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Chapter 6: Down at the bottom
That night Rachel slept hugging Chelsea's teddy bear again. She had
insisted to give it to her, telling her that his name was Snow. Sleep,
however, came only after many more tears.
In the morning she woke up early, sunlight bathing her bed. She groaned
before opening her eyes.
For a moment, in her sleep, she had been back to being Mat. She had been
walking with Kate near the lake and they had kissed. The movement of her
breasts swaying when she lazily rolled over confirmed the sad reality
however.
When her head was clear enough, she realized that her hair had grown
back exactly to its previous length. As if she hadn't even touched it.
She stared at a lock falling in front of her face in astonishment, then
in anger. It almost looked like fate enjoyed making fun of her.
She went downstairs where the Diamond family was already up, and while
she had breakfast Chelsea joined her.
"Good morning!" she exclaimed, before stopping in the doorway.
"Your hair... it grew back!" she said.
"You don't really need to remind me, you know?" Rachel replied angrily,
then she bit her tongue. "I'm sorry. It 's just that this just feels
like a huge joke. I mean, can't I even cut my hair anymore?"
Chelsea looked at her in sympathy, then sat down next to her.
"You should talk to Dad. Maybe he can tell you something more."
She mentioned it to Lawrence as he was leaving for work, and he promised
that he would let them know something.
"You know, I don't know if you'll like this or not." Chelsea began as
Rachel washed the dishes. "But your hair looks really good. Don't you
ever do such a thing again!...You scared me" she added.
"With all due respect Chelsea, I don't think you can understand how I
feel. Everything I used to have was ripped off in two days." she turned
and looked into her eyes, with a hard stare. "My sexuality has gone to
hell, and who knows how long will it take me to get used to it. Assuming
that I'll ever get used to it, that is. And now I find I can't even
decide how I look? No, I don't think you can understand."
Chelsea looked embarrassed, but in her eyes was a hint of disappointment
and pain.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean... It's just that it hurts me to see you like
this... You mean something to me."
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By midmorning Lawrence was back home and sat in the living room along
with Rachel.
"Hello!" he told her. "I was thinking about what you said this morning
about your hair, and giving another look to the medical files from your
scan I think I now understand what happened." He paused.
"Now, it appears this phenomenon is akin to a Trick. I suppose you know
that when we Twisted activate a Trick we're actually extracting energy
from a field of quantum potential, the Darrington field, all around us.
More than a few cases in scientific literature led to the hypothesis
that an especially extreme Twist can leave a "trace" in the quantum
field. This trace is created by your mind at the time of the change and
is linked to your appearance. It looks like you're permanently linked to
this "template", and keep drawing energy from the Darrington field to
adapt to it. It's basically a "blueprint" that your new body keeps
trying to look like."
Rachel 's heart leapt in her chest.
"You mean... I will never be able to change my appearance?...I have no
chance to go back to being a man?"
"I'm sorry I have to give you this news. I'm afraid that no kind of
treatment, neither hormones nor surgery, could bring you back to a
masculine appearance. If, for example, we surgically removed your
breasts, you would quickly begin drawing energy from the Darrington
field and they would just grow back. Actually, as you've noticed, even
much less drastic changes wouldn't last long."
Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she nodded.
"But I can tell you that this phenomenon also has positive implications.
First of all, since your body is fixed on your 'template' in the
Darrington field, you will never grow old. You're locked to your current
biological age. Moreover, you should be able to recover from any injury
or illness with due time. Technically..." and he paused, "you are
potentially immortal. You can not die of old age and you're virtually
immune from any chronic or degenerative disease. The only way you could
die is that your body is damaged much more quickly than you can
regenerate, as in the case of acute diseases or serious accidents."
Rachel gasped. A thousand thoughts and a thousand questions were running
in her head... what could she do with her life now?
She decided that she needed to take a walk. She excused herself and
headed for the door, then began to walk, looking at her feet.
She was a woman. No turning back. Forever.
Forever fifteen-years-old, forced by her body to remain tiny, weak, and
by her mind to behave like a girl and dress as feminine as possible.
Not only she could not hide what she was now, she was actually forced to
point it out.
Seen in this way, a likely very long life didn't look like a blessing,
but a curse.
Damned in life, in her own personal estrogen hell.
As she walked, many people gave her puzzled looks. But many more were
the hostile or frightened stares. The news of her Twist had obviously
been spreading around, no doubt with the help of her uncle and aunt, and
all the "normals" in town were always interested in gossiping about the
bad dangerous monsters who went unchecked around the streets, plotting
who knows what.
When she reached the lake she sat on the shore, on a bench. The weather
was beautiful and children were playing on the shore. A young couple
shared kisses under the shade of a tree.
