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CHAPTER SIX
When I came to, it took a lot longer than before for me to fully wake up.
I suppose that was because I'd been given a lot of the ginger. In the
beginning of my waking up, I thought I felt someone stroking my bare
belly, and then pulling my shirt back down to cover it. But I was so out
of it that I couldn't be sure that I hadn't just imagined that. When I did
finally manage to open my eyes, I saw that it was bright daylight, and I
was in Roger's room, lying on his bed. He was sitting beside me, but not
touching me. And he was wearing different clothes than before.
He told me that it was late afternoon, that he was already back from
school and even finished all his homework. I'd 'slept' for over 12 hours.
It took a bit more time before I regained enough strength to sit up
unaided, and even more before I could stand up and walk. Roger told me
that we were home alone, but that Mom and Randy were probably going to get
home soon, and suggested that we leave and go somewhere before they do get
home. I agreed. I wasn't ready to be around Mom yet. Though I wasn't
hysterical and crying anymore, I was still upset with her for what she'd
said to her brother.
Roger asked me where I wanted to go, or what I wanted to do, reminding me
that I was supposed to choose. I couldn't decide, though, so I said I'd
get dressed and we should just leave, in the car, and figure out where to
go afterwards.
Back in my bedroom, I changed out of my sweatshirt and put on a royal-blue
short-sleeved T-shirt. It was full length, even slightly longer than
normal, both in front and back, but instead of normal T-shirt material it
was made of a more shiny, smooth, spandexy material and fit a little
tighter than normal. I decided to stay with it because of the comfort of
the added length, even though after putting it on I discovered that it had
a bit of a low back, something I hadn't planned on and probably wouldn't
have gone for if I'd noticed it before putting it on. For pants, for some
reason I couldn't look at the oversized boys' jeans with the soccer
emblems on it. If I didn't want to go with shorts - which I didn't - I had
two options - either some purple corduroys that I'd never tried on before,
or a pair of black shiny faux-leather pants.
For some reason, I initially assumed that the corduroys would be very
tight and revealing, and would fit me in a way I didn't like. In
retrospect, it was a silly thought. But I decided to try the black fake
leather pants on first. They had a fake 'fly' in the front and a zipper to
close them on the side, and though they were relatively thick material,
they fit me perfectly skin-tight, revealing the exact shape of my butt, my
crotch, and my entire legs all the way down to my ankles! I also noticed a
slightly visible panty-line in the back. I felt really embarrassed seeing
myself like that in the mirror, and before taking off the pants to try on
the corduroys I pulled my shirt down to cover my butt and crotch.
Fortunately, as I said before, the shirt was slightly longer than most, so
it did naturally cover my butt when pulled down, but it made it look like
I was wearing shiny black leggings instead of pants.
I was about to take them off and try on the corduroys when Roger knocked
and began to open my door. "Can I come in?" he asked. "Are you dressed?"
"Um, yeah," I began to say, "I'm dressed but I'm going to change my
pants." As soon as he heard the word 'yeah' he opened my door the rest of
the way and was inside. I was embarrassed and disappointed that he'd seen
me like that. I continued my thought. "I didn't think these pants would be
so tight, I don't like the way they look. I'm gonna change."
"I think they look fine," he said. I could see him looking me up and down
a few times. "You look great, normal. Anyway, I just got a text message
that Mom and Randy are almost home and she wants to discuss Tom's place
with you. So unless you're ready to have that conversation now, I suggest
we leave quickly. Don't worry about your pants, nobody who knows you will
see you wherever we go. When we come back, if you still want to change,
I'll help you sneak into your room before anybody sees you."
I DID want to get out of there before Mom came home, so I agreed to just
go to the car like that.
"Don't you want to wear shoes?" he asked.
"Um, I forgot my sandals in the theatre yesterday," I said, and explained
how I'd taken them off to climb over the people.
"Oh yeah, I noticed that you were barefoot when we were walking through
the mall and thought that was a little strange, but didn't want to say
anything and embarrass you. Don't you have any other shoes, though?"
"Just big uncomfortable sneakers that Mom bought for me. I'm OK going
barefoot. It's one of my 'animal super-powers', I think. I'm actually more
comfortable this way. If you don't mind."
