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Birth of a New Dawn
By Heather St. Claire
To say I got the shock of my life when I arrived at the train station
earlier tonight would be a gross understatement.
My train pulled in a few minutes after six. I had spent a three-day
weekend visiting my parents, which had been more of a trial than anything
else. I suppose things got off on the wrong foot when I left early
Saturday morning. My boyfriend Don and I had a hellacious argument, so
when I got off the train and didn't see him, I wasn't surprised. I thought
he had probably dumped me, or was sleeping off a hangover. Either way I
was screwed; he had driven me to the station, and I had no other ride
home.
He had stayed up late Friday night playing Halo 6 and guzzling beer. In
fact it was probably well past midnight by the time he stumbled into bed.
I was sound asleep and I didn't hear him. So when I went to wake him at
6:30 to drive me to the train station, it was no surprise he was in no
mood to get up.
"Ahhh...can't you drive yourself?" he muttered.
"No, I can't drive myself," I said. "Have you forgotten that my car is in
the shop? Jesus, Don, do you ever think about anybody but yourself?
Sometimes this relationship seems like all take and no give. I wish you
could know for just one day what it's like in my shoes." I started to cry;
at that point, he hopped out of bed and wrapped his arms around me.
"Ah, hell, babe, I'm sorry," he said. "Lemme get my clothes on."
I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror; my mascara was a
streaky mess. "You don't need to hurry," I said. "I've got to fix my
makeup." As I washed my face and reapplied my mascara, I thought it would
serve him right if he knew what a woman had to go through every day.
Little did I know that I would soon get my wish....
Don dropped my off at the train station with less than five minutes to
spare. "I'm gonna go sleep this off. Jeez, I'm sorry, Babe. Tell your
parents hello for me." I gave him a peck on the cheek, forced a smile, and
waved goodbye as I boarded the train.
I scanned the platform a second and third time?no sign of Don. I was
trying to figure out whether he hadreally left me, or just forgotten to
show up, when I saw a woman holding a cardboard sign with my name written
on it?you know, like you see limo drivers at the airport. The woman was an
inch or two taller than me; she had curly shoulder-length brown hair. She
was wearing a red tube dress and a cropped black leather jacket. Funny, I
thought, that looks exactly like one of my outfits...in fact, it was Don's
favorite outfit of mine.
I took a few steps in the direction of the woman. "Excuse me? I don't
think I know who you are. Why are you holding a sign with my name on it?"
I looked into her face. Her lip was trembling slightly, and she seemed
about to cry. "It's me, babe. Don. Although I spell it D-A-W-N now." It
was crazy, it made absolutely no sense at all. But as soon as I looked
into her eyes I knew it was true.
"How....can you......oh, hell," I spluttered.
She pointed to the outside patio, where there were several tables. "Why
don't we sit down, and I'll try to explain." I nodded. As Dawn sat down,
she took the purse off her shoulder, set it on the table, and opened it.
She pulled out a pack of Virginia Slims Ultra Lights?my brand?and a pink
lighter. She lit one with a slightly trembling hand, closed her eyes, and
took a deep drag. Then she offered me the cigarettes and lighter. I took
them eagerly. This was way too much to process.
As I lit my own cigarette, I looked at her and said. "I cannot believe
this. My Marlboro man is now a Virginia Slims gal." She chuckled. "Yeah,"
she said, exhaling a long stream of smoke. "Those taste way too harsh to
me now. These?"she said, pausing for a moment to look at the slim
cigarette between her fingers. "These are just right now."
I took a deep drag of my own, and said, "Okay, Miss Dawn, out with it. I
can't stand the suspense."
She swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "Remember when I
dropped you off Saturday morning and I said I was going back to the
apartment to sleep off my hangover? That's exactly what I did. I went into
our bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and pretty much fell into bed.
"It was about three hours later when I woke up. The first thing I realized
was that my head felt perfectly clear. The second thing I realized was
that something big had happened. I still hadn't opened my eyes when I
reached up and felt my?my breasts. I wondered for a second if you had come
back for some reason. But then I tweaked the nipples, and I knew these
boobs were mine."
She hesitated, and was blushing slightly. I still couldn't fully process
what I was hearing and realized I was having difficulty speaking. "Go on,
don't be shy, honey," I finally said. "This is what we call girl talk." I
forced a smile, and she smiled as well.
"Well, then I started, umm, exploring between my legs...and let's save the
details on that for later. Anyway, I got up, opened the closet door, and
checked myself out in the mirror. I gave myself a pretty good going over."
I smiled. "And what did you think?"
She smiled back. "Well, to be honest, I looked at my nice, firm boobs,
tight little ass, long legs, and thought, 'Damn! I'm hot. If I was still a
guy, I'd hit on me?"then quickly added: "If I was single."
