “Crap, crap crap.” She continued swearing as she nearly bolted from the throng of dancers towards her mother.
“What’s wrong?” Hunter inquired, suddenly worried. “Are you alright?”
“No.” Erika needed to make it someplace away from all of these people. It was embarrassing enough to have seizures in the high school gym, but at a charity ball surrounded by celebrities? “Oh God, what will they think?”
Her mother spotted her bolting jerkily towards her. The smile on her face slid off replaced by fear and heartbreak. She had seen that terrified look on her daughter’s face before. She touched Jacklyn’s arm in parting and ran towards Erika.
“It’s starting.” Erika nearly collapsed into her mother’s arms.
The world around her was becoming narrower and narrower.
“What’s wrong, is she sick?” Hunter asked.
“We need to get her someplace quiet and away from these people.” Her mother instructed. Her voice changed as she directed it towards Erika. “I’ve got you. You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you.”
Blindly, Erika stepped where ever her mother was directing. Darker, darker.
Erika goes to Hollywood
4
Eric and Summer were splashing each other as the waves from the ocean frothed around them. His beautiful daughter was the dark-haired copy of Samantha. She charged at him and tried to tackle him. Laughing, he allowed her to knock him backwards off of his feet as another wave crashed around them. The two went under water and came back up laughing some more. Eric picked her up and struggled to run deeper into the surf. When he was waist deep, he heaved. Her scream was cut short as she disappeared into another crashing wave.
She came up sputtering and laughing and began trying to incite a chase as she bounced along the sandy bottom trying to get away from his reach.
Eric looked towards the sandy beach and smiled as Samantha looking like a Sports Illustrated swim suit model waved. J.J. was a few feet in front of her building a sandcastle. His heart swelled with pride and love. How could life get any better? He chased after Summer as she giggled and flung salt water at him. Eric caught her and tickled her into submission. Once Summer had caught her breath, he conspired with her.
Father and daughter giggled as they ran at J.J. and sprayed him with salt water.
“Daaaaad!” J.J. complained.
“Eric.” Samantha admonished through her own laughing.
Eric picked his son up and tossed him over his shoulders. He gave Samantha a peck on the cheek before carrying his kicking son off into the surf, with Summer cackling, as she encouraged her father.
Eric waded until the waves where hitting him in the chest before ducking under, son and all.
J.J. was getting stronger. He almost kicked out of Eric’s firm grasp. Eric erupted up out of the water. J.J. sputtering and still kicking.
“You got him!” Summer laughed from closer to shore.
Eric dropped J.J. from his shoulders to cradle him into his arms and made his way back to the sandy beach. Eric set his son down on the wet sand and watched on with mirth as he ran to his mother for protection.
“We got him good.” Summer giggled grasping her father’s pinky finger in her small hand.
“Yes, we did.” Eric chuckled. “Now he needs us to leave him alone. How about we get a treat.”
Summer skipped beside her father as they walked into the dry sand.
“You’re a beast.” Samantha bit her tongue to keep from laughing as J.J. clutched at her leg.
“And you are a beauty.” He enveloped her waist in his hands and pulled her closer, kissing her fiercely.
Eric lay down on their beach blanket pulling his wife down with him. He closed his eyes as she kissed him. The world around him began fading away.
--o0o--
“There you are.” Her mother cooed as Erika’s eyes flickered. In the distance, probably the next room, she could hear the loud music and people talking loudly.
“The ambulance is on its way.” She heard Mr. Winter’s voice.
“Hey there.” Her mother greeted as she opened her eyes. Thankfully the lighting had been dimmed so that it didn’t pierce her brain through her eyes as she came too. “I’ve got you.” She repeated.
“How? Did?”
Her mother shook her head. “Hunter and Jacklyn got us to this side room just in time. No one saw except us.”
“That was quite a scare.” Hunter’s face loomed into view.
Oh God, Hunter saw her spaz out, how is she going to ever live this one down?
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m going to be sick.” Erika warned.
Apparently, her mother had been prepared. She held up a small plastic bag as Erika rolled over and spewed into it. Her mother stroked her cheek and neck as she heaved twice more.
Erika rolled back over and was horrified to find Hunter and Jacklyn still in the room. The two had stepped back to give her a little privacy, but they had still witnessed the episode.
“She’ll be alright, Tommy.” Mr. Winters’ voice sounded from across the room. “Apparently she had seizures from time to time. An ambulance is on the way. Go back to your guests.”
NO! her mind screamed. Tommy Kincaid knows too?
“What a party, huh?” Hunter tried to sound jovial.
“I’m so sorry, Hunter.” She murmured.
“Are you kidding?” he grinned. It was a bit forced. “I’ve been having a great time, well until now.” His face fell a bit. “It’s not a party until someone spews.” He paused, and she thought she saw his face redden. “We’ll get you looked at and I’ll see about a second chance.”
The paramedics arrived with their stretcher at that time.
“I can walk.” Erika insisted as she slowly go to sitting position.
“Procedure, Miss.” The paramedic insisted.
They did help Erika to her feet however. Erika noticed immediately that one of her shoes was missing. “My shoe.” Panic flashed through her mind. Those were her new favorite pretty shoes.
“We’ll find it.” Jacklyn promised. “You just get to feeling better.” She squeezed Erika’s hand and guided Hunter away.
Erika looked to her mother after the others left. “I am so embarrassed.” She felt like crying.
“No need to feel embarrassed.” Mr. Winters told her. “It wasn’t as if you were falling down drunk or doped up on drugs.”
Erika gently shook her head. “No.” she looked at the paramedics then to her mother. “Do I really have to go to the hospital?”
Her mother hesitated. It wasn’t as if this wasn’t a more common occurrence.
“It’s best that they check you over.” Mr. Winters instructed in a no-nonsense voice. “I’ll reschedule tomorrow’s appointments so that you can rest. I believe that Teen would like you to do a shoot the day after, if you are feeling well enough.”
“Really, I just need a good night’s sleep.” Erika assured him.
“We’ll let the Doctors decide that.”
The ambulance ride to the hospital was uneventful. Apparently, it was a light night, because the doctors didn’t make her wait very long. After getting fluids through an IV and assuring the doctors that she was alright, She and her mother were allowed to leave.
After being dropped at home, Mr. Winter sent his car to the hospital to pick Erika and her mother up and take them back to their hotel.
“Make sure to wash off your makeup before going to bed, Erika.”
“Yes, mom.” Erika tossed the one prized shoe onto her suit case disheartened that she may have lost the other one forever. She padded into the bathroom and washed her face before beginning the game of ‘let’s find bobby pins’.
Finally, after slipping out of her dress and into her PJs she slid into bed.
The last thought before drifting off too much needed sleep was that she hadn’t managed to get a single picture of a single celeb all night. Who was going to believe her now?
--o0o—
Erika opened her eyes to the sun shining bright outside, washing everything in golds and oranges. She could hear her mother speaking in the other room.
“Yes, she is fine. Thank you for asking. I’ll let her know. Yes. Yes. Thank you. Bye.”
Erika stretched and rose out of bed. She found two more bobby pins in bed and one hanging from her tresses. She padded into the bathroom and relieved her bladder before entering the main reception room of their hotel room.
“Who was that?” She asked her mother.
“How are you feeling.” Her mother questioned.
“Much better. Who were you talking too.”
“Mr. Winters. He was checking in on you and speaking to me about your next shoot.” She explained. “He wants you to take it easy today, regain your strength and energy. He is finalizing the contract with Teen Magazine.”
“I’m feeling much better.” She affirmed. “Wasn’t last night crazy? I mean before I started my episode.”
“It was pretty amazing.” Her mother agreed. “I got a pic with Jacklyn and with a few others, want to see?”
“You took pictures?” Erika didn’t know if she felt embarrassed or jealous. She took her mother’s offered phone and swiped through the pictures. “I was too busy to take any.” She pouted.
“I’m sure you’ll get other chances.”
Erika shrugged and handed her phone back. “I gotta shower and get dressed. Is there anything to eat? Coffee?”
“I’ll run down stairs while you’re in the shower.”
Erika grabbed her phone and headed into the bathroom. Her phone was blowing up. She started going through her messages and decided she had better sit on her bed and take care of them first.
Samantha: I just saw you on T.V. What is going on in Hollywood?
Tricia: Haven’t heard from you. Hope everything is alright.
Tricia: OMG You’re at a red-carpet gala? You’re on T.V.
Samantha: People from school are starting to text me asking if that, really is you? You’re famous!
Victoria: I’ve gotta run the story now. Everyone is talking about you. Don’t be mad.
Tricia: Check this out! A link of a video clip of Erika being interviewed while on the red carpet.
Rachel: Wow, girl, who would have thought last summer, you’d be a Hollywood star. I’m so weirded out. Btw you look great.
Danni: We watched you on T.V. tonight! Wow, you look amazing.
Tricia: I’ve re-watched your interview several times. You were fantastic!
Crystal: You go girl! You looked beautiful
Samantha: I’m still having a hard time grasping that you of all people are in Hollywood on T.V. Did you meet anyone famous?
Tricia: Still haven’t heard from you. Are you ok?
Erika quickly text Victoria. Don’t run that story. Please. I can’t have anyone finding out especially now. Please Victoria, don’t do it.
She then Text Tricia letting her know that she was alright, although she did end the night having another seizure. Don’t get jealous, but I hung out with Hunter Allyson. The Hunter Allyson.
She then text Samantha something similar. There were many more texts to go through, but she really needed to get into the shower.
The shower was refreshing. She was able to get all of the makeup off of her face and it felt wonderful to have clean hair, even if not all of it was her own.
A relaxing day ahead of her. She wondered if she could convince her mother that a trip to the beach was relaxing. She was dying to see the Pacific Ocean up close, perhaps even stick her toes into the surf. She pulled out a new light weight summer dress and slipped into it.
“Um, Erika.” Her mother called from the front door. “Could I get some help?”
Bewildered, Erika dashed to the front. Her mother’s arms were full of vases of flowers and cards as well as coffee and a bagel. Erika alleviated her mother by taking the coffee and bagel and grabbed one of the vases of flowers and set it on a tall table nearby.
“What’s with the flowers?” She asked.
“They are from concerned new friends.” Her mother gently set the other vases next to the first on the table.
Erika snatched a card out of one.
Hope you are feeling better soon – Tommy and Michelle
“Tommy Kincaid and Michelle Greyson,” She almost screeched.
She found a card on the second bouquet.
It was wonderful meeting you and your mother. I hope you are feeling better – Jacklyn
“Jacklyn?”
She saw her mother nod.
A third bouquet was from Mr. Winters, but Erika was pretty sure that it was Brook’s handwriting.
A knock sounded at the door. Erika’s mother answered it. “Here’s another that just came in.” a voice said.
“Thank you.” Her mother’s voice was heard.
Erika looked up to see a bouquet easily twice the size of the others. Roses, lilies, gardenias and Jasmine exploded from other flowers and foliage. “Holy Crap!”
“Language, Erika.” Her mother warned.
Erika fished out a card and tore into it.
Had a great time with you last night. Hope you feel better soon so that we can go out another time. – Hunter.
“Oh my God, it’s from Hunter.” Erika exclaimed. “How did they know where to send them?”
“I believe they are all clients of Mr. Winters.” Her mother chuckled at her daughter’s bewilderment.
“Hunter says that he wants to go out another time.” She looked from her mother to the words on the car and back. “Do you think he means it?”
“Why else would he write it?” her mother smiled and breathed in the aroma of the flowers. She looked at Erika. “Are these your first bouquets of flowers?”
Erika stared at her mother and slowly nodded. She felt like she wanted to cry, but a happy cry.
“It’ll be hard for anyone to beat this.” Her mother shook her own head in disbelief.
Absently Erika sipped at the coffee as she stared at the flowers.
“We have the day off and you need to rest, what shall we do?” her mother asked.
Erika barely heard her, she was taking pictures of the flowers. She stopped and looked at her mother. “Could we go to the beach?”
“How would we get there?”
“We could Uber.” Erika was starting to feel hopeful.
“Let me think about it.” Her mother took her own coffee and sat at small desk and looked at a stack of paperwork.
Her feeling began to vanish. She padded into her bathroom and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, similar to those she had seen the young women wearing at the mall. She then began putting on some makeup, not much, it was an off day.
Her phone alerted her to a text.
Unknown number: Hey, it’s Hunter, did you like the flowers?”
Erika’s heart skipped a beat. Hunter. ‘Yes, they are beautiful.’ She text back.
Hunter: Are you feeling better?
Erika: Yes. Getting ready for a boring day. Your flowers helped alleviate some of that.
Hunter: I’m not doing anything, wanna hang?
Erika’s heart sped up. Hunter Allyson was asking if he could hang with her. What should she say?
Erika: Yes. Let me ask my mom.
Hunter: K
Erika nearly sprinted to her mother. “Hunter wants to know if I can hang out with him today. Can I mom, please?”
“You are supposed to be resting.” Her mother looked up from the paperwork.
“I’ll be careful.” Erika promised.
Her mother nodded. “But I want to talk to him first.”
Erika kissed her mother on the cheek and ran back into her room, texting ‘She said yes.’
Hunter: Great! Where are you staying?
Erika sent him the link to their hotel. He’d be able to map quest it from there.
Hunter: see you in a few
Erika went back into the bathroom. Today was not going to be an off day for makeup, after all. She made sure to play up her eyes a bit more and blend in around her breast forms so that they disappeared into her own skin. She put some silver hoops in her ears and scrutinized her reflection in the mirror. It was a simple sundress, should she change? No, it was hanging out, she didn’t want him to think she was trying to impress him. Erika stopped. Why was she trying to impress Hunter? Was it because he was a celebrity? Or because she had fun with him last night? Or was she hoping to have feelings for him? “Oh Hell.” She swore.
“Language.” Her mother called
This dress will have to be fine. She decided. She found some flats to go with it and sat on her bed with nervous energy. She answered more texts and emails of friends back home all excited to see her on T.V. and asking her lots of questions.
She nearly leaped out of her skin when she heard a knock on the door. She was sprinting to the door when her mother answered it. She stopped in her tracks and tried to act nonchalant.
Erika goes to Hollywood
5
“Good morning, Mrs. Martin.” Hunter greeted.
“Hello, Hunter.” She let him enter the hotel room.
“Erika, you look like you are feeling better.”
“Thank you, I am.” Erika stood there not knowing what to do. Hunter was in her hotel room.
“The flowers you sent are beautiful.” Her mother stated.
Erika screamed at herself, she should have said that, not her mother.
“They were nothing.” Hunter glanced at the table of flowers and back to her mother.
“So, Hunter.” Her mother began. “I’ll let Erika go out with you today if you promise to keep things calm. We still don’t know what causes her seizures and she does need her rest for tomorrow.”
“No problem Mrs. Martin.” Hunter was sincere. “After seeing what happened last night, the last thing I want is for her to go through that again.”
Her mother nodded agreement. Then took Erika in her gaze. “You, young lady, are to text or call me every two hours. Understand?”
“Yes, Mom.” Erika bit her lower lip.
“Take your charger. I don’t want that to be an excuse for not checking in.”
“Okay.” Erika dashed into her room and grabbed her phone charger and tucked it into her a small purse.
Erika emerged to her mother speaking quietly to Hunter.
“Not a problem Mrs. Martin.” Hunter pulled back and smiled at her mother. He looked up as Erika drew closer. “Is this your first time in Los Angeles?”
“Yes.” Erika was getting excited.
“Did you bring sunscreen?” he inquired.
Erika was a bit thrown off by the question. The confused look on her face must have been noteworthy. “Uh, no.”
“I’ve got some.” Her mother came to her rescue. “It’s the spray kind so it won’t feel all greasy.”
“It’s L.A. its sunny and you aren’t from around here.” Hunter tried to explain.
“Come in here, I’ll take care of you.” Her mother led her into her own bathroom. A nicer, larger version of her own.
“I want you to be careful and don’t over exert yourself.” Her mother lectured as she dug out the can of spray.
Erika flinched away and squealed as the sunscreen touched her skin. Her mother moved the long hair of her pony aside and sprayed her neck and ears causing another squeal. Erika hoped that Hunter couldn’t hear her sounding like this over sunscreen.
“You are wearing a spaghetti strap dress, be sure you cover your shoulders and arms again in a few hours.” Her mother handed her the can of spray. You’ll regret it immensely tomorrow if you don’t.”
“Thanks mom.” Erika said as they re-emerged.
“Well, Mrs. Martin, we’ll see you tonight.” He told her mother.
“I hope she didn’t threaten you.” She said softly as they walked towards the elevator.
“Nope.” He shook his head. “Just confirming contacts and directions just in case you have another. . . episode.”
“Sorry.”
“Why?” He held the elevator door for her. The pushed the button for the lobby.
“It’s risky taking a girl with a brain injury out.”
“We all have our issues, Erika.”
The valet lobbed some keys to Hunter who caught it without thought and walked to one side. He opened the passenger door to a red sixty-five Mustang convertible that looked brand new.
Erika sat and swung her legs in, the door closed a second behind them. Erika caught Hunter’s smile as he quickly walked around the front and sat in the driver’s seat. He pulled some sunglasses out of a pocket and put them on before driving out of the driveway.
“Welcome to sunny California.” He tossed a smile at her. “Do you have sunglasses?”
“No.” Erika frowned.
“Then that is the first stop.” He told her. “You’ve never been here before, where would you like to go?”
“There are so many places.” Erika admitted. “The beach, Hollywood walk of fame, The Chinese theater where actors put their hands in cement. . . I don’t know; Where else is there to go?”
Hunter laughed. “Plenty of places. But I would ask that we don’t go to the walk of fame or the Chinese theater. It’s kind of risky for me to be seen there.”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that.” Erika admitted. “The beach?”
“Sounds great. It is the middle of winter, so the water is kinda cold to swim in. but it is still fun there.”
Cold? Erika thought to herself. It’s going to almost reach eighty degrees today, in January.
Fifteen minutes later, Hunter parked along a street. Erika went to get out, but he ran and opened the door. He held out her hand so that she could balance herself as she got out.
“Let’s get you some sunglasses.” He led her into a store.
“I can’t afford these.” Erika was embarrassed. “A drug store would do.”
“Nonsense, these are my treat. If you’re in Los Angeles, you need a good pair, not some cheap pair.” He pulled his off and tucked them into the pocket of his shorts.
“Welcome, how can we help you. . . Mr. Allyson.” The last was posed more as a question.
“Hello.” Hunter smiled at the young man who had greeted them. “My friend here needs a pair of sunglasses. Can you hook her up?”
“Of course, Mr. Allyson. Please, Miss, come over here.”
Half an hour later, the two left the store. Erika sporting a very stylish pair of shades. None of the sunglasses had price tags on them and Erika was too afraid to ask how much this pair cost. It had to be a lot.
“Are you getting hungry?” Hunter asked as they settled themselves back in the Mustang.
“A bit.” She admitted.
“What would you like?” he asked.
“It’s kind of lame.” Erika admitted.
“Oh?”
“In-n-Out.” She blushed, hoping that he wouldn’t notice.
“Hey, now. In-n-Out is never lame.” He was dead serious. “Have you had it before?”
“Brook took me yesterday. It was so good.”
Hunter nodded. “It is amazing isn’t it?”
Erika nodded.
“One favor though.” Hunter pulled up to a stop light and looked at Erika. “We need to go through the drive thru. I get recognized too easily and once that happens our private lunch becomes a party of never ending autographs and photos.”
“You don’t like meeting your fans?” Erika asked crestfallen. She was hoping to get a few pictures today.
“I love my fans.” Hunter told her. “but today, you are the only fan I want to spend time with.”
Erika’s heart leaped.
At another traffic light, two girls recognized Hunter and waved frantically to get his attention. Hunter looked over and smiled causing the girls to squeal with delight.
“Do you get that a lot?” Erika inquired.
“More than I’d care to admit.” Hunter shrugged.
A few minutes later, they pulled into the In-n-Out drive thru line.
“Holy moly.” Erika was aghast at the dozen cars in line for the drive thru ahead of them.
“What?” Hunter asked.
“The line.” Erika pointed.
Hunter chuckled. “I’ve seen it two to three times longer.”
“Seriously?” Erika had a hard time believing that so many people would wait in a drive thru line that long.
An employee with a hand-held device smiled at them. “How can I help you?”
Hunter looked to Erika. Who ordered the same as she had the day before.
“Um, Hunter.” The order taker seemed nervous.
“Yes?”
“Could I, I mean, would it be alright if I got a picture with you?”
“Sure.” He agreed.
“Oh, man, thanks, Hunter.” The person pulled a phone out of his back pocket. “I have to be careful, I can’t get seen doing this while on the clock.”
Hunter looked past the employee. “I don’t see anyone looking. Quick.” The guy squatted down next to the car and took a quick selfie. “Let me see your phone.” Hunter suggested. “Now bend down and let me get a selfie too. This way your friends won’t second guess photoshopping.”
“Great. Thanks Hunter.”
“Could you do me a favor?” Hunter asked.
“Sure, anything.”
Hunter pulled his phone out. “Could you get a picture of me and my friend here?”
Erika felt giddy. Hunter wanted a picture of the two of them together. Would this open things up for her getting a picture or two later?
Erika leaned in to the movie star but not too close, she didn’t want him to feel that she was too clingy.
“Thanks.” Hunter accepted his phone back.
“That wasn’t too bad.” Erika stated once they had pulled forward.
Hunter was checking his mirrors and trying to look around without looking like he was looking around. “I just need to be careful. That might have drawn other people’s attention and then we’d be inundated. That is one of the reasons I asked him to take our picture.”
“What was the other?” Erika was a bit crestfallen.
“Because I wanted a picture of us on our first date.”
Date? He was calling this a date? Erika thought that they were just hanging out, not dating. Besides, how could they date if she lived in Constitution and he lived somewhere in Los Angeles?
“Wow, you look like Hunter Allyson.” The woman at the drive thru window greeted.
“Yea, I get that a lot.” Hunter nodded.
Erika bit her lip to keep from laughing. But a snicker did escape. They took their boxes of food and Hunter drove off.
“That was mean.” Erika burst out laughing.
“Why?” Hunter grinned “It’s true.”
Erika looked down at the boxes of food she was balancing on the seat between them.
“I’ll get us to a place where we can hopefully eat in peace and quiet. Hang on.” Hunter wasn’t speeding, but he was driving a bit faster than what was called for. He pulled into a driveway with a large white sign. ‘Los Angeles National Cemetery’.
He pulled up to a small guard house and punched a button which spat out a ticket and lifted a gate.
“A cemetery?” Erika questioned.
“It’s peaceful and quiet.” Hunter nodded. “And it just might deter that paparazzi following us.”
“Paparazzi?” Erika questioned.
Hunter nodded. “I spotted them at In-n-Out. Who would think that Hunter Allyson would go to the cemetery with In-n-Out?”
“Definitely not me.”
Hunter casually drove the car around the paved road. On each side of the car were rows upon rows of white headstones of fallen soldiers.
“How many people are buried here?” Erika asked looking at some of the stones.
Hunter shrugged, “It looks like a lot.” He parked the car a little distance from an adobe Spanish style building and turned and smiled at Erika. “A first date that you’ll not forget anytime soon.” He picked up a burger and bit into it.
“I’m eating In-n-Out in a cemetery with Hunter Allyson,” She remarked, “I doubt I’ll ever forget it.”
“Did you always want to be a model?” Hunter asked around his bite.
Erika nearly choked on hers. “Until last summer I wanted to be a comic book illustrator.”
“Really?”
Erika nodded. “I was a bit of a tomboy until then.” Didn’t Samantha describe her that way? “Last summer I got in touch with my feminine side and started acting more girly.” Erika decided she wasn’t lying. “A month or two ago, we did a family portrait and the photographer suggested I try modeling for her. One thing led into another.” She smiled. “Now I’m having lunch with Hunter Allyson.”
Hunter chuckled. “So, this whole being a female model is a bit new?”
“That is the understatement of the year.” Erika wanted to laugh. “How about you? When did you decide to become a movie star and heart throb?”
It was Hunter’s turn to nearly choke. “Heart throb?”
“I’ve seen how girls act around you.”
“Not that it has anything to do with it, but my Great Grandmother was a famous Actress.”
Erika nodded. “Cass told me, June Allyson.”
Hunter nodded. “Acting has always been a bit of a hobby in the family, but my Grandfather asked an agent to check out a play I was in.” He took a long draw on his shake. “The next thing I knew, I was doing an occasional commercial and walk-ons of television shows.”
“Do you like it?” Erika asked.
Hunter thought for a moment. “You’re the first person to ask me that in a very long time.”
“Seriously?”
Hunter nodded as he finished his bite. “Everyone assumes that if you are a movie star that you have to like it. I’ve met many who don’t, but it is all they know, and it pays well.”
“So, do you?” Erika wanted to know.
“I do.” He nodded. “I’m not fond of the early wakeups sometimes, but it can be a lot of fun.”
“And you can have any girl you want.” Erika decided to tease him.
“And I can have… Hey!” Hunter laughed. “How about you, Erika? Any guys back home where ever that is?”
“Constitution. Girlfriend.” She stated. “Her name is Tricia.”
“Girlfriend? Whoa, I didn’t see that one coming.” Hunter was surprised.
“She is one of my friends who has helped me become more comfortable being feminine.”
Hunter shook his head. Erika thought it was disbelief. “Here I am wanting to impress a beautiful girl who I thought liked me with In-n-Out in the cemetery…”
Erika looked around. “I do like you, Hunter. . . a lot.” More than she cared to admit and more than she felt comfortable admitting to Tricia.
“Well, she’s a lucky girl.” Hunter started to work on his fries.
“I feel the same way about her.” Erika finished her burger. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us. I really am enjoying this time with you.”
Hunter winked at her. “It puts a damper on some of my movie star moves.”
“Like In-n-Out in the cemetery?”
“Exactly.”
Erika felt like she had just taken the wind out of Hunter. She wanted to fix it but wasn’t sure how. She thought of Samantha and how she might fix it, or even how Tricia might fix it with her.
Impulsively, Erika leaned forward and kissed Hunter on the cheek. The movie star was surprised and seemed to actually relax a little.
“I’ve been a little more fluid in my tastes lately.” Erika was astonished that those words came out of her mouth. Seriously? More fluid? There was Jake back home, she couldn’t deny that there was a chemistry when he kissed her. Then there was Julian. He was definitely handsome. Maybe she could like both sexes. Oh boy. Was she now bi? Was she gay? What was she? Did it matter?
So many things were changing in her life, so many things in such a short time. How do normal people cope let alone someone like herself?
