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SKIN DEEP - Urban Legend
Chapter Five:
Out on the Town
by
Mark McDonald
As I may have mentioned earlier, my folks weren't very well off.
Any money they had saved was spent on my sister's funeral.
Funerals can be very expensive.
When I decided I wanted to go to college I didn't go to my
parents. I probably wouldn't have gone to them even if my sister
hadn't been killed. There just wasn't any money. I looked into
school loan programs and scholarships. I found that loan payments
were backbreaking, even working full-time. But my grades were
good enough that grants were a possibility.
In my search for tuition money, I found, literally thousands of
dollars of grant money just lying around waiting to be claimed.
Most of these grants I didn't qualify for, but I did find three
grants that, when combined, were enough to pay for tuition, help
supplement my dorm rent and leave me some left over for living
expenses. For starving, unemployed college students, the best
part of grant money is you never have to pay it back.
Before Gary left the building, I instructed him to get my wallet
and an envelope that I had taped to the bottom of my dresser
drawer. It had the remains of the most recent grant payout;
nearly $7000 in pre-programmed chip funds that I had to use to
make a tuition payment Monday, after this farce was over and I
was "good ole Mikey" again. After that, I would still have about
$400. I couldn't see a reason for needing to have all that money
with me, but I didn't want it sitting in my empty dorm room
unguarded either. Then again, if it turned out that we did need
some of it, it wouldn't serve us very well taped to the bottom of
a drawer in a room to which we might no longer have access.
After being lowered from the same window through which I had
entered my room, I walked out of the ally and into the sunshine
of the remaining day. The light hit my face and I could feel the
warmth spread in one velvety liquid wave from my head down to my
legs. For the first time since this whole thing started I felt
good -- really good -- and happy to be alive. Gary's little
lecture had helped to start to put things back into perspective
for me. Things could most certainly have been much worse. I
supposed that I could have indeed been killed in the warehouse by
this thing. Hell, any of us could have been killed in the
process. The skins were, after all, only man made machines and I
suspect that a percentage of any technology has the potential for
defect and fallibility. But that hadn't happened and I would
still be here to get on with my life as soon as this was over.
True, I was very unhappy with my current situation. I would
rather it not have happened. But, for now at least, I was dealing
with it. Up to now, there had been nothing I could call a real
hardship, which I had had to endure with the exception of a pair
of crushed boobs. I would still rather this be over, but it
wasn't. So on with the dance.
I walked out, crossed the street and sat on a bench there at a
Community Transit HOV stop to wait for Gary. I thought for the
first time, but not the last, just how much I still felt like the
same person I had been yesterday. Yes, there were the physical
and emotional differences. I don't mean getting emotional over
things, and crying all the damned time, I thought at the time
that I could pretty much explain that. Besides, the episodes of
emotional instability were already beginning to abate.
As I have already pointed out to some degree, I was no longer
interested in women as I had been as a male. I didn't want to
watch them as they walked past me on the sidewalk. Where in the
past I was very happy to watch the legs, asses and crotches of
most young women that walked anywhere close to me. I no longer
felt that stir of excitement when a young lady strutted past me
in a tight short skirt or pair of short shorts.
Things such as conversing with Gary seemed to be more interesting
than in the past. Recently, our conversations had become not much
more than a series of grunts and an abbreviated string of words.
Since I had developed a life and since Gary had decided to play
"Danger Ranger," that was enough for both of us. I don't
attribute my sudden interest in our conversations to my change in
feeling for him, but more over as an increased desire to interact
with people.
I watched the people and wondered for the first time what they
were talking about. I could almost tell the content of their
conversations from the language of their bodies. I had spent many
months here in this neighborhood and never in all my time here
had I ever wondered about the conversations or thoughts of people
unknown to me.
Now however, I was fascinated to see the complex level of
communication as two or more people tried to get messages back
and forth to one another. Even when there was only a single
person, you could see communication going on with those that
passed close by through body language. I can remember thinking to
myself that I must have been blind not to have seen this before.
I had always considered myself a fairly astute and observant
person. It was curious to me that only now was I seeing the world
in a state that had obviously existed all my life. Had I truly
been that slow-witted as a man? What else had I missed in this
world enveloped in the comforting blanket that was my maleness?
Beyond that, I didn't really feel much different. And that helped
me some with the uneasiness I felt living as a woman. Mike wasn't
completely gone after all. He was just hiding. He was still with
me. I had to remember that. I was still here. I still existed.
But I wanted the observant nature, the maturity I was
experiencing now to go on. The thought gave me some comfort.
I sat and watched as the people passed. Some ate delicacies that
they purchased at the open-air markets along Front Street.
