Missing Pieces Part 8 Final
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So what do you think of a guy who has been divorced twice and is only
twenty five years old. Two time loser? Unlucky? Sitting with a bottle of
some fruity fortified alcoholic drink in one hand, I contemplated that
very question while reading over the final divorce papers for my second
marriage I held in the other.
How this marriage ended didn't come as a terrible surprise, not really,
well at least I can tell myself that now. Lori and I met at a baseball
game. As we both disliked baseball, dragged to a game because of work,
we seemed to have something in common. Sometime during the fourth inning
we snuck out and instead had a nice dinner. Was hating a particular
sport an appropriate building block for a relationship? Lori seemed to
think so.
Eight months later we were married. A rather small affair, although
neither of my wedding ceremonies had been large but the marriages
themselves lasted about as long. Although I'm sure my first marriage
counted in the grand scheme of things, it had been a mistake from the
very beginning. Two stupid children who thought, at least on my part,
that they were in love. It ended when I found out that my wife had also
been loving one of her college professors.
Looking back I'm not sure if my marriage to Lori had been any wiser. We
enjoyed our time together well enough but our lives always seemed to be
going in opposite directions. I wanted children; she thought children
were no better than animals. Lori wanted to move to a larger city, I was
quite happy with living near a smaller one.
When promoted to be the assistant VP of Marketing for the Pacific Coast
region, Lori didn't give our marriage a second thought. She didn't even
bother to ask me if I wanted to join her. At that point, I knew our
marriage had come to an end.
After coming home from work and finding the papers in my mailbox, I
decided to get a good drunk on. Seemed like the thing to do, really.
Deciding not to waste the good stuff, I headed off to the local
convenience store returning with several bottles of an interesting drink
called Mustang Red; lovely stuff, tasted like cough medicine.
About half a bottle later, the decision not to drink the good stuff,
like my marriages, seemed to be a bad idea. Heading towards my liquor
cabinet, the doorbell stopped me. For some reason I knew exactly who
stood on the other side of the front door, I wasn't wrong.
Kaylee took one look at me and frowned. "You're drunk."
Grabbing the bottle out of my hand, she glanced at the divorce papers
for a moment before gathering all of the other bottles and dumping their
contents into the kitchen sink.
"Hey, I paid good money for those."
"What? Like two dollars a bottle."
I grinned sheepishly. "Something like that."
As Kaylee just happened to be my best friend, it came as no surprised
that she knew something had happened to me. She always seemed to know,
somehow.
We first met in kindergarten. She had just laid two older boys out, flat
on their backs that had been picking on the new kid, which happened to
be me. I have often been told she has a mean right cross.
Around the fifth grade, at the age when one really begins to notice the
difference between girls and boys, I asked her to a school dance.
Somewhere in my little preadolescent head, I thought that perhaps later
there would be more to our relationship but it never happened.
Several years passed she off handedly commented, while we were admiring
the pretty people on the beach, that she only liked girls. Who knew that
she had also been admiring the same scantily clad bodies that I had
been?
Now I should have been devastated at by that admission, but I took it in
stride. In fact, I had a sneaking suspicion already. Kaylee had
confessed to me earlier that back in Kindergarten she actually thought I
was a girl. So, I was small for my age. That changed when I hit
fourteen, but my love for Kaylee didn't.
Did I have any other choice? She had always been there for me, and I
would always be there for her. So did that change our relationship? My
long term plans needed a little adjusting perhaps, but at the core, she
would always be my best friend.
When my first marriage ended, Kaylee showed up, to comfort me. So, at
the end of my second marriage I expected no less.
Closing my eyes, I took a seat on the couch and enjoyed the buzz.
"Are you OK?" Now sitting across from me, Kaylee looked concerned.
"Sorry, but I didn't want you to hurt yourself."
"Define OK. Anyway, that's why I was drinking at home, alone."
I don't think she got the hint.
"Anyway, it's not like I could get into a car accident on the way to my
bedroom. How bad could it have been?"
"Drinking that stuff, alcohol poisoning most likely. " Kaylee had never
been impressed with people who drunk in excess.
I raised my hands in surrender. "Fine, I get it; I am not allowed to
wallow in self-pity."
Kaylee climbed over the coffee table, and hugged me, resting her head on
my shoulder for a moment. It felt good, we always connected, a shame
really.
"No, you're allowed to do that, however I need you to be sober. I have
an important question for you."
Shifting in my seat, wishing she would continue the hug, I raised an
eyebrow. "Couldn't have waited until tomorrow huh? Ok, so what's up?"
"I need you to be my date for Valentine's Day, specifically for the
dance after the fund-raiser."
For years, the LGBT community held its annual fund-raiser in a small
hotel on the outskirts of town. Since becoming chairperson, Kaylee
decided to move it into the heart of the city.