He chuckled. "It doesn't bother me at all. Your feet look cute. If you
want, though, maybe we should swing by the theatre and see if they found
your sandals and kept them in the lost-and-found. There could be times
when you are required to wear something on your feet."
"Okay, I guess," I said.
We got into the car. I was at least relieved that he wouldn't be staring
at my bar legs every time we stopped at a light. He still kept looking
down at my legs, though - I guess they were still appealing now that they
were encased in skin-tight shiny material. As we were pulling away from
our house, we passed Mom and Randy driving home. They waved at us. Moments
later, Roger got a text asking that we be home in no more than two hours,
since she needed to talk to me.
"So we have two hours," he said. "Where do you want to go? Anywhere
specific?"
"No, not really. Actually, I'd just like to get away from Mom and Randy
and home."
"So why don't we go back to the mall. It's close by. We can just hang out
at the food court, have a smoothy or something, and sit and talk. And
before we leave we can go by the theatre to see about your sandals."
"Okay," I said.
The mall was very crowded, especially the food court. So, after buying our
drinks (a milkshake for him and pure orange juice for me - and I used my
small size to squeeze past the line to the front and to get a salesman who
obviously found me a little too cute to sell me the drinks without having
to wait) we left the food court, and went and sat on the edge of a
fountain, side by side.
"I contacted the prophet," Roger said. That surprised me. "I was worried
about a few things and wanted to ask him. He said not to worry. I thought
that perhaps you'd become dependant on the ginger to sleep and not be able
to do so without it. He said that no, it wasn't addictive for you, but
that more than for the ginger's effect itself, you were probably really
enjoying the attention I was giving you, and probably would agree to
taking it more if it meant more time with me.
"He said that 'creatures' - that's what he calls people like you, love
attention, and especially from the people they're 'imprinted' on. He also
said that much of this need for attention is probably not related to the
creature you've become, but just to your loneliness and isolation finding
yourself thrown into a whole knew life and not trusting too many people.
"So I thought I should tell you that I'd try my best to make more time for
you, and you shouldn't feel like you need to agree to things like the
ginger in order to get me to want to spend time with you - I don't care
about that. I can't spend ALL my time with you - I have to go to school, I
have to have friends and a social life as well. But I will try to make
lots of time for you. I like the new friendship that we've developed. I
feel a lot closer to you now than before the change - it's unfortunate
that we didn't have this before, but I'm glad that we have it now. But you
can just be yourself, however it is that you want to be. Don't worry about
doing things, like the ginger, to get my attention."
I was touched by this long confession and explanation, and a little
surprised. "Thanks, um, I'm not asking for the ginger just for attention.
But it's nice that you enjoy spending time with me. I enjoy this time with
you, too. Thanks. What else did he say?"
"Oh, not much. He asked if you'd picked a new name, and I told him
'Jasmine', which he thought was really appropriate. He asked if you were
beginning to enjoy living in a girl's body, and I told him I didn't think
so - not yet. He was glad to know that you were confiding in me, and
opening up and sharing some of your secret abilities with me, though he
cautioned me to remind you not to use them in public too much. He asked if
we'd tested your other 'special foods', but when I asked him what those
were, he said I'd have to wait until you decided to tell me yourself. He
also said he'd come visit us, probably in about two weeks, to check on
your progress and suggest some methods of ensuring your protection."
I didn't even know that Roger had a way of contacting the prophet - I
didn't. I was a little surprised that he'd called him without talking to
me about it first.
We sipped our drinks in silence for a while, watching a group of super
girly girls walk by, giggling way too loudly.
"Can I ask you a question? It's a little personal, but I'm really curious.
If you don't want to answer me that's ok too, if you don't mind me
asking."
"Ok, ask."
"Well, I'm just curious... are you able to... I mean, do you, can you, you
know, masturbate in this new body of yours?" He whispered the word
'masturbate'.
I was caught totally off guard by the question. "I, um, no, I don't think
I want to answer that question. I'm not comfortable talking about that."
"OK. But I'm assuming that you masturbated a lot beforehand, as a man,
right? 'Cause I sure do it a lot."
"Yeah, I guess I did."
There were some moments of awkward silence. Then he spoke again. "So I'm
guessing that yesterday, in the theatre, was the first time you, um,
'came', since your transformation?"