The kiss and the strange words that came from her mouth had the desired effect. Erika sucked on her shake. “Hunter?” She began, breaking the strange silence between them.
“Yea?”
“I know that It’s not exactly cool, but would it be alright it I got a selfie with you?”
Hunter grinned. “I was wondering why you hadn’t asked earlier.”
“I didn’t want to be uncool.”
“We are on a date. . . I mean hanging out. Friends take selfies and pics all of the time when hanging out, right?”
Erika nodded. “I just didn’t want to be one of those fan girls.”
“Hardly,” Hunter took Erika’s phone and put it in camera mode and framed the two of them.
Erika admired the photo and smiled at the setting around them.
“The only stipulation that I ask is that you don’t post anything in real time. Where ever we might be, people can find out and soon we’ll be running trying to get away from autograph hounds.”
Erika nodded. She hadn’t really thought about posting pics of them on social media, but She would probably want to send pics to Tricia and Samantha.
“Are people really that intrusive?” She asked.
“Most aren’t but once one starts, then others want their turn, and it snowballs.”
Erika finished up her food and tucked all the trash away in the boxes. “Where to next?”
“What? You aren’t satisfied with the cemetery?” he feigned insult.
Erika looked around, “Well, it is pretty… and quiet.”
Hunter started up the car and stopped at the adobe building and dumped their trash in a can.
“You said you’d like to see the beach.” It was a statement.
“I would.”
“It’s only a few minutes away.”
Erika goes to Hollywood
6&7
Erika goes to Hollywood for a photo shoot and finds herself on a date with one of the hottest leading men in movies. What happens in Hollywood stays in Hollywood, right?
Erika was having a hard time with the fact that she was in Los Angeles, the city of angels, a place where many stars are discovered, and many dreamers had their dreams dashed to ashes. Here she was sitting in a red convertible next to one of the hottest young movie stars, Hunter Allyson. The warm wind whipping through her ponytail and sun warming her bared shoulders and arms.
At the moment, she was caught between pinching herself and basking in the warmth of the sun as well as the handsome company.
Hunter pulled off the highway into a parking lot right next to the beach. The tang of the salt air completely obliterated the smell of hot concrete and smog of the city which was only a few miles behind them.
Erika waved Hunter off as he started to sprint to her side of the car to open her door. She figured she could at least do that much for herself today. Hunter opened the trunk and pulled out a blanket and a towel.
“You just happened to have those in there?” Erika chuckled.
“When you live close to the beach, you always have these in here.” He explained.
Hunter draped the blanket over his shoulder and started across the deep sand beside her. Erika felt her soul lift as she pointed her face into the salty breeze. Without thinking, she took Hunter’s hand and gave it a squeeze. What happens in L.A. can stay in L.A. she told herself. She knew better, she knew that she would have to tell Tricia everything. Confess everything.
Erika pulled Hunter’s hand slowing him down so that she could slip her flats off and wriggle her toes in the warm sand.
White frothy lines of waves lined up waiting their turn to crash against the beach, the blue ocean was darker than she would have thought, but at least it wasn’t gray.
She looked up and down the beach. There were a few people out enjoying the sun and surf, but it looked fairly empty. Behind her was the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) and tall buff colored bluffs on top of which many turn of the century houses sat, their windows staring, nonblinking out at the ocean.
Looking up the beach, it looked to stretch for miles before a bluff stuck out to the water ending the sand. To the South a mile of sand and then a large long pier jabbed out into the surf. A tall Ferris Wheel rotated out towards the end.
“What’s that?” She asked.
Hunter followed her gaze. “Santa Monica Pier. Its full of touristy things.”
“I am a tourist.” She pointed out.
“That you are.” A few feet above the wet sand mark, Hunter dropped her hand and started spreading the blanket.
Her hand felt as if something was missing. Hunter was an enigma to her. She really liked him, he was a movie star after all and had a magnetic charm, but he was also so laid back and normal too. She felt comfortable with him. More comfortable than she felt with any guy ever including her dad. But there was also an attraction there that she couldn’t explain. Was it his stardom? Or was it his trying to be so nice. They had only met last night and already he was wanting to spend time with her even with the fact that she told him that she had a girlfriend.
Hunter fought the wind with trying to get the blanket smooth across the sand. Her hand was already yearning for him to take it, to hold it, to make it feel secure.
“Selfie time.” She declared. “Hunter and Erika at the Pacific Ocean.”
Hunter’s hands wrapped around her waist as he tilted his head to peer over her shoulder. His chest touching the back of her bare shoulder. Erika’s body seemed to relax rather than tense up at his touch. It was an entirely new feeling for her, one that she liked, but was internally battling with.
Erika framed the picture to get the both of them as well as the waves behind them. “Two more.” She instructed. Hunter was acting the good sport as she snapped the photos.
“You want to go into the waves?” he asked.
Erika nodded.
“I’ll take some pictures of you doing so.” He took her phone.
Erika gave his hand a squeeze and nearly skipped down to the wet sand and got her first feel of the cold salty water squishing between her toes. A small wave hit her feet, it was only an inch deep, but the water splashed nearly to her knees. She cried out in delight and shock. She was mesmerized by the water as she watched it almost layering on top of itself as it fought its way up the sand.
Grinning she turned towards Hunter. He was standing there with her phone, smiling as he watched her frolic in the waves. She waved and was rewarded with a larger smile as well as a wave back.
Erika turned her attention back to the waves and the vast blue ocean before her. She looked down at her feet as she wriggled her toes deeper into the wet sand. Suddenly she was caught with a feeling of longing. She was longing for Tricia and Samantha’s company. She would have loved to share this experience with them. She wondered what they would be doing if the three of them were here at the beach together. Somehow, she just couldn’t quite fix the final product in her mind. Part of her wanted to cry. Her eyes even began to water. It was the salty air she decided trying to explain away such a wave of emotion.
A shadow on the sand intruded into her thoughts. She looked over her shoulder and saw Hunter as he stepped up right behind her. He had taken off his shirt and shoes and had joined her on the wet sand. She had seen him shirtless in the movies but in person, up close, it nearly sent a shiver down her spine. Only nearly, because as soon as the thought crept across her mind, she squashed it. Seriously? men’s chests were now suddenly making her shiver?
“So, what are you thinking?” he asked. She thought she could feel his breath in her ear.
Erika was silent for a moment. “Thinking of my friends and how’d I like them to be here, but then part of me wants this whole beach for just you and I.” She watched as two gray haired ladies passed as they strolled down the beach speaking to one another.
Erika leaned back, his bare chest a wall supporting her frame. Her hair whipped over his shoulder like a flag, caught by the ocean breeze. She felt him rest his cheek against the top of her head and they both stared out over the long blue line. Baby waves ran over their feet as the ocean breeze cooled off their bare skin from the warm sun.
“What are you thinking?” Erika interrupted the silence.
“That for some reason you have me wishing I didn’t have to leave next week.” Hunter sighed.
“Where are you going?” she was suddenly more alert.
“Film location.” She could feel him shrug his shoulders.
“Where?” She inquired. “What film?”
“I can’t tell you the name, but it is a good part in an action film.” His voice although soft, became more animated. “I fly out in a few days to Sao Palo.”
“Brazil?”
She felt him nod.
“For how long?”
“Usually it takes a month. It depends on the weather and how well the cast gels.”
Silence fell between them again. Erika turned her head and looked at the handsome young man. She wondered what it would be like to feel his lips against hers. Would it be different than Jakes? Harder than Tricia’s? Without thinking, she stretched her neck and feathered her lips across his cheek.
Oh crap, was that too forward? Did she overstep her bounds? She had told him that she had a girlfriend not even an hour ago and now she was kissing him? What was going on with her? What was she thinking?
All of her thinking stopped, her mind went completely blank as his lips found hers. Erika turned towards him slightly and placed a hand on his chest. It quivered under her touch. She felt strong fingers feathering her cheek as her lips yearned for more. His other hand found the small of her back. She was thankful for the support. Her head was so light, so fuzzy in its high that she needed his strength to keep her standing.
Erika pressed her breasts into his body disappointed that she didn’t have breasts of her own to feel with. The thought was fleeting as his feathering fingers cupped her cheek keeping her lips drawn to his. For the first time in her life she knew what it was like to have her toes curled by a kiss. Her lips wouldn’t stop searching for his, her skin yearned to touch and to be touched by his, her heart ached and swelled to the point that she thought it would burst in her chest.
It seemed like an eternity later when she pulled away and rested her cheek on his chest. Her breaths came in gasps. What the fuck was going on? No one had ever made her feel like this. No one. Tricia was suddenly a distant memory and Jake? Jake who?
“I, I’m sorry.” She had a hard time finding her voice. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t be sorry, Erika.” Hunter told her. “I’ve wanted to do that since last night.”
“Really?” he probably said that to all of the girls he met.
“Yes… In fact, perhaps I should be sorry. You have a girlfriend after all.”
Sorrow washed over Erika at the mention of Tricia. The sorrow was there, but the exhilaration of what had just passed between Hunter and herself made her feel… well… drunk. Could someone get drunk off of kisses? Kisses like she just experienced? Hell yes.
She realized that she was slowly, gently tracing designs across his chest with her long fingernails. Ever so gently he pushed her away to stand on her own. He took her hand in his and led her back to the beach blanket. Hunter collapsed onto the blanket and pulled Erika gently down to sit between his legs. She rested her head on his chest and he rested his chin on her shoulder. With her hand clutched in his, he raised it and kissed the back of her hand. Shivers ran through her body uncontrolled and even welcomed. She turned into him, using the same hand to push him back onto the blanket as her lips hungrily sought his out again.
--o0o—
Erika sent a couple of pics to her mother and text her that she was feeling fine and that they were leaving the beach and heading to the pier.
It didn’t take long for them to find parking. This time Erika waited patiently for Hunter to make his way around the car and open the door for her.
“I know it’s unromantic.” She stated, “But I need the ladies room.”
“Sure thing.” Hunter pulled a ball cap out of the trunk and adjusted it on his head. That and the sunglasses made it hard to make out his features.
“Hiding in plain sight?” Erika asked.
Hunter nodded. “Believe me it is a necessary precaution. I just hope that it is enough.”
Hunter took Erika’s hand as they walked across the bridge to the pier.
“They don’t have anything like this in Constitution.” Erika’s eyes darted to all of the lights, carnival rides and eateries. Hundreds of people casually strolling from arcade games or watching street performers. “Will you go on the Ferris Wheel with me?” She asked. “My treat.”
“Sure.” Hunter seemed a bit nervous as he scanned the crowd around him.
“I’ll be right back.” Erika promised. She gave his hand a squeeze before releasing it and heading into the ladies’ room.
Once emptying her bladder, she took time to freshen the sunscreen on her shoulders and arms then made sure her pony was straight and tight. She decided to freshen her mascara and put a bit of lip balm on before exiting the bathroom.
She scanned the crowd and located Hunter, posing with two young ladies getting their pictures taken with the celeb. She quickly scanned the rest of the crowd and was relieved that they were the only ones who recognized him.
Hunter smiled a polite goodbye to the girls and looked relieved as Erika walked up to him. “You okay? She asked.
Hunter scanned the crowd and nodded. He smiled at her, but his body language was still tense.
“We’ll take a ride and get out of here.” She decided.
“You sure?” he asked.
“You are as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof.” Erika nodded.
“Sorry.” He took her hand and made their way to the Pacific Wheel.
The sign declared it the only solar powered Ferris Wheel in the world. Looking at the sun overhead, Erika could see why a solar powered Ferris wheel would work in this area.
Once on the ride, Hunter relaxed a little. The two sat hips touching, Hunter with one hand casually draped over her shoulder, the other still holding her hand.
Butterflies erupted in Erika’s stomach as the wheel spun back and away. She began looking around at the people below on the pier, and the white frothy lines of the surf as it broke nearly under them.
“Last night.” Hunter stated. “You had a seizure, right?”
“Yes.” Erika affirmed. She didn’t want to have this conversation, but he had the right to know what was going on. “This last fall, they found that I had a brain tumor.” Erika began.”
“That must have been scary.” Hunter listened. “Erika. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’ll be fine.”
Erika shook her head. “You should know. I’m sure my mother drilled you this morning about what to do if I suddenly spaz out.”
“Hey now.” Hunter interrupted. “Seizures are serious. You’re not spazzing out.”
Erika wanted to kiss him again, just for saying that. Instead she continued. “I underwent brain surgery to have it removed.” She explained. “They went through my nose so that I didn’t have any massive scars.”
The Pacific Wheel moved again so that others could be loaded.
Hunter looked more closely at her nose.
“They were able to get it all out, but it was pushing on my pituitary gland which kept me from going through puberty, That’s why I’m on the small side. The doctors say that I should start developing now.”
Hunter scanned her chest and face. “You look normal to me.” He stated.
Erika reached up and cupped one of her breast forms. “These are fake. I glue them on.” She turned red at admitting that. “I’m taking hormones now to help grow my real ones.” Now he’d not want anything to do with her. He’d probably make an excuse to take her back to her hotel.
“Seriously?” Hunter questioned. “Those are fake?”
Erika nodded. Oh God, here it comes. She thought. “Does that bother you?”
“They look fantastic.” He looked her in the eyes again. “I have grown up in Hollywood. I have been on many films and have seen many things that men as well as women do to make themselves feel comfortable with their bodies. No, Erika. They don’t bother me.” He paused for just a second. “So, then what happened?”
Erika shrugged. He’d probably wait till they got off the ride before he’d reject her as a freak. “I started having seizures. I don’t know what triggers them, or why they are happening. The Doctors say that it is a side effect of the brain healing.”
“Sounds scary.” Hunter stated. “You looked plenty scared last night just before you started having one.”
Erika nearly shuddered thinking back to that moment last night. “It starts with a headache and then my vision starts to go. I come back around a few moments later and usually want to vomit. Super romantic, huh?”
Hunter leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Just makes your life a little more interesting.”
Interesting? If he only knew just how interesting her life has become in the past few months.
Once they reached the top of the ride, she took in the brown skyline of Santa Monica. Most every building was a washed-out beige broken up by silvery windows.
“The city isn’t much to look at.” She commented.
“You’re supposed to be taking in the waves and the long sandy beach.” Hunter smiled. “Venice beach is down there.” He pointed with his chin.
“That’s where all the body builders are?”
He nodded.
“Selfie time.” She announced.
“Again?” he bemoaned in mock horror.
Erika pulled out her phone and took several pics with the beach in the back grown, tiny little dots along it, people, and families enjoying the sun.
Erika lay her head against his shoulder and enjoyed the comfort of him, the warmth of the sun and the light breeze as the Pacific wheel made its revolutions.
“Hunter?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.” Erika looked up at his face.
“For what?”
“For brining me to the beach and the pier, and for so far giving me an unforgettable day.” She felt she needed to thank him just in case he still wanted to cut bait and run. She wouldn’t blame him. She had some major baggage, and only a little of it had been shared.
“It’s been unforgettable for me too.” Hunter’s hand cupped her chin and guided it so that his lips could find hers.
How could he make her feel this way? She had sworn that she wasn’t attracted to men and then she meets Hunter. His touch made her skin yearn to be encased by his, her lips couldn’t seem to get enough of his. Did something change in me? She wondered, or had I not met the right person until now?
She became aware of the wheel slowing down and then stopping as it unloaded and reloaded its passengers.
Hunter hopped out first and held Erika’s hand protectively as he guided her out of the bucket.
They resumed their walk along the pier. Erika noticed that Hunter was keeping his head lowered a little bit. It took her only a moment to realize that he was still trying to keep from being recognized. “How do you manage at red carpet and public events?” she asked.
“They are different. They have security and most have barriers so that the celebs don’t get bombarded.” He explained.
“What about when you are out shopping or running errands?” Erika watched as a group of girls were giving them a double take. She pulled him out of the foot traffic, wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. When they parted, she glanced over and saw that the girls had lost interest. “That should discourage them.” She muttered for his ears only.
Hunter shot a glance towards the girls and smiled at Erika. “Thanks.”
Erika released him and held his hand as they continued on. “As far as the public knows and what the tabloids tell them, Hunter Allyson is single. Why would he be kissing someone at Santa Monica Pier?”
Hunter squeezed her hand, then brought it to his lips and brushed the back of it with his lips sending chills down Erika’s spine. “What were we talking about?” he dodged a kid running to catch up with his mother.
“What you do about being recognized when out and about.”
“Oh yea. I try to be polite. Mostly it’s just a selfie or two, kind of like at In-n-Out. But there have been times when I wished for twenty body guards to help free me from the mob.”
“And that is what you are afraid of happening here?”
Hunter nodded. “Most people who come here are tourists. They are here for a short time and want to see everything, so if they see a star, they tend to become a mob, everyone wanting a piece of you.”
“Don’t they realize that you are a person too?”
Hunter laughed. “Did you? When you met me last night?”
Erika was sure her face was bright red. “Well… I’ve learned a lot since then.”
The walk back to the car seemed twice as long as when they had arrived. Hunter quickly lowered the top then opened the door for Erika.
“Where to now?” She inquired.
“Since you are a tourist and have never been to Los Angeles, I thought I’d take you to a very special place.”
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “A place you take all of your conquests?”
Hunter grinned, “Every single one of them.”
Erika poked her tongue out at him.
Somewhere along the drive to the mysterious destination, Hunter’s hand came to rest on Erika’s thigh. The comfort of such and intimate feeling caused her heart to race. It just rested there. He wasn’t trying to feel her up, he was just resting it there, touching her. Thank goodness because he’d have a very interesting surprise and she’d have a lot of explaining to do.
Erika pulled out her phone and sent one of the pics from the Pacific Wheel to her mother along with a text saying that Hunter was taking her someplace special.
“Texting your mom?” he asked.
“Yes.” Erika put her phone away. She wrapped her arm around his and slowly stroked his wrist and forearm with her fingertips.
“You an only child?” Hunter asked.
“Yes. How about you?”
“I’ve got a younger sister.” Hunter told her. “Allyson.”
“Allyson Allyson?” Erika questioned.
Hunter laughed. “No. Hal thought it would be helpful if I changed my last name to Allyson to use Great Grandmother’s legacy.”
“My birth name was Hunter Tavarez.” He told her, “so my sister is Allyson Tavarez.”
“Duh.” Erika giggled.
“I noticed you are using a different name than your mother’s.”
“I took Summers as a dedication to a friend who passed.” Erika explained.
“Her name was Summer?” Hunter probed.
Erika gave him a smile. A smile that didn’t contain as much pain as it had a year ago when talking about Summer. “She was my current best friend’s sister. My friend, Samantha, thought it would be cool if I took on Summers as a last name in her honor. I agreed.”
“Sorry to hear about Summer.” Hunter said. “I’m sure she’d be proud that you have done as much.”
Erika thought back to her friend and sometimes savior. “I think she would be too.”
Soon they were off the main road and driving through some neighborhoods. Hunter then turned onto another road that disappeared under a canopy of Eucalyptus and other trees. A large sign read Griffith Park.
“Did you grow up around here?” She asked.
“Not too far.” He pulled his hand from her leg. “Sorry, I’ll need this now.”
The road wound up a hill, the canopy of trees opened occasionally to reveal different areas of the park. Kids play grounds, Horse trails, soccer fields and baseball diamonds.
“L.A. is pretty big, but if you grow up here, you learn the important places pretty well. Once I got my driver’s license, well, I learned a lot of it fairly quickly.”
Before she knew it, they crested the hill and a large open area lay before them. On the far side of the open hill was a very interesting building that she had seen before in movies, the Griffith Observatory.
“I’ve seen this place in movies.” She exclaimed.
“Rebel without a cause…” Hunter smiled.
“Rocketeer, Charlies Angels.” Erika provided.
“La-la land.” Hunter laughed as he parked the car.
“Seriously? La-la Land?” Erika questioned.
Hunter shrugged. “I’m an actor, I have to appreciate all forms of film.”
Once out, he set to work raising the roof and locking it up before taking Erika’s hand and leading her to the art deco building.
“Santa Monica Pier, the beach and Griffith observatory all in one day.” She giggled.
They stopped in front of the building so that Erika could take the obligatory selfie with her hot movie star friend. She quickly sent the pic to her mother to let her know where they were.
Inside was very old, but very cool. A Huge pendulum slowly swung back and forth marking out the hours of the day. Off one corridor was a whole exhibit on Nikola Tesla. Hunter humored her as she absorbed the exhibit.
“I didn’t figure you for a science geek.” Hunter teased.
“Cuz it’s only our first date.” Erika made a face.
The two made it out to the balcony. It seemed as if the whole of Los Angeles was laid at her feet. She could see miles and miles all the way to the ocean where they had just come from. Everywhere she looked she saw streets, houses and buildings. Hills in the distance were harder to see because of the brown smoggy haziness.
“Wow.” Was all that she could say. She leaned against the balustrade, and slowly scanned back and forth, trying to take it all in. Hunter leaned against her, resting his hands on the balustrade on either side of her and peering over her shoulder. He raised a hand and began pointing out landmarks and areas of the city below her.
She relished the feel of him leaning into her as he spoke in a voice only for her ear.
After a few moments Erika twisted and faced him resting her hands behind her back against the balustrade. She looked up into his handsome face and raised up on her toes and kissed his cheek. He smiled down at her and leaned in finding her lips for a quick kiss.
After a few more pictures of the view as well as the building, the two walked back inside just in time to catch the planetarium show.
“It’s almost like Rebel without a cause.” She whispered as they took their seats.
--o0o—
Chapter 7
“Are you getting hungry?” Hunter asked as they made their way back to the car.
“Starting too.”
“What do you feel like having?”
Erika shrugged. “Nothing fancy. Something L.A.”
Hunter was quietly thinking as he made the Mustang convertible again.
“I think I’ve got just the place.” He grinned. “Definitely not fancy. Hardly a place to take a girl on her first date.”
“But the cemetery was?” Erika teased.
“Hey now, that was a strategic move to get away from the paparazzi.” Hunter raised his hands in defense.
“Well, after that, things can only get better.” Erika giggled.
The trip down through the park somehow seemed different because of the different light. It wasn’t long before Hunter pulled up to a small place with a huge pink sign that read ‘Pinks’. A line of at least thirty people cued up out in front.
“Pinks?” Erika was confused. She had never heard of it.
“You’ve never heard of Pinks?” Hunter asked in disbelief.
Erika shook her head.
“Its only the best hotdog place, ever. Let me rephrase that, not a place, an institution.” Hunter explained. He paused, his demeanor changed slightly, he lowered his voice. “I will be recognized here, so we’ll have to deal with fans. I hope that is okay.”
“Of course, it is.” Erika assured him. It would be interesting to see just how people would act upon recognizing him. She wondered if any would act worse than she did last night. “As long as you remember, that I’m your number one fan.” She added.
What was she saying? Was she marking her territory? That was ridiculous. They were just hanging out for the day. It’s not like moved here or anything. They were both leaving in a few days. Hell, they may never see each other ever again. That thought cause a sharp pain in her chest. Well it was true. She reminded herself.
“We got here in time.” Hunter assured her as they cued up behind everyone else. “There are usually a lot more people here.”
“For hotdogs?” Erika questioned.
“Not just hotdogs.” Hunter shook his head. “You’ll learn.”
“Um, Excuse, me,” a woman cued up behind them. “You’re Hunter Allyson, right?”
Hunter plastered a smile on his face and turned to meet the woman. “Yes.” He nodded.
“I loved your last rom-con.” She gushed. “You’re one of my favorite leading men.”
“That’s very kind of you.” Hunter shot Erika a look.
“Would it be alright if I got a selfie with you?” She asked.
“I’ll take it for you.” Erika volunteered with a smile. Inside, she was nearly giggling.
“Would you? That is so kind.” The woman handed Erika her phone.
Erika snapped a couple of pics and was surprised when the people in front of them asked if she would do the same for them.
Hunter dipped his head and whispered into her ear. “I warned you. This won’t end soon.”
Erika smiled at him. “This is kind of fun.” She chuckled.
The next ten minutes in line were spent with Hunter posing with Pinks patrons and signing a few autographs. Erika on one hand loved the attention that Hunter was getting, taking even more glee at his discomfort with it all and on the other a touch jealous. Towards the end, she just wanted him back to herself.
“Hello, Hunter.” The person behind the counter greeted. “Your usual?”
“Please.” Hunter nodded, “And whatever she is having.”
Erika had only a few moments to look at the menu just before they got to the counter and selected a special hotdog and onion rings.
“Hunter went to pay, and the cashier shook her head with a smile. “Someone already paid for yours.”
“Huh?” Hunter questioned. “The cashier pointed to a car pulling away. The father of that family paid for yours.” She clarified. “I think it was a thank you for the attention you gave his daughter.”
“That was very sweet of him.” Erika looked from the cashier to Hunter who wore a bit of a frown.
“I hate it when people do that.” Hunter grumbled. He forced a smile at the cashier and handed her a hundred-dollar bill. “Once we leave, please use that to buy food for the next few people. Please wait until we leave though.”
The cashier nodded understanding. “No problem, Mr. Allyson. That is very kind of you.”
Hunter just smiled. The two of them stood off to the side. Hunter’s fake smile was still plastered to his face.
“Hunter.” Erika said low enough only for him to hear. “If you’d like, I’ll wait here for the food if you want to wait in the car.”
Hunter looked astonished. “Not a chance.” He nearly barked. He lowered his voice and made it gentle, “You are my date tonight, I will not have you serving me.”
“Sorry.” Erika swallowed her astonishment. He just called her his date. Her heart flipped at the thought. Did he mean it? Or was it just an expression?
“No, I’m sorry, Erika.” He apologized. “I knew when I was driving you here that I’d have to make people’s day.” He used air quotes for that last part. “I just don’t like people paying for my stuff.”
“I thought it was a very nice gesture.” Erika stated. “That guy’s daughter was an introvert and was too scared to approach you.” She explained. “You were warm and welcoming and put her at ease. She’ll have an amazing story to tell the rest of her life and pictures to prove it. The father was showing gratitude the only way he knew how.” She blushed realizing that it sounded a bit like a lecture.
Hunter was quiet for a moment. “You’re right.” He gave her a genuine smile.
Erika scanned the wall of celebrities that covered the walls of Pinks. “Wow, all of these celebs come here?” She asked.
“We’re not that far from some of the studios.” Hunter explained. “Many celebs get cravings for Pinks.”
“They knew you and what your ‘usual’ was.” Erika teased. “I guess you get Pinks cravings a lot?”
Hunter shrugged.
“Mr. Allyson.” They called their order.
Erika balanced the bags of food on her lap as Hunter started up the car.
“Back to the cemetery?” Erika queried with a grin.
