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The Platinum Chef: A Tale of Delacroix by Chefness Author's Note. I do not own the setting of Delacroix, Delacroix High, Delacroix Blue Devils. Nor do I own the Characters Faye, Lust, and Nick. I would like to thank Red_Elise and Amy K. for allowing me to use this setting and these characters. Ch. 1 Some people learn the hard way. They either live their lives in such reckless pursuit of pleasure, that they never take responsibility for themselves. Yet others deny most of the pleasures that come with being human. Few get to see the other way without their thinking ruined by the path they've chosen. Sometimes a middle road opens up. Sometimes, things are so get far out of control that the only way to survive is to ride the wave. His name was Robb Pointe. Well, actually Robert, then Rob. Then, after he got with Melanie, it was Robb. She said it sounded cooler. His sister disagreed. His mother downright hated it. But he'd had a rebellious streak instilled deep in him since his father; Jeff had died of a particularly aggressive cancer just shy of Robb's 11th birthday. Before that, Robb's life belonged to what seemed a typical family. Saturday afternoon movies with his dad, watching Buckaroo Banzai drive through the mountain. His dad, passing him a root beer while he drank his Michelob. Sylvia, his mother laughing at something that happened in one of his stories, baking cookies, or watched him playing with Kimster. Riding their bikes together, Robb's lack of friends kind of forced a bond between the two. There was an unspoken trust that existed. They wrestled together, with her never getting out of the dreaded 'spider' hold. She was always a little tomboyish. She would pretend her Barbies were soldiers just so he would play with her. Robb even sat with her as Darth Vader and G.I. Joe had high tea with Barbie and Skipper. It was a relationship that could have belonged on a sitcom. Then his Dad died. His mother became distant, backing away from the world she knew, it was some time before she could live again. Robb had retreated into his room, into a world of Wizards, heroes, and online communication. It seemed his mother didn't have much to say, unless she was prodding him or yelling. Their relationship deteriorating, the worlds they moved in occupying different galaxies, let alone different orbits. His dad had been his best, and only male friend. The rug that tied the room together. Robb was one of those guys in high school. Due to his unusual personality, he was definitely a victim of Wallflower Syndrome. He was not at the absolute bottom of the totem pole, definitely not popular. Certainly in the lower third. That fear of rejection always naggling at him, preventing any kind of social action. He was an unabashed geek, his young mind filled with movies, science, comics, his short study of martial arts. He wasn't great at anything. Well, his stories always got 'A's. Book reports and research papers, no problem Then there was Melanie. By all accounts, she had gotten him out of his rut. He stopped moping around his room. She seemed annoyed by Kim, who wanted nothing more than to be her best friend's friend. They had met while waiting at the bus stop. All he knew about her was that she was new and had a very edgy look. All curves and revealing clothes, with multiple piercings and tattoos; He lost count of the colors in her hair. He remembered hearing in a movie once that 'you only need to be bold for twenty seconds. Fuck it, what's the worst that could happen? :20 "Hi, I'm Robert. I just wanted to say hi and welcome to Delacroix She's gonna tell me to get lost. :17 She smiled. "You're the first person to talk to me, I've been here for three months, and everyone has avoided me." :11 "Hey, like your earrings." Okay: Threat detected: Missile inbound :09 "Oh, She said." Touching her ear. "Etsy. Some of that handmade stuff is really... Oh I'm so fuckin' scattered." :03 "I'm Melanie." She offered her hand. :01 "You wanna go get a coffee after school." Alright, this is where it all falls apart. "Sure, but. I don't go to school. I..I.. dropped out." She brightened as she looked at him. "We could still go. Wanna play hooky?" Melanie said behind a grin both beautiful and sinister. "Sure," Robert said nervously, instantly. He'd never done that before. As long as he didn't make a habit of it, Besides, a girl like this was unlikely to say 'yes' again. They had a good time. He let her do most of the talking. Mostly about her being emancipated, and how hard it was to keep herself together. He was half listening. At that moment, he was the luckiest guy in the world. As he months went by, he spent more time with her. His grades began to drop. And drop. He'd stayed with Mel, despite all her warnings. Sylvia hated the way she led him by the nose. Everything she said or did was gold, Robb wouldn't even allow them to question what they were doing. The end came when finally he'd dropped out of high school, with one semester to go (her idea). Then he started wearing more black, He had shaved his head, and after a couple of false starts, grew a goatee (all her idea). Then came the drugs. He felt funny about doing them at first. It started lightly with pot and coke, graduated to pills and ecstasy. He became more comfortable with repeated doses. The new things in his life completely crowding out the old. The thoughts he had of writing and going to college drifting away in the clouds of smoke, replaced by Melanie's embrace. Knowing that he wasn't was alone the greatest balm in all of Gilead. His interest in comic books and science fiction novels began to wane. The relationship with his sister, while once close and tight. had taken a darker turn. Him alienating her, and some dark secret forcing her to retreat into the black pit of tween girl angst. Kim started fighting, the nice girl she had been slowly fading away. Jeans replacing skirts, My Chemical Romance mostyl replacing Katy Perry. Sylvia's relationship with her children was fracturing more and more. Sylvia finally kicked him out, after a Thanksgiving meltdown. He'd screamed at everyone, defending Melanie. He wasn't high, which everyone believed in retrospect. But he'd felt justified. They were marginalizing her, again, the way they always did. He'd had enough of the way they treated her. He loved her, couldn't they see that? What bothered him the most what was what he had said on the way out: "I fucking hate you all." Twelve year old Kim was crying as he walked out the door, slamming the screen door behind him. The last thing he saw before leaving was his sister, mother, and aunt staring after him and Melanie. The picture of them never faded, no matter how much he tried. Kim looked like she just lost her father... again. He'd moved into her small apartment, did odd jobs at