I REALLY didn't want to answer that question or talk about it. I didn't
deny it, I just remained silent. He nodded, as if he understood my silence
as a 'yes'.
"Well, I'll reveal a secret to you, too, then. And I'm sure it's just as
awkward and embarrassing for me as those last questions were for you. I
mean, I'm assuming you know, or guess, that I'm not a virgin. I've done it
with a bunch of girls, maybe fifteen times? Like, you know I'm kinda
popular at school. And I do definitely jerk off a lot, too. But the
strangest thing... yesterday, in the theatre... I've NEVER in my whole
life had an orgasm as good, as intense, as strong as that! And that's even
though our clothes were on, and we weren't even having sex or really
touching... you were just sitting on my lap!"
I remained silent, in shock. I really wasn't sure if I was glad that he'd
made this revelation to me!
"That was the real reason that I called the prophet. That's what I was
worried about.
"He said that we shouldn't worry about it or feel guilty about it, that it
was to be expected. That your scent and taste will do that. But he did
encourage me, us, to take things slow. Which is why I think we should try
not to let that happen again for some time.
"He said that 'creatures' like yourself are very sexual beings, and
quickly become kind of addicted to having sex or orgasming. And that you
most probably won't be able to masturbate to orgasm - most probably you'll
only be able to 'get off' when someone else stimulates you. But as for me,
he said that if I get too used to having sex with you, or even just
orgasming without actual sex the way it happened accidentally yesterday, I
would get addicted to that and not like having sex with 'regular' people
anymore. I might not even be able to orgasm from jerking off or having sex
with a normal woman, since orgasms with 'creatures' are so much more
powerful. And yet, he said, not to think that I could just get into a
monogamous relationship with you, because, well, that won't work. I'm
going to get old, and you're going to stay exactly as you are, forever.
And your nature is not to be monogamous - I don't mean you specifically, I
mean 'creatures' like you. If I were to get too attached to you, I could
feel betrayed when you sleep with someone else, and he said that it's a
certainty that you will. And not just with people, too. So he suggested
that if we decide to start having sex, that we make sure to do so only
very rarely, and that I make sure to have sex with other people in the
meantime, too, and not totally rely on you."
"I'm NOT having sex with you!" I finally said, adamantly. "You're my
brother! I'm YOUR brother! Don't forget, I'm a MAN inside. I'm never
having sex with a man! I'm not gay!"
"Of course, of course. I didn't mean to say that I wanted to have sex with
you. Because I don't - that would be too weird for me too. Because, I know
you're really my brother. And if we go just by looks, you look like a
little kid, and I'm not a pædofile! I was just worried about what happened
yesterday. And so that's what he told me. That's all."
I was at a loss for words. Finally, I said, "But you can't deny that you
enjoy licking my body. And you're certainly going to want to do that
again, if I let you, eventually."
"Yeah, but that's just because of how you taste. It's not sexual."
"But... I can tell that when you do it, the more skin you lick, the more
and more you get turned on."
"That's true. But it's just an unfortunate unwanted by-product. That's not
my purpose when licking you, and not what I hope to achieve. And, by the
way, it looks like you enjoy being licked, too."
I didn't respond to that.
"Anyway, you know, there's my body that works basically according to my
senses, and then there's my brain and my actions. By which I mean, it's
possible that my body might be turned on by you sometimes, if I touch you
a lot, or smell or taste you a lot. According to the prophet, just by
being around you and especially being 'imprinted' the way we are, that's
just unavoidable. We shouldn't worry about that. We have fun together,
we've become really good friends, we don't want to lose that because of
something we can't control. Because the more important part is that we do,
both, control it. If we get turned on, if we get, well, horny or whatever,
we can trust each other to respect each other's boundaries and not to do
anything the other doesn't want. So I really don't think we have anything
to worry about or should stop hanging out together. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, I guess so," I said, after having thought about it for a few
seconds.
He put his hand on my hand and squeezed gently.
Just then, Roger's cell phone rang. "It's Mom," he said to me, worried,
before picking up.
He talked to her for a moment and then hung up. "We have a bit of a
problem," he said.
I knew what it was already. Due to my super hearing, I was able to hear
both sides of the conversation. "I know. I heard. They're coming here to
meet us at Pizza Hut in half an hour, and we're supposed to go reserve a
table for four. But I don't want her or Randy to see me like this, wearing
such girly clothes!"