Along with her longtime girlfriend Meredith, Kaylee convinced other
business leaders to help with the event. Working hard throughout the
year, the two managed to finally take over all of the ballrooms in one
of the larger hotels in the city.
Overjoyed at her accomplishment, Kaylee had wanted to share that success
with her girlfriend. She even went as far as to speak to me about
wanting to make their relationship something more permanent, that was
until Meredith moved back home. As much as I wanted to be there for
Kaylee, there was only one answer to that question.
"No."
Did I mention that the after party dance just happened to be a girl's
only affair? Guys were welcomed, providing they were appropriately
dressed. Not that I had a problem with guys dressing up as women, some
of the best people I know were cross-dressers who worked for Kaylee. It
just didn't happen to be my thing.
"Eric..."
"Kaylee, I would look silly in a dress."
My best friend looked at me for a second then giggled. "True, although I
think that we could make you presentable enough. Would you go with me if
you were a girl?"
I rubbed my face for a moment; perhaps I had drunk too much. "If you're
trying to confuse me your doing as great job; what do you mean if I were
a girl? Speaking with your friend Teresa, I know transitioning does take
some time and even then...no thanks."
"No." She looked nervous as she reached into her bag, placing a fist
size grey stone with gold lettering on the coffee table.
I stared at the rock for a moment before laughing. "Why of course,
magic; how silly of me."
Kaylee and her mother owned several what would be called New Age stores
around the state. I didn't believe in any of it of course, although from
what I had seen, there appeared to be good money in all of that hocus
pocus. Standing up, I started to walk away, thinking I need to find my
good bottle of Calvados when Kaylee dragged me back to the couch.
"Yes, magic."
"So, you're telling me that you're some sort of Witch, right?"
Kaylee let out a long breath then looked right into my eyes. "Yes but I
don't call myself that. If you need a name you can call us
Practitioners. Simply put, I have a gift."
"You mean like being able to snap your toes as if they were your
fingers."
Didn't seem right, Kaylee had magic and all I could do was snap my toes.
Not that I actually believed she had any magical ability.
"So, why don't you just wiggle your nose, or wave your wand? What's up
with the rock?"
"I can see that you're skeptical."
"You think?" I laughed; starting to stand up again, Kaylee dragged me
back down. "OK, fine. Let us say I believe you, which I don't. Why don't
you just wave you hand and turn me into a girl?"
Actually, for some reason I really wanted to know what was up with the
rock.
"Magic doesn't really work that way, normally we cannot change big
things. And even then, it takes the entire Circle to perform such magic.
Plus, considering how much energy it can take, a spell such as this one
can only be performed once every decade or so."
"I see, so you can't make yourself wealthy by wishing for a pile of
gold."
"Not really, we make little changes, influence outcomes for the
betterment of our lives and for the lives of others."
"So that's why you didn't cast a spell on Meredith to make her love you
and stay."
Kaylee smiled sadly. "No, we are not allowed to interfere with matters
of the heart. Such things never work out well anyway, usually coming
back at us three fold."
"Rules of three." Being well read, I have heard of such things before
but then again, Kaylee had read the same books. "So your Coven..."
"Circle."
"Sorry, your Circle has placed a spell on that rock to turn me into a
girl."
"Yes."
Sitting back, I didn't really know what to believe. Sure, there were
stranger things in heaven and earth, but did I really believe that my
best friend could cast magic?
"I thought all Witches were Wiccans or something." I knew Kaylee still
attended one of the more reform churches in the area.
"My Circle doesn't require you to be a member of any one religion or
sect. Our group happens to be one of the more diverse Circles in the
region, actually."
"There is more than one group, of course there is. So I assume that all
of you practitioners use magic to keep us Muggles from finding out your
powers?"
Kaylee smiled, I really did love her smile. "Something like that. Now,
before we go any further I don't want you to think that it's permanent.
The spell will only last until the sunrise after the party."
"Sort of like Cinderella. Ok, so, if I'm a girl it's only going to be
for about a week right?"
Frowning she nodded, did I actually see hope in her eyes as well.
"So let's say this is all real and you turn me into a girl. Won't that
interfere with other aspects of my life? I do have a business to run you
know. The party isn't until this weekend right; unless of course, the
rock isn't going to be used until Friday?"
"No, don't worry; the magic will take care of that. And yes, we could
wait until Friday but I thought being a girl for a week wouldn't be too
bad."
"If you say so, as long as it's not permanent, I would love to go to the
dance with you."
Something told me that she might be telling me the truth. If Kaylee had
been the type of person to play practical jokes, I would believe her
less. However, she had taken her last break up awfully hard. Truth be
told, I loved her, would always love her and if this gave Kaylee a
little bit of happiness, I was game.
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