first. He thought that there was a way he could get a job, start writing that book, give them both a shot at a normal life. Getting high started to occupy more and more of his time, to the exclusion of anything else. After a couple of years of dead end jobs he couldn't hold. Melanie took charge. Do a couple smash and grabs a month, everything's covered. He didn't mind that he was doing wrong. They weren't carrying guns, they weren't going to hurt anyone. Everything would be just fine... ...as long as he had Mel. ...three years later Blood. It was running down his side. Making the denim feel slick to the touch. "Robb." Melanie gasped as she helped him in to the bathtub, dripping blood in a wavering line of splotches on the grubby, ash-stained carpet. It should have been simple. Get in, hit the register, grab the cash, and run. Stupid old guy had a pistol under the till. He never heard it. The bullet punched through both sides of his abdomen. No vitals hit, but the bleeding wouldn't stop. All the clothes from the back of the stolen car couldn't mop it up as fast as it was flowing out. They ditched the car, he was moving the two blocks to their place on autopilot. One foot in front of the other. So much blood. He remembered his mom. .. ...his sister, Kim. His mother smelled the wrong on Mel right away. He saw that now. He could feel the drugs in his system draining away with his blood. Black edges began creeping into his vision. He wasn't gonna make it. He wasn't gonna make up with his mother... ...or his sister. Christ! That bothered him. Kimster, I'm sorry. "... s-scared." Robb said, shivering. "... cold. Give me a cigarette, Mel." Melanie shook out one of the Camels out of her pack, lit it, then put it in Robb's lips. He inhaled, wincing. "Should have gone to the snow, like I wanted to do..." He laughed, Fighting off a painful cough. Melanie lit a joint, puffed it to life. Robb expertly juggled the two in his one good hand, the one that wasn't clamped down on the wound. She took the joint back, pausing to see it was coated with blood before setting it in the ashtray. "Oh, Robb," Melanie said through her white face. "There's so much blood. I don't know how to help you." She wanted to touch him, but was afraid of getting his blood on her. "Take some of the cash," he wheezed. "Go to the Rite Aid and get some bandages. I'll be okay for a while." Melanie kissed him. "Okay," she said, trying to hold back the tears. "Go, I'll be alright. Bending over a mirror, Melanie inhaled one of the pre cut lines of cocaine from the mirror. She pinched her nostrils together and inhaled, tilted her head back... ... and headed out the door, crying. Robb began to wonder how he ever got into this mess. Every bad decision he'd ever made began to play out before him, reflected in the pooling blood. When he told Mel to go to the store, he knew it would be over before she got back. The cigarette slipped from his fingers, hissing as blood wicked into the leftover paper. He saw and felt the dark edges around his vision. He was cold and tired... So very tired. He could feel himself drifting off into sweet, sweet sleep. A gong rang out with a piercing "CLANG", pure sound rocking him to his core, cutting through the pain. A figure stood before him, jerking Robb into alertness. She was...blonde, cute. Swirling robes of white, whispered promises of perfection underneath, even as she moved toward him with inhuman grace. "My, my. You have gotten yourself into a pickle, haven't you?" She looked at the cigarette butt."Not exactly the healthy, are we?" She glanced at the mirror, spying the cocaine. "Feeling good is important, but why that way? The joy of others ought to be enough. The happiness of all creates the happiness of the one, which strengthens the happiness of the all. "Who... wwhaaa." Robb shivered. Lucidity gradually overtaking him. "SHHH." She started making gestures with her hands, all the while staring into his eyes. Such a perfect diamond blue... swallowing up his entire field of vision. Her smooth, contralto voice sucked all the air and sound from his senses. "You have a good soul. Granted it's buried pretty deep. Don't know how that happened, but it's not important. What is important is that things are starting to unfold, and unfortunately you won't quite understand it, yet. You are going to help me. "Or you could die. I mean, it's up to you, but..." "I don't wanna die," Robb whimpered, eyes darting. "Please," he pleaded."Help me. I..." The Woman smiled," You're safe, not to worry. When you wake up, things will be a little different. Don't question it. Just remember: you're getting another chance..." Don't waste it. The voice said into his soul as the darkness crept all the way to the middle of his vision and sleep came. Content, restful sleep. ******* Melanie came back from the store, clutching the package of bandages under her arm. "Robb," she called, flinging the door closed as she rushed to the bathroom. "Robb?" Panic rose in her voice. "Robb?" "In here," a voice said weakly. A feminine voice. Oh, no, who'd he tell? Coming around the corner, She got nervous upon seeing the empty bathtub, a thin coat of blood showing pink ran in rivulets down toward the drain. Mel saw a young woman with platinum blonde hair and a model's body. Not a trace of Robb, just this woman. Wearing Robb's clothes, with the same bullet holes in the side of the plain blue t shirt he'd been wearing. With a large amount of blood in the same places that Robb's wounds were. Wait, that can't be right. She stood there, ran her hands over her side, where he had been shot. The clothes, Robb's clothes clung to the curves of her body. There was blood in her shiny hair and around her big, diamond blue eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" Melanie rasped, cocking hr fist "It's me, Robb, I..." Their eyes met, level for the first time. "I passed out, and then my clothes didn't fit...and then... and then" He started to move his head around the room, settling on a mirror. He hesitate, staring at an alien shape. Breasts? Robb began tearing at his shirt, ripping from where the bullets had torn the fabric. His gunshot wounds had vanished. He looked back to the mirror as time stopped. Beside the blood and baggy clothes, what he saw in his reflection appeared to be a normal blonde young woman. Her arms and legs were slender, delicate. Her eyes wide and deep, a perfect diamond blue. The skin flawless, from her tiny, pointed nose to the dainty tips of her fingers and toes. Her breasts and hips curved out almost stereotypically. Blonde, almost white hair shined in the light. His eyes widened, making his reflection seem more seductive. He brought his hands up to his breasts, accidentally brushing a nipple with his thumb, Hands shot down to his groin... nothing. He recoiled in abject horror face screwed