Other's milled around and floated in and out of the shops that
lined the antiquated street. You could see them through the large
plate glass windows that looked in on the shops, picking up
curiosities and showing them to their mates. Girls in love with
fellows that bought them ice cream would walk by arm in arm. It
pulled at my heartstrings. The girl I had become wanted to feel
loved today as well. Suddenly it seemed that everyone on this
street had a lover, someone to share the day with, her thoughts
with. It was a disturbing feeling. My body's wants were so much
more powerful than what they had been when I was in my Mike body
that I could not control the desire to want to FEEL them. Wants
that before, as Mike I could easily ignore. I could almost feel
myself pouting there as I waited for Gary.
As I sat, I noticed that the men in the crowd would glance my
way, some longer than others. One young fellow was so distracted
he slammed right into the street lamppost just to the left of the
bench I was sitting on. He tried to recover gracefully but, when
I started giggling at him, he made an embarrassed and hasty exit.
But no one stopped to talk to me and I would have thought that a
pretty girl would have attracted a bit more attention than that.
I tried to shake the feeling, but the more girls I saw with
boyfriends in tow, the more hurt and lonely I felt. I even
allowed myself to think, "It's not fair" and wonder, "What was
wrong with ME?" Was I feeling self-doubt about my female self?
More vapors, I thought. Surely, other women don't experience
doubt like this, do they? It had to be the skin working its
voodoo on me.
Guys walking with their girlfriends or wives would glance, too.
Once or twice I would look back at these men with their women in
tow, smile slightly and tip my head every so seductively, just to
have a bit of fun. Occasionally, some of the less discreet men
wound up with a jab in the stomach or a quick slap to the face.
One young girl even stopped and challenged me to a fight,
claiming I was trying to steal her boyfriend. After that, I
stopped playing with fire. I sure as hell didn't want to get into
a fight here on the street with a hair pulling female and wind up
in jail and trapped.
Just then, Gary came striding out of the dorm building. The sun
spilled across his face and body casting a shadow over the steps
behind him and over the stone rail. He paused a moment to enjoy
its warmth on his skin; I saw him close his eyes and tilt his
head up toward the sun. Out of nowhere came that feeling for him
again. That strong urge to run to him, to fly into his arms and
hope that he would wrap me up and squeeze me tight. This time I
didn't shove it away. I embraced it and found, like the sun it
warmed me. This time from the inside out. My stomach flittered
with wings of 10,000 Monarch butterflies and my heart, my poor
heart that before had been made to feel so out of place felt as
if it were mending. I was no longer afraid of that feeling.
Suddenly, just to have him cross the street and be with me would
be enough for now. I would not be singular and alone in the face
of all love that walked all around me. Tomorrow, it would all go
back to normal. For now I was getting the chance to see something
that no one else had seen, no one that I knew anyway. The
difference between the emotions carried by the sexes. I wanted
and was grateful to have it, however small a thing it might be
that I could allow in the time I had been granted, I wanted it. I
wanted to feel what my body wanted me so desperately to feel. I
understood that it was so much more than physical and at the same
time, I could feel the excitement, the desire and the warmth of
it manifesting itself in every cell of who I had become. I was
liquid joy at the site of Gary. I was tangible sun light. I was
the artist that colored the vibrant colors of the world that were
bright and happy. I felt that if I were to ask it, should I want
the birds to sing, they would do so without a moments hesitation.
Whatever else was happening, I was now on an adventure that I
would never get to repeat. If I didn't start to flow with it, I
was going to miss it completely.
I took a second to examine my new found feelings for my best
friend a bit closer, something else I had never done as Mike. Why
should I? I had always found that feeling were for the moment.
Once gone, why question it? Now, my feelings and emotions seemed
to be the very foundation on which my feet stood. I felt them so
richly that they felt to me to be a living thing and I realized
that what I was feeling wasn't entirely in response to his
physical appearance, attractive as he was. It was, moreover, the
way he had handled all my crises. Every time I felt on the edge,
he had wasted no time pulling me back from the precipice. He was
the one dancing on the knife's gleaming razor for me. He was the
one taking risks and removing me from harm.
In recent years I, as Mike, had seen Gary as something less than
a rational and complete person. He had become a reckless soul,
dangerous to himself and those around him giving me no reason to
respect him. His self-destructive nature and his lack of drive
and aggressiveness in setting a determined and selfish course in
regards to establishing a responsible and motivated lifestyle had
done little to impress me. I had always cast aside those things
that I had felt had little benefit to me or accomplishing my
goals or desires without looking back, once shed of them never
considering how I might have benefited from them. A nasty thought
occurred to me as I considered my old MO. Maybe it wasn't for me
to determine how I might benefit but what I might have to
contribute to the benefit of others. In thinking that way, it had
never occurred to me to think that he possessed any useful skills
apart from cooking. Was it possible that others had benefited
from what Gary shared? Had I missed that one aspect of his
character all these years? Had I denied myself the good that he
clearly seemed to possess and the caring of a good friend because
I was so selfish that I had no use for his methods? Clearly he
possessed the skills and considerate compassion to quickly talk
me past my problems. The emotion I had for him swelled in my
heart until before long I was sure it would burst from the sheer
volume of it.
