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Remix, Chapter 5: Variations
By Brevdravis
James did not recall having any dreams. His hands came up to rub at
his face as he recalled how he had collapsed into bed only a few moments
after arriving home yesterday. The light streaming in the window brought
home how long he had slept. It must have been only four or five in the
afternoon when he went to bed the previous day. The reflected light on the
roofs of the houses showed it was indeed morning.
Sunday. James groaned at the thought. The last thing that he wanted to
do was to attend mass. Already he was having enough trouble with his life
that he didn't need to bring God into it as well. For a long time, he hadn't been
on speaking terms with God, and he had no intention of opening up that can of
worms again with his new life.
He dropped his hand to lie across his chest. His eyes still closed, James
could feel the softness. He didn't want to open his eyes, for he could feel the
warmth under his palm. He knew what he would see if he looked down. He
would see more evidence of his female transformation. He would have to see
the fact that he now had a pair of tits.
Unable to delay the inevitable any longer, he opened his eyes. There,
beneath the t-shirt he had worn to bed, he could see the large bulges that lay
on his chest. His hands came up, almost of their own accord, and pressed
against them. They were definitely real. The warmth that ran through his chest
as he did this was strange. The same chill that had run through him the day
before when he had taken off his shirt ran up his spine again.
He closed his eyes again, a tear forming in each. His hands came up to
cover his face, which clenched in a horrid grimace.
"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" James said aloud, the words echoing in the
room. He could already feel that he had no morning wood as well, and he
dreaded the thought of looking down further.
"Get up, James." He said to himself. "It's not going to change anything
if you sit in bed all day." The logic was correct, but James did not want to face
logic. What he wanted was to run screaming through the house, cursing
himself for ever thinking that one letter wouldn't make that much of a
difference.
He brushed his hand back through his hair, noticing that it had
lengthened again. Not as much as last time, thank god, but enough that it fell
to the midpoint of his shoulder blades. As he did so, he noted that his
fingernails scratched his scalp. He turned his hand over, curling his fingers to
check the length of his nails. Yup, time to break out the clippers. Probably had
to get his toenails, too.
He rolled to the side, tossing the covers off with one arm. As he did so,
he noticed the slight motion of the bulges on his chest. He ran his hand across
his shirt again, noticing the way that they moved slightly at his touch. They
were firm, but had some mobility as he leaned forward so that he was sitting
on his bed.
"Ok, time to get this over with." James said, to no one in particular. He
looked down at the jockey shorts that covered the top portion of his legs. He
could see no bulge at all in them. Taking a deep breath, he hooked his thumb
into the waistband and pulled it away from his body, willing himself not to
scream as he looked.
He was definitely female. He released the elastic, which snapped back
into place instantly. He breathed deeply, rolling his eyes up. This was not the
time for self exploration, and he doubted that he would ever be comfortable
enough with the change to try that.
"Talk about a lousy morning." He grumbled, standing up from his bed.
His voice. That had changed as well, he noticed. Over the past few days it
hadn't seemed noticeable, but now it was definitely higher. "Oh great, now I'm
back in the alto section of choir."
No, wait. That was wrong, thank god. He had quit the choir months
ago. His mother hadn't taken that news lightly, but now at least he wouldn't
have to deal with that particular nightmare. Again, James wished he had a
guitar handy. If he ever needed to play a few chords to calm down, now was
the time.
He had to pee. Badly. The feeling in his bladder was overwhelming, as
he stumbled towards the door to his room. He pushed it open, and tromped
down the hallway towards the bathroom. He brushed his hair back out of his
face as he pushed the bathroom door open. Closing the door, he walked to the
toilet, raising the lid. He fumbled in his underwear for a moment, then
groaned, and dropped the lid back to the seated position. He turned around
and sat down.
When James was finished, he noticed a slightly unpleasant wet feeling
on his anatomy. He grabbed a piece of toilet paper, and cleaned the remnants
of urine away, grumbling at the necessity. He flushed, pulling his underwear
back into position.
While he washed his hands, James stared into the mirror. His hair still
framed his face, but it looked ragged, as if he hadn't had a hair cut in a month.
His eyes were still the same, but they looked tired, just awakened. He washed
his face as an afterthought, getting rid of the sleepy look. The cold water had
the added effect of waking him up fully, and he took in the reflection of the
woman in the mirror.
"Holy shit." He murmured, looking over the form that was reflected.
His face had not changed significantly overnight, but his body had. Dear lord,
his body had changed. His gaze drifted down towards his chest, and the
breasts that jutted out. James noted that they were exactly the kind of tits that
he always had admired as a man. They rode firmly on his chest, moving only
slightly as he did. As he looked, he noted the nipples hardening beneath his t-
shirt.
