Brian thought that he was hiding his true nature in school from everyone,
but soon, something he had never planned on happening began.
Someone was after him!
Hide and Seek
Part 1

by Valerie Preston

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Author's Note: Sometimes I get into those moods where I feel like a quickie to type out for my fans, and then I get the one-off one where I feel like maybe stretching my fantasy a little longer. It's been a long while since I have last posted for you all, so hold your breath! I'm going to let my imagination run wild in an entirely new way. I hope the steaminess later on doesn't get your panties in a bunch. ~StacyInLove (Would-Be)
 
 

 

Part 1.

Brian Smith had been a very moody person for some time. He knew his mother had first noticed it when he was 9 years old. He did his best to keep putting up excuse after excuse and avoided talking about it. Her several attempts to try and break the ice with him had nearly aged him twenty years in fright. He could never, ever, reveal his dark secret to her! The shame and humiliation would be more than he could bear!

The urges had really begun half a year earlier when he began noticing the cute clothing the girls in his school were wearing. The clothing seemed to call out to him with an air of mysticism. He felt that he needed to wear clothing like them. No, that was wrong, he was one of them. A she.

And she deserved to wear clothing just like any other girl.

“Oh my God!” Brian thought to himself, “What do I do?” First panic, then the accompanying shame caused him to blush in both happiness in learning what had been wrong with himself all of this time and the fear of being found out by others. But now that he had identified his problem, how would he solve it?

“Brian,” Shelly whispered in his ear, “What's wrong? You looked like you went a little pale there?”

Embarrassed at being caught in his mind drift, Brian weakly smiled, “Ummm, nothing really. Just didn't have any breakfast this morning and I'm try to think of what to eat at the cafeteria for lunch.”

Shelly didn't really believe him but Brian had always clammed up and became a loner. It's like he was always afraid of people.

Over the next few days, Brian, with a newfound determination, used his computer to look up his problem on the internet. A transsexual – one whose mind or being did not match what their outside body appeared sexually. Along the lines of research he came across was the regulations and procedures for going about trying to correct it. It was ungodly expensive! And so many doctor visits with many psychiatrists and practitioners. He would have to be 18 before he could get the surgery! He couldn't afford it! Brian's heart dropped.

While feeling let down, he casually came across a website called Fictionmania. Fictional stories about people changing their sex, some willingly, and others having it done unto them for punishment. But as Brian began reading the various stories of characters wanting to voluntarily transition, he found that those stories really pulled on his heart. He became drawn into the world of changing one's sex. He realized that these characters were just like him! Of course, he knew the differences between boys and girls, and he knew in his mind and heart that he was the opposite sex of boys.

It was then that he noticed an advertisement at the top of the page: At-Home Pharmacy. You could buy a range of drugs from them in various amounts. Brian nervously clicked on the advertisement. It brought him to a page that beheld a variety of disorders and he then he saw it! Hormone therapy! He knew this term is what was part of the process of transitioning from a male to a female from the research he had been doing online.

He clicked the link.

The page that came up next was further divided into male hormone therapy, and female. He clicked on the female hormone therapy link. To his utter amazement, he saw a variety of hormone brands and types. He then began comparing prices and amounts and finally narrowed down to a combination pill of both estrogen and progesterone. The best bargain was a one year supply. The cost was a little hefty at $140, but he had saved up his allowance and helping his neighbors with their chores he had a total of $96 and some odd change. To pay, he would need either a credit card of some type or a Paypal account with a bank. That meant he would need to ask his mother to use her card for the purchasing since he did not have a bank account yet.

How would he be able to purchase these and not let her know?

He sat that there for many minutes staring at his desktop computer. Then the idea hit him!

Brian hopped down the stairs and explained to his mother that the ram slots in his motherboard were going bad and that he needed to purchase a new board. He added that he had found the replacement board online to be cheaper than what the local computer shop could get it for him at $140. He showed his mother the money he had saved up for forever and that he would give it to her and pay the remainder back to her weekly as he did his normal yard work for his neighbors and helping out the old couple that lived a few houses down. Mrs. Smith thought it over and felt that if it would help keep her son happy, then it would be worth it. She dug into her purse and then handed Brian her credit card.