I chuckled. Don, or Dawn, always did have a gift for making me laugh. "And
if I was a guy, I'd probably hit on you, too." I shook my head. "But how
did this happen?"
She tried to smile, but it was only a half-smile. "It's all your fault,
you know."
"My fault? But?" she held up a hand.
"Let me finish. Remember that junk shop we went to last weekend? Where you
bought that strange little statue? The one the man said would grant us
three wishes? I looked at it sitting on our dresser, and I knew, I just
knew, that the wish you had made that morning had come true."
My jaw dropped. "Holy crap," I shrieked. "I did make that exact wish. But
why are you still a chick, then?"
"That's getting ahead of the story, but I'll get there. I decided if I was
a chick for a day, I had to experience everything my new body had to
offer."
I raised an eyebrow. "My God, you do have a one track mind, male or
female."
She scrunched up her face and looked ready to cry again. "Damn, I hope you
don't think of this as cheating....it seemed like a once in a lifetime
opportunity to see how the other half lives."
I had a skeptical look on my face. I had put out my first cigarette and
lit another. "Go on," I said flatly.
"I dug into your drawer for some panties and a bra. It took me a few
minutes to figure out how the bra worked. Then I put on this dress and
slipped into a pair of heels. I went into the bathroom to take a look at
myself, and thought I seemed a little pale. Then the lightbulb went off
over my dim head?no makeup! I fumbled around with a lipstick and managed
to apply some without making too much of a mess, and left it at that."
I looked at her face closely. "Well, you seem to have gotten the hang of
it now."
"Yes," she said, "and I don't mean to be a drama queen, but we aren't
there yet. I didn't have any pockets, so I found a drawstring bag, put my
wallet and keys in it, and headed out in search of.....sex."
"Of course you did."
"Please don't judge me," she said, starting to cry. I dug into my purse
for a pack of tissue and set it on the table. Then I reached across the
table and grabbed both of her hands in mine and squeezed tightly. I felt
an electric tingle?something I had never felt when touching another woman
before. "I'm not," I said. "You just have to understand this is a hell of
a lot to take in."
She nodded. "So anyway...I drove to Ralph's, walked in, set down at the
bar, and ordered a white wine."
"Not a Bud?"
She shook her head. "No, not a Bud. She pointed to the pack of Virginia
Slims on the table. "Like I said, my tastes have changed."
"So how long did it take for you to get picked up?"
She smiled. "Not long."
My curiosity got the better of me. "So what did he look like?"
"He kind of reminded me of a younger George Clooney." She hesitated. "That
smile?those eyes?"
"What was his pickup line?"
Dawn looked puzzled for a moment, then said: "Oh! Now I get it! Now I
understand how chicks stay a step ahead of guys."
"Yes, we are masters of sharing intelligence. Why do you think we always
go to the bathroom in twos and threes? Now tell me what he said to get you
in bed!"
She drew a deep breath. "He sat down next to me, smiled, and said, 'That
dress looks fantastic on you. But it would look even better on the floor
next to my bed."
"Oh. My. God."
"Yeah, I know, one of the oldest pickups around...but all I know is it
gave me goose bumps when he said it."
"So how about if you skip the foreplay and get right to the good part," I
said, trying to avoid sounding TOO sarcastic.
She smiled, and sighed deeply. "It was awesome. Friggin' awesome! You
know...sometimes I envied you just a little bit when we were making love
and the orgasms just kept coming for you, while I had to wait to recover.
Well, by the time we were done, I had come about a dozen times. I still
remember thinking somewhere along the way, 'God, I wish I could stay like
this forever.'"
"You didn't!"
"Oh, yeah, I did. But it didn't really sink in until the next morning. I
had totally lost track of time, but I finally noticed it was a little past
11. I figured if my day as a chick ended at midnight, I didn't want to
change back in front of George."
"His name really was George?"
"Actually, I never found out his name. It all happened pretty quickly and
was pretty focused on the physical."
"Great. My boyfriend the slut."
Now she laughed, and it didn't seem forced this time. I laughed too.
"So anyway, I drove myself home, poured myself a glass of wine, drank it,
and suddenly felt very, very tired. I got undressed, crawled into bed, and
I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow." She paused. "Next
thing I knew, the buzzing of my phone woke me up. I was kind of groggy as
I reached for it, but when I saw I still had a female hand, polished nails
and all, I knew something was up, and when I saw the phone I picked up was
pink, I really knew something was up. Oh, and I had gone to bed
naked...now I was wearing this really frilly babydoll nightie."
"So was it George on the other end?"