“Ouch. I deserved that.” Hunter chuckled. Hunter pulled out into traffic and honked the horn at the patrons of Pinks before they disappeared out of sight. A few minutes later he pulled into the parking lot of a park.
“At least it’s not a cemetery.” He smiled at Erika.
The two walked down a trail under some ficus trees and found a picnic table. Hunter divvied up the food and gave Erika a serious look. “Get ready to experience Pinks Hotdogs.”
Erika soon realized that there was definitely a difference between a hotdog and a Pinks hotdog. The two ate in virtual silence as they relished their dinner.
“What do you feel like doing now?” Hunter gathered up all of their trash.
Erika looked West and saw that the sun was heading down towards the ocean. “Is it too far to go back to the beach?” She asked. “I’d love to watch another sunset.”
“That sounds fantastic.” Hunter agreed.
Erika text her mother as they walked back to the car to let her know that she and Hunter had Pinks for dinner and were heading back to the beach to watch the sunset.
Erika welcomed the sun warmed seats as they pulled out of the park parking lot. Hunter’s hand found a comfortable resting place on her thigh. She was amazed at how comforting it was for his hand to be there. It was almost a possessive gesture and she delighted that Hunter Allyson would feel that way towards her.
Her feelings were very confusing today. She just admitted to herself that she liked Hunter showing an interest in her and yet only a week ago she would have sworn that she was absolutely not interested in guys. Why was her mind working in circles like this? Was she over thinking things? She told herself to just shut up and enjoy this day and to not overthink anything for the rest of the evening. Hunter would be leaving for a film shoot and she would be heading back to Constitution, that was all there would be to it. Today was marvelous so far, why spoil it with what ifs?
Erika lay her head back and soaked in the sun. the warm sun. If this was winter in Los Angeles, then she didn’t want to go back to cold Constitution. She couldn’t seem to get enough of the palm trees. They were everywhere. Lining streets and boulevards, scattered through parks, even in front of stores and restaurants.
“What are you thinking?” Hunter looked over at her while at a red light.
“Just how wonderful this sun feels and how cool palm trees are.”
Hunter laughed. “I grew up here.” His fingers tapped her thigh then rested there again. “I marvel at the mountains, forests and quiet.”
As they were approaching the ocean, the traffic really bogged things down. The aroma of the salty breeze was getting mixed well with the exhaust of the cars around them.
“I’ve got a plan.” Hunter grinned. He pulled into the valet of a very nice hotel and tossed the keys to a valet. He then took Erika’s hand and led her into the lobby.
“What are we doing?” She asked.
“Getting a good parking spot.” He grinned. He led her towards the check in desk then made a turn. Erika found herself in a hotel grill with a patio entrance. Hunter led her out back on to the side walk where they joined the throng of pedestrians crossing the busy street and into the soft sand.
“I’m confused.” Erika confessed.
“Simple. They park my car and it will be more secure in their garage than in a beach parking lot.” He explained. “On the way back, we’ll stop for a drink to show that we have used their restaurant and then we can get a break on our parking fees.”
“Erika grinned.
“If we had checked in, the parking would have been free, but the rooms here are a few hundred a night, so, we’ll enjoy the grill instead.”
A few steps into the sand Hunter stopped. Erika halted as well and looked up to see a golden blazing sun hovering a few inches over the horizon of the ocean. Tonight’s sunset lacked some of the amazing colors of the one she saw at the restaurant with Mr. Wilson, but it was just as awe inspiring all the same.
Erika found herself hugging Hunter’s arm as she looked out over the silver sea with golden frothy waves rolling in.
Hunter looked down and smiled at her. “The sunsets here are something you never get used to.”
He stepped forward and guided her across the cooling sand. It was still warm from the afternoon sun, but there was a coolness just under the top layer.
Many people were dragging tired kids and beach chairs back to their cars while others like she and Hunter made their way towards the water. Erika looked north along the beach and realized that they were only a mile or two south of the Santa Monika pier. The neon on the rides were starting to light up the entertainment that it provided.
The crash of the waves seemed louder than this morning as they made their way around dug pits and piles of sand that had once been someone’s work of art.
Hunter stopped again and studied the terrain around them before allowing his knees to buckle and his bottom to land on the sand. He reached for Erika and guided her as she crossed her legs and half collapsed in his lap. She adjusted slightly, making sure that the skirt of her dress wasn’t going to show things that it shouldn’t then sat quietly staring out over the vastness once again.
This morning’s tryst somehow seemed a lifetime away. She realized that it happened only that morning and only a few miles North of where they were now sitting. The memory of his lips tasting hers sent goose pimples across her skin.
“Cold?” Hunter pulled her back so that she had no choice but to lay her head against his chest and wrapped his arms around hers.
She wasn’t cold, but with this protective demeanor, his strong arms nestling her into his chest, she didn’t want to protest. The day so far had been so magical, she didn’t want to do anything to bring it breaking to a full stop. Just let it ride a bit longer.
Erika spotted clumps of other couples doing exactly what they were along the beach. So many people in love with each other experiencing a magical sunset on what seemed like the edge of the world.
Erika looked up at her … what was he exactly? A friend? Friends didn’t kiss like they had. A boyfriend? It was only going to be this one day. A lover? Well, that would be a little hard with her little secret.
Her mind decided it didn’t matter as his lips pressed against hers. Her blood heated at his taste, her back arched slightly as one of her hands freed its self from his embrace and cupped his cheek, urging him to continue.
Erika didn’t know how long they had been sitting there, their lips locked, their tongues seeking, probing, tasting, but when she finally withdrew her mouth from his, the sun was already touching the ocean.
Just one day. No cares, no worries, just one day of absolute bliss. She stared at the brilliant orange sun but couldn’t concentrate on much other than the rise and fall of Hunter’s chest and the strong heart beat in his chest.
The sky turned a brilliant, dark red as the sun disappeared. The ocean had been drained of all of its color. Just a vast grayness, the crashing waves a silver in contrast as they broke against the sand.
“I’d break this romantic silence with a demand for a selfie.” Erika murmured just loud enough for his ears, “but I think it’s a bid dark for pictures.”
“You have a flash.” His voice was a soft baritone.
“But that would be even more un-romantic.” Her lips nibbled at his bicep. “Do you have anything else to show me on this incredible day?”
“I need to come up with something.” He sighed. “I don’t want it to end.”
Erika sighed even heavier. “Me either.”
He kissed the side of her forehead just above her eye. We should be heading back, it’s really starting to get cold now.”
“I don’t want to leave your arms.” Erika admitted. She could feel her face heat at that admittance.
“Me either.” Hunter sat forward and moved his legs. His arms left hers and she felt his hands grab her around the waist and tried to lift her up. She was way heavier that what he could lift in that position, but she marveled at the strength that he exhibited in the try.
She gathered her feet under her and with his help got to her feet. She then turned and offered a hand to him.
“Right.” Hunter scoffed.
Erika offered her hand again with a demanding snap. Hunter took it and she felt him nearly pull her back down, but she leaned away and was able to help him to his feet.
Hunter looked down at her with new astonishment. “Wow. I’ll try not to underestimate you again.”
Erika brushed sand from her dress and legs, took off her useless flats and poured sand out of them as well. Switching the pair into one hand, she took Hunter’s with the other and walked back towards the vast concrete jungle ahead of them.
Once back across the street, Erika was disappointed when Hunter released her hand, but felt her blood warm and a smile spread across her face as his hand softly pressed the middle of her back and guided her into the grill for a refreshment.
Erika pulled out her phone and text her mother that they would be leaving the beach soon. “What’s next?” She asked Hunter.
“Well…” He thought for a moment. “I was thinking of maybe taking you to check out Casandra’s band. I text her and asked where she was playing tonight.”
“That sounds awesome.” Erika smiled before drinking her ice tea. Her phone alerted her of a text.
Mom: Sounds like you’re having fun. Be home by ten tonight. Mr. Winters called, Brook will be picking you up at five tomorrow morning for your shoot with Teen.
Erika: Ugh, another early morning. K. I’ll see you soon.
“Who’s that?” Hunter inquired.
“My mother. I have to be home by ten.”
Hunter frowned. “That won’t give us much time to hear Cassandra.”
“I have a five a.m. pick up tomorrow for a photo shoot with Teen Magazine.” Erika explained.
“Yuck. I hate early morning calls.” Hunter shrugged it off. “okay, we’ll have fun for a few more hours until you turn into a pumpkin.”
Erika smiled back. She never thought she, of all people, would be compared to Cinderella.
“Did you and Cassandra have a history?” She had been wondering since last night.
Hunter shook his head. “Just friends. Being celebrities or celebrity’s kid’s kind of bonds us together. It was difficult fitting in at the parties and galas when everyone else there is your parent’s age.”
“You didn’t date?” Erika pushed. “She is very attractive and seems very nice.”
“She is both.” Hunter agreed. “Nah. We run in different circles. Like I said last night, her dad has easy access to drugs and alchahol.”
“Does she do drugs?” Erika’s voice was full of concern.
“I believe she is clean now.” Hunter admitted. “She did a couple of stints in rehab. Her father, I believe, is still a user.”
“Poor thing.” Erika felt genuine sympathy for the young woman who was so nice to her last night.
“She saved me, once.” Hunter admitted. “I was still new to this whole celeb thing and drank too much at an after party. She half carried me to a private bathroom and consoled me as I spewed into the toilet for an hour.” He grimaced at the memory. “She could have left me to pass out in my own vomit and have that picture all over the tabloids, but she was awesome and wiped my brow and mouth with a cool cloth and called my mom to pick me up.”
“She did something nice for me last night in the bathroom.” Erika admitted. “I sensed that she was a good person.”
Hunter nodded. They left the grill, retrieved the car and began driving. The air blowing her pony around behind her was still relatively warm. Seriously? This was winter in L.A.? it was just so hard to grasp the concept.
“Where are we heading now?” she wondered aloud.
“It’s after dark.” Hunter stated. “There won’t be as many tourists on the walk of fame. I figured this would be the best time to go before I take you to your hotel.”
“Really?” She nearly bounced in the seat.
“At this time of evening, its mostly full of party goers. We will more likely be left alone.”
The sun may have set, but the cement sidewalk still radiated a warmth that was comforting. Hunter led her along the star-studded sidewalk stopping at different ones to take pictures and even a selfie or two. The walk was still quite busy with a crowd bouncing from one bar and night club to another.
“Do you have one?” Erika asked.
“Not yet.” Hunter shook his head, “but my great grandmother does.”
“Really? Can we see it?”
“Do you even know who she was? Have you ever seen one of her films?” Hunter asked.
Erika quietly shook her head with a pout. “No, but it would be cool to see you with her star.” She persuaded.
“We’ll see.” He didn’t make any promises.
There were so many stars with so many names. In some cases, she found a celeb had more than one star.
“There’s a big crowd ahead.” Hunter warned. “Shall we start heading back?”
Erika was a bit disappointed but
having a better understanding of his nervousness in crowds, she agreed. They crossed the street and spotted more stars of people they knew.
Erika stifled a yawn as they settled back into Hunter’s red convertible.
“It has been a long day, hasn’t it?” Hunter mentioned.
“A full, very fun day.” Erika agreed. This whole day started out with receiving flowers from well-wishers, then Hunter showed up. They purchased sunglasses. Erika was now very glad to have had them for the day. Then they saw most of Hollywood, the beach twice and ate at two L.A. icons.
Glad that the vintage car didn’t have shoulder straps, Erika leaned her head against Hunter’s shoulder as he drove back to her hotel.
The silence between them only heightened the different smells that whipped around them on the balmy breeze. The shadows of the palm trees against the dark sky looked so alien compared to the trees of Constitution.
Too soon, Hunter pulled into the hotel valet. Erika smiled at the young man who helped her out of the car and waited for just a moment for Hunter to hand over his keys.
“You don’t have to come up.” Erika told him. “I should be fine.”
Hunter coughed. “A gentleman always walks his date to her door.”
Erika smiled and hugged his arm as they walked into the lobby and waited for the elevator.
Once inside, Erika shifted to her tiptoes and feathered his lips with hers. She was rewarded with his hand cupping the back of her neck in an answering deeper kiss. Too soon, the elevator doors opened to her floor. They held hands as they walked down the hall.
Erika stopped before her door and turned to Hunter. “I had one of the absolute best times in my life today, Hunter. Thank you so much.” Parting is such sweet sorrow she thought. She didn’t want to think about never seeing Hunter again, but she would have the memory of this day forever bookmarked in her memory.
“I really enjoyed myself too.” Hunter smiled. “He took her in his arms again and kissed her firmly.
Again, her toes curled and her back arched. She wondered what this guy had that no one else could match. Finally parting, Erika struggled to catch her breath.
“I should be going.” Hunter’s hand lingered in hers. “You have a big day tomorrow too. Get some sleep.” Hunter released her hand and turned for the elevator.
Immediately Erika’s palm itched to be touched by his again. Her lips, she knew were quite swollen from that kiss. She took a deep breath and slid her key into the door.
“Well hello there, Cinderella.” Her mother greeted. “It looked like you had a fantastic day. Want to talk about it?” It was the second time someone referenced Cinderella to her that day.
“Not much to talk about, other than it was wonderful.” Erika grinned sheepishly. She yawned and stretched. “I’m beat.”
“Set your alarm tor four-thirty. Brook will be here by five.”
“Yes, mother.” Erika padded into her room and closed the door. The one thing about the beach was that sand got everywhere. She decided to take a shower, and shave before going to bed. She didn’t want to get sand in her sheets, that would be kinda gross.
Erika checked the time on her phone. Hunter had dropped her off a bit early. She would have liked some more time with him, but then again, she had nearly all day.
Before showering, Erika decided that she had better remove and reapply her breast forms. She took out her solvent and got to work.
The shower felt amazing, she hadn’t realized just how much sand, salt and sunscreen had coated her skin. She was astonished at the amount of sand in the bottom of the shower. The water hitting her chest, devoid of breast forms was also very strange. She went over her day in detail as she washed her hair and body. Over the feeling of Hunter’s lips against hers, of his hand at the small of her back and of his fingers touching her thigh as he drove.
She stood still as she realized that only a couple of times during that whole date did she not feel like a girl.
“Hunter treated me as a girl.” She whispered to herself. “Of course, he did, dummy, he had no reason to think that you weren’t a girl. Until last night, he didn’t even know who I was. I didn’t have that constant nagging in the back of my mind screaming, I’m a fraud.” She smiled at the realization. “Jake, although he doesn’t know it, knew me before last summer. That with his going to school with me keeps me on guard. I can’t relax and just be myself with him. Tricia? Well, Tricia knew me as I was finding, discovering myself. She sees me as something else, not quite girl, but not quite guy. I feel like I’m playing both roles with her sometimes.”
Erika rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and extensions. She made sure that she removed hair from every inch of her body. It took a long time, but her soft skin, felt amazing and she knew that makeup would go on much better tomorrow with a hairless body.
After patting dry, she washed her forms and dried them as well as she could. She yawned again and decided that she would just have to put them back on in the morning.
Once in her nightgown, Erika slipped between the sheets and smiled to herself as she went over her date with Hunter yet again.
Authors note: currently I'm on a business trip. Sorry it is late I hope that posting 2 episodes will make it up to you.
Princess and the Plague:
Erika goes to Hollywood
8
Erika groaned as she turned off her alarm. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in the sheets and go back to sleep. But she had to go to work. If it wasn’t for the fact that Brook would be there soon to pick her up and that she had decided to wait until morning to re-apply her forms, she probably would have.
A very quick shower to help her wake up and to rinse sleep sweat from her body was followed by the very tedious application of her breast forms. Her own breasts were a bit swollen to the touch which she had heard was the precursor for her to start growing her own. She could hardly wait to have her own and not have to glue them on.
She pulled on a tank top and slid into some shorts before sliding into her flip-flops. She set her sunglasses on her head grabbed her phone and purse and slid out of her door.
Checking the time on her phone she discovered that she was running early. She slipped out of the hotel room and sleepily made her way to the lobby.
She pulled up the pictures of her and Hunter from the previous day and smiled as she swiped through them. She began posting them of Facebook with the caption ‘hanging out with a new friend’. She wondered if he would consider them more than friends. She was starting too. It wasn’t like she went around kissing every new guy she met. But then again, she was leaving Hollywood and he was leaving for a film shoot. She was confused at the emotions swirling through her mind.
“Morning!” Brook called as she pulled into the valet. “You’re out and ready, Huh?”
Erika nodded and slid her sunglasses down to shade her eyes.
“Coffee?” Brook asked once Erika had climbed into her car.
“Yes.”
“Nice sunglasses, are they new?” Brook was too cheerful.
“Yes. Hunter bought them for me.” Erika stifled a yawn.
“Hunter?” Brook asked. “Hunter Allyson?”
Erika nodded. “We hung out yesterday. He bought these for me.”
“Wow. He must really like you.” Brook shook her head in disbelief.
“Why?” Erika was having a hard time thinking straight.
“Those cost close to a thousand dollars.” Brook explained.
“What!” Erika nearly choked on her own swallow. “Seriously?” she was waking up now. “I knew they were expensive, but I didn’t think they’d be more than one or two hundred.” Erika took them off of her face and looked at them more closely. “Really? That much?”
Brook pulled over to the side of the road. At this hour it wasn’t too busy. She looked more closely at the sunglasses and whistled. “They are this seasons model. She turned the pair over and gasped.
“What?” Erika asked. “What is it?”
“This maker numbers their frames.” Brook explained. “Only a certain number of each design are made.” She looked at Erika. “This maker is known to only make about one hundred models of each design. Each model is scribed with a number. This number here is 003/100. Meaning your have the third pair made of one hundred. Don’t lose these.”
Erika turned the pair of sunglasses over in her hand studying them, noticing the number for the first time. “holy shit.” She murmured. Her heart warmed at the thought of Hunter purchasing these for her.
“Did anyone talk to you about today’s photo shoot?” Brook pulled back out onto the street.
Erika shook her head. “No. what’s going on?”
“Teen magazine like most magazines have a cover model.” Brook explained. “Sometimes it is a celeb, sometimes a musician. Sometimes it is an up and coming model.”
Erika was quiet. She had placed the sunglasses back on her face but with a new-found respect.
“The next up and coming model is you, Erika.” Brook stated.
“Me?” I’ve only ever done a couple of small time local shoots. Nothing to be an up and coming anything. How can I be the cover model?”
“You have Mr. Winters as your agent.” It was stated as if that was all the explanation she needed.
Thankfully Brook pulled into a coffee stand before heading on to the photo shoot.
“Who’s doing the shoot?” Erika wondered. It didn’t really matter, she didn’t know photographers.
“Well…” Brook began. “I hope you won’t be too upset, but it’ll be Clyde.” She sucked her teeth awaiting an outburst.
Erika shrunk in on herself. Her last encounter with Clyde was very uncomfortable. He did get good results, but he spoke about her as if she wasn’t there, or an inanimate object. “Great.” Erika’s heart wasn’t in it now.
“I’ll be with you, then at break, we’ll pick up your mom and go out for lunch.” Brook spun.
“Will Maria at least be there?” Erika nearly whined.
“I’m not sure.” Brook admitted. “Sometimes the magazine supplies their own hair and makeup to get the look they want.”
Erika followed Brook off the elevator and into Clyde’s lobby.
“Brook!” the flamboyant man called approaching. “Twice in one week.” He looked over to Erika. “Erika Summers!” he greeted as warmly as he did Brook. He kissed each of Brook’s cheeks and approached Erika with hands wide. “It’s fantastic to see you again in such a short time, Erika.”
“Hello, Clyde.” Erika greeted. She made a face as the photographer air kissed both of her cheeks as well. At least he knew her name this time.
“Come, come.” He gestured as he led them towards his studio. “We have lots of work to do today.” He turned to Erika “And I would love to see what the camera has to say about you today.” He smiled. His eyes scanned her from head to toe. “There is something different about you today.” He observed. “You have been out in the sun yesterday, but that isn’t it.” He mused as he opened the door to his studio. “Maria! He called out as they entered. “Erika Summers is here!”
Erika felt relieved that Maria was there. She and Brook were the only two she felt comfortable with last time.
Two other people were speaking with Maria. They greeted Brook as if they knew her. Brook introduced the two to Erika as the Teen Magazine editors.
“Hello again, Erika.” Maria greeted. “Its’ good to see you again.”
“You too.” Erika meant it.
“Come, come, Ms. Summers.” Clyde called from by his cameras.
Erika excused herself and stepped into Clyde’s spotlight. She didn’t know how to feel about his assistant whirling around checking lights, double checking cameras and the like. She didn’t think he had said more than two words to her the other day.
Clyde looked through the lens of his camera and started taking pictures. “Yes, yes, there is definitely something different about you today.”
Erika blushed. She didn’t feel any different. She had worn sunscreen, so she wasn’t sunburned.
“Did you find a new lover?” Clyde asked. “You are glowing as if you’d just had amazing sex.”
Erika was sure she looked like a deer in headlights, and she knew she was as red as a beet. The conversation taking place with Brook, Maria, and the other two halted as all eyes focused on her.
“I… I haven’t had sex.” Erika stammered and blurted out. What else was she supposed to say?
“I didn’t mean to offend you.” Clyde remarked. “This is Hollywood, everyone has sex.”
“Well, I haven’t.” Erika insisted.
Clyde threw up his arms. “Okay. But you have been with a new guy.”
“I don’t think that is any of your business.” Erika growled.
“Sorry, Erika. I’m just saying what the camera is telling me. What ever it is, you are radiant today.”
“I’m done.” Erika stated as she stormed away from the lights. “Your camera has said enough.” She stalked over to Maria’s makeup area and collapsed in her chair.
“What right does he have talking to me like that?” Erika asked as Brook approached.
“He didn’t mean anything by it, Erika.” Brook excused. “You do look a bit different today. I noticed it in the car this morning.”
“It’s none of his business.” Erika stormed on.
“What happened between you and Hunter yesterday?” She inquired.
“Hunter?” Maria joined them. “Hunter Allyson?”
Brook nodded as Erika glared at everyone. “It’s none of any of your business.” She growled.
Brook gave Maria a certain look.
“I’m going to get some coffee.” Maria stated. “anyone want some?” She walked off.
“Calm down, Erika. No one means anything by this.” She lowered her voice. “I understand that you didn’t have sex with Hunter. But he has had an effect on you, because Clyde is right, you are radiating as someone after having sex or in love.”
Love? Erika liked Hunter, yes. She was attracted to him too, which was weird for her, but in love? They only had one date together, well, two if you count the gala, but could that count as a date? She loved Tricia. Tricia, who understood her, excepted her, defended her. So why then did Hunter make her feel this way?
Erika took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for my outburst.” She apologized.
“It’s alright, just get yourself under control, it’s going to be a long day as it is, it’ll only feel longer if you’re pissed the whole time.”
Erika nodded understanding. Brook touched her arm in understanding and went off to retrieve Maria.
“Did you apply your breast forms this morning.” Maria asked casually.
Erika’s heart nearly stopped. It then started pounding loud and hard. “Um. You know?” She asked.
“I’m a makeup artist.” Maria stated. I can tell real skin from fake. You do a great job, and I wouldn’t say anything, except you have a seam lifting.” Maria explained touching the problem area with a makeup brush. “No big deal, many models have many tricks that don’t rely on photoshop. You’re still young, I’m sure your breasts will fill in soon.”
Erika didn’t know what to say. “Does anyone else know?” She managed.
“I don’t believe so.” Maria smiled trying to instill confidence. “Although I think Brook my suspect.”
That’s not all she suspects. Erika thought. “Can you fix it?” she asked.
“Of course. No one will ever know. Our little secret.”
“Thank you, Maria.” Erika tried to calm herself.
Maria was finishing up her work on her when the two magazine editors approached.
“I want to apologize for my earlier outburst.” Erika began. “I’m not a morning person and Clyde touched on a sensitive subject.”
They smiled and nodded and then proceeded to ask her all kinds of questions. What band was her latest favorite, what qualities she liked in guys, who her favorite designers were and what her ideal first date would be like. The twenty questions turned into twenty minutes of questions. Some were very personal, others very mundane. It continued until Maria took off the makeup bib and declared her ready for wardrobe and Clyde.
The rest of the morning was spent either in front of Clyde and his camera or behind the changing screen as she slipped in and out of clothes. Ball gowns, casual dresses, jeans with tanks, blouses, skirts, heels and tennis shoes.
Clyde, still directed her and goaded her but he left the morning’s subject alone. Erika wondered if Brook had a talk with him.
“Okay.” Brook called “break time.”
Erika looked over at her gratefully and spotted her mother standing beside her. “Mom?”
“You look amazing.” Her mother smiled. “Brook says that you are a natural in front of the camera.”
Erika beamed at the praise.
“Let’s get some lunch.” Brook decided. “go change quickly.”
Erika was changed and ready to go before the two had walked to the elevator. “Where are we going today?” She asked.
“What did you feel like having?” Brook inquired as the three of them entered the elevator.
“Mexican.” Erika decided. They were in California after all. Where better than to get Mexican food.
Brook was silent as the elevator dropped them down to the lobby. “I’ve got the perfect place.” She announced. “It’s probably not what you’d expect, but it is very good Mexican food.”
“Fantastic.” Her mother smiled.
“Oh,” Brook got their attention as they got into her car. “I hope you grabbed all of your things. “We won’t be coming back here after lunch.”
“I’ve got everything.” Erika nodded. “Where are we going?”
“We’ll be going to a park and around down town for some location shoots.”
“Oh, okay.” Erika was a little anxious. “I’ve never done location shoots.”
“Just like this morning, only out and about.” Brook pulled out into traffic.
A few minutes later Brook parked on the side of the street in front of a food truck.
“El Ostion?” Erika seemed puzzled. “A food truck?”
“Probably the best Mexican food anywhere.” Brook nodded. “You’ll see.”
A few picnic tables were set up, most were taken with people and a line of ten people were queued up in front of the order window. Erika pulled out her phone and checked messages. There were quite a few. Mostly her friends checking in with her.
Samantha: Seriously? You spent the day with Hunter Allyson? You bitch!
Erika replied: I knew you’d hate me for this. He is a very nice guy.
Tricia: Looks like you’re busy. When are you coming home? I miss you.
Erika: Doing a photoshoot today. Looks like I’ll be flying home tomorrow. Missing you too.
She then checked her Facebook and saw a lot of similar comments about her spending a day with Hunter. She replied to a few but left the rest alone. She’d be seeing everyone in a day or two.
The line moved pretty fast and soon enough the three women were sitting in the sun at one of the tables and tucking into some absolutely amazing Mexican food.
“It’s hard to believe that food this good comes from a food truck.” Her mother marveled.