Brian, smiling to no end, thanked his mother and dashed back upstairs towards his room, leaving all his hard earned cash on the couch beside his mother.

“Be sure to bring it right back down when you are through placing the order!” she hollered as she neatly packed Brian's money into her wallet.

“Will do Mom!” came the response from up the stairs.
 
 
Brian, hardly believing his luck at being able to do this, had to lightly slap his face a couple of times to bring himself back down to reality. This had to be a dream! This couldn't happen in real life!

He clicked on the one year supply of the combination pills and went to the checkout page. He carefully read that the items would be shipped in an unmarked cardboard box for privacy, with the company logo tag on the shipping label as “At-Home Ltd.” That seemed like that was pretty well covered to ensure his mother did not realize what it was that he was buying. He then remembered it had to come shipped in a box shaped like one that a motherboard was sold in. Scanning the checkout page there was a text field for special instructions. He typed in:
 

“Please ship my order in a computer motherboard box or one that is similar in size. This is very important.”

 
 
He then clicked the Place Order button. Several moments went by and Brian was nervously sweating. Just when he felt like he couldn't take it anymore, the new page came up showing that his order was complete and that a receipt copy was sent to his email account.

Excitement enraptured his very being! At long last, he had taken matters into his own hands and would slowly become the girl that he knew that he was inside! He was so giddy and dazed that he fell back onto his bed and bounced a couple of times. Thoughts about his hair and what style he would like began flooding his brain. Nails, what color? Oh yeah! Clothes too!

Days went by and as Brian went to school, and did his weekly work for his neighbors, people began to notice a change in his demeanor. The dreamy smile that ever so often appeared on his face caught the attention of many. He also appeared more energetic and conscious of others. After some of the neighbors had complimented him more out of the blue than normal, Brian soon realized that he had to keep his outward appearance like he had always been or that he would be found out.

After having paid his mother back the remainder of what he had owed her, Brian then began his mission to become a girl! He rode his bicycle down to the local pharmacy store and locked his bike up outside. Once in he went over to the magazine section and pulled out a few fashion magazines like Seventeen, Glamour, and few others. He checked out the articles on nails and colors and then proceeded over to the makeup aisle. Some light red varnish and a clear-coat cover were gathered. Some facial wash pads he picked up along with a hair-volumizing conditioner and a matching shampoo. Finally, he picked a small four pack of lady's razors.

Brian had noticed the stockings on the end aisle but realized that girls his age wore leggings. So that was a no-go. That meant either Target or Wal-Mart. Brian reasoned that he would have to go about this slowly and in stages. After all, this had to remain a secret.

At the register, Brian was again inwardly nervous somewhat about his purchases being looked at by the clerk. The man, while not outwardly showing anything odd about the items being purchased, smiled back at him and said, “That will be $23.75.”

Brian was unconsciously studying the man. His clean crew cut styled sandy hair, the way the eyes were framed by his slightly tanned skin, his face, the strength his arms had from the large musc... Ooops! He was talking to me!

“Umm, could you repeat that please?” Brian bashfully asked as he pulled out his wallet.

“$23.75.” he repeated, “Do you have a rewards card with us?”

“I don't,” Brian sheepishly answered, biting his lower lip as he handed the clerk the money.
 
 
Outside, the store, as he unlocked the chain through his bike, he noticed on the sidewalk, a shadow of someone that had been walking towards him and stop next to him. Brian turned around and looked up.

“Hi! My name's Robert Jones, but I usually go by Bobby.”

Brian, clenching the bag together to block the view inside it, smiled, “My name is Brian.” Brian then noticed that Bobby seemed to be checking him out. He saw Bobby's eyes flicker and a strange look befell his face.

“Do you live around here?” he then asked Brian.

“Sure, just over that way on Maple Street.”

A grin covered Bobby's face as he then next said, “Well I guess we are neighbors then. We just moved in today on the corner house at the end of Maple Street - the blue one. You aren't too far away then.”