up, tears and sobs following each other like thunder and lightning. "That's not me," Robb whispered, his voice sounding different, higher. He covered his mouth instantly. WHACK. Melanie's fist crashed into the side of Robb's head, knocking him over. He began to cry. "It's me. It's Robb. Stop. Stop hitting me." Too many things were happening. "Bullshit. You can't be Robb..." Melanie cocked her hand back for another swing. "No. No, it's me. I swear." This girl shivered on the floor. Stammering as she curled herself into a ball. "Remember that time we stole that car, drove it all the way out to Loveland? And I left the weed at home?" She was talking faster, her voice going up an octave. Melanie kept advancing. "Or when we ripped Felipe off for that 8 ball of coke. And we traded some of it for that shitty ecstasy. It made you fall asleep." Melanie stopped moving. There was that time..." She shuddered, a shaky voice coming between sobs "...you wanted to have a 3 way with that crazy girl who thought..." Tears mixed with crusty blood that she wiped away with the back of her dainty hand. Red and brown smeared into patterns that made her skin only appear more exotic. "Or that joint you hid in that hidden spot in my dresser..." The joint in his dresser? Why would he tell anyone that? Melanie's eyes widened. Seeing the truth of it. "Robb? This is bullshit. This... this just doesn't happen." "What am I gonna do," Robb whimpered. His life, his identity, gone in an instant. "I'm happy to be breathing." He staggered over, hugging Melanie. "I'm alive, Mel." She squirmed in Robb's embrace. Then broke away when Robb tried to kiss her. She didn't mind girls, wouldn't be the first time. But, this was too sudden. "Whoa!" Melanie said. "I'm... I'm not ready for this. Is there any of that weed left? The beer? I need to get blazed." Melanie made her way to the kitchen, retrieving two beers out of the dirty refrigerator. Popped the tops and gave one to Robb. They drank in silence, as Robb felt the beer going to his head a little faster than he'd expected. Come to think of it, he coughed a lot when they'd been doing bong hits. He hadn't felt anything so harsh in his whole life. Must be really good weed, he mused, feeling the dulling that came with getting stoned. Later, after hours of trying to puzzle out how Robb somehow became Playboy's all- American girl, and after the alcohol and drugs took their toll. Robb drifted off to sleep. Melanie stared at him, shocked. "What a cheap date," Melanie lamented, swigging her third beer. Cheap date... huh? She had an idea... Chapter 2 "Wake up, sleepyhead." Robb came to, and... Oh, My God. The world is way too loud. The throbbing and churning of his stomach forced him to move, he quickly got up, and ran the two steps to the bathroom. And puked. Puked everything he ever ate, his mother ever ate, his grandmother. Was that a dinosaur bone?? He'd heard about hangovers, even had the general feeling like shit morning. But, nothing like this? He retched again. And again. After what seemed like an eternity. Robb was finally able to stop hemorrhaging stomach acid. Running his hands over his face, he brought his hands around, something silky caught in his hand. As his vision cleared, he saw in his hand what looked like... Shiny blond ha... Wait a minute. He probably looked like he was having an epileptic seizure, throwing his body around as he tried to wake up from the bad dream that wouldn't stop as his hands caressed unfamiliar breasts, shooting down into his pants. His gaze locking on the mirror... His diamond blue eyes looked big enough to drink in the world. The platinum blond hair fell messily around his striking face. His lips pouty, teeth perfect. He gasped. "It's real," Robb wailed, bringing his hands to his cheeks, smooth skin. Tears misting his eyes. "It's real!" Racking sobs came to him, his knees buckled. He felt a couple of vertebrae connect with the paneled wall. Melanie came up awkwardly and knelt beside Robb. She put her hand on him, he didn't seem to notice "It's okay," Melanie said, her eyes gleaming and red tinged from the pot. "This is a big improvement over dead." Robb had to agree. He may not have understood what had transpired, but it was obvious to him that he had to deal with it. Melanie tried to hand Robb the bong. " Nah, too early." The fear really being that any more coughing would start a new fit of vomiting. The world spun while standing still. He rose to his feet uneasily. The tears started again, and they just wouldn't stop. He collapsed in Melanie's arms. She tried to jerk away at first, then just let it happen. She closed her eyes and pretended it was the same Robb. "What are we gonna do?" Robb whimpered, his breasts squeezing against Melanie's. They stood there for a while, long enough for Robb to run out of tears. "You feeling better?" Melanie held Robb at arm's length. Robb looked down. "I guess." He ran a hand through his hair and held it there. "Here." Melanie threw him a scrunchie. "What's this for?" he asked. "Your hair, dipshit. Ponytail." Melanie pointed to her own hair. "Oh, yeah. Not used to this," he said, gathering up the shiny mass. Haven't had hair in a while...." "Hey," Melanie said, snapping her fingers, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling. "You're gonna need some kind of ID.... I guess we can call Frank for that... Clothes. We're gonna have to do something about that, too. We need to figure out your measurements. It looks like oversized t shirts until we can figure that out." She poured coffee into two cups, handed the pack of Camel's to Robb. He lit one, inhaled deeply... It tasted terrible, never tasted like that before, not unless he was sick. He grimaced, His head swimming and throat burning as the nicotine did it's familiar work. He swirled black coffee in his mouth to chase away the taste of the cigarette. Oh, God, that's almost worse. Melanie looked at him, confused. "Is this different coffee? I dunno. It tastes..." Robb looked in the bottom of the cup. "Bitter." "You take it black. Always have." Melanie looked puzzled. Robb also thought it strange. His father had taken it black as well. There was a hundred trillion things wrong with this....... ...this second chance. Second chance? I guess, why does that seem so familiar? What else had changed? What else could? Suddenly sporting chesticles and getting shorter... How much more could possibly happen? Oh, shit. Robb thought. I asked. Do I want to know the answer? His head was a maelstrom. Too many things, too many things. "Sorry, just don't feel like myself and..." Robb looked up, smiled and they both dissolved into laughter. Robb's laughter sounded tinged with nervousness. A slight pain in his abdomen, a dull ache that ebbed and flowed. "You don't even have to try to be a smartass, do you?" Melanie smiled. Robb