At the same time, I felt very small with that realization. I knew
I had greatly underestimated my dear friend. That made me very
curious about what else I didn't know or hadn't noticed about
this person. It was the gem buried beneath the grit to which I
found I was attracted; the person that cared enough to make sure
I was at peace in my mind. In my mind I could see Gary as he had
been before he had donned that Skin. I could see his blonde hair
that framed an amazingly good looking face, bright blue eyes and
clear tanned skin. The idea of the sound of his voice, HIS voice
almost sent me to a place where I felt there would be no
returning from. I no longer saw Gary (Tonto). I could only see
the Gary from my recent past. I could feel a smile building
behind my face dying to leap out and brighten the world around
me.
I watched as Gary stepped off the landing that led up to the dorm
and started across the street toward me. As I now saw Gary for
the man I knew he had been the whole time I had known him, I
hoped that he could no longer see Mike. I was ashamed of him, as
much as I wanted to return to my true life, my life as a man, I
was ashamed of what I had been to the world but more so what I
had been to Gary. He had never given up on me as a friend and I
knew now that I had cast him off just as I had Sandy and my
parents.
I noticed that he had turned his gaze in my direction. I was
helpless against the smile that had already bubbled too close to
the surface to control. I could see him smile back. I waived to
him. I would do better by Gary now. I not only wanted to, I
needed to.
Gary fled the steps of my dorm building and crossed the street
striding with a wide gait and a single-mindedness that I knew was
a desire to be around me. I could feel in my heart that he did
not see Mike as I saw Gary. He looked at me and saw Michelle. As
afraid of that as I was, I was also overjoyed. I had a chance to
make things up to him, just a little bit, before all this was
over. Maybe at the end of this we could still be friends. I had a
hard time believing that however. If he saw only Michelle now,
what might he see when I killed her tomorrow? It was a hard
realization that now, through the eyes of someone that genuinely
cared for and about him, I would see something in him I would
never be able to have when things where back to normal. I would
fight to keep his friendship once all this was over. After all,
it wasn't like he was in love with me. Maybe that one thing would
save our friendship in the future. That and my gratitude.
Gary walked up to me and asked, "Feeling better are we?"
"You noticed?" I said looking up. "It must be the sun." I didn't
want to tell him what I had been thinking about. Not yet anyway.
"Yeah, feels good doesn't it." He stretched his face up towards
the sun as well.
"Yep," I said and we moved off down the sidewalk in the direction
of his house. He was surprised when I slipped my arm around his
but didn't object. Now I didn't feel so out of place. Things
seemed to be looking up and I was suddenly not only feeling
better but I was learning how to experience happiness and joy.
You want to know something? It kind of felt good!
We walked west about three blocks and then crossed over the
express tunnel. Then, we went south about two more blocks.
Gary's parent's home was a beautiful but narrow two-story modern
style home, but it was bigger that it appeared. Because of the
limitations on building specifications for private dwellings were
so strict, you could only own so much property in a single lot
and build so wide. Gary's folks had overcome this by building up
and down. There were at least two more stories below the house.
One of those was a wine cellar.
At the corner, Gary turned to me and said, "Wait here, I don't
want anyone seeing you at the house."
"Are you ashamed of me?" I said looking cross with him. I
couldn't help it I was feeling playful. "Then why did you ask me
out on a date?"
"What? Ashamed, no I ... Hey, cut it out, that's not funny," he
snapped back.
"Sorry, I was just trying to lighten things up a little." I have
to admit, his choice of words did seem to sting just a little.
"Ok, I'm sorry. I'm just a little nervous that's all. I can't be
seen sneaking in. If someone sees you, well, you're expected
remember? But me, that would get me landed in jail. If we're seen
together...."
"Ok! Ok, I get the message." I said waving him off. It would not
do to be too cautious. Mistakes happen when you over think a
thing. "I'll walk back down the block like I'm looking for your
house. I might even be able to act as a distraction."
"That's great!" He declared enthusiastically, "You're so smart. I
love you," he said and started to move away. I grinned in spite
of myself when I noticed that he caught himself, then doubled
back, "Uh ... that last thing. I didn't say it!"
I nodded with a serious look and he started to move down the
street again. I on the other hand crossed the street at the
corner and started to walk down the other side of the street. I
looked around at the numbers on the street as though I was
looking for a certain house. Twice I bent at the waist as if to
get a closer look at the number painted on the curb allowing the
back of my skirt to rise up and show what I hoped was just the
smallest glimpse of white panty. I knew that both men and women,
if anyone were watching at all, would stop to look at the
indiscreet young lady showing off in the street, for different
reasons of course, but they would be watching me and not Gary.
I even caught Gary sparing a glance the second time I did this as
he ducked into his yard and quickly punched in the security code
that guests might use if they were not programmed into the print
scanner. When I straightened up he was gone, presumably inside
his house. I finished with the opposite side of the street and
crossed to the other, pretended to find the house and made my way
to the door. I rang the bell, the door opened and I stepped
inside.
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