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Due to the limitations of plain text, I will be adopting a convention where the accent mark, ', will signify character thoughts for the Fictionmania version of this tale. My Dreams, My Reality By Kellie "Cowgyrl" Thomas "You coming with us tonight, Al?" Greg asked I hesitated. "I don't know. I..." "Oh, come on." He pressed. "It's the end of the semester. You need to unwind." He leaned in closer and whispered suggestively. "Besides this place has the hottest chicks in town." I just looked at him. I knew all too well the reputation of the Copa. It was the hottest, and one of the most exclusive, clubs in town. Hot chicks and buff guys were the order of the night. The only reason we had a guarantee at getting in the place was that our roommate Dale was as buff as they come and one of the bouncers. Now, Greg was not unattractive, but he average by Copa standards from what I'd heard. He was not what one would call buff, but he was lean enough Greg had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and he was on the prowl again. He was one of those guys that could get the chicks, and he knew it. That made him a difficult person to be around. Dale on the other hand could have the chicks, but he was modest about it. He was also gentlemanly. Whereas Greg saw women as a game piece, Dale, I think, was truly looking for something meaningful. He said that Copa chicks were too self absorbed and never brought one home because of his feelings about them. His sister insisted he was just too shy, but she said the same of me I'm sure. "I guess." I replied. "Don't sound like it is so bad." Greg chided. "Be ready at nine." "Yeah, right." I drifted. It WAS that bad. It would be a night of slow torture looking at all of those gorgeous women. Watching as they went after all the buff and rich guys. Wondering what was wrong with me and why I couldn't have a girl like that. All the while knowing, that if one of those gorgeous babes were to come my way, I would never believe her sincerity, and I'd probably come off as disinterested. It was a catch-22 for me. Damned if she doesn't. Damned if she does. I stared at my closet for twenty minutes. It seemed that nothing in my wardrobe was fit to wear at the club. It was a casual type of place but not one to which you would wear jeans and T-shirt. It was way too warm for a rugby, and I somehow felt like a polo was not going to be good enough. I took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. I eventually settled on one of my guayaberas and a pair of slacks. It was a cool outfit that I figured looked trendy and slick at the same time. Greg was indignant. I could see it in the scowl on his face. I was ready to go at nine, but he'd wanted to get a bit of a head start. "I just have a feeling about tonight." he snapped. "Well, if it is going to be that good, it will happen whether we are early or not." I replied. I could sense an odd eagerness in Greg on the drive to the club. It was as though he really believed that something special was going to happen for him this evening. "What makes you so sure something special is going to happen tonight?" "Oh, it was just something Dale told me." I stared at him waiting for an explanation, but not pushing for one. "Let's just say; someone told him that somebody was looking for one of us." He parked the car. "Let's get it on." he said eagerly and hopped out of the car like a kid going to the toy store. I was not so sure of this whole story Greg had told me, but it sure had him pumped. Maybe, it would work out for him. I followed Greg across the street to the entrance of the club. We were met at the door by Dale and Sara. Sara was a horrifyingly attractive young woman and Dale's sister. It seemed that not a thing was out of place. Her dark hair was kept short and crisp. Her green eyes were piercing and enticing. At 5 feet 10 inches, she was imposing with her muscled body, yet she still retained a soft feminine shape. She gave me a smile that accompanied by a seemingly knowing wink left me with chills that would last for a good fifteen minutes or more. I had a crush of sorts on Sara. I think she knew that being around her made me feel odd. I often could not explain the feeling. Although she had a boyfriend, she and I connected on a very deep level. I often felt as though she was my best friend. I never could sort my feelings out for her. I thought a lot about what it would be like to sleep with her, but the thoughts always seemed a bit weird even. I wanted to be wrapped in her body, but it felt as though I could never get close enough to satisfy the burning desire inside. It was difficult to explain, and it caused me a good deal of anxiety. It was a feeling that I would be feeling a lot this evening. "Hey, Dale!" Greg said to our roommate. "How's it hangin'?" Dale gave Greg a bit of a cold look. "Same as always." Dale and Greg were cousins, but it often struck me that Dale was less than enthused about having to put up with Greg. I often wondered how Dale actually managed put up with Greg as well as he did. Sara