For some reason, Brian did not feel compelled to try and blow off Bobby like he did so many people that tried to become friends with him. His dark secret of being a girl and the fear of what others would do to him if it were ever discovered kept him in battle mode. Bobby's charm and friendliness seemed somehow different to him. That, and the fact Bobby was a few inches taller, stronger than himself, and seemed genuinely interested in becoming friends with him sort of disarmed his internal defense systems. Cautiously, Brian raised himself up onto the bike seat and looked back over towards Bobby.

“Hey,” Bobby exclaimed, “Can you wait just a minute for me? I came here to grab a couple of 2 liters of cola for our celebration dinner. We ordered out for pizza and chicken wings. You are invited to come over too if you like?”

Brian internally fought against the comfortableness that Bobby was pouring on him. It was strange feeling he was experiencing. A friend? An interest in him? Like a girl would her boyfriend? No, that wasn't it either. It was more like an interesting friend! Okay, I'll give it a shot!

“Okay. I'll wait here for you,” he offered as he looked into Bobby's blue eyes, “But I will have to check with my mother before accepting. I'll ride back with you to your house first though.”

“Super! I'll be back out in a jiff!” Bobby hurriedly replied as he dashed inside the pharmacy.
 
 
Brian was sitting there balancing his bicycle while deep in thought. Why am I becoming friends with a perfect stranger? It's dangerous if he finds out. But he seems like a really nice guy too. Hmm. I know I am going to get the third degree from Mom when she hears I have a friend. My image that I need to maintain towards everyone else will get more complicated. Well, you only live life once, so what the heck?

Also, Bobby did look me over, as if searching for something. What gives there? It was a little uncomfortable but I don't think he saw anything in the bag.

Brian let a silly grin ply across his face as he thought about Bobby's features. He realized that it was actually becoming easier for him to fantasize about the opposite sex. To a normal boy, this should be hideous and revolting to even think this way. But for as long as he could remember, ever since he was forced into separations from the girls; from playing with girls at the beginning of first grade in school and into separate activities and separate restrooms, he rebelled at the thought of being lumped in with the other boys. It was wrong!

Brian even remembered what his teacher Ms. Dearborn had told him when he scoffed at being put into groups with the boys for class activities, “My dear, you are a boy. Boys are not girls. You will have to get used to being with the other boys. It's only natural.” That statement echoed in his mind and that was when he realized that something about him was wrong. What the adults were forcing him to do felt really wrong with him. He even asked his mother that night when he came home about what had happened at school that day.

His mother explained, “Well, as you get older, boys and girls need to be separated for different things. It is a part of growing up and until you become an adult, certain things need for boys and girls to be separated. Like using the restroom for example. Being left alone together unsupervised, that dear, with some boys or girls that are mischievous, could lead to awful trouble. So, don't let it bother you. Things are like that for a good reason.”

His mother had rubbed his hair and smiled.

But still, that did not answer his questions and it led to the feeling he should keep quiet about this and not say anything nor ask anyone again until he learned what was wrong with him and how to fix why he felt the way he did. To Brian, it was totally wrong to feel being away from the girls. He was more scared and afraid to participate with the boys.

But now, he properly knew why. He was a girl after all!
 
 
A light pat on his back shook him from his daydreaming.

“Okay. I'm all set. Let's head back.” Bobby slung the double bagged colas over his shoulder and walked along beside Brian while he slowly pedaled to keep his balance and not cause Bobby to have to walk at a more brisk pace.

Bobby began telling him about his favorite console games and hobbies and likes. It seemed that Bobby was a more active person than he was. He liked activities like running, swimming, soccer, console games, and fantasy / sci-fi / action movies. Brian was more of a closeted computer nerd that studied and did not do much else. Hmm. Differences can be worth exploring. Bobby's house soon came into view.

The moving van was parked in the driveway and the movers were almost done as the van was nearly empty. The front door was open and inside could be seen stacks of boxes, furniture in the general paces that they should be with wrapping paper and tape still on some of it.

Brian dismounted his bike and kick-standed it beside the garage entrance.

“My parents are probably out back. My dad was setting up the lawn furniture when I left for the drinks,” Bobby grinned and grabbed Brian's hand, pulling him along through the open front door of his house.