scrunched up his face. Melanie laughed. "Well, I've been thinking. No more robbing shit. There are easier ways to make money." "I couldn't agree with you more. I don't want to ever get shot again." He sniffed back tears again, while chuckling. "In fact, I...I." He looked down at his breasts. "What am I gonna do?" Realization again. "I'm a girl..." "Yes, you certainly are. And do you know what that means? Remember how nervous you were when you first talked to me?" He did. Forget butterflies. There was Mothra, Godzilla, Rodan, Ghidorah Battling for supremacy of Monster Island in his stomach. He felt so nervous. "And you know how most guys like girl on girl, riiiight?" "So you want me to be gay?" Robb asked shocked. "I object, your honor. I submit that it would be more gay to have a penis involved?" Melanie cocked an eyebrow and looked at him sideways. "I.."Robb started. He slumped his shoulders. "I don't know. Hadn't thought about sex, seems kind of unimportant." "Well, Don't worry your pretty little head about it." She grinned devilishly. "You might even like it more," Mel cooed, running a hand down his arm. Melanie had it all figured out. Webcams. A show or two alone could net them quite a bit. She'd been checking. Ok, So Robb was a girl. Makes everything different. How did that happen? That thought was chased away by the thought of the money. Moving from one score to the next, this seemed like a good idea. How did it happen? Who cares? A little girl on girl with Robb... They could start lightly. There would be a lot of money in this. She looked at Robb, seeing the feminine creature that used to be her boyfriend. She was beautiful, no doubt about that. Blond hair, blue eyes. It came to her. But she would need some things first. She started making a list, she just hoped this whole idea of hers would work. There was a lot to do. But, it could be done quickly with Robb's help. Melanie would make sure to get his help in any way she could. Three hours later Robb felt something wrong, a wetness that reminded him of when he'd been shot, on top of the stomach pains he had earlier. Fearing that the wound had somehow returned, he bolted for the bathroom. Hooking his thumbs into the badly fitting jeans, he sent them to the floor in a jumble. They landed next to the sink. There was a wet, red smear running down his left leg. Blood. An inhuman shriek emerged from his throat. A lot of blood. He started probing, adrenaline flooding his system, his hands slipping in the blood, hoping to find the wound. He couldn't feel any pain anywhere. Melanie practically kicked the door open. "What what? What's wrong why are you screaming?" His terrified face, paler than usual pleaded for help. The blood was, to Robb, gushing. There seemed to be no end. Thoughts chased each other like a high speed Ouroboros. "I don't know," he hyperventilated. "I don't know what's... I don't know" shock creeping into his voice with each repititon, driving his voice upwards a couple of octaves. Melanie knew what was going on. Trying not to laugh, she bent over him. Placing her hands on his shoulders. "Robb, it's okay." "No," breathing hard. "I'm gonna bleed to..." "Robb," she said louder. "It's okay. I know what's wrong." "What... what." Breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're having your period." Melanie laughed. As if a switch had been flipped, the hyperventilation stopped, replaced by peals of girlish, infectious laughter. Wiping tears from his eyes, Robb saw the humor in this, abstractly. As well as a painful reminder of things lost. He spent the rest of the day running back and forth to the bathroom. Melanie had to show him how to use the accoutrements. Robb refused to call them maxipads, Melanie reminded him that he would need to change them every so often. He absolutely refused tampons. Like one would refuse infection with the Ebola virus. "Uh-uh. I'm not sticking anything in there," he said, the slight bulge of the pad reminding him of the bulge that was there only yesterday. While he was irritated, he also felt weak and annoyed. "Hey, you might like it," Melanie said. "Do you?" Robb asked. his anger giving way to helplessness. "I don't seem to recall you acting like one of those commercials you thought were hilarious." Melanie frowned. "Any other symptoms? Cramping?" Robb nodded. Melanie went to the pill stash and fished out a vicodin. "Here. This'll help." It did, about a half an hour later the squirming of his insides started to settle. With everything that happened. There was far too many little things he was going to have to get used to. Getting to the next score was hard enough. And now, there was even more things to worry about. Everything was so complicated. He was bitchy, and that's what bothered him the most. Guys aren't supposed to be bitchy, godammit. He was irritated. He was scared. And, even though Melanie was there... He felt alone. ******** CLANG! There it was again. That clear, pure sound "Oh, you're back," said the blonde from the ... dream?... "YOU!" Robb said, recognizing the face and eyes. After all, they mirrored his own. "You've got some explaining to do, what the..." She held up her hands. "Calm down. I just try to provide balance in the universe. Some things are going to be way over your head at first, but you'll get the hang of it. There are those who suck the energy out of the universe. I try to put it back, in whatever way I can. You are to be my Advocate." "Advocate? And I have to be..." he gestured to his body. "You? Look, I mean I'm grateful. I was gonna die." "But," Robb hefted a breast."I'm supposed to be male. How am I supposed to live like this?" "Hey, it took some energy to make that body. So, a little gratitude might be in order? I needed a giving soul, yours fit the bill. Soul like yours is usually female anyway. It does happen from time to time. As to how you are supposed to live? Much like you did. Breathing, eating. Being female isn't any more wrong than being male is. What is important is how you go forward from here. Would you make Robb's choices again? "Or would you do it better? I have to ask. How did such a giving soul like yours get into that predicament?" Robb felt heat rise in his face. He looked at his feet. "I was a good guy. D&D, video games and comic books. My dad died, school sucked. Then, Melanie. How do I see all this?...My head, it's so clear..." "That's because you're using all of your brain at the same time. It's easier after you do it first time. Usually people just die. Soon there will be a moment when it'll all come to you, but not yet," Justice said. "Tell me more about Melanie." "I was so surprised she wanted to be with me. She didn't have any friends, she seemed kind of aimless. I wanted to help her, instead I got high... a lot. I just stopped caring about what happened anymore. Yelled at my mother, my