just looked at Greg and shook her head. "So, where's Tarzan, Jane?" Greg asked. "He's working tonight." Sara replied ignoring Greg's stab. The club was packed as usual, and the patrons were beautiful as usual. This made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Sara always told me that I was an attractive guy and that I just needed some confidence. Of course, I didn't agree. I somehow could not see what she saw. I guess it came from some of the goading I got from kids when I was in elementary school. No matter, I was definitely feeling out of place. "Relax, Allie." Sara whispered in my ear. She always was able to sense me better than anyone I'd known, and she knew I was tense. "I'll try." I said with the tingling she'd sent through my spine slipping away quite slowly. The quartet split up rather quickly. Dale headed to the bar and pulled up a stool at the end that let him and his bartender buddy, Jake, talk about the pros and cons of working in this "dive". Greg began to prowl and talk it up with the ladies. Sara and I headed over to one of the smaller bars, and ordered a couple of drinks. As we sipped our drinks, we discussed everything from the past week's exams to the overall fashion sense of the patrons of the club. I was taken in by the conversation and the mood of the dark yet colorful interior of the club. It was times like this that gave me the oddest feeling about my relationship with Sara. I felt that somehow I should be thinking about how much I'd like to have sex with her, but I felt so close to her that I often forgot that she was an attractive woman or that I was not. It was as though the lines between what we were and weren't became nonexistent. Sara and I had met in a Chemistry class two years ago. It was before she had met Brendon, aka. Tarzan. We were lab partners, and we seemed to hit it off quite well. It was our freshman year, and my roommates at the time knew little about my study partner. They only knew that she was a hot chick, and they found out that she was available. Sara and I spent a lot of time together, most of it in her dorm. I often wonder if she wondered when I'd ask her out. My roommates kept goading me to ask her, and her roommates often made suggestions. I just couldn't. I thought about it from time to time, but I was worried about ruining our friendship. I loved what I had with her. After a time, her roommates started treating me as one of them. After that year, I was looking for a place live for the next year. Sara set me up with Dale and Greg. I had gotten to know Dale a bit, and he seemed like an okay guy. However, I was not so certain about Greg when I finally met him. Over the last year or so, I'd somehow become Greg's pet project. He said I needed to get laid, and he was always having a suggestion for me. In typical Greg fashion, he broke into my conversation with Sara. "Dude, come with me. I found two chicks that want to dance." I looked at Sara, and she gave me a smile that told me she wouldn't help me get out of this one. Soon, I was following Greg to his rendezvous. I looked back to Sara once and found her to be gone. I wanted to go look for her, but we'd arrived at our destination. The two girls were nothing less than stunning. Tina could be easily described as "a tall blonde with legs." Her ice blue eyes were oddly warm and showed a glimmer of a deadly wit. Jenna was of average height with dishwater blonde hair. She had puppy dog brown eyes that would melt a heart and could manipulate anyone to her desire. With Tina at Greg's side and Jenna at mine, we headed to the dance floor with the girls. It was easy to tell right off the bat that Tina and Greg were playing each other, and I knew right off the bat who was winning that one. Jenna and I tried to strike up conversation as we moved with the beat of the music, but it was awkward at best. I was never comfortable with this kind of situation, and for me, the pretense of "the hunt" was aggravating on many levels. It was not that Jenna was unattractive. I just simply felt nothing, and generally, that was the case with all girls. Well, not all girls. There were some that stirred something. They were the ones like Sara, the tall, dark, and deadly type. What it was that they stirred in me, I did not know really. I just assumed it was sexual desire, and therefore, that is what it was to me. That was also what was lacking with Jenna from the start. We kept our conversation polite, and I was relieved when Jenna and Tina headed to the washroom after the set was over. "Well, what do you think?" Greg asked me as we got to the table where we'd met the girls. "Eh... She's nice." "Nice?" he replied with the shock in his eyes nothing shy of overstated. "She's hot, man. I really don't know what you want. No girl seems to be good enough for you. Shit, man. You coulda been bangin' Sara now, but nooooo. Even she wasn't good enough. Was she?" "What do you mean?" I snapped. "Of course Sara is..." I hesitated for a moment. I hadn't realized that I would get that defensive about Sara, but I also was confused about Greg's comment. I