"Oh no." He mumbled, turning his attention away from the mirror. The
last thing he needed was to get turned on by looking at himself in the mirror.
He moved to the door, and opened it, revealing the face of his step-father
Randall, who was waiting for the toilet.
James froze, looking directly into Randall's eyes. Randall, for his part,
did not look back. James noticed for a split-second that he was still as tall as
he had ever been, before he noticed that Randall was not looking into his
eyes. Randall was looking lower.
"Uh, morning?" James said, trying to get Randall to stop staring at his
breasts quite so obviously.
"Huh? Oh, morning Margaret." Randall responded, his gaze dropping
even lower.
James sighed, and walked past Randall, feeling his eyes undressing
him as he moved. He had never completely understood that phrase which
women used before, but he felt it now. He could tell that Randall was not just
looking at him, but thinking about him. Quite probably, he was thinking about
James in ways that a man should never think about his step-son. Daughter,
James corrected himself, instantly. He doesn't see you as a boy anymore.
James closed the door to his room behind himself, noticing that he was
actually afraid. Why was he afraid? There was no reason to be. He was still
just as tall as Randall, and Randall hadn't actually done anything. Even if he
had, James could easily have dealt with him just like that little punk the day
before.
Wiping away the last vestiges of his fear, James grabbed his sweats.
His mother might give him some shit about wearing them, but he'd be damned
if he would give Randall another eyeful. James pulled the fabric on, over the
clothing that he had worn the night before. He looked down, noting with some
satisfaction that it obscured his form rather well. Right now, he just wanted to
grab a small bite to eat, and get whatever the day brought over with. James
noticed that he was only thinking about a small breakfast. Perhaps whatever
had jacked up his metabolism was finally over. With another glance
downward, he realized that was extremely likely.
With a final mental preparation, James opened the door and tromped
down the stairs. The hallway at the bottom was empty, and he walked along it
slowly, heading for the kitchen. Reaching it, he pulled open the refrigerator,
his eyes scanning for something appetizing. His eyes roamed before he settled
on a bagel. He grasped it in his right hand, while he fished the cream cheese
out of the cheese drawer with his left. Turning, he closed the door with his
foot, taking the items to the counter.
"Well, you're finally up!" Anne said, coming into the kitchen from the
front room. Her look was one of concern.
James looked at the clock, noticing it was about eight in the morning.
Oh well, he guessed that they had missed church because of him.
"Sorry, I overslept." He replied, working with a knife to attempt to get
the bagel apart. It fell easily into two pieces, which he slathered with cream
cheese. "I was pretty tired."
"I should say so. You've been asleep for over thirty-six hours." Anne
said, coming up behind him.
"You didn't wake me?" James asked. The idea that his mother would
let him sleep that long was pretty alien to his experience.
"When I called Doctor Hubbard, he said that it would be best to let you
sleep. I came in a few times to check on you, but you seemed alright."
"I slept through Sunday?" James asked incredulously. "No wonder...."
"No wonder what honey?" Anne said, looking at James' back.
"I, uh, think whatever was going on is over." James explained, as he
turned around with the bagel in his right hand. He took a bite, while gesturing
to himself with his left.
"Oh." Anne said, her gaze running over his form. Unlike Randall,
when Anne looked at him, James did not feel as uncomfortable. The gaze was
more of an appraisal than the mental undressing he had received earlier. He
knew that she wasn't able to see much, thanks to his clothing selections, but
the few bulges that showed should give the general idea.
"So, uhm, are you, uh...." Anne asked, stumbling over the question as
she stared directly at James' crotch.
"Yeah. It's completely done, mom." James stated, becoming slightly
uncomfortable at his mother's question. What kind of a question was that,
anyway? It's a question from somebody who loves and cares about you,
dumbass, his mind berated him. "I, uh, geez...." he tried to figure out exactly
how to say the next line. "It didn't hurt or anything, mom. I mean, I wasn't
even awake when it happened."
"Alright honey, I just.... I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable,
Maggie." Anne said, her gaze returning to his eyes.
"Thanks, mom." James replied, taking another bite of his bagel.
"You're a lot taller than I thought you would be." Anne said, deflecting
the line of thought to something a little more general.
"Yeah, that surprised me too."
"Come over here," Anne pointed to a small section of wall where the
old "growth chart" was. It wasn't even really a chart, just a few marks on
plaster that had marked his height ever since he was eight years old. Smiling,
James finished his bagel, and walked to the point at which his mother had
pointed. He leaned back against the wall, straightening his spine to the
maximum amount possible.