sister. Couldn't get a job. Started stealing." Tears began forming in Robb's eyes. "I didn't want to. But, I was so afraid of losing her. I remember thinking that."sniff... sniff." I could help her...and... and. Then we were robbing stores. Like 'no shit, this is a gun' robberies. Nobody was ever supposed to get hurt. I feel so...so." The sobs came, heavy, racking sobs, as all of his mistakes coalesced. The sadness and guilt he had harbored for three long years. "Well, that explains everything. Kind of like jumping off the bridge after someone, in the end, two fall."She stepped forward toward Robb. Embracing him. "It's okay. All will be forgiven. You're going to help the make the world a better place." Being held by this... epitome of womanhood seemed to complete him in a way that being with Melanie never did. Ever. He was reminded of his mother, his sister. "You won't remember our conversations here at first, which is kind of a shame. It'll get through. Slowly. You'll figure it out. You can fix your life, and help others along the way." "It's never simple is it?" "Nothing worth having ever is." As their embrace broke, Robb stood there wiping his eyes, he asked, "Who are you?" "Call me Justice." She smiled, two identical pairs of eyes locking. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it. It'll come to you," she said, clearly mocking Melanie. "We'll talk again. " * ************ The sound of the coffee pot gurgling, woke Robb. Melanie was standing by it. Smoking her first cigarette of the day. He felt great, despite having woken up about a day and a half ago as a male who got shot during a botched robbery. It still felt like his insides were in a vice. Yesterday, Melanie had to show him how to use all of those feminine products he never thought he'd have to worry about Coffee, cigarette. The thoughts were automatic. He pushed the hair out of his face "Good morning, sunshine. Still a girl, I see," Melanie said, throwing him a scrunchie. "Thanks," he said. It's strange how I keep being reminded, Robb thought as he poured coffee into a cup after shaking in some creamer and sugar "Yeah," Melanie said. "Look, I'm get hold of Frank. We're gonna have to get you some clothes, too. I don't know how much more of this weirdness I can stand. You seem to be handling the loss of your cock pretty well. How are you so calm." She lit the joint. Holding in the smoke tersely. She offered Robb the joint. He shook his hand at it negatively. Melanie shrugged and went in for a second toke. He moved his slender shoulders up and down. "But what good is freaking out gonna do? I mean 'Excuse me officer, I was shot during a robbery yesterday and now I'm a girl.' Is guaranteed to get me a room at the laughing academy." He caricatured a girl the way he always did. The way he had always imitated Melanie when they argued. Bending slightly over and widening his already wide eyes. It looked a lot less like a caricature, and more like a modeling shoot. and the delivery... He even did the duck face. The delivery was so perfect so... "Fuckin' Robb." Melanie said as she burst out laughing. It was a truism that if you talked to Robb for longer than a minute, you would say either that, or an equivalent. She laughed, the weed going right to her head. "I'm gonna go get some thrift store clothes and find Frank. Let's get you an identity. And what we gonna call you? Don't think 'Robb' is gonna do it." She giggled. "Robb. I guess 'Bobbie'. That's close enough, right?" "Hmmm. Bobbie." Melanie drew out the name for effect. She left. Great, Bobbie. He had a relative that had called him Bobby as a boy. How he hated that. 'Bobbie', looked around the place. God, what a mess. She picked up one thing. Which led to another, and another. Soon, the house was clean. He turned on the TV. Cooking Channel was on. Some woman was baking cookies. And it looked so... so... Simple. God, now he wanted cookies. Melanie was still gone. With no idea when she'd be back. Robb fired up the laptop and started looking up cookie recipes. He found one. He'd found all the necessary ingredients. Even had some chocolate chips left. Saving a handful for himself, Robb dumped the bag into the bowl. As the ingredients mixed, Robb could feel a calm, a quiet. A zen. Some twenty minutes later, there were cookies. Warm cookies, the chocolate inside still in its viscous deliciousness. Robb suddenly remembered rainy Saturdays as a child, when his Mom made cookies. His dad had still been alive then. He smiled, a happy, slightly less clouded memory in the jumbled confusion that had been his last two days. Melanie walked in the door that evening. She had two bags, one filled with thrift store clothes, that she hoped was at least a useable size and the other with burgers. She looked around the room. It was quite clean. Robb was asleep on the couch, a plate of cookies next to him. What the...? Melanie had never seen the place so clean. She dropped the packages and turned to the sleeping form on the couch. She gingerly eased the laptop away from him. And after setting the device down on the floor and sliding it under the couch. She pounced on Robb, startling him awake. Something she did from time to time, just to see his reaction. He reacted as if he was being waterboarded. "Hey, Robb, wassup?" "ummm, Hna way?" Robb was coming around, flailing his arms. "Got burgers," Melanie said, handing him one. Good, Robb thought, seeing the yellow paper.Louie's Burgers, definitely better than Pam's "Ooh, double burger," Robb said, that place that uses the white paper's burgers are... "Robb," Melanie said. "Bobbie...Geez, I'm gonna have to get used to that." "Could you still call me Robb? Please. At least while were alone." Robb said, still not used to the new sound of his voice. "I don't think I'm ready for that." He tore into the burger, shreds of lettuce hanging out of his mouth. He rolled his eyes skyward. The flavor was almost too much. Mayonnaise, ketchup, pickle relish... jalepeno.. "Khzlpno" Melanie looked at him funny. "Robb?" She swallowed, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. She opened her mouth and burped, loudly. Melanie burst out laughing, louder than the burp. "What?" Bobbie said, the lettuce still clinging to her lip. "Cute. Sexy, very ladylike." "Blow me." "Can't," Melanie said. "No penis." That deflated Bobbie as she took another, smaller bite of the burger. "Sorry. Robb," Melanie said. "You didn't have to remind me." Robb studied his burger, a pink smear of special sauce interrupting the green of the pickle."Jalepeno." Bobbie said quietly. "Huh?" "The ingredient I could never figure out? The one in the special sauce? Jalepeno." Robb said contemplatively. "Wuch wich arr doos ghags?" He said around a mouthful of burger, gesturing to the remaining bags. "Oh, just some things. I'm not gonna let you sit in the