suppose that I knew I might have had a chance with Sara at one time, but I never really believed it. "Besides, we're just friends, and I don't want to ruin that." "Friends." Greg huffed. "You know there are only two reasons why a guy should be friends with a girl like her. One, he's gay, or two, he's not really a guy." I just looked at him with a blank look of disbelief. Greg never ceased to amaze me with his archaic thinking, but he was not the only one to have suggested such things to me in the past. It always made me think and review my actions. I sometimes even doubted my own sexuality because of it, and here I was again, thinking and second guessing. Tina and Jenna returned from the washroom, and the four of us struck up conversation again. Well, it was more like the three of them. I would interject every now and then. I could tell that Jenna was feeling my distance, but I could not help but be detached. I didn't want to be there. So, I excused myself to the washroom in an attempt to make an escape and regroup. I stepped out of the washroom and paused for a moment. I did not want to go back to the table with Greg and the girls, but I could not just loiter around either. I scanned the room for Sara. Maybe, I would tell her how I felt, but I didn't know how I felt to be honest. Then, like a deer caught in the headlights, I froze. Across the dance floor, my eyes caught a haunting sight, and she was looking right at me. Her face was familiar. I felt like I knew her, I had seen her, yet I knew I had never met her before. She was like a wonderful dream and a nightmare all at once. I had seen her somewhere before, but I had never seen her. What I had seen only seemed like reflections of her. Before I realized my motions, I was drawing nearer to her. The rest of the room to vanished. I was in a dark space, not even a room I think. It was just me and her. The only light was the glow of our bodies. The air was still and silent. Nothing existed but us, yet I can not even say for certain that she existed. Maybe, I did not exist. I wondered if it was the effect of the lights and the liquor. Maybe, I passed out, but still, I saw her before me. She stood directly before me. Her eyes haunted me for they were my mother's eyes, my eyes. In her face, I clearly saw my mother, but only more refined and more beautiful than my mom had been at that age. I looked at the differences in this woman's face and my mother's and I saw the more chiseled jaw of my father. Her hair was radiant and golden brown. She was tall, far taller than my mother and only a couple of inches shorter than I. She had a body that many a 21 year old woman would love to have, and that many a 21 year old man would die to touch, yet I just stared at her in awe and disbelief. I wanted to reach out and touch her to see if she was real, but I could already feel the electricity between us. It was a constant static charge like the effect a freshly turned off television can have when you place your arm close to its picture frame. I hesitated only briefly, and without thinking of etiquette, I simply blurted. "Who are you?" Her warm alto voice was soothing yet tantalizing. "You know me as I know you." was her reply. It just did not make sense to me. She should not be her if she was who I was thinking she was. "No, it can't be." "Search your feelings. Let your barriers down. Open your mind to your feelings and join me." she said as reached out her hands. I stared at her hands in panic as I saw the last evidence I needed. Those hands were unmistakable even with their slender femininity. I knew them and all the little bends in their fingers for I had seen them every day of my life. It was like meeting an identical twin that I had never before known except this twin was female. I was in torrent of swirling thoughts and emotions. "What do you want from me?" I asked unsteadily. "Only what you want from me." she said. "You do know what you want from me." I started to reply that I didn't know, but I realized that it was a point of fact statement and not a question. My eyes widened with disbelief at what my heart was telling me. I did indeed know, and somehow, she knew as well. "Don't be afraid. I am what you have always wanted. I am what you have always dreamed. Take my hands and our destiny will be one." Tepidly, I reached for her hands. As our hands drew nearer, I could feel the static increase. I flinched as I felt a spark jump the space that remained between our hands. "Join me and everything will be just as you want it to be." she reassured me. With that, I gave in to my curiosity and my desire. Our hands clasped, and everything went white. The black nothingness left and was overtaken by white completeness. The electricity between us was gone, replaced by electricity around us. We were a void of light where light was everything. We drew closer until we were nearly in an embrace, and it seemed that we continued to get closer, until we were closer than two people could be without being one person. In a flash, the light was gone, and so was she. I leaned against a pillar in the room. Not