Anne placed her hand on the top of his head, and gestured for him to
move away. Her mouth opened in shock as she looked at the point at which
her fingers touched the wall.
"Maggie, you're taller." She said in amazement.
"No way." James looked at her fingertips, marking a spot at least a half
an inch over the last marked line. "Get outta here. I'm taller?"
"Yes, at least half an inch. What were you, five foot ten?"
"Yeah, I think so." James recalled that he actually hadn't gained an
inch in height from the time he was sixteen. He had stopped growing then,
both physically and emotionally.
"Well, you're at least five ten and a half now." Anne stated, smiling at
him. "See, it's not all bad, is it?"
"I guess." James shrugged his shoulders. A half an inch in height
wasn't spectacular growth.
"Honey, you're pretty tall for a girl." Anne said at James' shrug. "I'm
only five eight."
"I must get it from Grandma. What was she, six one?" James recalled
his grandmother, a extremely tall woman with grey hair.
"Yeah, you must. It's just kind of strange, you being so tall when your
sister is not." Anne remarked, her eyes never leaving the growth chart, and his
sister's mark about seven inches below his.
James did not comment, merely looking at his mother. She returned
his gaze, with a softness that surprised him. Despite everything, she was still
his mother. Despite the changes, despite everything he would later put her
through, she was always going to love him. He realized that now.
"Maggie." Anne said, looking at James with that same soft expression,
"You are beautiful."
"My name is James, mom." James tried. He knew that she didn't think
that anymore, and to be honest, he wasn't sure of that anymore. He felt that he
had to say it, though. He had to hang on to it, fearing it would be lost forever.
What good was it to go back if everything he was disappeared?
"No. Not anymore, honey." Anne stepped forward and pulled James
into a tight embrace. He closed his eyes as she did so, and hugged her back,
feeling her against him. She seemed smaller somehow, as her body pressed
against his.
"I'm scared, mom." James whispered, thinking about the way Randall
had looked at him. He had only seen that look in a man's eyes once before. It
was at a party, four months in the future, seven years in his past. A party
where a man had taken advantage of a boy.
"Shhhh." Anne said, rocking the girl in her arms. She patted him on
the back softly. James felt the warmth of the embrace, the love that his mother
was showing him. The cynicism of years drifted away, lost in the clutch of a
mother and her child.
Time slipped to a crawl, as he was held. It wasn't fair. He had given
this woman so much pain, and yet she accepted him as if everything was
alright. Despite the bitter feelings that his memories inspired, he gave in
totally to the feeling of being loved, and of just being held.
"MOOOOM!" Elaine shouted from somewhere in the distance. The
voice ended the embrace, and James was embarrassed to realize that he had
been crying. "Julie wants to know if I can go to the mall today!"
"NO!" Anne shouted back, turning away from James. "You're going to
be spending the day with your sister and me!"
"AWWWWW!" Elaine sighed from the doorway of the kitchen. She
scurried back into the front room, returning a brief moment later. "Can she
come with us then?"
"We're not shopping for you." Anne cautioned, looking the fourteen
year old in the eye. "I don't want you two pestering Maggie."
"We won't mom, honest!" Elaine brought her hands together in front of
her in a pleading gesture. "Pleeeeeease?"
Anne looked at her a moment longer before relenting with a nod.
Elaine's face broke into a wide smile as she dashed from the doorway,
presumably to give the news to Julie on the phone.
"Where are we going, mom?" James asked, looking at his mother with
a puzzled expression.
"Oh, we're going to get you everything that you need for college."
Anne said. She moved over to a counter where her purse lay and dug in it,
finally extracting a lengthy list. "Plus I can't have you running around the
house in my clothes or sweatpants all the time can I?"
James groaned, thinking about what that meant. It meant school
shopping. School shopping was a yearly torture that he despised. He had
loathed it since he was a child, and he would despise it now. As far as
shopping went he was always a walk in, grab it, pay, leave kind of guy. Not so
his mother. Anne had always insisted that he try on everything, whenever she
was paying. The vision of the day spent at the mall made him cringe.
"Do we have to do it today?" He tried, looking down at himself. The
amount he had wanted to eat this morning suggested that his metabolism was
back to normal, but he didn't think his mother knew that. "I thought we were
going to wait until my, uh, sizes finalized."
"I'm pretty sure that they have, honey. I noticed that you only ate one
bagel this morning." Well, there went that idea.