“Some of the best food in L.A. are from the food trucks.” Brook assured her. “One of these visits, you’ll have to go to one of the food truck rallies.”
“What are those?” Erika inquired sucking some sour cream off one of her fingers.
“Usually on a Friday evening, a bunch of the food trucks gather at a certain place. It’s like a being at a food fare.”
The three finished up, cleared their table and got back into the car.
“Mom,” Erika put her seat belt on. “You need to figure out how to cook Mexican food like that. That was amazing.”
“Now, back to work.” Brook announced as she pulled out into traffic.
It wasn’t long before Erika was changing into a floral-patterned summer dress with lace accents. Maria went to work touching up her makeup and she found herself in an alley that had seen better days.
Clyde positioned her near a stucco wall that was covered with graffiti and had chunks of the stucco missing.
Working on location was definitely different than working in the studio. The sounds for one thing. Sirens, loud cars, people yelling, they all created a background for Clyde’s instructions. Sometimes Clyde was forced to yell over the top of the noise, other times, he would frown and wait for the loud noise to stop before giving her instruction.
Then there were all the people. Many passersby would stop, some would back up and all would watch. Some would even take pictures of their own.
After a few changes Clyde told the crew to head to the next location.
“Where are we going next?” Erika asked Brook.
“I hope you aren’t afraid of heights.”
Erika shook her head.
“He’s managed to get us on to a rooftop.”
Erika looked up at the surrounding buildings then back at Brook who nodded with a smile.
Erika shrugged. “Okay.”
They walked a few blocks then entered an older building. They took a very slow elevator up to the top floor and then some stairs to the roof. Erika was surprised to see that part of the roof had been made into a garden. Large pots and planters filled with vegetables, and flowers surrounded a small table and chairs. Looking around at the view from the rooftop, she could imagine someone bringing a bottle of wine or some tea up here and soaking in the sun, and the city view with a sunset.
Brook along with her mother, took seats at the small table while Erika was positioned at a different part of the roof while Clyde and his assistant began setting up.
“We are going to change up your hair.” Maria told her as she approached. She pulled a long extension cord along behind her.
“Oh?” Erika asked. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing is wrong. But the Teen Magazine people would like a few pictures with your hair straight.”
“Uh, okay.”
Maria began sectioning off Erika’s hair and extensions and pulling the hot flat iron through her hair.
Erika closed her eyes and soaked in the warmth of the sun. The people who lived here sure were lucky that this was how they experienced winter. She nearly shivered thinking about returning home to wearing multiple layers, heavy coats, gloves, scarfs and looking for any heat source to keep warm. Shorts, flip-flops, sundresses year-round? Perhaps she should convince her parents to move here.
When Maria was finished, Erika looked down at her straight tresses. They looked to be about four inches longer straight. It felt strange and very cool at the same time. Erika ran her fingers through the straight hair. Something she couldn’t do with it curly. She nearly giggled as she felt it brushing across her hips.
Just a few inches longer and it would be as long as Melinda’s. The thought of the head Cheerleader sent her thoughts scurrying back to the mess she caused back home. She hoped that Taylor would have time to cool down while she was here in Hollywood.
Maria pulled out a small pair of shears. “I need to trim up your fringe as well. They’re a little long.”
“Fine.” Erika relented. She closed her eyes and felt Maria comb and snip at her fringe.
Several more changes of outfits and more of Clyde’s gruff instruction took up a couple more hours. Finally, Clyde called an end to the shoot.
“Brook?” Erika approached.”
“You looked fantastic.” Her mother encouraged.
“Thank you.” Erika smiled. She looked back to Brook. “Is there anyway I can keep an outfit or two? I really liked that embroidered romper and loved that sequins serape looking dress.”
Brook rose in that graceful way that she had. Erika decided that she needed to practice that move so that she could look that elegant. “I’ll have a talk with wardrobe and Mr.
Winters.” She pulled out her phone and walked away.
“You look beautiful.” Her mother reaffirmed handing Erika her phone. “You got a text from Hunter.”
Erika forgot everything else as she opened and read Hunter’s text.
Hunter: Will you and your mother join me for dinner tonight?
“Mom.” She glanced to her mother. “Hunter wants to take us to dinner tonight. Can we?”
Her mother skewered her face in thought for a second. “Sure.” She smiled.
Erika typed furiously on her phone. We’d love too. What time?
Erika ducked behind the makeshift curtain and changed back into her own clothes before they took the curtain away.
“It was a pleasure working with you, Erika.” Maria gave her a hug. “I hope we can do so again sometime.”
“That would be great. Thank you for everything Maria. And thank you for not saying anything about my forms.”
Maria smiled. “Like I said, many models and actresses do many things to help with their appearance.”
Erika followed her mother down the stairs and into the elevator. When they exited the building, her phone alerted a text.
Hunter: I’ll pick you up around six?
Erika looked at the clock. That should give them plenty of time to get back to the hotel and freshen up.
Erika: Fantastic. Can’t wait.
Brook met them with two items of clothing folded over her arm and a smile. “They are yours.”
Erika’s heart raced. “Thank you.” She hugged Brook.
“You need to thank wardrobe.” She returned Erika’s squeeze and handed her the clothes. “What are your plans for tonight?” She asked.
“Hunter is taking us out to dinner.” Erika beamed.
Brook gave Erika a smile.
--o0o—
Erika hung the two new outfits with her others and collapsed on the bed. Who knew that posing for pictures and changing clothes could be so tiring.
“Do you know where Hunter is taking us?” Her mother called. “I need to know how fancy to dress.”
She pulled out her phone and text Hunter. What is the dress code for tonight?
A few minutes later her phone sounded.
Hunter: Nice place, dress up.
Erika relayed the information and looked at her hanging dresses trying to decide what to wear. Her eyes were heavy and before she knew it, she was asleep.
Princess and the Plague:
Erika goes to Hollywood
9
“Erika, wake up.” Her mother’s voice was heard.
Erika stretched and looked up to her mother’s face. “You need to get dressed. “Hunter will be here soon.”
That was like being splashed in the face with cold water. Erika nearly jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom. After using the toilet, she peered at herself in the mirror. Her hair was still presentable from Maria’s work straightening it. Her fringe brushed the base of her brows, but the makeup was too heavy. She scrubbed her face and went to work applying something more appropriate for the evening’s date. Was it a date? Or just Hunter being considerate and taking them both to dinner?
She needed to look stunning, but not like she was expecting too much. She didn’t want to look slutty either.
As she was zipping herself into her newly acquired sequins serape designed dress, she heard a knock at the front door and her mother greet Hunter. She studied herself in the mirror again going down a mental check list. Makeup, hair, earrings, breast form seams. They all looked good. She smiled as she slipped into her new favorite sparkly shoes and took a few steps to adjust to the change in balance and height before grabbing her fully charged phone and stepping out to meet Hunter.
Her heart sped up as she spied him wearing a gray suit looking quite fit, the suit was obviously tailored for his fantastic physique.
“Wow, don’t you look fantastic.” He greeted, his eyes lit and sparkled. He stepped forward and gave her a peck on the cheek. It was a romantic gesture that was quite acceptable in front of her mother, but she felt her blood warm and her head tingle at that tiny intimate contact.
“It is very nice of you to invite us to dinner.” Her mother was saying.
“Yes, it was.” Erika echoed.
“It is the least that I could do for your last night in Hollywood.” He escorted them to the door.
Erika was curious if he would have the top down on the Mustang for the evening. When they arrived at the valet, she was surprised when a valet held open the door to a silver Aston Martin.
“Please, Mrs. Martin.” Hunter beckoned her to take the front seat.
“This is a beautiful car.” She commented before sitting.
“Thank you.” He held the door for Erika. “As nice as the weather is here, not every day is good for a convertible Mustang.”
The cream-colored leather seats were luxurious and soft. Erika stroked them with her fingers as she admired the clean, beautiful interior.
Hunter fastened his seatbelt and checked to make sure the others had as well before pulling out of the Hotel and onto the street. “I’m afraid it is a bit of a ride to get to the restaurant.” He told them.
“I’m in no rush.” Her mother stated.
Erika scanned the sides of the freeway and roads as they went along, trying to memorize the palm trees, stucco buildings and the occasional citrus tree. Lucky people of this area were able to grow their own oranges and lemons in their back yards. She wondered if they knew just how lucky they were.
She recognized landmarks and buildings as they drove. They passed the Santa Monica pier and drove North past the beach where she and Hunter had spent the previous day. Her chest warmed again at the memories of their visit there. She watched the sun low on the horizon as they drove along the P.C.H.
Erika’s curiosity was piqued when she read a sign saying welcome to Malibu. They drove a little farther up the coast and Hunter pulled off the highway and down a small private road with no signs. He pulled up to a valet at the front of a large contemporary restaurant and opened the door for Erika as a valet did the same for her mother.
Large windowed door set in cedar frames opened up to a terracotta tiled floor. The other side of the room opened up out onto a similarly tiled, large balcony overlooking the ocean.
Several people in fine clothing stood around the lobby, some holding drinks.
“Mr. Allyson.” A host greeted. “It’s good to see you again. Your table is ready for you.”
“Thank you.” Hunter smiled.
Erika heard people suddenly abuzz at seeing a celeb of Hunter’s caliber. Some pulled out phones to snap pictures while a few others whispered and pointed. Erika didn’t know if she should feel special or annoyed. She knew that Hunter was annoyed, but he kept his smile.
The host led them past cloth covered tables out onto the balcony and up next to the railing. Erika looked over the railing. Sixty feet below them the cliff ended at a thin strip of buff colored sand. White frothy waves lined the teal and aqua colored water.
“This is beautiful.” Her mother commented as the host held her seat for her.
Erika was almost embarrassed when she realized that Hunter was holding a seat for her. She quickly walked over, her heels clicking on the tiles. She sat on the sun warmed seat and allowed Hunter to scoot her forward towards the table before taking his own seat.
She and her mother smiled at each other then took in the stunning view. The salty breeze wafted around them bringing in fresh cool air contrasting with the warmth emanating from the balcony.
“Mr. Allyson, the Chef sends his compliments.” A server brought forth a silver bucket of ice in which a bottle of champagne was nestled.
“Thank you.” Hunter smiled. “tell the chef that I am grateful and am excited to taste his culinary treats tonight.”
He whipped out three glasses and placed them in front of each of them, popped the champagne and poured.
Hunter tasted his and smiled to the server. “Fantastic, thank you.”
Erika leaned towards her mother. “He didn’t card me.”
Hunter chuckled. “You’re with me, and the Chef loves that I come here. No one will card you here as long as you are with me.”
Erika quickly overcame her surprise when she felt Hunter’s hand touch her knee and lightly slide up the inside of her thigh stopping at the hem of her short dress. Goose pimples erupted along her arms as her chest warmed at the intimate touch.
“My mom used to bring me here when I was younger.” Hunter scanned the balcony. “She loved the view and Chef always treated us right.”
“Did she stop bringing you here?” Erika inquired.
Hunter smiled. “Now I bring her here.”
Erika’s mother pulled out her phone. “Okay you two. I need to get a picture.”
“Mom?”
“That sounds fantastic.” Hunter cut her off. “But you’ll have to send me a copy.”
“Consider it done.” Her mother smiled. Hunter moved closer to Erika. His head touching hers. “Take off your sunglasses so that we can see who you are.” She directed. Hunter and Erika removed their shades and smiled for the picture.
“Thank you.” Her mother put her phone away. “Something to show the girls back home.”
The Server returned with menus. “Mr. Allyson, Chef says that the swordfish isn’t as fresh as he’d like and would recommend that you have the Halibut.”
“Thank you, the Halibut fits my mood tonight.” Hunter told him.
The server nodded. “I’ll return after you two ladies have had a chance to decide upon something.”
Erika scanned the menu. Like the other night, prices were not listed. Everything sounded amazing. Finally, she set down her menu and looked to Hunter. “I can’t decide.”
“Well, it is all good.” Hunter nodded.
“Mr. Allyson.” A man in a white chef’s coat and apron approached. “It is so good to see you.”
Hunter rose and the two hugged.
“Chef, this is a special friend of mine, Erika Summers and her mother Mrs. Martin.” He introduced.
The Chef gave them a small bow with a large smile. “Welcome to you both.” He glanced back at Hunter. “Hunter has been one of my best customers.” He looked back at Hunter. “Did Jose tell you about the swordfish?”
Hunter nodded. “I feel more like Halibut tonight anyway.”
“Chef?” Erika’s voice was uncertain.
“Yes, Ms. Summers.”
“Everything looks so wonderful, I don’t know what to order.” She felt strange admitting that.
“In that case, Ms. Summers, I will take care of you. Are you allergic to or have sensitivities to anything?”
Erika gave her head a small shake. “No.” She looked to her mother. Who shrugged.
Chef looked from Erika to her mother. “And you, Mrs. Martin?”
“The scallops sound good.”
“They are very good.” Chef beamed. “Fresh in this morning. Very good. I’ll have everything out in no time.”
“No rush, Chef.” Hunter sat back down. “We are enjoying your balcony.”
The chef hurried back in, stopping and greeting a few patrons as he did.
“I’ve never had a chef pick my dinner for me before.” Erika was nearly gushing.
“Of course, you have.” Her mother corrected.
Erika looked blankly at her mother trying to remember such a time.
“Every night I make dinner.” Her mother smiled causing Hunter to chuckle.
Erika laughed as well. And was rewarded with Hunter’s hand again resting on her thigh. He gave it a tender squeeze as he took another sip of his champagne.
“Erika told me that she was a tomboy until recently.” Hunter inquired of her mother.
Erika’s body stiffened. Hunter must have felt it because he removed his hand and looked from her mother to her and back.
“You could definitely call her that.” Her mother’s smile was a touch tight. “She was very into comic books and skateboarding.”
Hunter looked to Erika with surprise. “Skateboarding? You didn’t mention skateboarding.”
“A lot has happened in the last year.” Erika excused.
“She went to summer camp in jeans and t-shirts from Hot Topic and came back in dresses and heels, wearing makeup.” Her mother elaborated.
Erika’s heart nearly stopped. Just how far was her mother going to take this? She hadn’t told Hunter the truth about her and here her mother was, dancing all around the touchy subject. She tried to give her mother a warning glare but couldn’t with Hunter watching the two of them so closely.
“I find that hard to believe.” Hunter stated. He looked Erika up and down trying to imagine her in masculine clothing.
Thankfully the server approached interrupting the flow of the conversation. “Compliments of the Chef.” He placed a large plate in the center of the table. It was arranged with many bite sized morsels and decorated like no other plate of food she had ever seen. “Everything on the plate is edible.”
“Even the flowers?” Erika asked feeling stupid once she had.
“Everything.” The server assured.
“It looks beautiful.” Her mother told him.
“Tell Chef, thank you.” Hunter stated and picked up a morsel and placed it in his mouth.
Erika watched as his eyes lit up as he savored the taste. She and her mother quickly followed suit.
It was so hard trying to be a lady sometimes. As a boy she would have gobbled up as much from that plate as she could and then licked it clean. But now, being a young woman, she had to take small bites and try not to look too much the pig that she wanted to be.
The champagne was beginning to make her a little light headed. She noticed that she was giggling more at Hunter’s stories and jokes than she normally would have.
Hunter stopped his story as the server approached with a tray. Chef was right behind him.
Chef took a plate and placed it in front of her mother. “Scallops.”
Her mother oohed over the beautifully browned scallops.
He placed Hunter’s plate in front of him. “Halibut.”
“Wow.” Erika commented on seeing Hunter’s plate.
“And for the special lady.” Chef placed a large shallow bowl in front of Erika. “Risotto of the sea.”
Erika gasped at the beautiful presentation of food in front of her.
“You never make me anything special like that.” Hunter complained.
“You never ask.” Chef smirked. “You always ask for the swordfish.”
“It looks amazing, Chef.” Erika could hardly take her eyes from her plate.
“Enjoy.” Chef and server both left.
“I have got to try some of that.” Her mother told her.
Erika looked closer at her bowl of risotto nearly over flowing with prawns, scallops, muscles halibut and even lobster. A light shaving of parmesan was more of a garnishment than a seasoning.
“That’s not even on the menu.” Hunter was still near to complaining. “You definitely made an impression on Chef.”
Erika giggled in delight and took her first bite.
“How is it?” her mother asked.
She realized that both Hunter and her mother were watching her as she savored the glorious flavor.
“Heavenly.” She managed. She pushed the bowl closer to Hunter to take a spoonful and then her mother. She decided that she wouldn’t be sharing anymore as she brought the bowl back to her.
She watched the other two as their faces lit up upon tasting her dish.
“I’ll have to have a long talk with Chef about that.” Hunter finally broke the silence. “Man, that is good.”
“I have to admit, I don’t follow the tabloids on you.” Her mother stated. “Are you dating anyone?”
“Other than your daughter? No.” Hunter stated. “I was dating Amanda Ferndale for a while, but we had a bad break up last year.” He shrugged. “It happens.”
He said that he was dating her? Erika? Her mind reeled at that simple statement. They had only spent the day together yesterday and were having dinner tonight? Was that considered dating? Part of her rejoiced in the thought, the other part felt doom on what would happen back home. Besides, as they both figured out, he was leaving for Sao Palo in a few days and she was leaving tomorrow. How could they possibly be dating?
“Wasn’t she a co-star in one of your Rom-coms?” her mother asked.
Hunter nodded. “Many actors start dating their co-stars. You spend so much time in intimate situations for months at a time, it is bound to happen.”
The sun had dipped below the horizon changing the golden sky to a magenta and scarlet wash.
Erika needed to change the subject. As much as she loved Amanda Ferndale, she was starting to feel a little envious of her past with Hunter.
“What hobbies do you have, Hunter?” she asked after swallowing another divine bite.
“I used to do a little skateboarding.” Hunter shot her a toothy grin. “Lately, I try surfing. When I’m not filming, that is. I’ve been doing a bit of charity work, which is one of the reasons I was at Tommy’s gala the other night. Lately, though a lot of my time has been spent working out getting ready for this action film I’m about to shoot.
Erika had noticed that he seemed a bit more muscular than she had seen him in past films. That explained it.
“Sao Palo sounds amazing.” Her mother stated. “I have a friend who went a few years ago. She said it was one of the best trips she’d taken.
“I am excited.” Hunter nodded.
“What about school?” She asked.
Erika felt her face flush.
“What about it?” Hunter asked.
“When do you have time to study?” her mother continued.
Hunter smiled. It wasn’t a tight smile Erika had seen before, but almost a sneaky smile. “While I was on the film sets growing up, I had tutors.” He explained. “I took my G.E.D when I was sixteen.” He paused and went on. “I have been doing a lot of online classes and when I have long breaks between jobs, I take an occasional class. I’m on schedule to get my Associates degree this summer.”
“Wow. That is very impressive.” Her mother looked satisfied.
Erika was kind of in awe. He had accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. She put her hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze. She felt like she was being a bit bold, but she felt it was the right thing to do.
The heat from the patio radiated its warmth, but the ocean breeze seemed a bit chillier with the sun gone for the day. A busboy was making his rounds lighting the patio heaters that dotted the balcony between tables.
The server came and cleared their plates. Hunter poured the last of the champagne and looked from mother and daughter. “It’s amazing how alike you two look.” He commented.
“That is very kind.” Erika’s mother smiled.
“Chef has made you a dessert.” The server stepped forward and placed Crème’ Brule’ in front of each of them.
“One of my favorites.” Her mother gasped with surprise.
“If you ladies will excuse me.” Hunter gave Erika’s thigh a gentle squeeze. He stood up and walked in the direction of the bathrooms.
“Did you have to say that stuff about me?” Erika hissed at her mother.
“What stuff?”
“About me going to summer camp as a boy.”
“I didn’t. I simply said that you went wearing boy like clothes.” Her mother defended. “How else would you describe a tomboy?”
She did have a point. She let out a breath instead of what she was going to say. “It just hits a little close to home and I like him. I mean, like like him.”
“He likes you too.” Her mother pointed out. “Or else we wouldn’t be eating someplace like this.” She made a small gesture to their surroundings. “I’m just worried about what happens when he finds out.”
Erika’s heart felt like someone had stabbed her. The joy she had been feeling drained from her body. “Me too.”
“Well, some distance between you two and some time may fix that for you.” Her mother stated.
Erika nodded. “I know.
“What I’m trying to understand.” Her mother lowered her voice. “Is I thought you liked Tricia.”
“I do.” Erika affirmed. “But I like Hunter too. He makes me feel so… special.” She managed to find the right word.
Her mother nodded. “He has been doting on you.
“It’s like you said. We are both leaving and won’t be able to see each other for a bit. I’m sure this’ll just be a weekend that I won’t soon forget.”
Her mother nodded.
“How is the Brule’?” Hunter returned.
“Fabulous.” Her mother said around a mouthful. “Your Chef sure knows his craft.”
Hunter agreed then tapped on the top before tucking in.
“How was everything?” Chef asked approaching the table.
“Unforgettable.” Her mother stated with a huge smile. “I don’t think I’ll forget this meal anytime soon.”
“It was fantastic, Chef.” Hunter shook his hand. “It’s one of the reasons I keep coming back.”
“And you Ms. Summers?” Chef inquired.
“You really outdid yourself, Chef.” Erika squeezed his hand. “Like my mother said, Unforgettable.”
“I am so pleased.” Chef beamed back. “I hope to see you again sometime soon.” With that, he walked to another table to speak with another patron.
“Shall we go?” Hunter asked.
“What about the check?” her mother asked.
“Already taken care of.” Hunter smiled getting up.
“That was very nice of you, Hunter.” Her mother commented. “Thank you for such an unforgettable meal.”
“It was my pleasure.” Hunter helped Erika to her feet.
It took a second to remember that her center of gravity was different in her pretty sparkly heels. Her mother led the way followed by her with Hunter behind, his hand pressing gently on the small of her back.
The pretty silver Aston Martin was waiting for them when they exited the restaurant. Once again Hunter assisted her mother into the car and then her before sliding behind the driver’s seat.
“Where shall we go next?” Hunter asked.
“Why don’t you drop me off at the hotel. It's our last night here. You two go have some fun.” Her mother opined.
Her mother trusted her and Hunter out at night? Alone? Together? Well, they did spend most of the day together alone. She must trust Hunter.
“Are you sure?” Hunter probed.
“Yes. I have to pack and would like to rest a bit.” She stifled a yawn. “I’ve been enjoying my alone time as well.”
The ride back to the hotel seemed to take forever as Erika’s mind raced about what they would do or where they would go. She did enjoy the vast city lights. Something she didn’t see too much of in Constitution.
“You two have fun and be back by midnight.” She directed that last part directly at Erika.
The valet’s opened the doors for them. Erika gave her mother a big hug.
“Is your phone charged?” She asked Erika.
“Yes.”
Her mom took Erika’s hand and slipped some money into it. “Just in case of emergency or you need a cab back to the hotel.”
“Yes, mom.” She gave her another squeeze and began to take her place in the front seat of Hunter’s car.
“I want updates.” Her mother called over her shoulder.
The door was closed behind Erika.
“Finally, we are alone.” She told Hunter.
“Your mom isn’t that bad.” Hunter smiled at her. He placed his hand on her thigh as he pulled out of the hotel parking.
You haven’t been living with her for the past few months. Erika kept the thought to herself. Aloud, “Where are we going?”
“I thought we could go see Cass.” He tossed her a big grin.
--o0o--
Hunter parked his car and assisted Erika in getting out. The night was balmy. It was a winter evening and she felt perfectly comfortable in the short dress without a jacket or coat. They walked down the sidewalk and came to a line of people waiting to get into a nightclub. Hunter walked past them, holding her hand and went to the front of the line.
“Good evening, Charles.” Hunter greeted a bouncer that looked like a professional wrestler.
The large mountain of a man glared at Hunter for a moment and then his face cracked into a huge smile. “Hunter!” he roared. He gave Erika a once over. She felt like she was a piece of meat being inspected by a butcher.
“This is Erika.” Hunter introduced.
“Well hello, Erika.” Charles scanned her again. He gave Hunter a hug nearly enveloping her date.
She saw Hunter slip the bouncer some cash which disappeared so fast she thought she imagined it.
“Come on in, Hunter and Erika.” He made a grand gesture. He then leaned close to Hunter. “She’s tearing it up tonight, and she looks clean.”
“Awesome, Thanks, Charles.” Hunter led her into a large thick door.
Loud guitar and drums hit her like a concussion as they entered. Bright lights and lasers flashed and turned everywhere. Erika scanned the large room filled with dancing, bouncing and gyrating bodies.
“I’m not old enough to be in here.” Erika yelled at Hunter.
“What?” Hunter turned to watch her lips.
“I’m not twenty-one!” She tried again.
“Neither am, I!” Hunter shouted back. “No one will care! Come!” With her hand firmly in his, he led her down to the main dance floor and towards the stage.
Cassandra and her band Purple Mischief were rocking away on stage. Hunter turned to Erika and began dancing, well more like bouncing. There were too many people packed in there to really dance. Erika didn’t want to be a cold fish, she remembered the dancing that they did at the charity ball and started to bounce and shift her feet. Soon she was wiggling her hips and was rewarded as Hunter placed his hands on them and moved his in time with hers.
Erika glanced up at the stage and caught Cassandra’s eye. She smiled at them and continued on with her set. It wasn’t long before Erika was sweating. Mostly due to the amount of bodies pressed into the room but part was because of her dancing and part because of how close Hunter was. With so little room, Erika wrapped her arms around his neck and was rewarded with a kiss.
At the end of the set, Purple Mischief disappeared backstage and canned music was pumped over the speakers.
Hunter took her hand. “Follow me.” He pulled her off to the side.
A bouncer stood in front of a door with his arms crossed over his chest. Not as big as Charlie, she still wouldn’t want to come across him in a dark alley.
“Came to see Cass!” Hunter told him.
The bouncer nodded and spoke into a radio. He must have gotten an answer because he stepped aside and opened the door for them.
Hunter led her down a corridor and knocked on one of the doors. It opened, and Erika was led into a lounge. Sofas, large lounge chairs, a wet bar with a microwave, lined the walls of the room.
“What brings you two here?” Cass greeted. She gave Hunter a big hug and then to her surprise, gave Erika a hug as well.
“It’s her last night here before going home. We wanted to catch you last night, but she wasn’t feeling well.” Hunter explained. “We are here now, though.”
“You guys sounded great.” Erika meant it.
Cass quickly introduced the rest of the band.
“Water?” the drummer held out a bottle of ice-cold water.
“Sure.” Erika was thankful for the offer. It may be cooler in this room, but out on the dance-floor it was sweltering.
