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Suddenly Woman
Chapter 3
Authors Note: this is a continuation of Chapter 2.
I awoke naked, tangled in the bath towel, just as the answering machine
clicked on. "Hi this is Jen. Leave a message." I know her voice now,
my voice, but the simple message give little insight into her. BEEP.
"How was your dream last night Jennifer?" The sound of that voice
arrested my attention. I know him!
"Or, should I say, how was your dream, William?" he laughed.
I had had the deepest dream. Jennifer...me...was there with a man...a
very powerful man and we were naked, in bed, together. I hadn't seen
him, other than his waist, his legs, his ass. I'd seen his arms. He'd
held me, alternatively strong, firm and then gentle, soothing, caressing.
He'd held my breasts, leaving me writhing on the bed...not wanting to
feel a second more of that...yet powerless to stop it or even to protest.
He lay atop me with his legs astride mine. Sucking my breasts, teasing
them, I'd felt his hardness brush my tummy. In my mind, in my dream, I
was telling him to stop. Telling him no. But like a mute, I couldn't
say a word. Passion, urgent, primitive passion began to well up. But it
was me, feeling that. In that completely new way.
I held his butt for a moment and pulled him to me, feeling his cock
pressed along my tummy. He responded by pulling my still tighter,
pressing it harder against me. I struggled to try to kiss him, to just
taste his lips. But then he moved lower, resting the base of his cock
into the top of my vagina. Gently but firmly, he made it go up and down
the side of my clit three quick times. I felt myself cum. It was as tho
I were suddenly falling, then landed in the softest bed of feathers I
could ever imagine. My body was aflame. I could feel my vagina...I was
clearly, intensely aware of it. Its muscles and membranes, its depth,
its heat. It spasmed, contracted inside. It expected coitus. I tried
to move him. He moved one leg, then the other, inside mine. My knees
spread immediately. I could feel my wetness. I could feel the pulsing
in my labia. I felt dilated and feverish. He lifted my ass and
positioned his shaft below me, nestled lengthwise in the crack of my
butt, leaving my pussy bereft of him, vulnerable. I struggled to
position myself. I just wanted to feel the head of it. No. I wanted
all of it. It was a need. For seemingly minutes this had continued til
I was going mad with desire, all the while the utter intensity of this
dream had seared into my mind every extreme of this body.
When I heard his voice on the machine I recognized the significance of
it. When he asked about my dream...a flash of electricity traveled
through me, if electricity can feel soft.
"You don't have to say anything child," he said soothingly. "I know,"
and then he laughed again, mockingly, cruelly, mischievously. "You should
really get a life you know", laughing, again. "Ta." He hung up.
I was frozen. I wasn't imagining this. This was real. It was him! He
was part of this. He did this to me! I remember him in some way. Bill
remembers him. And, oddly, I think Jennifer does too.
I have to be strong. Alert. What happened to me? To us. Who is
Jennifer? I have to be responsible for her. I have the incredible,
intoxicating, unbelievable burden of protecting her...her body..her
person...her individuality. I'm not strong enough for this. But I have
to. I have to try. I have resolve this...for both of us.
Get up. I have to get up. Keep moving. This body didn't feel as alien
as I walked to my bureau. I was aware of completely aware of its
difference, but quickly moved to open the drawer, keeping myself focused.
Get dressed. Underwear. I slipped them on. Ok, just accept the fact.
You're a woman for now. I opened the other drawer and picked out one of
her tops. Slacks. Alright. Concentrate. You've felt her presence
before. Part of Jen is inside you. It explains those flashes of
recognition. How you knew Lisa. How you saw that woman's face who said
she was your mom on the answering machine. Let Jen help us.
Concentrate.
Coffee. I need coffee. I buttoned the slacks and glanced up at the
mirror. I've seen me before. I forgot to put on my bra. Coffee. I'll
just make coffee. Come on Jennifer...I know you're with me.
The cigarettes. They help make me comfortable. I took one out and
effortlessly lit it. Dragged on it. Oh yeah. Better. She sipped her
coffee. Relaxing helped. I could sense her, Jen's consciousness there,
with me. Not coexisting, but there, almost, nearly accessible, helpful.
Wisps of consciousness. Ok. My mom. I have to call her mom.
That moment I saw the mom again but this time I sensed more. She was a
stern woman, kind but demanding. I think Jen feels that she's
disappointed her in life. I called my 'mom.'