"I know! I'm sorry! You heard, I tried to get out of it, I tried very
hard."
"Yeah, I heard."
"Maybe there's time to go to a store and buy you a new pair of pants.
Let's try, quickly."
We ran to Target and looked, first in the boys' section and then in the
girls'. Everything was too expensive, he hadn't brought that much cash
with him.
"I'll just run home and run back. You can reserve the table and I'll go
home and come back. I can do it with my super speed. I'll hide outside the
house until they pull out in Mom's car, and then I'll quickly go inside
and change, and then I'll run back here and get to the restaurant before
they arrive. I just hope those stupid purple corduroy pants aren't too
tight on me too."
"That's a lot of running back and forth, though. What if you're not back
in time? Maybe I have a better idea. We can go to the restaurant now and
choose a booth, by a wall, and be already sitting down when they arrive.
Your legs will be under the table, and I'll sit beside you, so they'll
never see. And then we'll just let them leave first, since we have our own
car to go home with. We can say that we have to run some errands or even
that we're going to see a movie or something, so that they'll leave first
and won't see you."
"Um, sounds risky, but I guess we might as well go to the restaurant and
see if we can get a good table like that before they come."
We jogged through the mall until we got to the Pizza Hut. There was a bit
of a line up to get in. I waited nervously. In the meantime, I motioned
for him to bend down so I could ask him something.
"I just need to know, so tell me the truth. Yesterday in the theatre, when
you touched my butt and held on to me there. Were you... enjoying that?
Touching me there?"
He looked a little uncomfortable, and said, "Well, we were both kind of
letting our hormones make the decisions for us, right? So I guess the
answer is yes, at the time."
"But before that, when I was being passed down the aisle and you grabbed
me by the butt?"
"That's different. I was just trying to grab you out of that pervert's
hands quickly, and that's where my hand landed. It was just a convenient
place to hold you from. It's like when people hold little kids up, babies
even, from their butt, it's just because it's convenient, not because it
turns them on. I don't mean to say you're a little kid or a baby of
course. I just mean that it was an accident that time, and that it wasn't
a sexual touch, it was just functional."
"Was that the first time you touched my butt? Tell me honestly. Did you
touch me while I was unconscious?"
"No, of course not."
It sounded like he was covering something up, so I asked again. "You can
tell me. Please tell me the truth. I won't be mad."
"You're sure you won't be mad? Well, okay, so the truth is, that the
second time I gave you ginger, I mean from last night until this
afternoon, all those times - I was very careful and did not touch your
butt or any other part of your body that you normally keep covered. But
the first time you let me ginger you, well, yeah, I felt it just a little
bit. I'm sorry. I felt bad about it afterwards, and feel even worse about
it now. But at the time, yeah, I did. But just your butt, by the way. I
stayed completely away from your pussy and your breasts. And it was only
over your shorts, I didn't stick my hand into your shorts or anything like
that."
I was surprised, even though I suspected as much. I felt violated, and yet
it also made me feel a little good knowing it. So I asked him more. "How
did it happen, though? You just thought, 'she's asleep, she'll never know,
so I'm gonna have fun and feel her ass?'" It was actually surprising to
hear myself talking about myself with feminine pronouns.
"No, actually, to begin with it started off as an accident. I was carrying
you from some place to another, I don't remember where, and you started to
slip, so I grabbed you, and the place where my hand grabbed just happened
to be your butt. Accidentally. And that was the problem. Because once I'd
grabbed you there, it did a little something to me. And I couldn't stop
thinking about it. I'd only done it accidentally, for a few seconds. But
now I wanted to do it on purpose, and slowly. And eventually the suspense
built up too much, and I figured that it wouldn't be hurting you and you'd
never know. I'm sorry."
"So then you just reached over and felt it?"
"Can I not tell you the details, please?"
"Tell me. Please. Need to know. I already told you I won't be mad. I don't
want you doing it again, but I'm gonna forgive you for doing it that time.
Okay? So please, tell me."
"I put you over my knees, intending to give you a little spanking. Only
then, with your butt pointing right at my face, I couldn't just slap it.
So I felt it. Slowly."