“What are you in town for?” The keyboardist asked.
“She just started modeling.” Cass told her.
“I shot for Teen magazine today.” Erika smiled.
“Sweet.” The lead guitar chuckled.
“Give her some slack,” Cass rounded on him. “She’s a good kid.”
Sweet? Kid? Erika may be a few years younger than these band members, but she wasn’t exactly a kid.
“Ignore them.” Cass glared at the guitarist. “You disappeared at the gala the other night. There were rumors that you were sick.”
“I had a seizure.” Erika tried to let the band member’s jibes roll off her.
Cass made a face. “Ouch. Was it bad?”
Erika shrugged. “I don’t ever get to watch.”
Cass burst out laughing. Causing Hunter and herself to join her.
“Does it hurt?” Cass clarified.
“Not exactly.” Erika shrugged. “I get a bad headache and usually vomit afterwards.”
“I’m sorry to hear it.” Cass said. She drained her own water bottle. “I’ve got to go hit the head and get back out there for another set. You sticking around?”
Erika looked to Hunter.
“For a bit.” Hunter agreed. “Erika is flying back home tomorrow, so we have to call it an early night.”
Thankfully he didn’t say anything about a curfew. That would definitely have been humiliating.
“Come with me.” Cass brushed by Erika.
Erika shot Hunter a glance and then followed Cass to the bathroom. She entered the stall and closed the door. “I like you Erika.” She said from behind the closed door. “Hunter seems really happy with you. That Amanda chick did a number on him. Really messed him up. I don’t think you’d do that to him.” The door opened a crack. “Let me see your phone.”
“Uh, okay.” Erika dug for her phone and handed it to the bass player.
“Don’t worry. I’m giving you my number.” Cass told her. “Here.” She handed Erika’s phone back. “If you come back to Hollywood, drop me a line. Maybe we can hang out.”
“Really? That would be awesome.”
The toilet flushed, and Cass came out. She washed her hands and ran her wet fingers through her hair then messed it up a bit more. She checked her makeup and turned to Erika. “I think you are good for Hunter, and he needs someone… don’t take this the wrong way. He needs someone sweet.”
“Thank you, Cass.”
“No problem, Erika. I gotta go. Have some fun tonight.” She opened the door and ran to join the band back on stage.
“What was that about?” Hunter inquired with a raised eyebrow.
“Just girl talk.” Erika winked. She stepped up and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Just girl talk.”
--o0o—
The street noise as they exited the club was like a welcome silence compared to the loud music in the nightclub.
“Leaving so soon?” Charles asked of Hunter.
“Big job coming up.” Hunter explained it away.
“Well, break a leg and come back and see us soon.” Charles bid them a safe journey.
“That was great.” Erika told Hunter. “Thank you so much for dinner and this.”
“I take it you’ve never been to a night club before.”
Erika shook her head. “I’m just about to turn sixteen. No one under twenty-one is allowed in night clubs in Constitution.”
“It’s not really allowed here either.” Hunter admitted. “I just happen to get certain perks.”
“Perks?” Erika questioned. “Charles and you know each other.”
“I come by to check on Cass from time to time.” Hunter admitted. “Charles and I have had a few heart to hearts. He’s actually a big teddy bear when he is away from the club. His teenage son and I have gone surfing together a couple of times.” Hunter held the door open for her as she sat and swung her legs in.
Her feet were starting to hurt. She loved these sparkly shoes, but she had been modeling all day and then dancing for the last couple of hours. She slid them off and rubbed the bottom of her feet against the carpet of the car floor.
When she looked up, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. Three rough looking men were surrounding Hunter. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t fight. She was always the person who fled fights or lost them. Even with the limited self-defense classes, she would be useless in a fight.
Princess and the Plague:
Erika goes to Hollywood
10
Hunter had his hands up and was trying to back away, but the three men stepped forward pace for pace. If she had the keys, she would have started the car and maybe done something. Not much but maybe a distraction. Her heart raced. It hadn’t raced like this since… well ever. She reached over and laid into the horn. Two of the men flinched, one turned towards the car and glared at her. She kept her hand on the horn. Perhaps someone would hear and come to help them.
Before the guy had time to turn back towards Hunter, a large shape came charging in to view. Before she could react, Charles, the bouncer had downed two of the shady characters and was in the midst of punching the third. The man’s head snapped sideways as Charles’ large fist caught him in the face. The man’s knees buckled, and he collapsed to the pavement.
Erika quickly got out of the car and ran barefoot to Hunter. “Are you alright? I was so scared.”
“I’m fine.” Hunter glanced at the three men and then to Charles. “Thank you, Charles.”
“I’m just glad I caught sight of them following you.” Charles was checking out the back of his hand. “There have been reports of some creeps mugging people in the area over the past few weeks. I think we have them.” He looked down at the men. One was clutching his leg which looked like it might have been broken. Charles turned to Erika. “Good job using the horn.”
“I was too scared.” She admitted. “I didn’t know what else to do.
“Are you alright?” Hunter asked Erika.
“Of course, I’m alright. I was in the car. You’re the one who was almost killed.” For some strange reason her fright had turned to anger. She didn’t know why she was directing it at Hunter. He didn’t choose to be in this situation.
“You two get out of here.” Charles directed. “I’ll call the cops.”
“Don’t we need to stay to give a statement or something?” Erika asked.
Charles looked at Hunter then to Erika. “We don’t want this splashed all over the tabloids now, do we?”
Erika glanced at Hunter then to Charles sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t think about that.”
“One of the downfalls to being a celeb.” Hunter explained. “Thanks again Charles. I’d…we’d probably be heading to the hospital if you hadn’t shown up.”
The two clasped hands then Hunter guided Erika back into the car. He quickly got in as Charles was dialing the police.
“You broke my leg.” One of the goons complained.
Hunter pulled out and quickly fled the scene.
Once they were a few blocks away, he pulled the car over and put it into park.
“Are you sure, you are alright?” he asked. “All I could think about was how I was going to explain this to your mother.”
Erika’s body flushed with pleasure. She’d never had a guy concerned about her safety like that. Tricia had defended her sure. But is was more of a friend defending a friend. “I’m just glad Charles was able to get there before those goons were able to lay a hand on you.”
Hunter looked down. His hands were shaking. Was it fear or adrenaline? “I’m so glad you are alright.” He clasped his hands together trying to keep them from shaking.
Erika took his hands in hers and held them. “You were so brave confronting them like that.” She told him. She raised his hands and kissed them. “Thank you for not running off and leaving me there.”
Hunter looked at her with a new, strange look. “I could never. I would never leave anyone in a situation like that.” Unexpectedly Erika found his lips pressing firmly against hers. His tongue flicked across her lips in askance and she parted them in answer. His hands left hers and cupped both cheeks as if directing all over face towards his.
It felt like the kiss lasted for hours, then again, it stopped too soon as he pulled away. “I’m so glad that you are alright.” He stated yet again. He checked his mirrors and pulled out into traffic. At the next light, she found his hand resting on her thigh. It sent delightful shivers up her spine.
Instead of pulling into the valet at the hotel, Hunter parked the silver Aston Martin in the lot. He turned off the engine and looked at Erika. “I don’t want this night to end.” He stated.
“Neither do I.” She admitted.
“You’re leaving tomorrow and I’m leaving in a few days.” He stated the obvious. “Do you know if you are coming back to Hollywood?”
Erika shook her head. “I was supposed to have left yesterday as it is.”
She leaned to meet his lips. They were so addicting. She could feel her own lips swell with blood. He smelled amazing and tasted even better. She didn’t know what was happening with her own gender preferences, but one thing was for sure. At the moment, she preferred him.
They were both gasping as they parted and then went in for round two, hungrily and passionately.
By the time Erika had noticed the time on the dash, the windows of Hunter’s car were steamed up.
Erika pulled away. “I need to go.” She whispered hating the words even as they exited her mouth. “I need to go before my mother initiates a search party.”
Hunter bit his lower lip. “I know.” He murmured. “You just feel so good.”
“You too.” She put her hand on the door handle. She leaned in and kissed him again. She definitely did not want to leave his car.
She groaned as she opened the door. “Thank you, Hunter.” She said. “I had, well… the time of my life the past few days. Meeting you, hanging out with you. Kissing you.” The last two words were a whisper.
“Let me drive you to the front door.” Hunter pleaded.
Erika nodded and closed the door. Hunter started the car and pulled around to the valet.
Erika leaned in yet again. Could she ever get enough of him? She feathered her lips across his. “Thank you.”
She opened the door and the valet gave her a hand as she stood up. She grabbed her sparkly shoes and walked barefoot towards the front door. Just about to reach it, she turned around and caught Hunter’s winning smile. The warmth from that smile warmed her soul. She blew him a kiss and turned to go to her hotel room.
--o0o—
Erika stirred at her soup with her spoon not even realizing what she was doing. How could she miss someone so much having only spent a day and a few hours together?
“You need to eat, young lady.” Her mother scolded.
“I know.” Erika sighed. “It just doesn’t taste all that great.”
“You need to get him out of your head and start concentrating on getting caught up on your schoolwork when you get home.”
Erika sighed as she watched as another jet took off with a roar. They had an hour before they were to board their flight home.
Hunter may have dropped her off in time for her curfew, but the two kept up a steady stream of texts late into the night. Mostly conversations that went nowhere, and they weren’t speaking, but it was comforting getting those texts.
“You were up too late last night.” Her mother commented.
Erika yawned again and nodded in answer. She was about to ask how she knew, but one look at her ponytail, rumpled clothes and missing makeup could tell anyone that even without her constant yawning.
Erika took a bite of the soup and wished it was a Pinks hotdog. It was bland airport fare. She took a few more large bites then pushed it away. “I love this weather.” She told her mother. “Do you think we’ll be coming back anytime soon?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’ll depend upon your photoshoot and who else will want you to model for them.”
“I know it’s dumb, but I’m going to miss In-n-Out.”
Her mother smiled.
Erika kept checking her phone hoping for another text from Hunter. She already text her friends that she was arriving late tonight and that she’d probably be at school tomorrow.
“Mom? Could you see if I can get in to see Dr. Barts in the next few days?”
Her mother raised an eyebrow at her. “Seriously?”
Erika nodded.
“Is there something you want to talk to me about?”
Erika shook her head. “I just have some questions for her.”
“Okay,” Her mother sat silent for a moment then excused herself. “I’ll be right back.”
Erika checked her phone again with a sigh and then swiped through her photos of her and Hunter. Who would have predicted this even a few days ago? Before the Tommy Kincaid charity, she was a star-struck young woman.
She half cringed, half laughed remembering how she reacted when she first met Hunter. Now? Well, now she was starting to think that she was in love with him. ‘Erika Allyson’ she thought to herself. She shook that thought out of her head. As soon as he finds out that she isn’t a genetic girl, he’ll not want anything to do with her. Maybe she should cut off their relationship now. It’ll save them both heartache if and when that time would come. She wanted to cry. She knew she should tell him, but she didn’t want to experience the hurt and rejection once he knew.
Her mother returned to the table and sat silently for a moment. “I scheduled you an appointment with Dr. Barts day after tomorrow.”
“Thank you, mom.”
Her mother just nodded. Erika felt a little guilty not talking with her mother about all that was going on in her head, but her reactions in the not so distant past kind of kept her distant from her mother with some regards. Dr. Barts as much as Erika hated seeing a shrink, would have a non-biased opinion of what she wanted to talk about. Dr. Barts gained at least a little trust in her.
Soon they were on their plane and Erika was ready for a much-needed nap. She plugged in her headphones and put the seat back, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep among the clouds.
--o0o—
It was late by the time her dad pulled the car back up to their rented condo. The cold air definitely had a sharp bite in it as she carried her bags from the car to the house.
The familiar smell of their house hit her almost physically. She had only been gone a few days and the aroma of being homemade her want to cry with gladness. She took some deep breaths as she pulled off her shoes and shucked her coat.
“Are you planning to go to school tomorrow?” her father asked.
Erika sighed heavily. “Yes.”
“Set your alarm. It’s good to have you home, love.” Her father gave her a big squeeze. “Sleep tight.”
“Erika trudged into her room with her overly stuffed suitcase. Before she did anything else, she needed to hang her new dresses to work some of the wrinkles out. She piled all of her dirty clothes in the dirty hamper and made a half-hearted attempt at putting the rest of them away before climbing into bed.
Erika’s alarm went off way too early. She turned it off and fell back to sleep. A second alarm went off ten minutes later. She groaned and felt like she was moving underwater as she got ready for school.
“Are you almost ready?” Her mother called. “I’ll take you in?”
Erika realized that she hadn’t let Samantha know that she was planning on attending school today. “Just a few minutes.” She brushed on her mascara.
Erika finally emerged from her room wearing skinny jeans and a sweater. She was already missing the warmth of Los Angeles. “Ready.” She moaned. “Are you cold too?”
Her mother nodded. “It was nice getting some sun wasn’t it?”
Erika nodded as she poured her coffee and grabbed a bagel that her mother had already prepared for her. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Erika text both Tricia and Samantha that she was on her way. She was tired, but that she was coming. She arrived to find them waiting outside school for her. Tricia wearing a pink wig and Samantha in a knit hat. The rest of them cocooned in winter wear.
Just yesterday I was in a light skirt and tank top. Erika thought wistfully.
She wasn’t prepared for the squeals or bombardment of both of them hugging her at the same time.
“I wasn’t gone that long.” Erika squeezed them back. It was nice to be missed.
“You looked so amazing on T.V.” Samantha gushed. “You were so natural.”
“Anything but.” Erika protested. “I wasn’t prepared for them to ask me questions let alone know my name.”
“You were fantastic!” Tricia agreed. “Who all did you meet? Other than Hunter Allyson that is.”
“Can we get out of this cold?” Erika asked. “I’ve been basking in sun and weather in the upper seventies for the past few days.”
“Lucky.” Samantha joined her in entering the school building.
The pumped in heat felt good compared to the bite outside. She was still a bit cold, but she figured that it would take a few days to adjust.
“Well?” Tricia prompted. “Tell us about your trip.”
“Bitch.” Taylor sneered as she passed them in the hall.
“Crap.” Erika looked to Samantha. “She still pissed.”
Samantha nodded. “She isn’t the only one. Several others from the Rally and a couple from the Cheer squad are upset. They don’t know the details only that something went down between you, Taylor and Melinda.”
“I was trying to do something right.” Erika complained.
“I know.” Samantha agreed. She gave Erika’s arm a squeeze showing physical support.
The school bell rang drowning out all noise for a few seconds. “I’ll have to tell you all about it later.” Erika promised. She could leave some of the more intimate details out. They didn’t need to know about those.
The three friends walked in to home room to stares and whispers.
“Hey Hollywood.” Jake greeted Erika.
“What do you want, Jake?” Erika nearly groaned. Really? Hollywood?
“Saw you on T.V.” he stated. “You were looking hot.”
“Thanks Jake.” She took her seat. “So, did you fall in love with any Hollywood stars?”
Erika’s heart stopped. She could feel her face heat up. She hoped she wasn’t blushing as much as she felt she was. Could he know about Hunter? No. She hadn’t told anyone.
“OMG.” Tricia hissed. “You did.”
“No.” Erika’s heart felt like it was fluttering like a hummingbird.
“You’re blushing.” Samantha pointed out.
“She got to hang out with Hunter Allyson.” Tricia told Jake.
Jake whistled. “Hunter Allyson. Isn’t he that nerdy guy from that one show?”
“You know who he is, Jack ass.” Tricia returned.
“Tricia, Language.” Mrs. Anderson called out.
It was only then that Erika realized that the whole class was not only watching her but listening as well.
Mrs. Anderson finished taking role. “Most of us saw you attend the Tommy Kincaid Charity.” She began. “Who did you meet? What did you do?”
“Well.” Erika’s voice squeaked. “Now?”
“I’m not going to be able to teach anyone in this class today as long as you are in the spotlight. So, you may as well spill it.”
Erika really didn’t like this kind of undivided attention. It made her flashback to the duct tape and flag pole. She swallowed, then cleared her throat. “My mother and I took a limo to the gala.” She began. “I had no idea that I was going to be on T.V. My agent didn’t inform me.”
“Oooh, you have an agent?” Jake was being snarky.
Erika ignored him. “You all saw me make a fool of myself in the interview. Once inside, I was introduced to Hunter Allyson by my Agent. Hunter was kind enough to introduce me to many celebs at the gala.”
“Are you really going to be in Teen Magazine?” someone asked.
“I hope so.” Erika shrugged. I spent most of the day, Monday, doing a photo shoot for it.”
“How did you get invited to the gala?” someone else asked.
“My Agent, Hal Winters, is also Tommy Kincaid and Michelle Grayson’s Agent.”
“Who did you meet?” Tricia and Mrs. Anderson spoke at once.
“I met Jacklyn and saw Amanda Erins,” Erika began going down the list. She felt like it was name dropping, but these people really wanted to know. Even Jake seemed interested. “Oh, and I made friends with Cassandra Steward, Brock Steward’s Daughter. She plays bass in a band called Purple Mischief.”
“I’ve actually heard of them.” A goth girl spoke up. Erika didn’t know her name. “They are a bit mainstream but pretty good.”
“I liked them.” Erika smiled at her. “I went to listen to them play at a nightclub night before last.
“What else happened?” Tricia prompted.
Erika dropped her gaze and flushed again.
“What?” Samantha and Tricia both urged.
“I had a seizure.” Erika admitted. “I spent the rest of the night in the hospital.”
Jake had a good laugh at that. A few other students in the class could be heard snickering as well.
“That’s enough, Jake.” Mrs. Anderson reprimanded. “Unless you want to visit the principal? Erika’s medical condition is not a laughing matter.”
Jake’s laughter didn’t stop, but he pressed his lips together to keep it quiet. His eyes sparkled as he looked at Erika.
“Well, that sounded like a pretty eventful evening.” Mrs. Anderson wrapped things up. “Now can I do my job and try to inject some knowledge into your bowls of mush called brains?” She finally started the day’s lesson.
“Seriously? You had a seizure?” Tricia’s voice was full of concern. “You didn’t text me that.”
“You know how I get after a seizure.” Erika told her. “Besides it was very late at night even without the time zone changes.”
Samantha just stared at her shaking her head.
“What?” Erika finally asked.
“It’s just so surreal.” She sighed. “Last summer you couldn’t walk in heels or put on makeup and now you’re modeling for national magazines. It’s just really hard to believe sometimes.”
“Tell me about it.” Erika muttered.
Victoria approached Erika hesitantly as she was walking to the cafeteria.
Erika looked at her friend. “You said you wouldn’t unless I gave permission.”
“I know.” Victoria acknowledged. “I won’t. But could you at least read it first?”
“Did you email it to me?” Erika asked. “I haven’t really had a chance to look at my account.
“Yes.” Victoria confirmed.
Erika stiffened as she saw Strange Stephanie glaring at her as they neared her in the hall.
“Freak.” She snarled as they passed.
“Don’t pay any attention to her.” Victoria tried to soothe.
“I am.” Erika stated without emotion.
“What are you talking about?” Victoria demanded.
“You know.” Erika stated. “You had your moment in that club too.”
Victoria looked wounded. “That was before I got to know you.” She tried to defend.
“I know.” Erika gave her a tight smile. “I am a freak though.”
“You are one of the kindest souls I have ever met.” Krystal joined them with Jorge. “You were one of my very first champions this last summer. You believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself.”
“That was mostly Rachel.” Erika stated. “I just went along for the ride.
“Hardly.” Krystal scoffed.
The girls lined up in the line to get whatever lunch they were serving. Erika was suddenly knocked hard on the shoulder and stumbled forward.
“Watch it Bitch.” Taylor growled as she walked by.
Flashbacks of being tripped in the halls, slammed against lockers and spit upon flooded Erika’s mind.
“Seriously?” Victoria called after Taylor. “That’s how you want to be?”
“That’s why you are off the squad.” Krystal sneered.
“Guys, leave it alone.” Erika took a deep breath and pushed all the horrible memories out of her mind. “She has every right to be mad at me.”
“No, she doesn’t.” Krystal was staring off after Taylor. “She made her choice. Now she has to live with it.”
“If you let me publish the article.” Victoria told Erika. “This would probably stop.”
“If you publish the article, it may get worse.” Erika countered. “Look what happened at Adams High with Allie and Annie Wilson.”
“That was an isolated incident.” Victoria protested.
“You didn’t see them being ostracized at church.” Erika shook her head. “It is not ‘just isolated incidents. I just want people to leave me alone and treat me like I’m normal.”
“You’re a freaking model, Erika. There’s nothing normal about you.” Victoria stated. Krystal and Jorge nodded in agreement.
“Why would you want to be normal?” Tricia joined them wearing her pink wig and a pink dress to match.
“If you experienced what I experienced the last couple of years, you’d want to blend into the background too.”
Tricia punched Erika in the arm. “Stop it!” she demanded. “You can be the most self-suffering downer sometimes. You had a rough couple of years, we get it. You changed this last summer, you blossomed. You’ve become amazing. You spent the weekend doing what most girls could only dream about. You walked a red carpet, met celebs and spent the day with freaking Hunter Allyson.” Tricia was on a roll. “You really need to get over …” She lowered her voice. “the plague. Half of the girls in this school are jealous of you and the other half wish that they were you.”
Erika looked skeptical. They wouldn’t think that if they knew what she truly was.
The girls took their trays of food and sat down at the table with Samantha.
“Hey. What’s going on?” Samantha greeted.
“Dummy here was feeling sorry for herself again.” Tricia pointed to Erika.
“Taylor was causing problems.” Victoria elaborated.
“Hopefully she’ll get over it.” Samantha sighed. She took a drink and looked at Erika. “You haven’t elaborated much on your trip. What did you get to see?”
“I want to know how your day with Hunter went.” Victoria leaned in.
Erika described the warm weather and the palm trees. She told them about shopping on Rodeo with Brook and the photo shoots with Clyde. The amazing clothes that she modeled and got to bring home as well as the amazing dinner Chef created for her with Hunter and her mother. She was about to tell them about meeting up with Cass later when the bell rang ending lunch.
“See you after school?” Erika asked Tricia and Samantha.
“I’ve got Cheer.” Samantha told her.
“I’m still on the Dive team and have to be on the best behavior.” Tricia sighed. “Afterwards?”
Erika shrugged.
Tricia took Erika’s hand and pulled her close. She leaned up and feathered her lips across Erika’s. “I’ve missed you terribly.” She whispered to her.
“I missed you too.” Erika responded. She turned and followed Krystal down the hall towards their next class. She enjoyed Tricia’s kiss, but it lacked the excitement, the sparkle of Hunter’s.
“What’s going on in that brain of yours, Erika?” Krystal asked.
Erika shrugged. “Just trying to figure things out.”
A New Beginning
1
Erika couldn’t believe how cold she still felt after returning from Hollywood. She didn’t care for wearing pants. She felt that they were too masculine and preferred the freedom of skirts and dresses, but the cold winter of Constitution had her wearing the dreaded item of clothing.
She placed her cold fingers in the folds of her pink sweater under her arms. The sweater was just the outermost layer of clothing. Under it she wore a white T-shirt and under that a pink camisole. Those, along with the breast forms and bra helped keep her upper body warm. Her white jeans, adorned with sequins and clear gems, she wore over some white tights. Her toes were thankful for the warm, thick socks and the light gray leather boots that hugged her calves.
“Erika?” Dr. Barts called from the door.
Erika smiled and rose in the manner that she had seen Brook. She wasn’t quite as graceful as Brook yet, but she had been practicing that one move in particular.
Erika smiled at Dr. Barts as she entered her office.
“You look amazing.” Dr. Barts greeted.
“Thank you.” Erika took her customary seat.
“Your mother was quite pleased when you asked to come see me.” Dr. Barts took a seat and pulled out her notes. “How have you been?”
“Pretty good for the most part.” Erika stated. “I’ve had a few things happen that I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh?” Dr. Barts raised an eyebrow. Erika first came kicking and screaming to these sessions, and it had been like pulling teeth to get her to open up. Now she was wanting to talk. This was a big step forward.
“I had an incident with a team mate.” Erika started. She told Dr. Barts of what went down between her and Taylor as well as Melinda. “I was just trying to make things right and I still got it wrong.”
“Who says that you got it wrong?” Dr. Barts asked.
“Everyone.” Erika shrugged. “Samantha, obviously Taylor.
“It sounds to me that you did what you thought was best, but you just didn’t get the results you had hoped for.” Dr. Barts smiled at her. “You’re taking the initiative in trying to right what you perceived as wrong is a big step. One that you wouldn’t have taken a year ago.”
Erika nodded agreement. Of course, Eric would never have joined the Rally squad in the first place, but she understood where Dr. Barts was coming from.
“This is a pretty mundane predicament.” Dr. Barts held Erika’s gaze. “What else did you come to see me for?”
Erika took a deep breath. Sometimes Dr. Barts was to perceptive. She was kind of glad of that now. “I’ve had some strange things happen lately.” She said. “I… I kissed a guy and I liked it. Not only did I like it, I like him. I am attracted to him.” She found herself curling up on the couch almost to fetal position. “I’ve never been attracted to boys, ever. But when I’m with him? He makes me feel… special, feminine… amazing.” She smiled at the memories of her time with Hunter.
“Does this boy know about you?” Dr. Barts asked.
Erika shook her head. “I’ve kind of danced around the topic. My mom told him that I was a tomboy. He knows that I had a brain tumor and that I occasionally have a seizure, but he doesn’t know about my being Trans.”
“So, he treated you like a girl without knowing that you hadn’t always been one.” Dr. Barts stated.
“Yes, but others have too.” She quickly told Dr. Barts about Julian and her occasions with Jake. “Hunter just treated me so different, It wasn’t just that.” She went on. “I was honestly attracted to him. I haven’t been that attracted to anyone since well since Samantha.”
“What about your current girlfriend?” Dr. Barts inquired.
“I love her.” Erika affirmed. “I just don’t feel with her what I feel with Hunter.”
Dr. Barts put down her pad of notes and gave Erika a genuine smile. Erika realized that she was no longer in fetal position but sitting upright again.
“You’ve been taking your hormones, right?”
Erika nodded.
“Many Trans people, not all, begin to become attracted to the opposite gender after they’ve been taking hormones.” She explained. “The hormones along with the treatment they receive from the opposite gender… well, your brain starts to kind of reprogram.”
Erika nodded understanding. “So, it is possible that the hormones are partially a cause.” It was a statement not a question.
Dr. Barts smiled with a nod. “How does that make you feel?”
“A bit better.” Erika admitted. “I’ve been really confused the past few days.”