sure of what I felt. My body was numb, and the world was spinning. People were looking at me, but I could not see their expressions. The fuzziness consumed me, and I felt the floor moving to engulf me. *** His waxed smooth chest rippled beneath my touch. I could not get enough of him. I wanted to taste him, to feel him, to consume him. I wanted him. I needed him. My fire burned hotter and deeper as I ran my hand over his muscled torso. His hands were warm on my back as he drew me closer to him. I had to have him. I needed him. Our lips touched and warmth washed over me like a tidal wave. The fire raged. *** I woke with a start and in pain. I could not make out where I was. Was it my room? Was I alive? Yes, I was alive. My throbbing head and aching stomach was enough to confirm that. I had not been drunk like that before, and I was sure I was not going to be drunk like that again if that is what the after effects were like. I brushed my hair out of my face, and tried to stand. I quickly sat down on the edge of the bed as the world resumed that spinning state it had the night before. 'This is not cool.' I thought. I couldn't feel much but the pain in my head and the retching in my abdomen. I wanted desperately to get a drink of something cool and settling, but I did not know if I could get up. 'This is annoying.' I brushed the hair out of my face again. 'Wait a...' I reached up and pulled a few strands straight out in front of my eyes. 'This isn't right. I don't have hair this... or do I?' It was then that I noticed my hands, those same delicate yet familiar feminine hands. 'Holy... No way!' I fought the dizziness, and made my way out of the room to find a bathroom. I was in Sara's apartment. I had been in the guest room, and once I knew where I was, finding the bathroom was a breeze. Well, relatively a breeze for someone with a hangover the size of Montana. I made it to the bathroom with little incident, but I was not going to make it much farther. I made the final dive into the restroom, and proceeded to deposit whatever little remained in my stomach into the commode. I leaned against the cool side of the bowl. I barely noticed when the light in the bathroom came on. "Alli?" I heard Sara's warm and concerned voice. "Are you okay?" I moaned a bit in an attempt at acknowledgement. "Come on. Let me help you back to bed." I started to get up, and then I realized that I had some other business to take care of in the bathroom. "I think I need to take a... I need to relieve my bladder." "Okay. Let me help you." I could tell that she was a bit shocked when I looked at her like she was crazy. "I'll help you sit so you don't fall." "Oh. Thanks." She helped me sit, and without thinking, I proceeded to discharge my used fluids. In my state, I simply stood when I was done, and then realized my errors. First, I had never tucked, not that there was anything to tuck. Second, I hadn't wiped and that left me with an embarrassing amount of wetness between my legs. I looked as Sara, and I could tell she was between feeling sorry for me and laughing. Thankfully, she kept her cool and helped me clean up a bit. "Sara?" I started. I was confused and uncertain of what I was going to ask her. Did I dare ask her if I was dreaming? Did she notice anything different about me today? Did she see that girl I saw last night, or did I see some guy last night? "Yes?" "Wha... Oh, nevermind." I said, but then blurted. "How did you find me?" "What do you mean?" "I lost you when..." I wasn't quite sure what was real and what was dream at this point. "I was trying to find you when I passed out." "I was right behind you." "I should have known. Thanks." "You're welcome. We can talk about it later when you feel better, okay?" "Yes." She led me back to the guest room and brought me a cold ginger ale as well as some Ibuprophen as I had asked her. I drank the ginger ale as if I had not had a thing to drink in days. With my head still throbbing and my stomach feeling only marginally better, I drifted into slumber once again. *** I grabbed the sheets for dear life as he placed gentle kisses on my body. They were warm and moist, soft and tender. They fanned the fire hotter still. He had me in is grasp. I wanted him. I needed him. As he fanned the flame that raged inside of me, I yearned for more, yet I clung to the hope he would quench the flame. I gasped. I moaned. He caressed. He fanned. I burned. I wanted. I needed. He gave. *** I rolled out of bed around noon. I felt heavy, and my head weighed a paltry 16 tons. I felt like I'd been transferred to some high gravity atmosphere. The good news was that my dizziness was gone, and the pain in my stomach was more from hunger than anything. The throbbing in my head had eased considerably, but I was sure it could return. I felt rank and slimy. I needed a shower. I am still not sure how I got into the clothes I was wearing, but I undressed and started the water running. I half expected Sara to come in and rescue me from impending disaster. I looked in the mirror as I waited for the water to warm. I could not believe the