house like some animal. We've gotta get you ready to go out. But, we'll deal with that later." Melanie started unwrapping her burger. "How's Aunt Flo?" "Huh," Bobbie asked. "Aun.." "Your cycle, Robb," Melanie said, pointing at her groin Robb glared at her, as if practicing the head exploding trick from Scanners. She laughed. "What? You, on your period. From where I sit, it's hilarious." "I was forbidden to talk about that," Robb pointed out. "That's because you couldn't have one." Robb's eyes narrowed, he could see metal daggers flying through the air straight from his eyes to hers. "Fall on a porcupine. Not funny." The squeezing had subsided some, she had to admit "Better." "Okay." She snickered as she gave Robb another vicodin. Melanie set her burger down and went to the bags on the ground. She opened one and fished around inside. She came out with some panties. "I wasn't sure of your size, so just try stuff on till it fits." Robb reached inside the bag, Melanie insisted on him taking the whole bag. He closed the bathroom door behind her. After a few tries, he began to feel like Goldilocks. Which, after a look into the mirror drove that image home. Too big, too small... Just right. It felt wonderful as the fabric slid up his smooth legs. It reminded him of just after Melanie cut his hair. The skin of his scalp seemed oversensitive. His hands gripping at the sides of the garment, he pulled up... ...a little too hard. He gasped as the pull on his groin caused an intensely overwhelming wave of sensations. He bit his lip, so as not to lose control. He looked at the bras, after testing a few, he found one that felt like it would fit. He hooked it in the front, as he had seen Melanie do. Turned it around and fed his arms through the straps. When he looked for more clothes in the bag, all he found was more underwear. He grabbed the bag and opened the door. Melanie sat on the couch, lighting a cigarette. "Was there anything else? All that's in here..." Melanie got up and crossed the room. "Bobbie... I mean Robb." Melanie said, smiling. She putt her hand on Robb's wrist. "You're gorgeous." Robb smiled weakly. Everything was turned upside down, this was probably the best piece of news since everything happened. Melanie brought her hand up and touched his face. "I'm not sure how this all happened, but we've got to help each other... Hmmm. You're a bit shorter. You look like a teenager," Melanie said, realizing that she could now look Robb in the eyes. She put his height at around five foot six. Robb leveled his eyes at her, Melanie leaned in for a kiss. Their lips touched, tongues probing. Thank God. Bobbie thought. At least one thing hasn't changed. Melanie left early the next day. She said something about getting ready. Robb sat in an ill fitting (though not as bad as his 'Robb' clothes.) pair of low-rise jeans. She punched a hole in Robb's old belt, figuring that would do. And his old Go, Betty, Go t-shirt, which now hung almost to his knees. He tucked the shirt in after looking in the mirror. The shirt hanging to his knees looking a little too Playboy for his tastes At least the bleeding stopped, he thought. Thankful that was over. Until Melanie reminded him it would happen again in about four weeks. That tore it. Robb seethed. Here he sat in a body that wasn't his. With a voice that wasn't his. A life that wasn't his. What was his anymore? He jumped when he saw a mirror out of the corner of his eye, thinking someone was behind him. Only to realize that the blonde in the mirror was him. After Melanie shaved his head, he couldn't pass a mirror without looking for a second, as if to say "Oh, yeah. That's right. I got a haircut." But that was just hair, something that grew back. This was a whole body. He wondered when he'd get used to the reflection. He wanted everything to be normal again. He pulled the end of the ponytail and studied it. He thought of Gwen Stefani. Every gaze at his mirrored doppelganger made him feel more cut off from everything. Robb never really had any life plans, but 'Bobbie' was certainly never a part of it. He wanted to scream, but didn't know what good that would do. He also knew it would be a girly scream, while he wondered what that would sound like. NO! He thought of the 'scream queens' from the horror films he watched. Why did I think of that? He hadn't thought about any of that stuff since... ...Melanie. She didn't like movies as much as he did. Hell, nobody did. That might be something. He began searching the internet, like he used to. Movies, comics, it was like a homecoming. The joy of finding out that random tidbit of information. He'd nearly forgotten what he was like. Soon, it was like the old days. Parkour videos, some cat videos, his old gaming community. He was working through the tabs when Melanie came back. Looking up at the window, he saw it was evening. Time had just flown by. It was then that he noticed more bags. "More shopping?" Shopping always bored him stiff. Some band tees and ironic shirts, done. The thought of having to learn how to dress all over again disturbed him. "Oh, yeah. You know it," Melanie said, brandishing a cloth measuring tape. "Come here." "I don't like that look, you do remember that I know you, right. There must be some dark purpose you're workin' at," Robb said, trying and failing to sound ambivalent. She looked at him, pouted. "Just trying to help. C'mon."He got up and walked over to Melanie, reluctance showing in her steps. "Gotta get you measured. We've got to get you ready." "For what?" Bobbie asked, widening her eyes. Melanie smiled an evil smile."Tell you later, first things first. Let's get you measured. Arms up." Bobbie raised her arms as Melanie looped the tape around her breasts, her waist and her hips. "Let's see, 32-21- 33, about a 'c' cup... You should be pretty easy to shop for. I'm gonna take a shower. I'm gonna be a while." Bobbie sat down. Melanie began stripping her shirt off, her breasts lit from the side by the bathroom light. All of her tattoos were completely visible, even the tribal 'tramp stamp'. With that, she grabbed one of the bags she entered with and entered the shower. She looked at the bags strewn around the room. Bobbie contemplated a cigarette, decided against it, and went back to the laptop. It was over an hour later when Melanie had come out. She had dyed her hair. It was now obsidian black, and spiked around her face, like female anime demons often did. She had done her makeup, mostly blacks, greys, and other dark colors. Wearing a bustier and some very tall boots, Robb's jaw dropped. "Mel?" He felt a stirring he hadn't felt in days. "You like?" she purred. "Come here, 'Bobbie'" Melanie beckoned semi seductively. He went to her. Her use of Bobbie not even bothering him. She slid her arms around Robb's slender frame and caressed her. Touching lips, Bobbie