--o0o—
Bundled up in her overcoat, Erika walked with her mother out to the car.
“Did you get what you needed?” her mother inquired.
Erika nodded. “I was trying to figure out how I could be attracted to Hunter.” She opened up to her mother. “Dr. Barts explained that it is partially the HRT.
“That is interesting.” Her mother started up the car. “I have to admit, he is a very attractive guy.”
“Mom!”
Her mother smiled. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up. You’ll need to tell him about what you are going through. He might not want to continue a relationship with you after.”
Erika’s high after talking with Dr. Barts dropped. Her mother was right. A Hollywood leading man wouldn’t want to be seen dating a Transgender girl. It could ruin his career.
Erika was quiet on the way home. It had been hard enough telling friends about her, how would it be telling Hunter? Just because he seemed like a great guy didn’t mean that he would take finding out that she was Trans well. If she came right out and told him, she risked losing him, but then again, if she didn’t tell him and he found out, she would definitely lose him.
Telling him would be the best option, but how? Samantha knew from the beginning, Tricia knew and didn’t care. Some of the girls in the cabin at Camp Kumoni were hesitant. Like Victoria who at one point was going to out her. Luckily Victoria had changed her mind about Erika. Telling her mother was one of the hardest things she had done. At camp, she had the support of her cabin mates with that and her mother thought it would be a passing phase. She and her mother had had some rough times of the past few months, but she was starting to feel closer to her mother than she had since she was a little boy.
“Do you have homework?” her mother asked when she parked the car.
Erika nodded. “Yes. I’m still trying to catch up from what I missed while in California.”
Once she was safely in her room, Erika pulled out her laptop and set to work. She was halfway through writing an essay when her phone rang.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was Hunter.
“Hey.” She greeted.
“Hey yourself.” It was so good to hear Hunter’s voice. “What are you up too? It isn’t too late there is it?”
“No. Just working on an essay for school.”
“Yuck.”
“It’s not too bad.
“I had to call.” Hunter stated. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
Erika felt giddy. Hunter had been thinking of her. Maybe almost as much as she had been thinking of him.
“I fly to Sao Palo tomorrow.” Hunter reminded. “I’m not sure of the phone coverage or wifi capabilities while I’m there and needed to hear your voice again.”
Oh my God he was so sweet.
“I was just talking about you to a friend today.” Erika didn’t need to tell him that it was Dr. Barts.
“Hopefully it was good stuff.”
“Most of it.”
“I really enjoyed spending time with you while you were here.” Hunter told her. “After I get done in Brazil, perhaps we can spend some time together again?”
“That would be fun.” She didn’t want to sound too needy. She needed to tell him but telling a possible boyfriend that you were Trans just wasn’t something one did over the phone. “You’ll be gone for a month?”
“Yea. Hopefully, if all goes well, sooner. Oh, I saw Cass yesterday. She said to say ‘hi’.”
“That was nice.” Erika returned. “Let her know I said ‘Hi’ back. And that I really like her and her music.”
“Okay. Say, when is your spring break?”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead.” Erika admitted. “I’ve been busy with school and of course my trip.”
“Let me know when it is. Perhaps I can fly out to Constitution and visit.”
Hunter wanted to fly to Constitution? To spend time with her? She flushed at the thought of someone liking her that much.
“That would be cool, but there really isn’t much to do around here.” She told the truth. It would still be quite cold and if someone wanted to do something around Constitution, they would go elsewhere.
“Just hanging out with you would be enough.”
Erika’s heart really did skip a beat then. Memories of him flooded not just her mind, but her body as well. Hunter holding her on the beach. Of his chest trembling under her fingers, of his lips feathering across hers. Was it possible for one’s body to physically miss someone?
“You can introduce me to your friends. Perhaps go bowling or something.” He suggested.
“Bowling?” Erika questioned.
“Sure. Most towns have bowling alleys, right?”
Erika giggled. “I didn’t take you as much of a bowler.”
“I’m not, but as long as we’d be together, who cares.”
The two made small talk for half an hour more. Just hearing one another’s voice was fantastic. She knew she had missed him, but the conversation confirmed that she had.
-o0o-
“You got some mail from Mr. Winters.” Her mother told her at the dinner table. She handed Erika an envelope.
Erika tore into it and held up a letter and a check. She glanced over the letter, it was had a lot to do with business and numbers, she handed it to her father. She took a look at the check and gasped.
“What is it?” her mother asked.
Erika held the check out for her mother to see.
“Holy Crap!” her mother swore.
“I know, right?” Erika was still trying to wrap her head around the figure printed on it.
“This will need to go to your college fund.” Her mother stated.
“All of it?” Erika whined.
“No.” her father entered the conversation. “I think we should put a third of it aside for future business expenses. “Mr. Winters isn’t going to pay for your flights out to Hollywood or put you up in hotels for free.”
Her mother nodded.
“Right now, I think ten percent is more than enough for what you need.”
Erika quickly did the math in her head. That would still give her plenty of money to buy new clothes, eat out or perhaps buy a new laptop.
“This is from Teen Magazine?” her mother questioned.
Her father looked up from the letter and nodded.
Her mother looked at Erika. “I think this means that you made the cover.”
Erika was beside her self. The cover? She, a new model, let alone a new girl, was on the cover of Teen Magazine? It was a national magazine. Girls all over the nation were going to be seeing her. This was crazy. She was just Erika. A Trans girl who just started her transition. Last year she was still a boy, now she was a model on the cover of Teen magazine? Samantha was the pretty one. She was the blonde beauty. How could it be possible that she, Erika, could be the one? It was just too surreal.
Part of her wanted to scream, the other to rush to the phone, to tell Samantha and Hunter, oh and Tricia. The problem was that Hunter was out of reach for the moment.
The thought that she was more excited to tell Hunter than Tricia was suddenly bothering her. She loved Tricia, but she loved Hunter too. Dr. Barts had said that the hormones that she was taking could make her more inclined to be attracted towards men. Was it the hormones? She had after all kissed Jake and it wasn’t horrible. And one of those times was before she had started hormones. In that case, it could have been the egg-nog, couldn’t it?
--o0o—
Erika pulled the white tights up over her calves and thighs. The nylon hugged her legs, feeling like a second skin. It was still quite cold out, but she was tired of wearing pants. She missed the freedom and feel of her skirts and dresses. She stepped into a wool straight skirt and tucked in a white blouse into the waist before zipping it up. She scrunched her curls and spritzed them with a bit of hair spray before slipping her feet into boots.
“That’s cute.” Her mother greeted with coffee and toast.
“I got the skirt from one of the photo shoots.” Erika spun for her mother’s approval.
“I might have to borrow it.” Her mother smiled.
Erika glared at her. “Seriously?”
“Just saying.” Her mother shrugged
Samantha should be there anytime to pick her up for school. Erika chowed down on her toast and drank her coffee as quickly as she dared. Her phone rang, it was Samantha.
“We have a problem.” Samantha said without greeting.
“What is it?” Erika asked.
“Your signs, and billboards have been vandalized all over town.”
“What do you mean?” Erika’s heart sank. Again? She thought.
“Everyone that I’ve seen, busses, billboards and bus stops have been spray painted. You’re not going to like this.” Samantha explained. “They all have been painted with ‘Tranny’.
Erika’s heart stopped. She tried to grab ahold of the counter as her knees buckled but her body wouldn’t react. Her butt hit the floor with a thud as the world around her began to fade before her eyes.
“Erika?” her mother was over her. “Erika, are you, all right? Did you just seize? Erika?”
Erika could hear Samantha’s voice coming faintly through her cell. She couldn’t make out the words, just her worried voice.
“Mom! Erika wailed.”
“What happened? What is it?” her mother’s voice was full of concern.
Tears flooded from Erika’s eyes. “Mom.” She wailed.
Her mother picked up the phone. “What happened, Samantha?” She asked.
Erika’s mother’s face grew ashen as she heard what Samantha had told her. “How many?” she asked. “I see.”
“No, go ahead and come here first.” She hung up Erika’s phone, pulled out her own and dialed. “John, someone has vandalized Erika’s billboards with ‘Tranny’. I hear that they tagged more than one. Bus stops, and others too. I’ve got her here. Yes. Yes. Okay.”
“Your father is calling the ad agency.” She told Erika.
“I can’t go to school, now.” Erika wailed. “I can’t.”
“You can’t hide from this either.” Her mother’s voice gained an edge. “You knew that people finding out was a possibility. Now you’re going to have to face it.”
The front door burst open and Samantha flew around the corner and into the main living area. “I am so sorry.” She fell to Erika’s side. “We’ll find who did this and make them pay.
Erika looked up at her best friend. “We already have an idea who is behind this.” She wanted to sob some more. “How can we make them pay? Huh? It’s just going to start all over.”
“We don’t know for sure that it was one of them.” Samantha helped Erika to her feet. “We need to get you cleaned up and to school.”
“What?” Erika wailed. “I can’t go there now.”
“You have to.” Samantha directed. “And you have to show that this vandalism doesn’t bother you.”
“What?”
“You can be angry, but you cannot, and I mean it, you cannot let them see that you are upset over it. Everyone will know that it is true if you don’t show at school. You need to refute it, deny it. Make them question the validity of it.”
“Easy for you to say.” Erika was pushed into her bathroom.
“Or…” Samantha ran some water to clear away racoon eyes and smudged makeup. “You can come out of the closet and act like it is no big deal. Own it.”
Erika stared at Samantha, her eyes giant saucers.
“It’s your choice.” Samantha stated. “I’ll support you either way.”
Erika’s eyes looked at her reflection. Memories of the treatment of ‘the plague’ flashed through her memories. People treating her differently. She just wanted to be treated normal. Was that too much to ask?
“I can’t. I’m not ready.” She shook her head, her fringe swayed and bounced just above her eyes.
“Then you must be an actress and pretend that this doesn’t bother you, as if it is a lie.” Samantha instructed. “You have to look amazing and like you don’t care.”
“I have a hard-enough time acting like that on a good day.” Erika protested. “How am I going to do that today?”
Samantha looked at her. “If you don’t? they will win. Come on, lets make you look fabulous.” Samantha helped Erika with her makeup. “Ignore your phone.” Samantha told her. Mine’s been blowing up all morning.
“You decided to go to school after all?” her mother questioned as the two friends emerged from Erika’s room.
Erika nodded. “I’ve got to.”
“Do you want me to call the school?” her mother asked.
Erika thought for a moment. “No. I need to try to do this on my own.” With Samantha’s help she mentally added.
On our way. Erika text Tricia as they started off.
Tricia: Did you hear about your billboards?
Erika: Yes. Going to try and ignore them.
Tricia: Ready and waiting. Remember you have friends
Erika: I know. I love you.
Victoria text her: My phone is blowing up. Should I print the article? I can have it delivered at lunch time.
Erika: No. Meet us in the parking lot in a few minutes.
“Krystal and Jorge want to know what to say.” Samantha told her. “I told them to deny everything for now.”
A few minutes later, Samantha parked her car and the three friends got out, took a deep breath and prepared for the onslaught
A New Beginning
2
Oh My God! My characters and muse have highjacked this story again. I really didn’t plan to take it to where it is going, but you know how stubborn Characters can be sometimes when they wish to write.
“Why are you denying it?” Victoria hissed as she approached.
“I want to do this on my terms.” Erika stated. “Not because a bitter bitch like Taylor or Strange Stephanie forces it.”
“I still think it’s better to just come out with the truth.” Victoria shook her head.
“I will and you can run your article.” Erika told her friend, “But not today.”
“Remember.” Samantha told her for the hundredth time. “You can not let them see you weaken. Let it roll off like water on a duck.
The analogy brought back memories of Liberty the black duckling from Camp Kumoni Erika nodded.
“You are a smart, sexy woman.” Tricia squeezed Erika’s hand. Her physical assurance was comforting. “Worse case scenario, you can just lift your dress and show them your gaffe. No one will know enough to question you after that.” She giggled.
“You are so vulgar sometimes.” Victoria frowned at Tricia. She turned to Erika. “She has a point though.”
“Remember.” Samantha told her. “Put it back on them to decide.”
The four friends entered the school building. The talking that filled the front hall silenced. Students all looked and stared at the four, especially Erika.
“Seriously?” Samantha said loudly. She started forward as if nothing was wrong, Erika and the others joining her.
The students started talking again but softer.
“Is it true?” a guy’s voice called.
Erika ignored him for a few steps, her heart raced. She hoped that she wasn’t blushing. She stopped, the others stopping as well. “What do you think?” She called out to no one in particular. She flipped her long curls and continued.
“Good job.” Samantha whispered for her ears only.
“Fucking Tranny.” Taylor called as she and a few others in her posse walked by.
“Immature Bitch.” Tricia called back.
“You got yourself kicked off Rally, Taylor. “Stop trying to smear Erika because of your choice.” Jorge added.
“You’re doing good.” Samantha whispered. “Keep cool.”
Erika stuttered a step or two when she saw her locker. It too had been spray painted with derogatory words and terms. Even rough crude images of penises had been scrawled onto the outside. A janitor was working with a spray bottle and a rag to try and clean it off.
“Is this your locker?” he asked as they approached.
Erika nodded. ‘The plague’ was running around in her head. She took a few deep breaths to suppress not only the tears but to keep her from falling apart in memories of last year.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I’ll have this filth cleaned up soon. Looks like I may have to paint over it.” He said. “Do you need anything out of it?”
“A few books.” Erika nodded.
He stepped away. For Erika to open her locker. She took a deep breath and hesitantly opened it anticipating the worse. She was almost disappointed when nothing happened, nothing was rigged, and nothing filled her locker except her on school books and personal items.
“That’s a relief.” Krystal sighed. Tricia and Victoria agreed with nods.
“Tranny!” another voice called but it was lost down the hall amongst the other students like a coward.
“You will burn in hell, you perverted filth.” Strange Stephanie sneered as she skittered by.
That, Erika was expecting. That she didn’t have to pretend to handle. She had made her piece with Strange Stephanie’s betrayal after the fight with Tricia.
One of the cheerleaders approached, nervously. “Is it true?” She asked Erika although her eyes took in all of them. Are you a… a…. you know?”
“What do you think?” Erika scoffed.
“Taylor is just retaliating after being asked to leave the Rally squad.” Samantha told her cheer team mate.
The Cheerleader didn’t look satisfied with the answer but gave Erika a smile and walked on.
“This is going to get old, quick.” Victoria sighed.
“Just for now.” Erika turned to Victoria. “My terms, not theirs.”
Victoria put up her hands. “Fine. I’m just saying.”
“I know.” Erika nodded. “Just not yet.”
“We have to get to class.” Jorge took Krystal’s hand. “See you later.”
Samantha, Tricia and Erika walked into homeroom. A silence fell over the room like it did in the front hall. All eyes were on her as she walked to her seat. Jake looked at her and without a smile. He didn’t even make a smart-ass remark as she passed him to her seat. She dropped her books on her desk loudly then swept a hand over the back of her dress, smoothing it under her bottom as she sat.
Jake looked at her and opened his mouth to say something then shut it. He licked his lips and tried it again. “So, Erika.” He was nervous. “That rumor going around… is there… any truth to it?” he managed.
Erika’s heart was pounding. “Why Jake.” She added a lilt to her voice and batted her eyes at him. “You of all people would know the truth, right?” She then lowered it back to normal and glanced at everyone staring at them in the classroom. “What do you seriously think?”
A smile slowly slid across Jake’s face. He chuckled, then laughed. The tension in the classroom began to relax. But people still whispered.
“Erika?” Mrs. Anderson entered the class. “The office would like you to head down there.”
“What for?” Erika asked. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
The instructor shrugged. “I was just told to send you down.”
Erika stood and practically calmly walked out of class even though her heart was anything but calm.
The halls were quiet now, everyone having made it to class for first bell. What could the office want with her? She was the one who’s reputation was being quite literally smeared all over town. She entered the office and was told to have a seat.
She sat there her anxiety building, her heart speeding up only for her to control her breathing and slow it back down. Whatever happened, she could deal with it. She had too.
“Erika? The principal finally called from the door. Erika got up and walked in and took a seat.
“Hello, Erika.” The principal greeted as she slid around her desk. “It’s good to see you feeling more comfortable in your own skin.” She smiled. “at the beginning of the year, I wasn’t so sure you’d make it this long.”
“It was a bit rough.” Erika agreed. “I’m sure lots of teenagers go through things similar.”
The principal nodded. “You do cause quite a bit of drama though.” She went on. “Last year, problems with the football team, being harassed and bullied.” She looked through pages in her file. “This year, enrolling under a false name, changing your gender without your parents even knowing. A brain tumor and surgery… how is that going by the way?”
“Fine, I guess.” Erika’s heart was pounding louder and louder. She wished the principal would just get to the point.
“Your unfortunate seizures, that must be a hard one to deal with… Then your issues with the Rally squad and the subsequent fall out.” She looked back up at Erika. “The town let along my school is being vandalized.”
“I…I didn’t’ do it.” Erika defended. “I woke up this morning and was told about it. It’s horrible. Whoever is doing it, even defaced my locker.”
“I know. The janitor informed me that he’d have to repaint it”
“I’m sorry.” Erika crossed her arms in front of her protectively. “but It isn’t my fault.”
“Our phones are ringing off the hook because parents are concerned that you are peaking at their daughters in the bathrooms or while changing in the locker room or at Cheer. Thankfully we already spoke about delaying your taking gym and your changing outside the locker room at Cheer. However, several concerned parents have pulled their daughters out of school and many more want you transferred.” She explained. “The School super-intendent however has advised me that I can’t transfer you or take any action. I am only to reassure those concerned parents that no such behavior is happening at our school.”
“This, constant drama that surrounds you needs to stop.” She told Erika. “Parents are even talking about taking their concerns to the city council.”
“It isn’t my fault.” Erika reiterated. “Someone doesn’t like me for who I am and is causing this.” Her heart was pounding so hard she thought her chest would explode. She could even hear it in her ears. She sat forward in her seat. “I just want to be treated like everyone else.” She put strength into her voice. She could hardly believe that she had such strength. Even a few months ago, she’d have been cowering and crying in this chair. “It is no one’s business what bathroom I use, or how I dress, who I like or… or anything.” She was shocked at what she was saying. The Principal seemed just as shocked. “I just want to be left alone and treated like every other student in the school.” She stood up.
“I’m not responsible for the vandalization of the school, or of the signs and billboards around town. That is the responsibility of whom ever did it. So, if you have nothing else for me. I wish to return to class. I still have to catch up from my business trip.” Erika without looking at the Principal or caring what would happen next, walked out of the office and to the nearest bathroom, her heart racing, her blood boiling and her mind racing.
“Holy shit… holy shit… holy shit.” She told her reflection in the mirror. She wet a few paper towels and tossed her hair to one side and placed the cool towels on the back of her neck. “I can’t believe I just did that.” She told herself. “Oh my God, I’m going to get kicked out of school for sure now… holy shit.”
“You probably should.” A voice sounded from one of the stalls causing Erika to stifle a squeak and turn, big eyed to face Melinda. “I’m surprised the school has bent the rules for you this long.”
Erika just stared at her former Cheer leader.
“You haven’t really broken any rules, just bent them a lot.” Melinda washed her hands. “Look, Erika.” She turned off the water and captured Erika’s gaze. “I don’t have any problem with you personally. I even kind of like you, but rules are in place for a reason and when people like you come along and think that they should have special treatment, that’s when I start to have an issue.”
“I just want to be treated like everyone else.” Erika protested.
“Do you think everyone else can miss as much school and cheer practice and stay on the Cheer squad?” Melinda shook her head. “I was told that because of your brain tumor that I should make allowances. Rally squad had to take up a lot of slack while you were out, it put stress on the team.”
“I did what I could.” Erika protested again. “I drew up all of the posters to help make up for it.”
Melinda dried her hands. “That was nice, and it did help, but it still caused a lot of undue stress on the Cheer and Rally squads. As I said, I don’t have any personal issues with you, Erika. I can’t even start to understand what you have gone through But I am glad that you decided to quit. I just wish I didn’t have to lose another good Rally girl.”
Erika’s already fragile mood was seemed like it was about to break. She steadied herself and took a deep breath to cleanse Melinda’s negativity. “Do you know who is defacing my billboards?”
Melinda thought for a moment. She shook her head “I’m sorry, I don’t. It’s horrible what they have done to our town and school. My guess would be Taylor, but I have nothing to prove that it was her.” She paused before opening the door. “Good luck with finding the vandal that did. If I find anything out, I’ll let you know.” Melinda left Erika alone in the bathroom.
Her heart wasn’t beating as horribly as it was when she entered but she still felt fragile and a bit horrible. She fixed a few errant curls and made sure that her eyeliner wasn’t going to run before going back to class.
“What happened?” Samantha asked after class.
“The principal wanted to blame me for creating ‘drama’ in her school.” Erika growled.
“Seriously? You aren’t the one spray painting the town with nastiness.” Samantha was surprised. “What did you do?”
“I told her to stick it and walked out.” Erika confided.
“You?” Tricia inquired. “You. Erika, stood up to a person of authority?”
Erika bit her lip and nodded.
“Oh my God, I wish I could have been there.” Tricia squeezed her girlfriend. “I want details.”
“At lunch.” Erika promised. “If I don’t get suspended or expelled first.” Erika squeezed her hand before she took off for her next class.
“Did you really tell her to stick it?” Samantha asked as they moved on.
“Not those words, but I told her pretty much to stop singling me out and that I was in no way responsible for the vandalizing.”
“Girl, you’ve got balls.” Samantha smiled, then gave her a knowing wink.
“Look there’s the Tranny.” Someone in a group called as they passed in the halls.
Erika felt her body tense.
“Breathe.” Samantha whispered. “Smile and breathe.”
“Hey Erika.” Julian and Stan approached. “You doing alright?”
Erika nodded. “Yes.”
“Sorry to see someone defaced your billboards.” Stan apologized.
“Are you catching grief here?” Julian asked.
“Just from jealous losers.” Samantha nearly growled.
“I’m just trying to ignore it all.” Erika shrugged. “How are you doing?”
“Good.” Julian smiled. “Listen, if you need anything, a ride home, an escort through the halls? Just let us know.” He glanced at Stan who nodded.
“Thanks, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Erika gave them both a smile.
--o0o—
Erika was sitting in class just before lunch when her phone vibrated. She slid it out of her purse and glanced at it. It was her mother. Erika opened the text.
Mom: I think you should come home. My phone is ringing off the hook. The tabloids have pictures of you and Hunter kissing on the beach in Santa Monica. I’m calling Mr. Winters right now.
If her heart could have stopped it would have. The world faded for just a moment. She groaned and hit her head against her desk. Could this day get any worse?
by Anistasia Allread
Samantha pulled up to the grocery store. Erika ran in and went to the check out stand where they displayed the tabloids.
“Oh my God.” She said aloud. She grabbed the rag and took a closer look. Sure enough, she was wrapped up in Hunter’s bare chest and arms, kissing him. The photo had been taken with a telescopic lens and was a bit fuzzy, but you couldn’t mistake that it was her and Hunter.
She took two deep breaths to try and calm her heart and paid for the rag. She raced out and ducked into Samantha’s car.
“Well?” Samantha questioned.
Erika held out the paper so that Samantha could see the picture. “Oh my God! You and Hunter? What does it say?”
“I don’t know yet. I haven’t read it.” Erika pulled the paper back and opened it. She skimmed through it and started getting to nervous. “You read it.” She told her friend as she thrust the magazine back in her face. “I’m too much of a wreck.”
Samantha began reading.
“Well?” Erika asked.
“Hold on.”
Erika nearly started biting her nails, not that it would have done since she still had the long acrylic ones. Her phone alerted.
Tricia: Where are you and Samantha? Someone said that you drove off
Erika text her back: we had to run an errand, be back soon.
Samantha put down the rag and looked at her friend. “It says that a ‘new and upcoming model, Erika Summers’ was seen spending a day in the arms of one Hunter Allyson.” She paused and shot Erika a huge smile. “It goes on to say that you two spent the day hitting up popular L.A. landmarks and that you two were seen often in intimate positions.” She looked at Erika. “Really? You and Hunter?”
Erika groaned. “I was hoping that what happened in Hollywood would stay in Hollywood. What’s Tricia going to say? She already put up with me kissing Jake, twice.”
“It’s Hunter Allyson.” Samantha cooed. “I’d give you a pass on that. Is he a good kisser?” she went on.
Erika blushed as she nodded. “Yes.” She was remembering his lips against hers. “Way better than Jake.”
“When did you start liking guys?” Samantha queried.
“I think when I was with Hunter.” Erika’s blush deepened. “Jake is a good kisser and all, but Hunter… well he’s Hunter Allyson.”
Samantha handed the tabloid back to Erika and pulled the car out of the parking lot. “Shall we hit up fast food on the way back?”
“Yes. Though I’m not sure if I can eat anything.” Erika looked through the article. Several more pictures of her and Hunter were dotted throughout the article inside. She groaned again. “He tried so hard to keep everything on the downlow.” She stated aloud. We even hid in a cemetery to try and lose the paparazzi.”
“Seriously in a cemetery?” Samantha giggled. “We took our In-n-Out in there.”
“I’m sure you did.” Samantha cackled.
“That’s not what I meant.” Erika fumed. “the burger joint.”
Samantha bit her lip to keep from laughing further.
The girls greedily finished their fast food as they parked back in the school parking lot. Erika pulled out her phone and text Tricia: Meet us in front of the school.
“What am I going to do?” Erika asked her best friend.
Samantha shrugged. “If she hasn’t found out by now, I’m sure she will by tonight.”
“She is going to flip.”
Samantha shrugged. “I still can’t believe you were making out with Hunter Allyson. On the beach no less.”
Erika wanted to be mad at her friend but couldn’t. Her mind instead revisited the memories she stored away of Hunter.
Tricia, Krystal and Jorge stepped out of the front doors of the school as she and Samantha approached.
“What’s going on?” Tricia looked from Erika to Samantha and back to Erika.
Erika took a deep breath and handed Tricia the tabloid.
“What’s this?” Tricia asked taking it.
Erika was silent. Her heart was like a large lead fishing weight. She bit her lip as she watched Tricia’s eyes scan the picture on the front.
“Is this real?” Tricia asked.
Krystal looked from the picture up to Erika as well.
Erika nodded. “It was just a weekend thing.” She tried to explain. “He’s in Brazil for the next month and I live here. He lives in Hollywood.
Tricia tore open the tabloid to read the article. Krystal just looked wide eyed at Erika and shook her head. Jorge looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was.
“You made out with him all day?” Tricia’s voice was raw with anger and hurt.
Erika didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t all day. Just here and there.