"No, I never gave him my name or phone number either....remember, I
thought this was going to be a one-day thing. It was Amber at the Coffee
Shack. She said she was really sorry to bug me so early on a Sunday
morning, she knew it was my day off, but Steve hadn't shown up, and she
wasn't able to get ahold of anyone else. I told her I could be there in
half an hour."
"I bet your head was spinning."
"That's an understatement. I opened the closet door to look things over.
At first glance, I looked the same, but I soon realized there were several
changes."
She pointed to a barbed wire tattoo on her right arm, about halfway
between the shoulder and elbow. "That wasn't there the day before, and
neither was this." She lifted her right leg and pointed to a small rose
tattooed above her ankle. "And I didn't have pierced ears the first day,
either." She grabbed hold of the large gold hoops in each of her ears. "Or
this." She stuck out her tongue; of course it was pierced, too.
"When I was in the bathroom, I realized the changes were more than just
physical. I didn't have time to shower, so I just washed my face, and
before I knew it, I was applying makeup like I had been doing it for
years. Lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, foundation, the works. I
knew I had to look good for work, and damn, if it didn't pay off. The
women didn't tip as well as when I was a guy, but boy, the guys made up
for that and then some. Especially when I would lean forward extra far to
give them a good look at my cleavage as I handed them their coffee.
Probably the smartest thing I did all day was putting on that low-cut top.
"But I'm getting ahead of myself again. When I went to get dressed, I
opened the closet, and sure enough, my guy clothes that had been there the
day before were gone, replaced by a pretty nice wardrobe to go along with
yours. Damn, I'm getting all off track again. For a minute, I thought I
was going to start bawling, but I pulled myself together and got dressed.
Like I said, a low-cut top and a denim mini-skirt. But by now it was
really sinking in that all this was permanent."
I interrupted. "But we can still use the third wish to change you back."
She shook her head. The expression on her face was more wistful than sad.
"No we can't."
"Why not?"
"I'm getting there. Once I was dressed, I realized I didn't have any idea
where my car keys were. I looked all around the bedroom, and was standing
in the kitchen when I said, 'I sure wish I knew where my car keys were.'
And right at that moment, I saw this purse (she pointed to the purse
sitting beside her) and knew they were in there. And I also realized that
was the end of our three wishes."
I was at a loss for words. Meanwhile, the new Dawn was unable to contain
herself.
"You know what else I found in here?" she asked. Before giving me a chance
to answer, she pulled out a wallet, flipped it open, and held her driver's
license in front of me. Of course it was for D-a-w-n and had her picture
and statistics as a female. "God, isn't the picture awful?" she said.
I looked at her evenly. "I have never met the woman who remotely close to
being happy with her driver's license picture." I glanced back down at the
license. "And you shaved, what, ten pounds off your weight? I guess you
really are 100 percent female now."
She responded with mock indignation: "I'll have you know I only weigh FIVE
pounds more than it says there." Then she looked a little deflated and
stared off into the distance and said, "Yes, I guess I am. Female.
Forever."
I reached across the table and grabbed her hands and squeezed them tighly.
She was looking down and seemed ready to cry. "Dawn. Dawn," I said. "Will
you look at me?" She did. I could see the tears at the corners of her
eyes. "There are a lot worse things than being a chick. Take it from me,
I've got thirty years of experience at it, and you know what? It can
really be pretty cool!"
Now she started to sob. "But what's going to happen to me? Where the hell
am I going to go?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you want a lover, not a roommate, right? I'm going to have to
find a place of my own and try to sort out this crazy thing that's
happened to me."
I glanced around the patio and platform. There wasn't another train due
for half an hour. All I saw was one couple, probably in their seventies,
slowly shuffling toward the parking lot. What the hell, I thought, why not
give them a thrill.
I let go of Dawn's hands and wrapped my hands behind her head. I pulled
her toward me as I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and pressed it as hard
against hers as I could. I rammed my tongue against hers, and didn't let
go until I was sure the message had gotten through.I felt my nipples
becoming rock hard, and I hoped the same thing was happening to her.
When I did let go, she looked happy. A bit dazed, but very happy. She was
still crying. "I never understood before," she said through the tears.
"Understood what?"
"Understood why you?why chicks cry when they?when we're happy. But I think
I get it now. I love you, babe, I really do."
I smiled. "Besides, I've always wanted to give girl-on-girl a try, but was
never brave enough to do it. I'm ready now. You're my lover and my best
friend, Dawn."
She smiled as she wiped her eyes. "Isn't that a line from an old song?"
"Yes it is. Now come on, let's go home. I've got a feeling I've got a lot
to teach you."
She reached out for my hand and grasped it. "And I've got a feeling I'm
going to love learning it all."
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