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Chapter Three: A Confession“Kat,” my voice was strange to me and yet not, just like the changes to my body. “I am James.” She looked at me with wide eyes, and then they narrowed and really studied my face. “Right!” She said after a good burst of laughter. “If he was on to me, why couldn’t the creep just confront me instead of putting you here with me.” She had a point there; I was not James, at least not anymore. I got out of the bed and paced around the place trying to think, as I was in a real shit storm now. All of my ID, all my credit cards, it was all for a man that, by the weighty bounce brought on by my pacing around, I was not anymore. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on here, I have to be having a really bad dream, but I am James.” Then it occurred to me that I was asking for understanding from… “You were fucking stealing from me you whore!” I was livid all over again. I started to get madder as she started laughing. “What the fuck is so funny?!?!?!!!” “Lady,” She started getting dressed. “I don’t know who you are but you stay with this guy you are gonna get hurt. This guy is a user.” “Wait!” I started after her. Damn breasts they were in the way and the bouncing around when I moved too fast or hard was annoying. “What?” She stopped at the door, dressed. “I need a bra or something so I can go out.” I was talking about whatever came to mind first to keep from actually thinking. “Sweetie,” she smirked at me, “my bra is not going to work for you.” “Why not?” I demanded of her. She closed the door with a resigned sigh and took off her blouse as she came over to me, unhooking her bra as she stopped near me. “I have to get outta here, you know.” She handed me the bra and I looked at it. It was an object of clothing I had spent my life working to get off of women and now putting it on seemed… insane, the whole thing was. “I came over to fuck him so I could get his new card numbers and wake up to you being planted in bed with me.” “Kat.” I hooked the straps over my shoulders that went and reached back to try and hook the hooks behind me. “Don’t call me that. You will never get it that way.” She advised. I considered the problem a moment, then took the straps off my shoulders and put the back under the globes of my breasts. I hooked it together and turned it around. The thing was already digging into my skin. Kaitlyn seemed to be enjoying this. I put the straps in and instantly found breathing an issue along with the sharp pain. I looked down and my breasts were spilling out all around her bra, which made me frown, and it really really hurt. “See I am a smallish C with a thin build.” Kaitlyn unhooked it and I took a deep relieved breath. “I’d say you got some nicely sized D’s there, what is your name?.” “James.” I insisted again. “And you are a curvy gal to boot.” She swatted my ass as I had soft often done in the throes of fucking her, but mine had been harder to her and it made me jump. “You need to get to a lingerie store around the corner if he left you with no clothes. Take some of his stuff to get there.” “How do I know it fits right?” My voice sounded far away even to me as I saw she was getting dressed. She looked at me strangely and shook her head. “You are a sweet girl, James, get out while you can.” She reached for the door. “Will you help me?” I was lost and getting more so each minute. “James, you sexy girl, but when the real James come here with the cops, I plan on being gone.” She opened the door and started through it. “I believe this is payback for him, if I still believe it really happened by lunch time.” The door closed and I was left alone with a rush of emotion in the silence of an apartment full of things I had valued that, at the moment, were of not one scrap of usefulness to me. I dropped onto the sofa, put my face in my hands and cried long and hard. Thankfully it was a Saturday, so I was not expected in the office. This meant that the 30 minute crying jag did not take away from my job, though I had no idea how I was going to explain this at the office on Monday. In all, I was a little surprised at how good a nice big cry felt and how much it cleared my head. I found a tissue and cleared up the inevitable results of the crying jag and was finishing that task when the phone rang. I picked it up and gave out a shaky, “Hello?” “Jamie?” I heard my mother’s voice on the other end of the connection. “I’m sorry but I had to.” “Had to what, mom?” I asked a little confused as to why she was apologizing to me. “They came to see me last night.” She explained and I could hear the tears in her voice. “Who came to see you?” This was getting more confusing. “Sharon, Kay, and Cathy’s mom and sister.” She blew her nose away from the phone. “ “Sharon Herron.” Suddenly realization dawned on me. “Ms Herron?” I knew it was, Kay was the cheerleader, and Cathy was the drill team Colonel. All women I had taken my way with when I was in High School. “Why did they come and see you?” “Because you skipped your reunion.” She sniffed. “They had gone to confront you.” “Confront me about what?” I was suddenly very self conscious that I was naked and pulled on a button down oxford, my favorite shirt, to cover myself. “About what you did to them.” She said softly. “To every woman in your life.” “What are you talking about, Mom?” I was feeling very uneasy about this conversation. “ “Look mom, I was just honest with..” “You used them Jamie!” She shouted into the phone. “You walked all over them the way I had let you walk all over me and I am still doing it. I call to talk to my only child and you are always too busy for your mother. A girl gives you all that she has and you tell her she needs bigger breasts? Now you want to say you had nothing to do with it.” She was so shrill in the phone because she was crying; I knew it and I started crying a little myself. “So I remembered what I learned from the Bayous and we gathered to make you understand.” “You did this?” I felt stunned to the core of my being. “You would never hear me or any other woman, Jamie.” “JAMES!” I screeched into the phone. “Undo this mother, now.” “I can’t Jamie.” “Mom, this is not sending me to my room,” I pleaded. “You made me a woman! Please undo it.” “I can’t Jamie.” She was weeping openly again. “You want to mom, I can hear it.” I had to get her to fix it. “I thought it was going to be a dream!” She sobbed. “I thought I was going to give a dream for you to see what it was like to be one of the women in you life. I... I didn’t know it was possible to make you female for real.” “What are you saying, mom?” I asked as the world seemed to screech to a sudden and silent halt, save for my mother’s weeping. “I am saying I don’t know how this happened or how to undo it.” “Who does mother?” “No one.” She sobbed loudly. “And no one would believe it happened.” “I’ll come down there and make them.” I was sure I had a way out of this now. I turned for my wallet and froze. On the spot where I had dropped my wallet last night, was a fine leather purse. “Jesus, mom.” “What?” She sobbed in my ear as I opened the purse and pulled out the ladies wallet. She was begging me to tell her what as I opened it up and saw my driver’s license. As I read it I sank onto my fine leather sofa in despair. “My driver’s license says I am a female, mom……” |