“Did you have sex with him too?” She demanded.
“Really?” Erika protested.
“I don’t know you anymore, Erika.” She began sobbing. “I can’t trust you anymore. First there was Julian, then Jake. Now, Hunter Allyson.” She turned away. She tore her pink wig off and started walking quickly down the street.
“I’m sorry,” Erika called after her. “Really, I am. Where are you going?”
“Fuck you, Erika!” Tricia swore. “I’m done! I’m fucking done.”
Erika looked at her other friends. “What do I do?” her voice cracked.
Krystal looked lost. She shrugged and took Jorge’s hand.
“I think she needs some time alone.” Samantha’s heart went out to both of her friends.
Erika just stared after Tricia as she stormed down the street. She knew that feeling. She had done it a few times herself. She betrayed one of her best friends. Her girlfriend. A friend who stood by her time and time again. Her heart felt like it was tearing in two. The look of betrayal on Tricia’s face was something she wouldn’t soon forget.
She could barely make the pink dot of Tricia out through the tears that streamed from her eyes.
“We need to get back to class.” Samantha touched her shoulder.
Erika shook her head. “I can’t.”
“We have too.” She began pulling Erika towards the building. “You have to face Taylor and the others.”
Erika pulled her arm free. “I said, I can’t.” She needed to be alone. She needed to figure out a way to fix this. Why did she ever go to Hollywood in the first place? Who was she kidding, trying to be a model. She was a small town, hick poser. A liar.
“I need to be alone.” Erika wiped tears from her face.
“But Taylor and the vandals?” Samantha persisted.
Erika whirled “I said, I need to be alone!”
Krystal and Jorge were already opening the door to the school.
Samantha threw up her arms. “Fine.”
Erika turned and stormed down the street. New tears flooded her eyes. Tears of hurt, of guilt and of fear of losing her girlfriend.
--o0o—
Erika found herself slipping into church. She was sure Father Daniel was around somewhere, but she didn’t want to necessarily see him right now. She curtsied to the cross and found a seat on a pew a third of the way in.
She was so torn. She loved Tricia, yet she loved Hunter as well. Tricia knew her secret, Hunter did not. Would Hunter cast her aside? Banish her for her trickery?
Would Tricia take her back? It was unlikely. She had been patient with the whole kissing Jake thing, the first time, her drinking was the excuse. Could she really use it as an excuse? She decided that if she hadn’t been drinking, she wouldn’t have kissed Jake. The second time she understood it was for the advertisement that she was modeling for.
Hunter was different. Hunter was because she wanted to. Call it pheromones, call it magnetism, call it whatever you want, Erika was attracted to and wanted to kiss Hunter. If she was fully a girl, she would probably have done more than kiss the Hollywood star.
Her mind went back and forth. She felt horrible for betraying Tricia. Tricia, knowing who and what she was, supported her, helped her taught her and defended her countless times and time after time, Erika betrayed her trust. That hurt, that guilt, it was unbearable. She wanted to do something drastic to stop the pain, to mask it, defer it. She didn’t know what. She wasn’t a cutter. Eric had gotten close to that last year, but Erika couldn’t. She wished Summer was alive. Summer would have been able to help out. Of course if it hadn’t been for Summer’s suicide, Eric might never had gone to Summer camp as Erika with Samantha.
“If you feel like shouting, or screaming it is okay.” A voice sounded beside her. Erika jumped and turned to see Father Daniel. “No one else is here and God won’t mind. I’ve done it plenty of times.”
“Isn’t that sacrilege?” Erika was shocked. She quickly wiped tears from her eyes.
Father Daniel shrugged. He took a seat next to her and handed her a hankerchief. “I’m the only one here who’d know. He loves you regardless.” His eyes flicked up to the alter and back.
“Does it help?” Erika questioned. She blew her nose and dabbed at her eyes, hoping that she didn’t look like a panda.
“Sometimes.” He draped an arm over the back of the pew, leaned back and balanced a knee on the edge of the pew. “You want to talk about it?”
Erika looked uncertain.
“You having a bad day? Did you fail a class? Did you bomb the volleyball tryout?
“Volleyball was in the fall.”
Father Daniel cracked a smile. “Something has you here instead of school.”
Erika took a few breaths, snuffed a stuffy nose and glanced at Father Daniel. “I betrayed my girlfriend.”
Father Daniel answered with a small sigh and a nod.
“You know Annie Wilson.”
Father Daniel nodded with a smile.
“I am like Annie.” Erika told him. “I was born a boy.” The story of her last nine months poured out of her. Her acceptance at Summer camp, her returning home, her going to school as Erika, Her relationship with Tricia, Her friends, her brain tumor, the problems and acceptance with her mother. She told of her modeling, her kisses with Jake, her weekend with Hunter and her betrayal of Tricia.
“Wow.” Father Daniel shook his head. “No wonder you’re here.”
“I don’t know how to fix this.” Erika stated. She was out of tears. Her eyes felt raw. She held out the kerchief for Father Daniel.
He waved it off. “I’ve got plenty more.” He pulled a fresh one from a hidden pocket. Father Daniel looked around the sanctuary. “You can still yell at him if you’d like.”
Erika shook her head.
“That is a lot of things to keep bottled up.” He stated. “If I were you, I’d spend some time praying for some guidance.”
“Guidance for what, though?”
Father Daniel shrugged that is between you and him.” He lifted his eyes to the heavens. He stretched and stood as a couple of people entered the church.
“That’s not a lot of help.” Erika felt lost. He was a priest, he was supposed to help guide her in the right direction, wasn’t he?
“I could lecture you and have you read bible verses, but in the end, it comes down between you and God.” He told her. “Erika you are a smart, wonderful, caring, sensitive young lady. “I’m sure you will figure this out.” He gave her shoulder a squeeze. “unfortunately, the time allowed for yelling has elapsed.” He looked over at the older woman making her way towards the front.
Erika sat staring at the alter for a long time after he left. Her mind was almost as numb as her eyes were sore. She flipped the kneeling pad down and slid down to her knees. She folded her hands and bowed her head and prayed for help and guidance.
--o0o—
When she left the church, she wasn’t feeling much better. There was a lot to think about and a lot to work on. She pulled her phone out and was surprised to see a bunch of text messages. Unfortunately, none were from Tricia. Not that she blamed her. Her mother left three asking where she was and if everything was alright. Several from Samantha checking in with her.
She shot off a text to Samantha letting her know that she was fine. That she was heading home. Then text her mother the same thing.
The walk home in the cold would normally have bothered Erika, but today, she needed the alone time and the walk.
“Are you alright?” her mother asked from the kitchen when she arrived.
“No. I mean yes. I guess.” Erika tore off her coat and slipped out of her boots and took a seat at the counter in the kitchen.
“A lot happened today. How did it go?” her mother began slicing veggies
“Most of my signs and even my school locker was vandalized.” Erika began. “People in the halls called my Tranny. A few had the guts to ask me personally.”
“What did you tell them?” her mother asked.
“I asked them what they thought and left it open.” Erika said. “Most I believe bought it. Then the Principal called me in and blamed the vandalism on me.”
“She did what?”
“Don’t worry, Momma. I told her to stop singling me out and find the real culprit.”
Erika’s mother looked at her in disbelief.
“I know, I can hardly believe it too.” Erika nodded. “Then I get your text. Samantha and I ran to the store at lunch and I bought that rag. It’s so invasive. Why can’t they leave people alone?”
“It sells tabloids.” Her mother stated.
“So then I had to confront Tricia about it.” Erika’s voice was starting to crack. “She broke up with me and went storming off.”
Her mother began tearing up chunks of lettuce. “It would be hard finding out someone you loved was cheating on you.”
“I know.” It came out near a whisper. “I then had to get away from school.”
“Oh? Where did you go?”
“I ended up at church.” Erika’s voice was full of puzzlement. “I had a long talk with Father Daniel.”
Her mother nodded but didn’t say anything.
“I told him… you know.”
Her mother looked at her wanting more.
“I told him about everything that has happened since last summer and with Tricia and Hunter.” She waited for her mother to say something but she remained quiet.
“He didn’t offer any advice.” She grumbled. “He just told me to pray for guidance.”
“Did you?”
Erika nodded. “I’m not sure what good it’ll do.”
“Have you tried speaking to Tricia?”
“I’ve sent her a text, but she hasn’t answered it.”
Her mother gave her a tight-lipped smile and a look of understanding as she tossed all of the ingredients in a salad bowl.
“So, yeah, today has been a pretty shitty day.” She was surprised when her mother didn’t say anything about her language. “What did Mr. Winters say?”
“Well.” Her mother began. “As the saying goes, any press is good press. He’s been swamped by people wanting to know who you are and how they can book you for photo shoots. He said that he has even been flooded with requests for you to do commercials and some television walk-ons.”
“Seriously?” Erika didn’t know if she should feel excited or doomed. “Just because of a photo of Hunter and I kissing?”
Her mother shrugged. “I don’t understand how Hollywood works.”
Just then the doorbell rang. Erika looked at her mother who just shrugged. Erika opened the door and came face to face with a giant bouquet of flowers.
“Erika Summers?” the man asked.
“Yes.”
“This delivery is for you.” He had her sign for the flowers and handed them to her.
“Thank you.” She closed the door and took the flowers in and set them on the eating counter.
“Wow.” Her mother commented.
Erika found the card and opened it.
Erika,
I am so sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen.
I really hope that it doesn’t cause too much trouble for you and your girlfriend.
Hunter.
“Hunter is apologizing for the tabloid mess.” She told her mother. “When he first saw the paparazzi, we hid in a cemetery hoping we could ditch him. Obviously, it didn’t work.”
She was flattered over the flowers. If it hadn’t been for Tricia’s reaction, she would probably have been ecstatic.
“In a cemetery?” her mother questioned. “It was thoughtful of him to send you flowers.”
Erika nodded. “Should I leave them out here, or take them into my room?”
“Your choice.” Her mother opened the oven and pulled out a pan of brownies. Erika was so absorbed in dealing with her day that she failed to register the smell of something good baking in the oven.
“I don’t know what to do.” Erika whined. “Tricia won’t talk to me and she’s the one I have to get right with.”
“I’m sure she is hurting very bad right now.” Her mother offered.
“I know, but I still need to talk with her.” Erika could feel tears welling up yet again.
“Give her some time.” Her mother warned. “Then you can have a heart to heart.”
“Fine.” Erika huffed. “When is dinner?”
“When your father gets home.”
“I’m going to my room.” Erika warned and padded off to be alone with her thoughts of guilt. The flowers and note, as nice as they were, didn’t help.
A New Beginning
Erika climbed into Samantha’s car.
“How are you feeling?” Samantha inquired.
“Still upset.” Erika stated. “Have you spoken to Tricia?”
Samantha nodded. “She is walking to school this morning. She is still quite upset.”
Erika groaned. Tricia had every right to be upset. Erika hoped that she would be able to talk to her and hopefully make up. “What happened at school after I left?”
Samantha was quiet for a moment. “Some of the rumors of you spread a bit more. Krystal, Victoria and I had to spend a lot of time trying to control them.”
“I’m sorry.” Erika touched Samantha’s arm. “I really am.”
Samantha nodded acknowledgment. “I’m starting to see Victoria’s side.” She glanced at Erika. “Maybe you should just make it public.”
Erika was silent, but her mind reeled and her heart pounded at the thought.
“I doubt very much that anyone or at least very few people would bother with bringing back ‘the plague’ attitudes.”
Erika bit her lip. ‘the plague’ and the fear of going back to ‘the plague was so ingrained in her psyche that she wanted to scream at the thought.
The rest of the trip to school was silent. It was strange not having Tricia in the car with them.
“Erika.” Samantha parked the car. “You and I have been through a lot together.”
Erika nodded.
“I love you as much as I loved Summer. You really are like a sister to me.”
“I love you too.” Erika bit her lip not knowing where this was going. Was Samantha breaking up with her too?
“I just want you to know, that no matter what happens, or what you decide, I will not abandon you. You are and always will be my best friend.”
Erika let out her breath. So, she wasn’t breaking up with her. That was a bit freeing.
The two best friends got out of the car and walked into school.
“The Tranny is back.” Someone snickered.
“Grow up.” She heard another voice. That, at least, was reassuring.
“Didn’t you see the pictures of her and Hunter Allyson?” a girl’s voice was heard. “Lucky bitch.”
“She does seem to have all of the luck, doesn’t she?” Another girl answered.
Erika found it hard to not roll her eyes. If they only knew just how wrong they had it.
She walked into Homeroom and for the second day in a row, the class went silent. Erika found a hard lump in her throat when she spied Tricia sitting on the opposite side of the room from normal. Her normally bright makeup and bright smile lit up a room. This morning she wore minimal make up and avoided making eye contact with her.
“So, you dumping me for Hunter Allyson, huh?” Jake ribbed.
“Not today, Jake.” Erika warned. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Whoa, sorry.” He held up his hands in mock defense.
Erika took her seat next to Samantha and looked over at Tricia. Tricia pretended not to see her. Erika’s heart felt as if it was too heavy for her chest to hold. She wouldn’t even look her direction. The shunning was even more hurtful than the yelling. She took a few deep breaths and concentrated on not crying.
“What is Hunter like?” Jake asked honestly. “Is he one of those self-absorbed Hollywood types?”
“He was actually very sweet and attentive.” Erika told him.
“I got that he was attentive from the photos.” Jake teased.
“Jake.” Samantha warned, ice in her voice. “That is enough. Can’t you see this is not the time?”
Jake glanced over to Tricia then back to Samantha and Erika. “Ouch. I take it, she didn’t know?”
“Jake.” Samantha growled. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
“Sorry.” Jake turned back around grumbling something about girls.
--o0o—
Erika walked between Victoria and Samantha towards the cafeteria. Her emotions were running somewhere between raw and empty. She felt empty not having Tricia around. She hadn’t realized how much of a hole her friend had filled.
“How much longer?” Erika asked, staring at the ground as they walked.
“For what?” Victoria asked.
“How much longer do I need to give Tricia her space? I don’t know if I can bear this much longer.”
“It’s not time yet.” Samantha stated. “She is still very hurt and I’m sorry, I can understand why.”
“I know. I don’t blame her, I just want to fix all of this.” She stated. “She’s one of the lavender ladies. We are supposed to be best friends for life.”
“What’s wrong, Tranny?” Taylor sniped, “Your lesbo girlfriend find out that you have a dick?”
“Leave it alone, Taylor.” Samantha warned.
Taylor approached and pushed Erika. “She dump you for being a tranny or because you’re having gay sex with Hunter?”
“Leave her out of this, Taylor.” Erika growled. Her blood was boiling. Taylor’s issue was between the two of them. Tricia had nothing to do with it. “This is between you and me.” Her heart began pounding in her ears. She just wanted to run off screaming for everyone to leave her alone.
Taylor lowered her voice. “You are nothing but a plague on this school, Eric. What’s wrong? Your Lesbo girlfriend not around to save you now, is she?”
Erika wasn’t quite sure what happened next. Her books slipped from her hands as she slapped Taylor across the face. If her blood hadn’t been boiling, her heart hadn’t been pounding in her ears, she would have heard that slap echoing down the hallway followed by shocked silence.
Taylor swung at Erika who stepped back to avoid it then dove forward knocking Taylor to the ground under her. Her knees hurt as they hit the hard floor, but she didn’t care. She had tried to be nice to Taylor, tried to ignore her insults and her rumor spreading, but she was now attacking Tricia. One of the few people who was always there, protecting and loving her.
Erika was aware of a gathering crowd, she could make out their mouths moving, calling encouragement, but she couldn’t hear anything except her heart beating fiercely in her ears.
Taylor swiped at Erika’s face, missing, her fingers clawed at Erika. Erika felt burning on her chest as she pummeled the former team mate beneath her. Vaguely she was aware that her top had been torn and that one of her breast forms had skittered across the floor. It didn’t matter, she had to take care of this once and for all. Her mouth was filled with a metallic taste. Was it blood? Who’s blood?
She blindly swung somehow landing a blow across Taylor’s face. Erika’s head was suddenly yanked hard to one side as Taylor pulled on her hair and extensions. She felt Taylor’s long finger nails bite again, this time across her face.
Erika grappled a hand full of Taylor’s braids in her left hand and pulled up as her right hand flew down contacting the girl in the face. She then found both hands tangled in her braids as she slammed her tormentor’s head against the floor again and again.
She became aware of hands grabbing at her hands, trying to withdraw them from Taylor’s braids as more hands roughly began pulling her off of her former Rally team mate. She was aware that her hands were still clawing, swinging and grabbing for Taylor even though she was pulled free from her.
Her vision was blurry, as tears poured from her eyes. The strange silence was gone replaced by a roar. A roar and shouting and screaming. Was she screaming? She hoped not. she wanted to spit, to get rid of that horrible metallic taste. She was on the floor sobbing as many hands held her too many hands to count. She realized that her muscles were straining against all of those hands. She didn’t care. All she could think of was Tricia. Keeping Tricia safe and making Taylor pay for all of the wrongs that she had done her. She took a few deep shuddering breaths and finally relaxed.
“Erika!” a voice could finally be heard. “Erika, that is enough!”
Suddenly the world came crashing down on her. The noises in the hall were too loud, the hands holding her too rough, the smell of blood and sweat too acrid. Her stomach tied in knots she wanted to vomit but knew that she couldn’t. not yet.
“Are you done?” another voice asked.
Erika nodded her head slightly. And heard her own sobbing.
“We are going to let go of you now.” The voice instructed.
Erika just shuddered and sobbed. She felt hands one by one a first then several at a time leave her body.
She just shuddered and sobbed, not wanting to move, not wanting to look at those around her, not wanting anything except her bed.
“Okay Erika, Come with me.”
She felt a hand hook under her arm and help pull her to her feet. Her knees nearly buckled as she put weight on them. Her knee caps felt like someone had taken a board and struck her with it.
“Let’s get her to the office.” She heard a gruff male’s voice.
Erika was being guided down the hall. She felt a gentle hand pull loose fabric up, covering her chest. Her lower lip quivered as she suddenly felt cold.
“You’re okay.” She heard a soothing voice next to her. It was Samantha. “You’re okay. I’m here with you. So is Victoria. You can open your eyes.”
Erika shook her head. She was frightened to see what she had done, she was afraid of seeing the looks of those who might still be around her.
Erika’s mind raced; what had just happened? What had she just done? “Taylor?” her voice was shaking and her mouth numb.
“She got what she deserved.” Victoria stated.
Erika shook her head. “No… Is she okay?” She finally opened her eyes and turned to look through tears at Victoria’s stunned face.
“She’ll be alright.” Samantha said in a soothing voice. “I don’t think she’ll be bothering you any time soon.”
“Stop by the nurse’s office with her first.” Erika looked over to see one of the History teachers walking with them, watching them closely.
“I don’t think she’ll be back to school for a couple of days.” Victoria added.
Erika noticed Samantha give Victoria a sharp look.
“She’ll be okay, Erika.” Victoria forced a smile,
A New Beginning
5
Erika sat on the bed in the nurse’s office, knees tucked to her chin. Her blouse had been torn nearly to shreds. A few drops of blood now decorated it. Victoria handed over the retrieved breast form which Erika tucked into her bra. Somehow it helped to make things feel a little more normal. She shuddered. How many people had seen her fake breast fly out of her bra and skip across the floor? How many students at the school were going to tease her about wearing fake breasts?
This was a nightmare. What was she thinking, fighting with Taylor? Taylor had guessed that she had been Eric ‘the plague’. Taylor was the one who could totally ruin everything; and she started a fight with her. That was only partially true. Taylor had instigated the fight. Erika had had enough and lost control.
Another shudder wracked her body. Taylor had been taken to the hospital to be tested for concussion. Erika looked at the blood on her blouse again, wondering whose it was. She had once looked up to Taylor even wanted to be her friend. Then just a bit ago. How long had it been since the altercation in the hall? she had to be dragged off of Taylor while she was trying to pound her head into the floor. What kind of sicko had she become? She just couldn’t wrap her head around the whole situation. She had always been the one who avoided fights, who ran from them, who put up with untold bullying. How could she suddenly be the one being pulled out of a fight?
Once delivered to the nurse, Samantha and Victoria were asked to leave and write down what they had witnessed.
Erika felt her chest again. Angry red scratches from Taylor’s fingers burned. Her scalp felt like it was on fire from Taylor nearly ripping her hair out. She didn’t have any recollection of getting hit in the face, but her jaw said otherwise.
“Are you alright?” her mother entered the room.
“I think so.” I don’t know whose blood this is.” Erika showed her mother the ripped, blood stained blouse.
Her mother hugged her. Her mother wasn’t normally a hugger so it was a bit awkward. But the gentle human contact was soothing. She then looked Erika over. “So, what happened?”
Erika told her as much as she could. Once the fight started, though, she couldn’t say a whole lot.
“I didn’t mean to hurt her.” She began crying anew.
“I know you didn’t.” her mother soothed, then lowered her voice. “Sounds to me like she deserved it.”
“Is she hurt bad?” Erika questioned.
“I don’t know. I doubt it though. Let’s get you out of here and get you taken care of.”
“You aren’t mad?” Erika wondered aloud.
Her mother shook her head. “It sounds like you were defending yourself, Erika. I have never seen or heard of you starting a fight or participating in one. Because of that, I have to believe that you were standing up and defending yourself.”
“It was horrible, Momma.” Erika was close to sobbing again. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“I think you’ll have to have a long conversation with Dr. Barts.” Her mother nodded. “But as for your father and I? You are not in trouble. I do think your Principal will think otherwise.”
Erika sucked air in through her teeth. The going punishment for fighting was at least three days and as many as five days suspension. She had even known kids who were expelled for such behavior.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” Her mother guided her off the bed and out of the school to the car. Her mother started out of the school parking lot. She looked up at the vandalized sign. “Was she the one who did that?”
“I’m not sure.” She shook her head and instantly regretted it. “She did accelerate and encourage rumors around school.”
Her mother shook her head. “I’ll have to call Mr. Winters tonight and let him know what is going on.
Erika groaned.
She checked her phone to see several texts from friends. Samantha and Victoria as well as Krystal and Jorge text asking if she was okay. She group text them telling them that she thought she was fine. That she was heading home for a shower.
Jake text as well. Apparently, he was one of the people who pulled her off Taylor and held her until she had regained control.
Jake: Wow Erika, are you alright? You were ferocious. Remind me to never piss you off. I hope I didn’t hurt you, you were fighting even as we pulled you free. Hope you are okay.
Nothing from Tricia. Her heart sank at the silence between them. Should she text Tricia? And say what?
“Go and take a quick shower and follow it up with a long soak in the tub.” Her mother instructed as they pulled up to their condo.
Erika winced and groaned as she got out of the car. All of her muscles were sore, some were just stiff, while others seemed strained. Slowly she walked into the house. Her phone alerted as she removed her coat.
Victoria: Just heard, Taylor is going to be fine. Just thought you’d want to know.
Erika: Thx. I’ll call you later.
Fingers pruned and muscles relaxed, Erika finally dried off and changed into her sweats She could hear her parents speaking out in the kitchen.
“How are you feeling?” her father asked as she emerged from her bedroom.
“Erika stretched her neck muscles and flexed her shoulders and back. “Better. My jaw still hurts as well as my scalp where she pulled my hair.”
“We were informed that the other girl was checked out and okay.” Her father gestured to a chair.
Erika nodded. “Victoria told me.”
“I don’t want to place any blame, Erika, but I’d like to know how this got to the point of you two fighting in the halls at school.” Her father gave her his full attention. “From the beginning.”
Erika sighed heavily and was quiet for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. “It began when she accidently saw me changing in the locker room.” Erika explained. She went on to detail everything that happened after. Taylor quitting Rally, Erika approaching Melinda about letting her back on the squad, and the taunting and rumor spreading at school. Then finally how she pushed Erika and taunted her about Tricia.
Erika took a deep breath after and fell silent.
Her father nodded, “That’s quite an ordeal. I wish you’d have come to your mother and I about this before it escalated.”
“It happened so fast and I thought I could just deal with it.” Erika apologized.
Her father leaned forward and embraced her. “I… we love you very much.” He said into her ear. “We are so proud of you, of what you have done and what you are becoming. It has been a difficult and very busy few months and you have handled it better than most adults I know.”
Erika began to cry. “I love you too. Thank you for not being mad.”
“You were defending yourself.” Her father pulled back and looked her in the eye. “I will never be mad at you for defending yourself. Your school however, has decided to suspend you for five days. Your mother will be going down to get your homework tomorrow afternoon.
Erika nodded and wiped tears from her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
“Now.” Her father’s tone changed to one of business. “I spoke at length with Mr. Winters. He and I agree that this isn’t the best timing, but perhaps you should acknowledge publicly that you are a Trans-girl.”
Erika’s heart felt like a lead weight. It wasn’t something that she wanted to do, but with everything that had been happening she couldn’t argue the point. “Victoria has already written an article for the school newspaper on me and my transitioning. She is waiting for my approval before she publishes it.”
“That is a start.” Her father nodded. “I’m sure Mr. Winters will want to proof and possibly edit it first.”
“I’ve got a copy in my email. I haven’t read it yet.” Erika admitted. She looked to her mother. “I’d like to talk with Annie Wilson before this goes public.”
“Who is Annie Wilson?” She asked.
“She is a Trans-girl from church. She goes to Adams High. It might help to hear what issues she has had at being outed.”
“Isn’t she the girl that was shot?”
Erika nodded. “Some crazy Trans-phobic person.” Hopefully that will explain it.
Her mother shrugged. “Whatever you feel you need.”
Erika could hardly believe how her parents were handling this situation. Well, mostly her mother. Her mother up until Christmas had been embarrassed, unsupportive and totally against Erik transitioning. Now she was standing next to her father saying that she would support her in going public with transitioning? What world did she wake up too?
“You should probably speak with Hunter.” Her father told her. “He should know before this goes public.”
“He’s in Brazil on a film shoot and hard to get ahold of.” Erika explained.
“I’m sure Mr. Winters has a way to get in contact with him. I’ll be calling him back tonight.”
“What if Hunter hates me?” Erika whispered.
“He might be angry, but I don’t think he’ll hate you.” Her mother told her.
Her heart was getting heavier and heavier. Was it really anyone’s business what she had beneath her skirts? Why do people care so much? I’m a girl. I’ve been accepted as a girl, yet people kept insisting she was other than what she felt. Now she had to tell the school, which meant that everyone in town will know. Her being in the tabloids with Hunter meant that soon enough the world would know. She wanted to scream with frustration. Maybe she should have taken up Father Daniel’s offer to scream at God.