“Hey Dad? Is it okay for me to invite over a friend to eat dinner with us?” he yelled. We then entered the den and saw the sliding patio door open with both of Bobby's parents sitting around an ornate metal lawn table signing the packing list and receipt for the movers.

“Sure son. One minute,” Mr. Jones replied.

Bobby then let go of Brian's hand and they moved over to the empty chair beside the table. Brian stood there looking around at the yard, how much larger it was then ours being a good sized corner lot. The newer wooden privacy fence bordered it keeping casual passersby from peeking into the backyard. A large in ground pool with the water pump gurgling away drew my attention like a bee homing onto a flower! Oh man! Pool time!

Bobby tapped Brian's arm. “Go ahead Bri and have a seat.”

Brian countered, “You should probably take it Bobby since I have to ride back and ask my mom.”

Bobby then turned the chair to face the seat towards me more and bowed, “I must insist that you should have the throne your excellency.”

Oh-My-God! He just did not do that... did he?

Brian blushed a crimson red and decided to sit down while both his mother and dad laughed at his performance. The movers put the paperwork into their clipboard and walked back over to the van. The noises made as the moving van door was closed and the powered back ramp was being put away were heard.

“I'm Robert Jones Sr.” Bobby's father said reaching over the table and heartily shaking my hand.

“I'm Angela Jones, Bobby's mother,” She almost sang as she more lightly took my hand and made my acquaintance.

“I'm Brian Smith. I ran into Bobby here at the pharmacy. Would it be okay for me to ask my mother if I could stay for dinner with you all?”

“Sure thing Brian,” He agreed and began to fish out a flip phone from his pocket.

“Umm,” Brian stammered, really needing to get back home and stash away the precious loot he purchased, “I don't live far down the street. I need to drop these off first at home.” He held up the closed bag.

“Okay Brian,” Mrs. Jones smiled, “Ask your parents to come back with you. It would be quite nice to meet our new neighbors.”

Saved!

“Will do Mrs. Jones!” Brian smiled back and then stood up to leave. Bobby walked silently behind Brian as he made his way around the side of the house to the fence gate next to the garage and unlatched it to open. The moving van, now gone, left the driveway totally clear. Brian slipped back onto his bike, still holding the bag with his purchases and keenly aware that Bobby was still watching him. He seemed like he was going to accompany him home.

Brian then began, “Bobby. I'll be right back.”

“I know that,” he grinned, “But you said you live close and I kinda wanted to see where.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “Bobby you are so weird.”

“No more weirder than you!” he laughed.

Okay, I give up. He can come along.

They rode along slowly again on the sidewalk with Bobby in tow. The silence between us as we headed the two blocks towards Brian's house was actually welcome as they listened to just the birds chirping and the occasional car passing by. Having a friend is really sort of a new experience for me. But Bobby seemed a little clingy to me. Of course, I was a loner. So maybe this is how having a friend for the first time, in like forever, felt like?
 
 
Eventually, Brian steered the bike up towards his home and to the garage. Bobby helped him lift up the garage door and he took and positioned the bike next to the wall and pushed the kickstand down and balanced it. Brian just wondered why Bobby was treating him so nicely? He stood there holding the bag, his mouth almost hanging open in bewilderment.

Bobby didn't say a word. He just grinned and walked over beside Brian and pulled the garage door back down for him as well.

Brian just shook his head in astonishment.
 
 
“Hey Mom! I'm home,” Brian loudly announced as he and Bobby entered the house and Bobby shut the front door behind him.

“Oh, hi dear,” she started as she appeared in view coming in from the living room and then noticed Bobby standing beside me.

“Well, well, I see you have a friend with you?” she eyed Brian with surprise and that all knowing, all seeing, Mom-radar was pinging Brian and Bobby both.

Bobby stepped forth and held his hand out. “I'm Bobby Jones. We just moved into the blue corner house at the end of the street today. My parents want to know if your family would like to dine with us tonight out back? We ordered 3 medium pizzas of a variety and some chicken wings.”

“Well thank you, Bobby! That is very kind of your parents. I am Lisa Smith. Are you going to attend Frederick Charles Krueger Jr. High with Brian?”