disheveled look of the young woman staring back at me. I had really gone overboard the night before, and I was not sure what had really happened to me. I climbed into the warm water. Most days, it would have been too cold for my taste, but today, the slight chill felt invigorating. I let myself soak in the water for several minutes before I started to wash. I expected my body to feel a good bit more foreign, but somehow, it was very familiar. I passed on shaving since I was not really feeling up to par just yet, and I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating either. I stepped out of the shower to find that Sara had indeed come to my rescue. I smiled and shook my head as I toweled off. I wrapped the towel around me and absorbed the feel of the wet nape of my hair on my back. The young woman looking at me in the mirror looked better than she had fifteen minutes ago. I leaned on the counter and looked closely at her face in the mirror. Was that really me? I stepped back and let the towel fall to the floor. For the first time, I noticed the effects of the cool air on my body. I shivered at the sensation. As I absorbed the feeling, I examined the body that appeared to be mine, and I felt a tear welling up in my eyes. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't and soon streams were flowing down my face as I reached out and touched the mirror. I put on the clothes Sara had left for me, and I walked out to the living room and found no one in the apartment. Finally, I found Sara in her room sitting at her desk writing in a notebook. "Thanks, Sara" I said. She turned and looked at me with a bit of a smile. "No problem. How do you feel?" "Honestly? I don't know. I feel heavy, but my head is better. Remind me not to drink so much." Sara approached me, and putting a hand on my shoulder, softly said, "You didn't drink that much, Alli." She looked in my eyes like she knew everything that I had dreamt the night before or at least everything that I thought I had dreamt. I was confused more now than ever. Either, I was dreaming now, or I had been dreaming before. I didn't know which it was. I was a guy. I was a girl. I had to be one or the other, but changing from one to the other was not possible. Not like this. I think. Which was the dream? Which was the reality? "Let's go get a bite to eat." Sara invited. I agreed and followed her to the front door. "Then, we'll go shopping. It might make you feel better." I didn't argue. We sat quietly for a couple of minutes as Sara drove to the mall. Finally, she broke the silence. "You're awfully quiet today, Alli." I looked at her not sure where to start with the mess of things in my head. "Yeah. I'm just confused a bit about things right now." "Like?" "Like who I am, and whether I am really here." I said point blankly. "Alli, you are who you always have been..." "I look no different to you?" I interrupted. "Well, other than your sudden sex change. No." I stared at her like she was a crazy as I felt I was. So, she knew? This was real? No way! I couldn't accept that. "Oh, come on, Alli. We've been good friends, maybe even best friends, for over two years now. You think I hadn't picked up on your sexual confusion? I'm almost hurt." she jabbed with a smirk. "Sexual confusion?" I asked bluntly. "This isn't sexual confusion. This is..." I didn't know what to call it. I was clearly having issues with my sexuality, but I didn't know why they were manifesting themselves as they were. "I'd swear I was a guy just last night." I trailed off. "Who says you weren't?" "What do you mean?" "Who says you were not a guy last night?" "Hello! I'd say my tits and my vagina not to mention the curves and clearly feminine face would say that!" "Are you sure?" she said clearly goading me at this point. "Arrrgh!" I was frustrated at this point. She was feeding my delusion, and she seemed to be amused by it. "I swore I'd never do drugs just for this reason!" "There you go again assuming you were drunk or drugged." she said. "Face it, Alli. You're a girl now just like you always wanted to be. Accept the gift you've been given." I stared at her knowing she was completely nuts now. If I was a guy, why would I want to be a girl? Besides, I never remembered specifically thinking that I wanted to be a girl. I'd thought often that I should have been a girl, but that doesn't constitute wanting to be a girl. At least, I don't think it does, yet I was a girl. So, if I wanted to be a girl, it was no big deal because I was a girl anyhow, and it shouldn't matter because I had been what I was and what I am. I was confusing my self more with each thought. I hadn't realized that we'd been sitting in the parking lot for five minutes. "Shall we?" Sara broke my thoughts with a nod of her head. We walked into the food court, ordered our food, and sat down at the table. "Listen, girl." Sara started emphasizing the word girl as if to make it clear to me what was already plainly so. "Sometimes things happen that we can't explain. Sometimes, girls are born in the bodies of boys, and boys are born in the bodies of girls." I