"For how long?"
"How long? How should I know? I don't know. Maybe two or three minutes.
Maybe five. And I just felt the outside, traced around the cheeks and
stuff. I didn't press into your crack. And then I gave you the little
spanking I'd intended on doing at first. Not hard, it wasn't to hurt you,
it was just light slaps, for fun. That's all."
I remained silent and took the information in. I was glad to know the
truth, but still found it quite shocking.
"And then I felt so guilty about it. And, actually, I planned to tell you
about it, to clear my conscience and apologize. And so I did it once more
- I mean, I gave you another spanking, this time recording a video of it
on my phone so I could show you exactly what happened and apologize."
"You're saying that you felt guilty for touching my butt, so you did it
again with the video running? So you could show me? You felt guilty, so
you did it again?"
"Yeah, the logic is a bit lacking there. At the time it kinda made sense.
I can show you the video at home if you want, and you can delete it. It's
not on my phone anymore, just on my computer. Again, feel really bad that
I did that and you have my word that I won't do it again."
"But you didn't touch any more of my private parts."
"Of course not! I was very careful about it." A few moments of silence. We
were almost at the front of the line. "So, do you forgive me?"
"Yeah. I forgive you. But please, I don't want you doing it again, even if
I'm unconscious. My private parts are off limits."
"Right. I promise."
Our turn came. We asked the hostess for a table for four. She said there'd
be about a seven to ten minute wait, and asked for our name. Then she
looked at my feet and said, "We don't allow people who are barefoot into
our restaurant - even cute little girls like yourself!"
I glared at my brother. What was I going to do?
"Please reserve the table for us. We'll go get her sandals, and be back by
the time you call us," my brother said.
"Okay, but hurry. You see how busy we are today. If I call your name and
you're not here, we'll give the table to someone else."
We quickly jogged to the other side of the mall, to where the theatre was.
Of course, there was a long line for the box office, but we went right to
the usher and asked if they had a lost-and-found, explaining our
predicament. He was new there, and wasn't sure if or where they had such a
thing. And then I saw our 'friend', the guy from the day before. I called
his name, and he saw us and waved us inside. When we got close to him, he
patted me on the top of my head and asked ow we were, remembering to call
me 'Jasmine'.
I explained to him about my problem, and asked if maybe someone found the
sandals.
"I can check," he said. "But I don't think so. Come with me." He put his
hand on my shoulder as he led me down the corridor towards the offices.
Roger followed close behind. He looked. And he asked some of the other
workers. And he had someone take a flashlight and go check the theatre,
exactly where I said I'd left them. But they couldn't be found. "Sorry,"
he said, looking quite sad.
"I'll just go home, then," I said to Roger. "Mom will be mad, but you can
just tell her the truth, that they wouldn't let me in."
"That's silly," Rick, the ticket guy said. "This is a mall. Surely we can
find you new shoes or sandals."
"Thanks anyway," Roger said, embarrassed to tell him that we didn't have
enough money on us for that. "We'll figure something out."
"Aren't you uncomfortable walking around without shoes?" Rick asked me.
"No, it doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I kind of prefer it."
"Your feet must be really dirty, then," he said. But I showed him the
bottom of my feet. Slightly dusty, but a quick brush of the hand had them
perfectly clean. I had discovered this to be part of my 'super powers' -
indeed my entire skin, including my feet, were quite self-cleaning.
"Okay, well, let me make a call to the Pizza Hut. Who's the hostess on
duty. Is it Sandy? The one with the brown hair? She owes me a favour.
Maybe I can talk her into looking the other way."
"Yeah, it's Sandy," Roger said.
Rick picked up the phone, spoke, and then put it back down. "You're in
luck. She's going to look the other way - just this one time. As a favour
to me. But she said you should hurry because they're about to call your
table. I told her to hold it for you, and you'd be right there."
"Thanks so much!" my brother and I both exclaimed.
"It's no problem - just thank me with a hug and a kiss, like last time,"
Rick said, holding his arms open. I blushed, but did as he said so that we
could get out of there quickly - I gave him a quick hug around the neck,
and a very quick peck of a kiss on his cheek. He told us that he hoped
he'd see us again, soon. And we speed-walked out of the theatre complex
back into the mall.
Liesl
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