--o0o—
Erika wore a dress with a long skirt and a short sweater over the top. Thick tights encased by her boots kept her legs warm. She pulled at the braid and flipped it over her shoulder. Her mother had been kind enough to braid it this morning.
She was a bit nervous as she and her mother joined the throng of people entering the church.
“Good Morning, Erika.” Father Daniels greeted.
“Morning, Father.”
“Erika! How are you feeling?” Julian greeted. He stepped forward with Samantha close at hand.
“Fine.” She bit her lip. She wasn’t proud of the fight with Taylor and hated everyone reminding her by asking how she was feeling.
Samantha wrapped her in an embrace. “You’re looking better. We have missed you at school. You won’t believe the rumors going around now.”
“I’d rather not know.” She lowered her voice. “I gave Victoria the approval to print the article. In a few days, everyone will know that I am a Trans-girl and that I used to be Eric Martin.” She couldn’t say the nickname.
Samantha looked shocked, relieved and happy all at once. “I will be with you the whole way, Erika.” She gave her a squeeze.
“How is Tricia?” Erika asked.
“I think she’s almost done being upset. I think she is just feeling hurt right now.”
Erika nodded. “I miss her.” She turned to Julian. “What are you doing after service today?”
“Helping to clean up the church.” He shrugged.
“Would you join me in a meeting after service?”
“Sure.” He was hesitant. “What kind of meeting?”
“I’d rather not say just yet. But I’d like you to be there.”
Samantha gave her a quizzical look. Erika shot her friend a smile.
“Good morning, Erika.” Allie greeted.
“Morning to you too.” Erika gave her friend a hug. “Hi, Annie.” Erika greeted the quieter of the twins.
“What did you want to talk about?” Annie asked in her quiet manner.
“Can we wait until after service?”
Annie nodded.
“Will you sit with us?” Allie asked.
“Yes, Thank you.”
Julian looked from the twins to Erika and back. He smiled and went on his way, greeting parishioners and helping the older people to find a seat.
--o0o—
After the service, Erika, the twins and Julian found a quiet room.
“Can I join?” Samantha looked from Erika to Julian and back.
Erika shrugged. It wasn’t as if Samantha didn’t know. She might even lend support if needed.
“What did you want to talk to Annie and me about?” Allie asked once they were alone.
Erika looked at Julian who was puzzled why he was there, then to Annie. “I am like you, Annie,” She let it hang there for a second. “I am transgendered as well.”
“Seriously?” Allie asked. “Are you coming out because of your bill boards being vandalized?”
Erika nodded. “That is one of the reasons. A few people at school have found out and are forcing the issue” She looked back and forth between the twins. “I wanted to know what you went through so I know what to expect? As well as how I should handle this.” She focused that last part at Annie.
“You are transgender?” Julian asked slowly as the idea sunk in. “That explains our date and what happened after so much better. Wow.”
“I hope you aren’t angry.”
Julian shrugged. “We are friends. Everyone has their own skeleton closet, right?”
Erika re-focused her attention on Annie. “What should I expect? How should I go about telling people?”
Annie and Allie took turns relating what had happened to them, their family and their friends. Some of it was horrible, but there seemed to be a lot of good in there as well.
“You might want to make sure you aren’t going around alone for a few weeks. There are some people in this town who seem to have it out for people like you two.” Allie added.
Annie gave Erika a hug. “It’s like I have a new sister.” She told her.
Erika gave her an extra squeeze before releasing.
“I’ll be praying for you while you are going through this.” Annie told her. “If you need advice or support, just call.”
“Thank you, Annie.” Erika said as the twins exited the room.
“Wow.” Julian stated, shaking his head. “Just wow.” He looked at Erika. “That was a bit of a shock.” He just stared at Erika. “You’ll have my and Stan’s support.”
“I’m so glad you aren’t mad.” Erika gave him a hug. “You have been such a good friend. I’d hate to have you angry at me.”
“It is all making sense now.” Julian admitted. He looked as Samantha. “And you knew this whole time?”
Samantha nodded.
“She’s the primary reason as to why I discovered this about myself and have gone this far without anyone… well, few people knowing.” Erika told him.
“When and how are you going to tell everyone else?” Julian asked.
“Victoria is going to post an article in the school newspaper.”
Julian shook his head. “The school is going to explode. Have you told Jake yet? He should probably know before the article comes out.”
It was Erika’s turn to shake her head. “I was going to call him tonight.”
“Like, I said.” Julian wrapped a swimmer’s arm around her. “you have my support… and Stan’s.”
“Thank you, Julian. That means a lot.”
The three friends made their way to the parking lot. “Now I need to talk with Tricia, Jake and Hunter.” She stated.
“Give Tricia another day or two.” Samantha advised. “Like I said, she is still pretty hurt over Hunter.”
--o0o—
“Hey, Victoria.” Erika answered her phone. “I just emailed the article back to you. Mr. Winters had a few things that he’d prefer to be omitted or changed.”
“I hope he didn’t ruin it.” Victoria was a bit defensive.
“I read through it. I think his changes are valid.” Erika stated. “It is a great article even if some of it was a bit hard for me, personally, to read.”
“Oh?”
“Seeing some of our experiences together through someone else’s eyes.” Erika elaborated. “Some of it is kind of personal and we are about to broadcast it across the school.”
“I double checked with Samantha, Krystal and Tricia on some of it.” She continued to defend.
“I know. I’m just very nervous. Some people at the school don’t like me. What if this stirs things up and causes us more problems?”
“A handful of people don’t like you, but there are so many more that do like you, Erika.”
“I hope so. Otherwise I may have to change schools.”
“You’re being a bit dramatic, aren’t you?”
“You didn’t have to go through life as ‘the plague’.”
“I very much doubt that you’ll be going back there.” Victoria stated. “You have Samantha, Krystal, Tricia and I as friends.”
“Is Tricia still a friend? She hasn’t answered my calls or texts.”
“I think she is.” Victoria replied. “I doubt she’d drop you as a friend. But she’s still pretty raw about the whole Hunter thing.”
“Has she read the article?”
“Yes. She helped with some of it.”
“This is a big possibly life changing event.” Erika acknowledged. “I am a bit nervous.”
“You have friends.” Victoria affirmed. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
A New Beginning
6
Erika’s heart was pounding so hard she thought she could hear it echoing off the walls of her bedroom. She held her phone in anticipation expecting it to go off at any second in response to the text she had just sent. She told herself not to jump or scream out when it did.
She sat on the edge of her bed, waiting. She did jump when it alerted to an incoming call but was pleased that she hadn’t squealed. She felt light headed as she swiped to answer. Her heart pounding loud enough to hear. Thump thump… thump thump.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Jake asked.
“A bit sore. I took a bath to relieve some of it.”
“Man, you really were gunning for Taylor.” Jake stated. “It took a few of us to pull you off.”
“Thanks for doing that, Jake.” Erika’s heart just wouldn’t slow down or ease up. “Listen, I need to tell you something.”
“Oh?” Jake’s voice was full of curiosity.
“You know that question you asked me in class?” thump thump… thump thump…thump thump.
“Not really. What?”
Erika took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “You know the rumors going around school and the vandalism and stuff?”
“Yea.”
“It’s all true.” Thump thump… thump… thump thump. Erika’s heart stopped for a beat or was it two?
Silence was all that was heard on the phone as she waited for an explosion.
“Wait, What?” Jake asked for clarification.
“Jake.” Erika swallowed hard. She had to do this, Jake had every right to know. He needed to know before everyone else. “I am a transgender girl.”
Silence. Thump thump… thump thump…
“Wait, What? Seriously?”
Erika nodded then realized that he couldn’t see her. “Yes. Over this last summer I started living full time as a girl. Samantha and my other friends helped me.” He didn’t need to know that some of her friends weren’t willing participants at first.
Silence. Thump thump… thump thump.
“So, are you like… really a guy?” Jake asked. “This isn’t some prank is it? Is this being recorded?”
“No. This isn’t a prank.” Erika closed her eyes. “Last year you knew me as… Thump thump…Eric Martin… ‘the Plague’. Thump thump.
Silence. This was one of the harder things she had done. Brain surgery was simple by comparison.
“You are… ‘the plague’?
“I used to be.” Erika clarified. She hated that name. hated the feelings that stirred every time she thought about what Eric had gone through.
“No way.” Jake was incredulous.
“Victoria will be printing the whole story in the next day or two. I just wanted to give you a heads up before the story came out.”
“You’re fucking serious.” It was a statement.
“Yes.”
“Holy Fuck! But I kissed you… you-you kissed me.”
“Yes.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you warn me!” Jake swore.
“I didn’t want anyone to know.” Erika could feel a lump rising in her throat. Tears burned her eyes.
“Fuck this shit!” Jake swore and hung up.
Oh God. Erika sobbed. He needed to know. He needed to know. Now he’ll hate me. Maybe I should switch schools. Would Adams High be any different? It didn’t seem so. Annie had been having trouble since she was found out. Did Constitution have a private school? Would private school be an answer? They did get to wear those cute skirts. What are you thinking? Your thinking of skirts when your life is falling apart around you?
The email she had sent Hunter was difficult but not as difficult as telling Jake. She hoped Hunter wouldn’t hate her. She would have rather had told Hunter in person, but that wasn’t exactly possible at the moment. Mr. Winters said that he would make sure Hunter read the email soon.
Erika looked up from the T.V. as her mother came in the door. “Well?” she asked.
“I picked up what homework was ready.” Her mother set a pile of books and papers on the table.
“Did anyone say anything to you?” She asked.
Her mother shrugged. “Some of your teachers enjoy having you in their class. Some were upset that your ads and locker had been vandalized. Your locker has been repainted, so that garbage is now gone.”
“Victoria text me to tell me that the article will be run tomorrow.” Erika took a deep breath. “I’m a bit nervous.”
“It’ll be better that it is out in the open. Aren’t you tired of all the sneaking around?”
Erika nodded. “I just want people to treat me normally. And I really don’t want to go back to being ‘the plague’.”
Her mother smiled. “I doubt you will ever go back to that. You have made a lot of friends who love you.”
And a lot of people who now hate her. Or hate what she was… different. Erika nodded as she thumbed through her homework. This would definitely be filling her next few days off from school.
“Your dad will want to talk to you tonight.” Her mother fixed herself some tea.
“What about?”
“Mr. Winters has gotten many inquiries since your pics with Hunter went public. Some for commercials, others for movie parts. Have you considered trying acting?”
Erika stared at her mother in disbelief. “No. I mean when we were in Hollywood, Mr. Winters was going to have Brook take me to a casting call for a commercial, but it was canceled. I really hadn’t thought about it.”
“It might be something to try. Apparently, there is interest in you trying.”
--o0o—
Erika and Samantha entered the coffee shop. Samantha had picked her up after Rally practice. Erika approached the counter and stopped in her tracks. Tricia in her pastel pink wig and frilly pink and white dress sat at a table, watching then expectantly.
“It’s time you two talk.” Samantha told her. “I’ll get your coffee.”
Erika’s heart was heavy in her chest as she approached her girlfriend. “Hi.” It was short and tentative.
“Hi.” Tricia had a tight smile.
Erika tucked the long skirt under her as she took a seat opposite. “How are you?”
“Better than I was.” Tricia stated.
Erika wanted to reach across the table and take her hand but was unsure if that was the right thing to do.
“I heard about what Taylor had said when you fought her.” She kept glancing between Erika and the table in front of her. “You really didn’t need to stick up for me.” She shook her pink covered head. “Were you hurt?”
Erika shook her head. “I love you, Tricia.” Erika had to swallow a large lump.
Tricia was silent for a moment. “I love you too, that is why the pictures of you and Hunter really hurt.”
“I am sorry.” Erika reaffirmed.
“I had a long talk with Leeza.” Tricia explained. “She said that in some cases, once someone starts hormones, they become more attracted to the opposite sex.”
“My shrink said the same.” Erika nodded. “I wasn’t thinking… well, that isn’t exactly true. He lives in Hollywood and is in Brazil for the next month or so filming. I doubt that I’ll ever see him again. Neither one of us knew that we were being followed by paparazzi.”
Tricia was silent.
“I know. That isn’t a very good excuse.” Erika admitted.
Samantha joined them with their drinks. She looked from one to the other.
“Erika.” Tricia began again, she glanced at Samantha. “I love you, and I still want to be your friend, but...” She took a deep breath and released it. “I can’t be your girlfriend anymore.”
Tears blurred Erika’s vision. She nodded. “I understand. I love you Tricia and really want to still be your friend.” She did reach across the table this time and was relieved when Tricia grasped her hands and gave them a squeeze.
Samantha let out a big sigh. “I’m glad that is finally done with.”
Erika dabbed her eyes with her napkin and spotted Tricia doing the same.
“So.” Samantha went on. “The article comes out tomorrow. Victoria had to run it by the Principal and get the school’s approval first. A special addition will be put out tomorrow.”
“You all need to let me know how it is received.” Erika begged. “I need to know if I need to switch schools or start home schooling.”
“Did you read it?” Tricia inquired.
Erika nodded. “I had to send it to my agent to approve as well. I spoke to Victoria about it earlier. There are a few things in it that are a bit difficult for me to read and admit to, but I hope it will be okay.”
Her friends caught her up on the latest gossip. Everything from the Tranny rumors to how she had sent Taylor to the hospital. Some rumors said that she had bashed Taylors brains out on the floor, others how Taylor had punched her out of the blue for no reason to start the whole fight. She and Hunter had been caught having sex on the beach and the photo of them kissing was the only one they were able to print. Other said that it was only a Hunter look-a-like.
Tricia gave Erika a long, friendly hug before the girls departed the coffee shop.
A New Beginning
7
Chapter 7
Erika studied herself in the mirror. Her heart fluttered again as she thought about her big day. Her first day back to school after having outed herself to well just about everybody. She wore a blue skater dress with yellow roses on it that she had gotten from one of her photoshoots. The hem of the dress short enough to expose her knees but long enough to still be modest.
It had taken her nearly an hour last night to figure out how to wear her hair. In a ponytail with a ribbon or down with her extensions bouncy with curls. Self consciously she ran her fingers through her long locks again before flipping them over her shoulder. She sighed at her makeup. It was heavier than she would normally wear to school, but she wanted to enforce her femininity. She ran her fingers across her bare knee. She didn’t feel like wearing leggings with this dress, so she was hoping that the nylons she dug up would help keep her a little warmer than bare legs. For must have been the fiftieth time she debated her foot-ware. The light gray boots would hug her calves and keep her legs warm up to her knees but the three-inch yellow heels that matched the roses in the dress would complete the outfit in a way that the boots couldn’t.
She tipped her head to one side and hooked a hoop earing in to her earlobe and then repeated the process on the other side. She looked in the mirror again studying her reflection. A year ago, Eric had had similar apprehension, but his was due to surviving getting from one class to another or better yet, getting home without incident. Now, her apprehension was about whether or not her classmates could except her as she presented herself. The biggest difference now, was that she had good friends who supported her.
After her phone conversation with Jacob as well as her makeup with Tricia, she had settled down to write one of the hardest emails she thought she would ever write. It was a short email, only about a page explaining to Hunter that she was a Transgender girl who didn’t mean to lead him on. That she really, really did like him and would never want to hurt him. That she hoped that he could forgive her and hoped that they could at least remain friends, that she hoped that they could be more.
She eased onto her bed and checked her inbox for the fourth time since waking up. It had been a day or two and he still hadn’t responded. He was in Brazil on a photo shoot. He was probably too busy to have checked it.
The doorbell rang, and she heard her mother greet Samantha. She closed her laptop and practiced Brook’s graceful move of standing up.
“Aren’t you ready?” She asked entering Erika’s room wearing her long winter coat.
Erika let out an exasperated sigh. She held her hands out to her sides and slowly spun. “What do you think?”
“You look like you always do… amazing.” Samantha shrugged with a smile.
“Boots or heels?” Erika asked, showing Samantha both.
“Definitely the heels.” Samantha nodded. “They’re so cute with that dress, where did you get them?”
“One of my photo shoots.” Erika stated. “You can borrow it sometime.”
“There’s no way I can look that good in that outfit.” Samantha sighed.
Erika took a moment as her center of gravity shifted after slipping on the yellow heels. “Well?” She asked slowly turning.
“You look gorgeous.”
“Have a good day.” Her mother smiled from over her coffee.
It only took a few minutes to get to Tricia’s house. Her cute friend bounced out of the house wearing one of her new pink wigs and a huge smile.
“What are you so happy about?” Erika inquired as her friend buckled her seatbelt.
“I’m happy that we are friends and that my friend is coming back to school today.” She gave Erika’s shoulder a squeeze.
“What the…” Samantha gasped as she pulled into the school parking lot.
Erika groaned when she looked to where Samantha was referring. Three media vans with reporters and cameramen were out in front of the school. A mob of people yelled and waved signs, protesting the presence of a Transgender girl being allowed in their kid’s school.
“Should I take you home?” Samantha inquired with dread.
Erika shook her head. “They’ll just wait until I show, or follow me to our home. Better just to take care of it now.”
“Where is the Principal?” Tricia asked. “Shouldn’t she be ordering these people off of school property?”
Erika shrugged and gave a long sigh as she climbed out of the car.
“There’s the freak now!” someone shouted from the crowd.
Erika turned a bit red as Tricia and Samantha closed ranks with her.
“Not in our school!” a chant started up with the protesters. Two nervous looking police officers stood in front of the angry crowd and cast a glance over their shoulders but kept their eyes on the yelling people in front of them.
Erika looked with forlorn from the media waiting like a puma ready to pounce on it’s prey to the protesters and back. ‘rise above’ she started the mantra in her mind. ‘don’t stoop to their level. Rise above.’
She was so lost in thought she almost missed that Victoria, Krystal, and Jorge had helped to create a barrier around her. The thought of her friends standing up for her like this warmed her heart. Up by the doors to the school, she spotted Julian and Stan. Stan was holding open the door as Julian quickened his pace towards them.
“Pervert!” she recognized the voice over the others, she looked over to see Taylor up front holding a protest sign as well. Strange Stephanie was beside her, red faced and screaming, but her words were lost to her over the rest.
“Erika!” a reporter cut them off followed closely by the others.
“Erika Martin, when did you think you were a girl?”
“Erika, how do you feel about classmates being upset by your coming out?”
“Does Hunter Allison know that you are Trans?”
Erika clenched her teeth and tried to calm her already boiling blood. These people had no right asking her these questions.
“No comment!” Victoria called out over and over.
“Did you and Hunter have gay sex?” she heard. She nearly charged and punched the reporter asking such a vile question.
“Erika, did you get kicked off the Rally squad because you are Trans?”
Julian and Jorge were starting to have to push the cameramen and reporters aside as they neared the doors to the school.
Just as they were approaching the doors, the Principal pushed past Stan. She held up a bull horn and her magnified voice cut through all the other noise. “You in the media all need to leave the school property.” She called. “Please leave now before the police are forced to remove you from school grounds.”
One of the police officers left the protesters and came towards the media mob.
“Ms. Martin,” The reporters were ignoring the Principal. “Do you use the boys or girl bathrooms?
“Do you change in the girl’s locker rooms?”
They were now filing in through the front door Stan was holding.
“Erika, were you molested as a child?” a final voice called out just before the door slammed shut behind them.
“What?” Erika started to turn around.
“Keep going.” Victoria pulled on her arm.
“How can they ask such vile questions?” Erika growled.
“They’re trying to get you to react.” Samantha patted her arm. “Keep going. Ignore the bastards.”
Jorge parted to admit the Principal into the wall her friends had created.
“I am so sorry, Erika.” She wrung her hands. “I was not prepared for this. I expected more from our town.”
“Someone shot that Trans-girl from Adams high.” Victoria protested. “that didn’t give you a clue?”
“I’ve got a call in to have them removed from the school grounds, they won’t be a further problem.” The Principal affirmed.
“I should have known that today wouldn’t be quiet.” Erika admitted. “I was hoping that people would be more accepting.”
“A lot are.” Samantha told her.
Erika felt strange as her entourage escorted her to her locker.
“Go home, Freak!” a voice called from down the hall.
“Shut up, Prick!” another voice called after
“Hi Erika.” Several people greeted as they walked down the halls. Some of those she didn’t even know.
“You go, Erika!” someone else called.
Erika gave a long relaxing sigh as they made it to her locker. She took off her overcoat and hung it up.
She turned around to see her friends shrugging out of theirs. Samantha, Krystal, Victoria and Tricia each wore their lavender camp shirts. Then she noticed Jorge, Stan and Julian each wearing a lavender shirt.
“What’s going on?” She inquired. “Why are you all wearing your camp shirts?”
“We’ve all asked that the students that support you coming out wear lavender to show their support for you.” Samantha grinned. “It was Victoria’s idea.”
“Do you know how hard it is for guys to find lavender?” Jorge asked.
Krystal whispered loudly. “He’s wearing a woman’s double X.”
“You promised.” Jorge looked hurt.
“Sorry.” Krystal giggled. “It’s just too cute.”
Erika looked from each of her friends, tears welling in her eyes. “Crap. I’ll ruin my makeup,” She then noticed a senior girl walk by smiling and gave her a wave. She was wearing a lavender sweater. Two more girls smiled as they walked by, one wearing a lavender dress the other a skirt.
“Oh my God.” She nearly sobbed.
“Told you.” Tricia held out a tissue as she smiled at her friends.
“From Plague to pussy!” a voice sneered from down the hall.
“Shut up, you closeminded dick, Jason.” A girl’s voice growled.
“We love you, Erika!” several other voices called from down the hall.
“Unfortunately, not everyone is supportive, but I think you’re going to see a lot of lavender today.” Victoria beamed.
“We’ve all made a pact and worked it out, so that you’ll be escorted from one class to the next today.” Krystal informed her. “And you’ll have at least one of us in the bathroom with you.”
Erika dabbed at her eyes. “Do I look like a racoon?” She asked Samantha.
“Only slightly. It’s fixable.”
“Thank you, so much.” Erika looked at each of them through watery eyes.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. Then to your first class.” Samantha guided her down the hall.
“We support you, Erika.” An unfamiliar girl said in passing.
Samantha and Erika entered the girl’s bathroom. Several girls were putting on finishing touches before starting their day.
“Pervert alert.” One girl called out when seeing Erika. She quickly pushed past them.
“Really, Ashley? I thought you were better than that.” Another girl called after her. She turned to Erika. “Don’t let her closemindedness bother you.” She told her. “Welcome to being a girl… well officially that is.”
“Thank you.” Erika smiled back. She looked at her reflection and grimaced. All that work this morning, wasted.
“Did you bring any of your makeup with you?” Samantha asked.
Erika handed her the small purse she had with her. Samantha dumped it out and went through it real quick before adding her own to the mix.
Just a few minutes later, Erika emerged from the bathroom looking even better than she had this morning. “You are amazing.” She told her friend.
“Wow.” Tricia looked at her. She started forward then stopped awkwardly.
“It’s okay, Tricia.” Erika nodded with a smile.
Tricia leaned forward and gave Erika a peck on the cheek and then wrapped her in a hug.
“Good Morning, Erika.” Mrs. Anderson greeted as she and her friends entered homeroom. “Welcome back.”
Erika nearly started crying again when she saw that Mrs. Anderson was wearing a lavender pencil skirt under a white button-down blouse and a lavender sweater.
“Thank you.” Erika told her, and it wasn’t for the warm greeting.
“Even the faculty.” Samantha grinned.
Erika looked to her normal seat and saw Jacob turn his gaze away as she spotted him.
He made a point not to look at her as she passed his desk.
“What? No snarky comment?” Tricia asked.
“Leave him alone, Tricia,” Erika said sternly. “He has every right to be upset.” She watched as Jacob’s body stiffened.
Erika looked around the room and saw about a third of the class was wearing lavender. One girl caught her eye and with a smile, showed Erika that she was wearing lavender socks.
Erika smiled back and tried to concentrate on class.
After class let out, she was met in the hall by Julian who threw a smile at her but concentrated on who was passing in the hall.
“Really, Julian?” Erika scoffed. “I very much doubt anyone is going to try something with all of the attention I am getting.”
The tall guy just shrugged.
Erika rolled her eyes, but he didn’t see. “Fine. I need to use the bathroom.” She saw him dip his chin in acknowledgement. Then started off once Samantha and Tricia had joined them.
One girl nearly flinched when she spotted Erika entering the bathroom. Her mouth firmed as she seemed to rush past Erika.
Another girl exited a stall. She looked up to see Erika and her eyes widened in recognition and shock. She looked away and hurried to the sink to wash her hands and bolted. Erika sighed.
“I’ve got to get to class.” Tricia told her through the stall door. “Julian will walk you to your next class though.”
“Ok. See you at lunch.”
The next few hours went pretty much the same. Some classmates were supportive, others obviously upset, while it seemed a majority just didn’t care, or if they did, they didn’t show it.
The cafeteria was a bit strange. It was as if it was divided by those in lavender and those who glared and sneered in her direction.
Greg and his cronies deliberately walked by. Greg made some kind of comment about how the football team should have helped the plague out by cutting off his genitals instead of duct taping them which brought a bunch of nervous laughter from his followers. Erika’s heart plummeted in her chest at the comment.
“Are you alright?” Krystal asked. “You’re as white as a ghost.”
Erika nodded and felt her face flush.
“Don’t let those pricks get to you.” Tricia growled. “I’ll find a way to get back at them.”
On her way back to class, her phone alerted her to a text from her mother.
“I gotta call home.” She told Stan who was her new body guard.
She stepped into a door alcove and called her mother. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“Are you alright?” her mother asked.
“Yes.”
“How are things going at school?”
“Mostly good. There were a bunch of reporters and T.V. cameras asking me all sorts of horrible questions this morning, but my friends helped me get safely into the school without incident.”
“Your father is going to pick you up from school.” Her mother explained. “There are a few media vans parked out front. A few reporters have even knocked on the door asking for interviews.”
“Crap.” She swore under her breath.
“Watch it… although I agree with you.” Her mother’s admonished. “We’ll be staying at a hotel tonight. Is there anything in particular you need me to pack?”
“Make sure I have my gray boots and some flats.” It was all that Erika could think of at the moment. The nylons were keeping her comfortable while in the school, but it was still very cold outside. “Perhaps a pair of tennis shoes.”
“Stay in the building until your father arrives.” Her mother ordered.
“Yes, mom.”
“Your father has been on the phone with Mr. Winters getting information on how to handle this situation.”
“Is Mr. Winters upset?” Erika bit her lower lip.
“I haven’t spoken to him. I’ll see you after school at the hotel.”
“Okay. Thanks mom.”
“What’s going on?” Stan inquired.
Erika sighed heavily. “More drama.”