just stared at her as she rambled on about how she "knew" that I was different and that she'd found a way to give me what I wanted. I could not understand how she figured that I wanted to be a girl, but the more she talked the more she made sense. When I saw this female me the night before, I knew who she was. I knew I wanted to be inside her, inside her body. It was not the way a man wants to be inside a woman sexually, but I wanted to be inside that body feeling its feelings, desiring its desires. For the first time it hit me, I knew then that I had never desired women like Sara. I desired to be a woman like Sara, and now, I was just that, a woman like Sara. I felt a tear in my eye. "...so it was obvious to... Alli?" Sara paused. "Are you okay?" I just looked at her blurring face as the tears continued to swell. This was the second time since I woke this afternoon that I cried, and now, I knew why. I was happy. For the first time, I knew what was wrong with me. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was a girl, and I wanted to be a girl. Then another thought hit me like a runaway train. 'Dale.' "What about him?" Sara said. I looked at her in total shock. I'd spoken his name? I only thought it, or so, I thought. "You said my brother's name. What about him?" she pried a bit more. 'What about him, indeed?' I shivered at the thought. I shivered at the memory of those dreams. I felt a flush in my body at the memory. Sara giggled. "Oh. My. God!" she blurted in shear giddiness. "You have a crush on my brother! Don't you?" By now, there was no denying the blush on my cheeks. "I don't know." I said a bit truthfully. "What do you mean you don't know? You blushed when I asked you about him. What was that all about?" "I don't know." I was getting defensive now. I didn't want her to think I was gay, but could it be that I was gay if I was a girl. Dale was a guy, but if I'd been a guy as I seemed I'd been, then... "I had these dreams last night, and I just realized that Dale was in them." "Dreams about my brother?" she pried some more. "What kind of dreams? Were they hot?" Her smile widened. "They were. My! This is extraordinary!" "Don't say a word!" I snapped. "I don't want him thinking that I had some gay crush on him." "Oh. He won't think that. Trust me." I didn't know how she could be so sure of that. So, I just looked at her with a good bit of uneasiness in my heart. We finished our lunch and started to shop. I never thought to ask what she knew of what happened to me last night. It was becoming less and less of a concern. Being the woman I was and enjoying it was all that mattered. Every memory I had of the past was becoming irrelevant as to whom I had been. All that mattered was how it pertained to who I was now. "Here." Sara said handing me a silky black dress. "Try this one on." The dress was beautiful. I cried again when I saw how it made me look. "Are you okay?" Sara quizzically asked. Then, she shook her head. "You know, you are going to have to stop doing that and get used to yourself." I simply smiled. We bought the dress, and by the end of our shopping spree, we'd put a good dent in the money I had stashed in my savings. I was now wearing my own clothes. We had stopped at a nail salon, and I was attempting to get used to the feel of my new nails. We also had a make-over done at one of the department stores that was having a special on Sara's favorite line of make up. I felt sexy and ready to go on the prowl. It was an invigorating feeling that I'd never felt before. "You're gonna knock 'em out tonight." Sara said. "You just remember Brendon is mine." she added for good measure. "We're going out tonight?" I had not really thought much beyond the moment. "Yes, ma'am." Sara said as-if. "You think we're gonna waste these free makeovers? This girl ain't gonna let it happen." I just chuckled. 'Truth be known, neither is this girl.' Did I really think that? Was I acting that naturally as a girl? I was getting chills just thinking of spending the night on the town as a young single woman. I wanted to take it all in. I wanted to do it all. I was free. *** We proceeded to get ready for the evening. I decided to shave, but I couldn't take a shower without ruining my makeup. So, I got a quick lesson on why I need to use a toilet to prop myself on. I managed to do little real damage thankfully. Sara helped me fix my hair, and I proceeded to get dressed. I had never felt so at ease with how I looked as I did that night. I felt something I'd never really felt before, confidence. I knew somehow that I could hold my own in that club. Sara seemed proud yet a bit envious, but she had little reason. She was simply gorgeous in the red dress she was wearing. At that point, I wished she didn't have Brendon, and we two girls could go wild on the town. Brendon picked us up, and we headed to the club. Dale was manning the door that night. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him and the memories of my dreams came flooding back. I felt myself tremble as he held my hand to put a stamp on it, and our eyes met. He smiled, and I blushed as my heart raced. I wanted him, and I couldn't believe how strong the feeling was. "Come on, Alli." Sara tugged. "You can see him later." I followed Sara and Brendon into the club. The scene was just as it had been the night before, but my perspective was different. Instead of trepidation, I felt exhilaration. Still, my mind was on Dale. I was disappointed that he was working, but I was thrilled that I would see him after the club closed. "Hey, Al!" I heard a familiar voice call. "You look babalicious tonight." "Hi, Greg." "'Hi, Greg' is all I get. Man, girl, you're hard." I just shook my head. "What happened to, what was her name, Tina?" "Oh. Well, that didn't work out. You know." I just chuckled. Yeah, I knew. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight after your episode. You doin' okay?" "Well, you said it. I look 'babalicious'." I retorted. "Hard, girl. Hard." I settled on a stool at the bar where Dale's friend Jake was tending bar. "Hey, Als. How are you feelin'?" he asked. "Okay." He passed me a margarita on the rocks which he'd prepared when he saw me coming. "Thanks." "You know Dale was quite worried about you." He continued as he took orders and mixed drinks. "He really looks out for you." "Yeah, he's like a big brother some times." I was telling the truth. Dale had always treated me like a little brother. I was enjoying myself so much that until that point I had not realized that everyone was treating me as though they knew me as I now was, and that was the way it had always been. I was Alli to Sara. I was Als to Jake, and I could only assume the same was true of Dale. Greg had called me Al. They treated me as though I'd always been Alli, Als, Al, Allison and never Allie, Als, Al, Allen. It made me begin to doubt my sanity again. The evening was flying by. Guys never ceased to ask me to dance, and I generally obliged since they were mostly attractive, but most of the conversation was stale. I had managed to talk with one guy for over an hour, and we were hitting it off pretty well. He was very handsome, and well built. His eyes were a dazzling blue that contrasted sharply with his dark and chiseled look. His dark hair was flawlessly combed into place. His cologne was sweet and unobtrusive, even soothing. I found myself wondering what it might be like to get to know him, and perhaps even date him. He left to go to the restroom, and I heard Jake say something. "What did you say?" I asked. "I just said that Dale's gonna have to watch it." "What's that supposed to mean." "You and that guy seemed to be hitting it off pretty well." I was not sure what Jake was implying. Was I dating Dale? I don't think I was. I admit that I would if he asked, but he hadn't asked. Maybe, that's what Jake was saying. "Speak of the devil." "Hey, Als." My heart skipped. "Oh! Hi, Dale." "Two waters please, bud." "You got it." Jake kept a knowing eye on us as he filled Dale's order. "You look very nice tonight." "Thanks." I blushed. "You don't look all that bad either." "What? In this monkey suit?" Dale smiled as he took the waters from Jake. "Thanks, bud. See ya later." Was he talking to me? I watched as he walked away. Jake coughed, and I turned around to see that my new friend had returned. I was a bit uneasy at that moment. Had he seen the way I was looking at Dale? I know I wanted to be with Dale, but this guy, what was his name? Doug, that was it. Doug was attractive as well. I think Doug sensed something was a miss when we started chatting again. I could feel a bit of tension, and it was getting harder to look him in the eye for some reason. What would I tell him if he asked? Eventually, he asked. I explained that Dale was my best friend's brother. Doug seemed to notice that I felt something deeper than the "brother-sister" kind of feeling I tried to sell, but to his credit, Doug stayed with me for the rest of the evening. We continued to dance, and chat. He asked if he could have my number, and I gave him Sara's number but not after nearly giving the number at the apartment I had shared with Greg and Dale. *** I looked across the table at Sara and Brendon, and for the first time, I understood my jealousy was not jealousy at all. It was envy. I envied the fact that she had a sure place to find a warm embrace. I envied the games that she could play with him. Here I sat next to her brother with enough space between us to fit a small animal of burden. I asked her about what Jake had implied earlier in the evening, and she reminded me that Dale was too shy for his own good. He was afraid to ask me out since he also saw me as his other little sister, and he felt that it would be weird if I turned him down. She told me that I should slap him up side the face one way or another. I sat here wondering how I was going to do it. Do I go out with Doug and make him jealous? He could take that, rightfully, to mean I wasn't interested in him. I could take the lead, but that might put him off since he always complained about "slutty" girls that would do anything throwing themselves at him. I was getting frustrated, and