“Yes Ma'm, I am.”

“That's great! My Brian does so well there. I'm a single parent now. Brian's father passed away in a car accident 7 years ago. But we are doing well, despite that.”

Bobby kind of had a sad look on his face as he looked over at Brian. Brian just lowered his eyes some, obviously affected by loss of his father.

“Oh Brian,” his mother added, “Your computer part came in today. Go ahead and take it to your room upstairs and I'll freshen up and drive us over.” Then turning towards Bobby, “Feel free to watch television while we get ready.”

Brian's eyes lit up as a tingle of fear chilled his spine. He saw the package on his mother's desk where she stored their mail at. It did look like a motherboard box wrapped in plain brown wrapping paper. It didn't to have appeared to be opened.

Whew!

Brian, fearful that Bobby would actually attempt to follow him up the stairs and into his room, pointed over to the couch, “I'll be right back down.”

Brian then dashed over to the desk, grabbed the box, and dashed up to his room and tossed everything onto the bed. Locking the door, Brian went over to the package and looked at the label. It did indeed, as advertised, say At-Home Ltd. So it did not appear to give away what was contained within.

Ripping the wrapping paper off, Brian saw an MSI Motherboard box. Pulling the flap open, Brian gazed upon the treasure within. Four stacks of three bound medicine boxes of tablets that had been buffered with bubble wrap. The hormones!

Briefly glancing at the instructions on the back of one of the boxes, Brian ripped open one end of a pillbox and popped out the blister pack. He then pushed one tablet out and went over to his computer desk and unscrewed the cap of a used bottle of water that he had left there.

Brian then downed the tablet with a swig.

Girlhood, here I come!
 
 

 
To Be Continued...
 
 
End of Part 1. Hide and Seek

=====Meet Your Fate!=====

¶#dungeon:13.07.2017 16:11:18

Logging has started. The god Mitra, of whom Keltraya worshiped, materialized upon this mortal world on the docks where we brought up into port. He put the dock-master to shame for his cheating ways and scheming for more money. Mitra inspired fear and forced the truth of what he had done out in front of everyone on the docks at that moment. What wasn't well known, was that as Mitra appeared, a certain party member, a white dragon of half human heritage, slipped unnoticed over the other side of the sloop and disappeared within the crowd.

“I went off to do the proper thing a dragon should do when they fail to keep a word promise,” Valeria mused as she rubbed the soapy water over her bare chest and shoulders, “I had gone to purchase a new set of clothing and to take a bath. At the time, I was thinking of offing myself on the bed in a fresh new set of clothes to give myself at least a proper send off. What actually happened, was that I had altered my plan upon touching the soothing hot water in the tub. It felt absolutely divine. I realized that I could leave faster if I used my claws to slit my wrists. To have it over with as fast and painless as possible.”

Alice tsk'tsked Valeria. “Dragon girl you know that is a no no.”

Valeria curled her lip, “You know my kind's sense of duty and honor. Besides, I didn't know that it was YOU who was there in the bath.”

The little girl rocked her legs back and forth on the wooden chair beside the tub. “Continue telling me what happened next. Please.”

Valeria worked some soap in her long wet strands of hair and said, “Well, I was in the tub and slit both wrists after lighting a candle of which I had placed on the tub edge. The tub water quickly turned dark red as the blood streamed out. I was doing this for the failure to bring back the reimbursement for which I had owed the dock-master properly. I would like to think the rest of the party soon realized I was missing.”

Alice smiled. “So what went through your head as you sat in the tub? Regret? Happiness?”

“Honestly, I was watching the warm red liquid slink its way into the bathwater, snaking its way down my wrist and dripping into the water. I had become mesmerized with the sight and the feeling of becoming weaker. Spots appeared within my vision, I felt faint, and the sensation of escaping what I viewed as injustice filled my mind.”

“I believe I then appeared before you,” Alice gleamed, “and then I said – Well now is the time to see if your compatriots can find you in time. Or is it you want to leave?”

Valeria's gaze stay fixated to the bathwater. “I failed to keep a promise.”

