18 It Started?

18 It Started?

 

“Morning Bobbi,” Jenny said, and I opened my eyes. I guess she decided to take a day partially off, as she had her pajama top on this time… although only panties below that.

“Morning Jens. Practice again?”

“Yeah, can you drive me?”

“Sure.”

We ate breakfast alone. Mom was volunteering and Dad was at work. I decided to try my white skirt today, along with a light green top. “Jenny?” I called, as I brushed my hair, “Can I wear this white bra with the green top?”

She came in, brushing her own hair and still in her bra and panties, “Try it on so I can see,” she said. Then, “Yeah, that works. You can see it a little bit, but not bad.”

“I wish I didn’t have to wear a bra,” I said, “It is so hot outside, and it just makes me sweat.”

She laughed, “We all wish that, Bobbi.”

I took the script to practice again, and stopped at the station (with that wiered type) again to grab myself a Cherry Coke. I would have to quit this habit, I said to myself, or I would start getting fat.

I sat down and started working on my lines, which I already knew pretty well. I would be so up on my lines by the time I got to school that I would be able to concentrate completely on acting. But I hadn’t been sitting there ten minutes when I suddenly felt wet. Had I peed myself? This girls anatomy was so stupid finicky.

Suddenly I realized what had happened and, packing my script carefully but quickly into the backpack I headed off to the girls room. One of the mothers was there this time, but I didn’t care and went quickly into a stall. “Are you OK, dear?” The mother said from just outside the door. I had probably looked a bit panicked.

“Bad timing,” I said, and she chuckled.

“Do you need anything?”

“No, I got it,” I said, hoping it was true.

There wasn’t much blood, for which I was profoundly grateful, so I wiped it up, put one of the pads on, the one Jenny had said I should use first. But when I got up I realized that… I scrunched my panties around some… this felt weird, having that in there.

I tried my best to walk out casually, but the mother, sitting across the room, still grinned at me. And I hadn’t sat there for more than five more minutes before the pain hit. It was horrid! How did girls stand this? The mother came over.

“Very bad timing, eh?” She asked, handing me a small bottle. Advil. “Usually the cramps start first.”

“Not for me,” I said, which Jenny had told me was true, “I tend to get a double whammy. But luckily it tends to be over quickly.”

“Well, that’s good anyway,” she said as I took the pills.

“Thanks,” I said, handing back the bottle.

“Happens to us all,” she said, walking away.

Not all of us, I thought. Only half of us. Only girls, like I was now.

“Hey Bobbi,” Jennifer said.

“Hey Jens,” I said, and she must have seen the look on my face.

“It started?” she whispered? “Here?”

I nodded, and we went to the car.

“Great, now I will probably start,” she said, “And I never did get to go swimming with Suzy.”

“Do you want to go today?” I asked, “I could study alone.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?” She said, excited.

“No.”

“Just a sec,” she said, and dashed off, and then dash back.“Oh, thanks Bobbi. Can you take me home for my suit and then…”

“Yes,” I said.

So it was that, an hour later, I had undressed, had a snack, and was sitting in the living room, alone in the house, staring at a pile of books. Alone. Regardless of everyone, and how wonderful they were I was alone. That first day I was desperate to change back. Today I was desperate not to. But either way I had to, and Caleb was working his hardest to get me to. I hoped in my heart of hearts that it wasn’t because he wanted, really wanted, his Roberta instead of me.

“Bobbi?”

“Caleb!” I jumped up and ran and hugged him, “You’re home?” I just loved the way he looked in his work clothes. He was still all gross and sweaty, so he must have come straight here.

“Yes. The lady I was working for got a call and had to go out of town for a couple of days. Hey, I brought the notebook, so we can go over the various possibilities.”

“Oh, OK,” I said, and we sat down together on the couch.

“The guys on the web have been really helpful, and I think we have narrowed the possibilities down somewhat. There are still some votes for some of the others, but these are the main candidates:

First of all, Hypnosis. I really like this, for obvious reasons. It would mean that you are really you… you do want to be you, don’t you?

“Oh, yes. That is, I don’t want to be Roberta, I want to be this me.”

“Well,” he said, grinning, “I like this me too… not that I didn’t like your old me. But this me is engaged to me, and is…” he waved his hand at me, grinning, and I grinned back.

Next?“ I asked. I was enjoying this so far.

“The next one is… more interesting. No one believes the time travel idea, it has far too many holes. Well, a couple of people are still voting for it, but basically it is dead. However someone proposed a variant on it that I found interesting, and a lot of people like. It is called a ‘time echo’. What if someone was able, not to mess with time itself, but mess with your memory of time? What if they were able to send a message bouncing back nineteen years and then back to your brain, with a kind of ‘what if’. Then you would wake up remembering a time change that never happened.”

“And, would it be permanent or temporary?”

“We have no way of knowing.”

“Well, I like that one too. Either way I end up with you.” I said, leaning up against him and hugging his arm.

“I would like it too, but it is way too powerful, and we are afraid it is what the government is thinking happened. It has all the same problems, with the ability to turn people into doctors or spies. Unless the government has already learned how to do it, they will be particularly interested in everyone it happened to.”

I shuddered and clung to him, feeling cold. “What else?”

“Well, the next one is called inter-dimensional mind transplantation… hey, it’s your mom and some friends.”

“What?” I said, panicking, and raced up the stairs, reaching the top just as I heard the door open.

“Did I make it?” I asked Caleb, who came up in a more leisurely fashion.

“Well, the lady right behind your mother was my mother, and she was grinning up a storm when she came in. But worse things happen in war,” he said, kissing me roundly.

“Say,” he said, “I think you are having a bit of a feminine problem…”

“Oh, I totally forgot!” I said and, grabbing a robe, raced off to the bathroom. He came in a minute later with my comforter. “Oh, don’t tell me I got blood on that!” I said. “I hope the couch downstairs is OK.”

“I’ll go see if I can see,” he said, leaving me to my washing out. This girl stuff was a real, real, real pain! It was a full twenty minutes before he came back.

“All clear,” he said. “I had to wait around for a while, since there was a lady sitting right there. Wearing a white dress, too,” he added, giggling. “That would have been hard to explain.”

“It isn’t funny!” I hissed at him. He looked shocked, then, mumbling something about some research, he left. Idiot boy.

BobbiBunns: Come on Caleb, answer me.

CTreckyJones: Is it safe?

BobbiBunns:It wasn’t funny

CTreckyJones:No, I’m sorry. I’m sure it is hard for you, your first time

BobbiBunns:And thinking of it happening every month from now on…

CTreckyJones:yes, every month that you are not pregnant

BobbiBunns:R U volunteering? I’m ready

CTreckyJones:We can’t. It’s not safe. If I take you home now, they will suspect something.

BobbiBunns:But we will be married!

CTreckyJones:Most married girls don’t drop out of school just before the begining of a semester

He was right, the idiot, but that didn’t make me feel better.

CTreckyJones:Hey, come on over to the site… ‘whatonearthhappened.com’