I think Sara knew it. "Dale, could you give Alli a ride home tonight?" she asked her brother. "Sure." was his short reply. "Well, we'll see you later. Don't wait up." With that, Brendon and Sara got up and headed to the door. It struck me as odd at the implication Sara had just made in front of her brother, but he seemed accepting that his sister was a woman now. "Well, you ready to go, Als?" Dale said as he got up. I looked at him a bit nervously. "No, I'd like to sit here a little while longer. Okay?" He nodded acceptance and to my disappointment sat across from me. I began to wonder if I was doing something that was right or not. What had Jake been trying to say? I definitely sensed that I was not dating Dale, but did he really want me like I wanted him? "What's up, Als?" he said as he sat. "You look like something is on your mind." "Yeah." I replied, trying to look into his eyes. "I was just thinking about the last couple of nights. I guess I am a little scared." "I wish I could help. Is there anything I could do?" "I don't know. That depends." I said somewhat hesitantly. "On what?" "Do you think Sara has found 'the one' in Brendon?" "I don't know. Maybe. Yes. I mean he's as good of a guy as they get. Why?" He regarded me for a moment and then said. "You don't have a thing for him do you?" I looked at him in shock. "No! No, I just envy what Sara has with him." "What about that guy you were chatting with tonight. Could there be something there?" So, he had noticed that I was talking with someone. "I don't know. Maybe, but I'm not sure I want to... You see. There is this guy that I think about a lot. I get... I get all unraveled around him, but I am not sure if he feels the same around me. A friend of his suggested that he might be interested, but he never really says anything to me to indicate his feelings." "Have you said anything to him?" he asked. "Like what would I say?" I snapped. 'Something like, 'Dale, I think I'm in love with you, and I want to be with you or something like that?'' I thought, or at least, I thought I had only thought it. Dale stared at me with a look of shock and embarrassment. It took a moment for it to sink in to me that I might have actually blurted out what I had been thinking. The realization caused my heart to sink. I wanted nothing more than to crawl under the table and simply vanish at that point, but I could not see that being a viable option. "Als... Alli, I..." Dale stammered for a moment. "I'm sorry, Dale. Maybe... Maybe, you should take me home now." I said somewhat dejected, and I started to get out of my seat. Dale gently took my hand and looked at me with a look that compelled me to remain seated. As I sat across from him, the world seemed to come to a crashing halt. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry." he started. "Truth is I've wanted you since the day Sara introduced us. You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever had the opportunity to meet, and you... Well, you aren't a stuck up little... I just couldn't get the nerve to say anything, and then... Well, I felt like you thought of me as a big brother, and I... Man, I suck at this." "I think you're doing okay." I said. My world still stood still at that moment, but the darkness had collapsed under the hopeful weight of light. "Let's get out of this place." Dale suggested, and we headed to his car. For a few minutes, we just sat there. We looked at each other, and slowly and gently he leaned toward me. I felt myself draw to him, and I felt the tender caress of his lips on mine. Inside, I felt a stir, and a spark started a slow burn that would build into a raging fire as we headed to our destination, whatever that might be. "You know." Dale said as he broke our embrace. "I now know Jake was right. I am in love with you." His face blurred, and a tear of joy rolled down my cheek. *** His chest rippled beneath my touch. I could not get enough of him fast enough. I wanted to taste him, to feel him, to consume him. I wanted him. I needed him. My fire burned hotter and deeper as I ran my hand over his muscled torso. His hands were warm on my back as he drew me closer to him. I had to have him. I needed him. Our lips touched and warmth washed over me like a tidal wave. The fire raged. He laid me gently on the bed. My body trembled. My heart raced. His lips were warm and moist. He was warm. I burned with passion. I was in pain with pleasure. I grabbed the sheets for dear life as he placed his gentle kisses on my body. They were soft and tender. They fanned the fire hotter still. He had me in is grasp. I wanted him. I needed him. As he fanned the flame that raged inside of me, I yearned for more, yet I clung to the hope he would quench the flame. I gasped. I moaned. He caressed. He fanned. I burned. I wanted. I needed. He gave. I took. We joined. *** I woke the next morning to the sound of voices in the other room. I rolled out of bed, and joined them. "Good morning, Alli. How are you feeling?" I looked at Sara with a contentment I had not felt before. "Wonderful." I said. "Simply, wonderful." El Fin