Alice arose from the chair and helped soap up Valeria's hair from behind. “Hmmm. Let us see. Dicebot! D20+2”

The number 1d20+2: 4+2=6 appeared. Alice frowned. “Not so good.”

Valeria shrugged. Her luck had not been so good, so she figured she was keeping in tune with how it had been.

Alice brought her mouth ever closer to Valeria's ear, “Remember what I said next? I asked, It says here that the goddess Aleria is your Patron. Has she ever helped you before?”

“I then said no,” Valeria quietly whispered. “I never asked for, nor required... her help. Who am I, to ask a goddess for... assistance?”

Alice then grabbed a pitcher of freshly heated water to to begin to slowly rinse out the soap from Valeria's hair.

“My response was - Sometimes the mysterious gods randomly choose a mortal to either toy with, or truly advance their worshiper's cause to match the god's own agenda. So, do you wish to be rescued or leave this life unfulfilled?”
Valeria soaked in the feeling of the water rinsing through her hair.

“I then commented that you were just, a human child, How... could you... help me?”

“Me? A human child? Whatever gave you that idea?” Alice began laughing hard.

Valeria monotonically emphasized, “I was half conscious, and the form you are using is that of a human girl approximately of an age of fourteen to sixteen. I had no reason to think otherwise until what you did next.”

Alice pressed her forehead against the back of Valeria's wet hair. “I am? You were beginning to lose consciousness. I may have the form of a little girl, but I am also many things. Not the least of which is to help you, dear one.”

Alice reached down in the water and brings up Valeria's left arm. She repeats what she had done that night. She brushed her finger lightly over the area where the slit was, gently causing goosebumps in her protege. The skin on the slit wrist, at that time, had began to pull together and close, leaving no sign of a wound ever having been there. She then repeated the same on her right wrist.

Valeria choked out, “W-why?”

Alice poured more warm water over Valeria's shoulders. “Why indeed? Because... you have so much more ahead of you. I have big plans for you dragon girl. Big plans.
Your kind was dwindling in the world, and I intended to do something about it. Let us just say, I have a vested interest in your species. But my plans involve you directly. You... specifically.”

A gentle bite on Valeria's ear from Alice caused her to slightly squeal and it awoke her. “I was just tired.”

Alice smirked, “Sssshh!” She then put her finger across Valeria's lips. “Tired perhaps, but never alone. I have been watching over you. Watched how you excelled at the tests I had placed before you. Including your stubborn Word Promise. Sometimes the best of things come in strange packages.”

Alice then leaned around to the front of Valeria and gazed into her eyes. “Do you believe in your deity?”

“At the time, I was straining to keep my eyes open, but I do remember saying yes.”

“Good! Because she just saved you from leaving your mission unfulfilled.” Alice then kissed Valeria on her forehead. “Don't disappoint me white one. I am watching, and yes, I do care what happens to you.”

¶#dungeon:13.07.2017 16:28:08

A flash of light and the bathroom is dark once more with the blood tainted water and Valeria was sleeping with her head on the edge of the tub.

Alice then began to undress. “Okay, you awaken in the tub and it still night through the window. The candle has burned out, and the bathwater is a red stained mess and cool.”

Valeria cocked her head at the fact her deity was undressing before her. “I-I believe it was then I examined my wrists for wounds that apparently didn't exist anymore.”

“Of course.”

“So, examining the fact that the water was still red, I had in fact wounded myself, only to have had something heal me?”

“Yep.” Alice pointed to herself.

“I presume the others had found me then?”

“That would be a no,” Alice said as she slipped into the tub with Valeria.

“Your new clothing was lying there on the bench along with the 2 new towels to use.”

Alice began to soap herself up and turned around in the tub awaiting Valeria's response. Valeria then realized that she was wanting her back done. Valeria began to gently run a washcloth with soap along her deity's back.

“I guess the others were worried about me?”

“That could be an understatement. You were weak and sort of woozy at standing. You needed to go to your room to lay down. I then consulted Dicebot to your situation. Dicebot! D20 please.

The number appeared in the air. 1d20: 17.

“So you were just barely able to function even with the massive blood loss.”