inhaled sharply as her nipples rubbed along the inside of the t- shirt. It was a long, delicious moment, tiny explosions traced up and down Robb's skin in Melanie's Embrace. "C'mon, let's get you fixed up. Give me your shirt. Put this one on." Robb saw that Melanie had bought enough cosmetics to cover fashion week. We are going to have to ..." "What?" Robb said, Melanie surveying his face. "You need a look. I've got mine, and I've figured out yours." Robb sat in front of Melanie, his eyebrows were being tweezed and plucked. It hurt. A lot, every time she pulled back there was a sharp pain, followed by an itch. And, she did it again and again. How did women do this? I bet they just get used to it, he thought Then, there was the makeup. Eyeliner, eyebrow pencil, lipstick, foundation, powder, Robb kind of got lost in the process, retreating into his head. How did they do any of this? He remembered all the times in his life that his mom, or Melanie for that matter had said "That's what you're wearing?" It had been t shirts and jeans for as long as he could remember. Getting first hand experience about exactly why women needed so long in the bathroom, made him feel like kind of a dick. Getting ready had never been more than a twenty minute operation. But now, there was eyebrows, and makeup, and... Chapter 3 "Ow." Robb said, jerking his head back. "Oh, don't be such a..g" "If you say girl or sissy, I will beat you to death with that curling iron. He just didn't want to think about it. He was already looking forward to scrubbing this crap off. It was like his dad's funeral. He had to wear a suit and tie. From the moment he put it on, it had to come off. It felt like wearing another person, not just their clothes. Now he was wearing another person, and yet another person's clothes. Robb wondered how much of Robb would survive by the time this was all over. Oh, God. I must have like 60-65 years in this body. I'm. He saw a part of his face in the mirror. I'm in here for good, aren't I? Robb slumped "Hold still," Melanie said, moving the light. She moved back, studying her work. "There. You can look now." Robb looked at the clock. Two hours? Bobbie looked into the mirror. Where the brows were once flat and uniform, they had been thinned, arched slightly. It drew even more attention to her eyes. Making them seem more open. Her makeup had been done, tastefully. Her reflection practically screamed 'GOOD GIRL CHEERCOMING QUEEN'. "Gimme an 'A'," Robb said sarcastically. "Hmmm, cheerleader, we'll have to do that one. There, now that that's done, I can get started. Robb, Could you set up the webcam?" Robb looked puzzled. "Yeah." He said, cocking a sculpted eyebrow. He ran his slender finger over the mouse pad, activating the camera. Robb wondered what she was up to. She moved the laptop near the foot of the bed . Melanie opened the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out her vibrator. She leaned forward and repositioned the screen, clicked the mouse. Then, through the crotchless panties she was wearing, Melanie reached down, into the velvet. Her fingers probing, caressing, entering. Robb looked a little shocked at first. It wasn't the first time he'd seen this. But, it was the first time he'd seen recorded it. She was putting on a show, moving and writhing. Alternating the position of the vibrator, using it in various places, moaning and making faces, Melanie proudly let her voice be heard. And when the orgasm built to a crescendo, she turned and beckoned Bobbie over seductively. Melanie pulled her into the frame and forced their lips together, turning into a passionate kiss. After breaking contact, Melanie purred at the camera. "We take PayPal. Information Below. We're waiting." Then she waved, breaking the fourth wall. Clicking off the webcam, Melanie turned to Robb. Still short of breath and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Fuck, I need to rinse off. I shall return." Bobbie looked down at his vagina. In a small way he refused to think of it as his. Nearly every step or unfamiliar touch was like touching a live wire. He was just getting used to walking again. Bobbie went to the refrigerator, grabbed two of the remaining cookies and poured herself a glass of milk. Melanie came out in a robe, left untied at the front smoking a cigarette. "Okay. Here's the big plan." She sat across from Robb at the card table that doubled as their dining room. "Yeah, I was curious." Robb said. It was never good when she was secretive. It was also when she could be at her most devious. This wouldn't be the first time she talked me into doing something stupid, wouldn't even be the thousandth. "Look at you." 'Bad' Melanie said. "You look like an angel. So lilly white. "She pouted. "So, I'm gonna be the bad girl." She laughed. This is gonna be great. I bet we have like a thousand bucks by the end of the week. Do you know how much people pay to see this? And we can close down, move, do it again. No one will really be able to tell us what to do." "We'll be free." Robb wasn't feeling too sure about this, but there it was. Back to the 'one score to the next' thing. Granted, this was the best plan she had ever come up with. But, that still didn't make it a good one. He bit into the cookie, chasing it with milk. Melanie laughed. "Milk and cookies? Oh, they're gonna eat this up. I'm grabbing a beer." * *********** Melanie found Bobbie's costume online the next day. They were going for a 'sexy angel' thing, she had told him. They set up the website(If anything Robb's geekiness was finally coming in handy for something) , linked the paypal to Robb's old bank account... and waited for some money to roll in. Melanie was right, for once. "Never underestimate the power of porn." She said. The money came in pretty fast. With the one video alone, there were subscriptions coming in, and it had only been a day. Melanie decided that the next show would be live, and also recorded. The costume came the next day. Thanks, Amazon. Melanie insisted that Robb try it on. Robb truly did look like an angel. Lace gloves, a snug, one-piece garment clung to his body. There were stockings. Melanie clipped the wings and halo onto his back "Ready for your big debut?" Melanie said. Offering him one of the Ecstasy pills she got from one of the many contacts. He took the pill, swallowing it dry. Bobbie looked himself(herself) in the mirror. Melanie had done his makeup and hair. He did, truly look like an angel. The skin flawless, the makeup perfect. He was either the picture of feminine grace... Or Hugh Hefner's next wife. Bobbie thought. It had taken hours for them to be ready. He'd never really thought about it. But so much went into getting ready. Couldn't deny the result though. Robb lightly touched the ends of his hair. Definitely sexy, he thought. The world gaining a shine. Like that shine videogames use when they try to show you the future. What made him think of that? His body began to feel the pleasant tingle that was the mark of good ecstasy. The music came on. The throbbing baseline of VNV Nation's Believe vibrating his skin... Everywhere. The heat, the flush, the total surrender to the sound. Melanie cut through the reverie of sensation. Her voice fading into the beat. "Ready? "{to believe in something?