"Well, let me grab a shower at least. I mean, look at me." James
gestured to himself, specifically the hair that fell around his shoulders.
"Ok, but hurry. You know everything opens at nine."
James groaned again, as he walked down the corridor towards the
bathroom. He walked in, and closed the door. He turned the lock, then
checked again to ensure that it actually was locked. Recalling Randall's look
earlier, he also took the precaution of moving the small magazine rack in front
of the door. Fairly certain that there was nothing else he could do to be more
secure, he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Hey, Maggie." He mumbled to the face in the mirror. The feeling was
bizarre. He knew that the woman that he saw was himself, but there was a
feeling of unreality. Shaking off the strange feeling, James pulled the
sweatshirt and the t-shirt under it upwards, leaving himself naked from the
waist down. His eyes naturally drifted downwards, past his lips, down along
the smooth curve of his neck. She noted briefly that her collarbones were now
perfectly symmetrical, despite the soccer incident that had fractured the right
one at age 12, leaving it permanently curved. Her eyes drifted lower, to stare
at the chest that she now had to recognize as her own. Hers.......
James realized that it was the first time she had actually using that
pronoun when referring to herself. It didn't seem strange. She was a woman
now, after all. She may not like it, but referring to herself as a man in her own
thoughts wouldn't help the situation any. Smiling at the realization, James
took in the shape of her breasts; the gentle swell, capped by a slightly darker
bit of skin. Under her gaze, James noticed that the areola of her breasts
wrinkled slightly, and the nipple itself began to softly rise. She was getting
slightly aroused, and was tempted to touch it, but playing with herself while
her mother waited for her to finish a shower wasn't exactly the best of ideas.
Dragging her gaze from her own body, she lowered her sweatpants to the
floor, while reaching out to turn the shower on.
She brushed the curtain aside, stepping into the warm spray. She
inhaled sharply at the feelings as the water ran across her body. It was
different to say the least. James pulled the curtain into place, and ran her
hands through her hair, soaking it thoroughly. She reached for a bottle of
shampoo on the edge of the tub, and ran a bit through her hair, noting the
scent of roses as it reached her nostrils.
"No wonder we buy this stuff." James mumbled to herself as she took
in the aroma. There was no way for her to compare how that one smell
affected her to any odor in her memory. It was an emotion, a fragrance, a
feeling. Combined with the sensations of running her hands through her hair,
the entire experience was one of pure sensuality.
"This is just because it's new." James tried to bring herself back to
reality with the thought, scrubbing her hair vigorously. With her attention
brought back to the task at hand, the rest of the process went much faster. She
shook the last of the shampoo from her hair, and picked up a bar of soap.
"Now, don't freak. This is just like washing your girlfriend." she mumbled to
herself.
It wasn't. Running soap over her body was an interesting experience,
since wherever she touched herself, her male mind kept trying to point out the
fact that she was feeling up a girl. To make matters worse, as she worked she
kept feeling a heat beginning to grow in her lower abdomen. Her entire skin
felt alive as she rinsed the suds from her body, sending chills up her spine
whenever the water splashed across a particularly sensitive spot.
"This is ridiculous." James said quietly. "I'm getting turned on by
taking a fricking shower."
Dragging her attention back to the fact that she was supposed to be
cleaning herself, James quickly finished up. Ignoring the sensations was
difficult, especially the ones involving the lower half of her body. James was
tempted to just grab the shower nozzle, stick it between her legs and get this
whole curiosity problem over with. However, she didn't think that orgasmic
screams would be the best way to convince her mother that she was just fine
and adjusting perfectly normally, thankyouverymuch. She turned off the
shower, and began to dry herself with a towel from the nearby rack.
"That was weird." James said to herself, as she felt the heat in her
lower body beginning to lessen. What was left was a strange feeling of, well,
wetness. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable of feelings, leaving James
with the distinct feeling that she had wet herself. It wasn't that of course, since
after drying herself with the towel the feeling remained. It was still there, but
not as pronounced.
"If this is what we have to deal with when we get turned on, I'm
showering in the dark from now on." James stated to her reflection, and began
gathering up the clothes on the floor. She dressed rapidly, then picked up a
brush and quickly put her hair into some semblance of order. She then moved
the magazine rack, and unlocked the door. Calming herself, she exited the
room, into the main corridor of the house.
"You ready, Maggie?" Anne called from the front room of the house.
"Just let me get my shoes on, mom!" James called as she began to
ascend the stairs to her room. She still thought of herself as James. She wasn't
ready to be Maggie, and she wasn't sure that she would ever be.
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To be continued.
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