"Well its about time young lady. I hope you're working hard. Did you hear
Trish just made partner. You should call her and congratulate her.
That's a very big deal you know. We're very proud of her."
Trish. That was Jen's sister. More successful, more perfect, more what
her parents expected. But too perfect. She made Jen feel inferior. Jen
had a lithe, shapely body, just like her handsome mother had had. But
she had troubles with intimacy. Her mother, her sister, repressed her.
She'd been meaning to meet with a therapist. She felt guilty even
masturbating. Although when she gave in, it was with a furious fervor.
In fact, she had a black dildo. Bottom left drawer, under a sweater.
She'd use that again. Shortly.
"Are you listening to me Jen?" her mother snapped. "Don't be such a
dreamy girl. Ok? Promise me, make us proud Jen. Have to go. Talk
soon. Bye."
I could sense the weight that woman had over Jen. The connections were
vague but if I concentrated, I felt I could grasp at certain intuitions
and memories that Jen had. I noticed I'd lit another cigarette without
even realizing it.
I have to get out. I have to get air. Think. Refresh. I should eat
something.
Hardly allowing myself to even think, I grabbed her purse and started to
walk out. A mirror in the doorway. I need to brush my hair. Just keep
moving. Don't think. Brush.
She was beautiful. Even with no makeup. She didn't want to go braless.
But I couldn't stop to put that on. I just knew that. Look at those
eyebrows, how thin, how they arched. I purposely opened the door and
walked out.
Outside on the sidewalk, I walked amidst the throngs of the city. Old
people, young, men, women, children, all sorts of people, and here I
was...this woman...walking, existing. Jen had gorgeous breasts. She was
a full B, sometimes, depending on the brand, she needed a C. She had
large round areolas. She'd never go braless like this. Not wearing this
shirt. It was a turquoise cotton v neck with short sleeves. She wasn't
being lewd or even indiscrete. Most young women would have no problem
with it. But her nipples were clearly visible if you looked.
I saw the eyes. Some looked overtly, leeringly. Others more subtlely,
discreetly. It wasn't just men. I let Jen smoke. She repressed her
smoking too, I could tell. It was a guilty pleasure. Ridiculously she
still hid her habit from her mother, although she'd been sneaking
cigarettes since she was 15. The smoking helped us to reach some clumsy
equilibrium. I could center on her better.
The irony was that I had always had a secret fascination with women. I
was a good man. I was very lucky, I worked hard, I had a great job. I'd
just turned 40 and had a tremendous girlfriend. Everyone thought that
she'd be the one to settle me down. A few weeks ago, I'd taken her
panties from the hamper and worn them to work. It wasn't just to
remember her by. It wasn't the first time. She was a great fuck though.
Now, here I am. I walked into the store. Remember to pick up the
newspaper. I need to focus. I bought two packs of the cigarettes.
Marlboro 100s. I know they were the Lights that she had had in her
apartment. I need to focus. Job. Do I have a job? Does Jen have a job.
Actress. Struggling. She should quit. But her friends think she's good,
that she should stick it out. Her teacher, Liz Ferris thinks so too.
She has very real talents, when she lets herself show them.
And a restaurant! She's a hostess in a restaurant. She hasn't called.
She should call. The number. I cant remember. It was floating there
but just disappeared. She could walk there though. Four, six blocks,
she turned the corner and there it was. "Stenson's." She remembered the
number. Cell phone.
"Hi. This is Jen, is Tony there?" She waited.
Tony came on screaming like she'd heard so many times before. He was an
older guy, very excitable. But he was a sweetheart. She apologized.
Told him she'd been sick and just so out of it. Turned out she'd only
missed a night.
"Oh, Tony, I cant come tonite either," she said...or I said.
"See bella," that's all you have to do. "Just a little warning. I'm
much easier to work with then. Have fun. See you Saturday." He'd always
help to support her crazy schedule with the last minute auditions and bit
roles.
She got food and made it back to her apartment. It was 12:20. I did it.
No incidences. No dire consequences. I'd been out...in this body...I
was Jen. I was a woman. Female. What did all that mean? It was more than
just a body, I know.
I tried not to think about it all too much. That dinner party. I knew
that was important to Lisa. It was important for their friendship. I'm
not sure why. I was going to go early and help. I know that. I'm
surprised she hasn't called me. Maybe she's letting me sleep.
I knew this was a dangerous situation, my predilections, her body. I
walked around the apartment. I need to acquaint myself with what is
here. I need to focus. I need Jen's help.
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