} "Ready as I'll ever be." Robb said. Wondering how much more sensory overload he could stand. The throbbing was everywhere. It was good, so good, the tingling became...something in his groin. Robb hadn't 'used the equipment' yet, so he didn't know what to expect. Melanie thought it would make for a better show. Robb's nervousness was evident as Melanie looked at the camera. "Why choose Heaven or Hell, when you can have both?" And with that, Melanie began kissing Bobbie's neck. He felt warmth spreading through his cheeks. She pointed her toes, curling them downward. Warm moisture began oozing from his vagina. He knew it was his, now it wouldn't feel that way if it wasn't. The pleasure threatening to engulf him, he grabbed Melanie by the back of her hair and dove toward her. Melanie moved smoothly downward, trailing her tongue. The ecstasy and Melanie drowning out the world, threatening to drown out all existence Down. His chest was on fire as she flicked a nipple with her tongue, sending shockwaves down his abdomen. Down. Uhhh. The electricity he distinctly avoided swallowed him whole, fingers twitched, feet shook. She swung Melanie around to repay her in kind. His face buried in her crotch. The thrumming of the stereo adding a soundtrack and somehow editing reality. It wasn't like the sex he remembered. Not at all. It wasn't necessarily bett... UNHHHHH! Oh, yes it was! UNHHHHH! Control: gone. He bucked and thrashed as he gave in to each delectable sensation. It was too, too much, each second melting into a glacial eternity of pleasure and joy, singularity, oneness with the universe, falling into infinity, and drinking in infinity at the same time. His whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure. His tongue probing Melanie's nether regions. He could feel the pressure build, and build, and build and just when it built to a point of no return.... CLANG!! WAKE UP!! REMEMBER!! It was more than a sound, more than words. It jarred him to the quanta of his being, sending every particle humming with the same resonance, the music fell away, light fell away. Coherent thought fell away... "OOOOOOOOH!" Robb bit his bottom lip so hard copper blood mixed with cherry lip gloss. He climaxed, feeling suddenly full of energy as it passed through her into the universe. A warm glow emanated from her midsection as every muscle in her body tensed, then relaxed. He felt... hollow. And with that, the blow of a thousand hammers entered his mind. Justice was there and not there. Like a movie he saw it all clearly for the first time in a 'big picture way.' All of the mistakes he'd made. He saw the hurt he had caused. He no longer saw Monet's dots, but Monet's Path in a Forest. And for what, for this? Dulled senses and hollow feelings? He realized what Melanie was. What Robb's mother and sister had seen, yet he clung to it just to drown in sensual pleasure. A pleasure that was eclipsing him, lessening him. CLANG!! And with that pure, clear sound, he remembered all of the conversations he'd had with Justice. Lust, being the Advocate, giving energy back. The orgasm subsided. His breathing rushed, his body limp and useless. Tears began forming in his eyes. Something completely misread by Melanie. "It's okay," she said, reaching over to shut down the webcam. "It's okay. I cried my first time, too. Huh, I took your virginity twice. We got what we needed. Just relax. I'm gonna shower. This makeup is hell to get off." He felt... dirty. It was a new feeling. He didn't like it so much. He thought as he drifted off to sleep. And he suddenly saw what was wrong. He saw how Melanie had led him by the nose during their whole relationship. His look, his life. And all the things he lost. He was being given a rare gift. This second chance. Wasting it with Melanie, like he had the last one... No, not this time. And with that. Robb decided that Melanie was right about one thing. "Bobbie...' Robb breathed as he drifted off. * *********** CLANG!! "Finally." Justice said. Sitting on the sofa. "I've been waiting for this. Robb... well 'Bobbie' now." She smiled. " You are going to help me. I know I haven't explained anything to you yet. I had to wait until I could get your undivided attention. There are others like me. In fact there's another one in your town. Nasty piece of work called 'Lust'." "Lust?" Bobbie looked at Justice. "You would call her a succubus, steals sexual energy. When she does that, other energies go with it. You're going to help put it back. How will become clear to you, you probably know already, inside. Now, this isn't going to be like some action movie, with constant peril. You're just going to live your life, and do the right thing. But know this. There is no going back. Use that creative energy to constructive purpose." Bobbie's concerns melted away. Justice was right. Who was Robb now, anyway? Professional Loser, Junkie: Expert Level? Pariah to his family? Melanie didn't love him for him the way he did her. He had to put this all behind him. He had to change. Had to be someone else. Someone he could be proud of. Someone good. Bobbie could be that someone. Justice saw the change in her resolve and smiled. She knew, she saw the understanding in Bobbie's eyes. "Good, now go. Put some joy back in the world. Be my Advocate." Bobbie saw, truly saw. He could fix it. And by it, he meant everything. Bobbie quickly clasped Justice."Thank you. I never said that." Tears coming, not tears of sadness or loss, but of happiness. Knowing the holes he had to fill. Before he could build, he had to repair."Mission accepted." Bobbie said, smiling. Really smiling. "And I think I know just where to start. I'm going to do this right this time. I promise." Bobbie came to, sat up, grabbed some things, and got quietly dressed. Grabbed his wallet and headed for the door. Armed with the ATM card that had all of the webcam money(It was in his name anyway, well Robb's. And it was partially his. He did the work, after all.). Looking at the mirror, he saw Bobbie. There was a little Robb still in there, his internet browsing habits unchanged. He wanted more than anything... To start fresh. And the best place to start is the beginning. This is gonna be okay. I'm gonna start over. Robb knew what he needed to do. He got up, grabbed some jeans and a t- shirt. Pulled on a jacket. And left. Left to start his new life. And to tie up all the problems from his old one.