Valeria closed her eyes. “I remember specifically draining the tub, drying myself off, then using one towel to wrap my hair in and having put on my clothing. I then stumbled along slowly to my room. I made it to the bed.”

“Yes! I made sure you made it there with no more incident and that the room was neatly done, fresh, and inviting for you to sleep within.”

“I turned in for the night then.”

“You did,”Alice admitted as she turned around and surprised Valeria with a warm and loving kiss that lingered long after their lips parted.

Alice stared back at Valeria's questioning eyes. She then smiled and continued, “Sometime in the morning I had appeared before your group mates and shown them the way here to your room. They were taking too long to find you. I interfered with the process and sped things along.”

Alice then boldly pressed herself against Valeria's bare self against the tub side and slowly nibbled at her neck. Valeria lost her sense and gave in to the emotions.

“Your group mates,” Alice breathed, “They then stirred you from your slumber. I had led them into your room.”

“I..I.. did not know then how they had found me.”

“Your friend Ekessirthos,” Alice made out between nibbling the dragon girl's neck flesh with her lips, “said some little girl had said that you were here. We followed her.”

Valeria moaned slightly. “He meant you. You had been with me at the tub that night.”

“Just like now?” Alice mused. She grinned evilly and began pecking gently along Valeria's chest.

“Mmm. You are an excellent partner.” Alice replied after ceasing the mind numbing affliction of affection to her protege. “Your friend Allysa then said – Well at least we found you! The dock-master was ordered to leave you alone by Mitra no less! In front of everyone along the docks at the time. You don't have to pay him back anything!”

“And what did you say dear one?”

Valeria paused and reflected before saying, “That.. that is wrong. I do need to keep my word.”

“Right!” Alice beamed. She then huffed and held her stomach in and let loose a deep manly voice, “Keltraya added - Ye' dent seem to get the werd pretty lass. Ye have been expung'ed of anything. Yer free as the wren flying in the morning sky."'

Valeria laughed at the very real impression of Keltraya Alice did. She could swear it was his voice.

“It doesn't matter,” Valeria shook her head. “ I still will pay him as soon as I can. A dragon's word is unbreakable.”

“That was when Alyssa helped dress you. She actually got me envious. First time in... I don't know how long.”

“Well you and the troupe then headed downstairs into the inn where I was helping with breakfast. I simply made everyone believe I was a worker there. You noticed that mainly humans, half elves, and dwarves are in this inn today. No gnomes or goblins.”

Alice then grabbed both of Valeria's hands and gently kissed them.

“Alyssa then told you of that new job. She went on, I believe, We now have a new job and a lead. South of here there is castle run by some bandits. An evil creature known as The Bandit Lord reigns supreme. He has been harassing merchants and caravans moving from city to city. The bad news is that none of the nearby cities can afford to raise a militia or army to march south and fight him. He is a big thorn in the side and bleeding the wealth from all of the surrounding city-states.”

“And I replied – We are that force?”

“Yes, Alyssa continued. You will even get your money that you need from this job. This city has offered us 200 gold ea to take him out by any means. We can keep whatever we find.”

Alice then added, “I remember you also ordering a waffle and a side salad that I had brought you.”

Valeria sadly looked at her, “Yes, I wanted to start out light. I was ravenous for meat, but I did not want to become sick. Yes I saw that it was you who had served me my dish. Why me?”

Alice stood up and helped Valeria up and out of the tub. They proceeded to dry off. But Alice pushed herself against Valeria so that their eyes met.

“Remember white one, your name is my name. It just has a letter “V” in front of it.” She then drove her lips to press against Valeria's for what seemed like an eternity.

They then both dressed in silence. Before Alice left, she turned to Valeria, “That, and I like you.”

With that quip, she was gone.

¶#dungeon:13.07.2017 16:49:52

=====Our Fate has Been Dealt!=====

¶#dungeon:13.07.2017 16:49:57 Valeria : okies

¶#MainRoom:13.07.2017 17:09:30 SUNSHINE : Who is or was Alice?
 
 
ps: Sunshine is our DM. Alice hijacked that for the session. She came back just as Alice logged.