A flash of her and Kate, resting under the same tree, on her last
birthday. Rachel had given her a necklace with a flower-shaped pendant
and she had cried with joy and had thrown her arms around her neck.
Once again she felt the tears rise, but then they stopped. As if she
couldn't cry anymore. As if her anesthetized heart was past crying now,
plunging into total black indifference.
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"Hit the ground!" Rachel cried out as the head of the squadmate to her
left suddenly exploded. "Sniper on the ridge to the north. Stick to
cover!"
She gestured something to the remaining squadmates while more bullets
whizzed around her.
"Steve, your position? We need help here!"
She could hear gunfire on the ridge, then Rachel heard Steve's voice.
"Got him. Run for the base, we'll cover you from here."
Rachel sprinted for a low building to the left, at the end of a narrow
canyon, opening fire against three enemy soldiers at the windows. Then
other shots joined in, coming from the ridge to her right.
"Building free. Plant the bomb!" Rachel ordered, while her team was
preparing to defend the area. In moments, the building was razed to the
ground in a big explosion.
"Good game, newbie." someone told Rachel on the headphones. "Steve said
you're out of practice, but if that's the case you didn't lose your
touch."
"Thanks." she said, taking off her virtual reality headset. To her left,
Steve looked at her with a thumbs-up.
"This new game system is great Steve!" she said. "It looked like we were
there for real."
Steve grinned proudly. "Nothing to do with an old console!"
Rachel had spent the last few days alternating between bouts of
depression and crying in bed and giving in to her compulsions. One
morning she could be crying in despair, and the same afternoon she could
be found triyng on a floral dress or doing her hair.
The house's other inhabitants were seriously worried about her,
especially Lawrence. In an attempt to cheer her up and to restore a look
of normality, Steve and Chelsea had pushed their nerdy side to the
limit, and in particular Steve had involved her in an online war game
clan he belonged to.
Wearing the virtual reality systems, Rachel was free from her small and
vulnerable body, and she felt once again at par with the others. She
knew it was only a temporary and partial feeling, however, and her
compulsions still pushed her to play a female character. But at least
she no longer felt so weak and helpless: she was back in control.
She had often thought about Kate in those days. Intellectually she knew
that she probably wasn't the girl of her life, the one she would marry
and give many children to. The "Happily ever after" one. But she loved
her, and they had been together for almost three years. Now, it felt
like a stranger.
Even her relationship with Steve had changed. Of course, he tried to be
supportive to the fullest, but he also looked somewhat frightened. Not
by her personally, Rachel suspected, but by the fall from grace that a
transformation such as her's represented for every self-respecting adult
male.
Also, she couldn't help noticing how sometimes Steve's gaze fell on her
chest or on her back. Of course, if the old Matt had seen a girl like
Rachel he probably would have given her his share of glances, but being
on the other side of the fence was extremely bizarre and embarrassing.
Especially because her best friend was the one doing the staring.
However, she felt that there was something more at work. In Steve's eyes
was kind of a... discomfort when looking at her.
One day, Rachel simply could not put up with it anymore:
"Steve, what's up? Something wrong?" she asked, as they sat in the
living room watching TV.
"Nothing Rachel, don't worry." he said with feigned nonchalance. If
there was one thing that Steve was bad at, that was lying.
"Steve I know you too well. There's something weird in the way you look
at me, as if it was difficult for you to stay with me. Now, I understand
that maybe seeing me in this body..."
Steve turned off the television and looked at her.
"Yes, there's that. But the truth is that... um... " Steve blushed.
Oh God, Rachel thought. Don't tell me he has a crush on me? Her heart
went into overdrive.
"Janice. I think she's jealous of you. She's afraid that we... well..."
Rachel stared petrified, her face a mask of horror. She looked at an
embarrassed Steve as if he had just uttered the worst curse that he
could conceive.
"The two... of us???" she exclaimed. "Steve, we're best friends, for
God's sake, how can someone ever think that..."
Steve didn't know how to reply, he just kept staring at her.
"I mean... we used to share porn videos! That's... just... disgusting!"
she continued.
"Ok, ok... but look at it from her perspective. We already used to spend
all the time together before. Then one day my best friend turns into an
attractive girl and comes to stay at my house..."
"Wait... Attractive? Do you find me attractive?" Rachel asked, flushing.
She didn't know whether to feel embarrassed, flattered or even more
disgusted.
Now Steve was flushing too, he tried to open his mouth but nothing came
out.
"OK. Now listen to me!" Rachel said. "Let's just pretend this extremely
awkward and embarassing conversation never happened. And for never I
mean... NEVER"
"Yes, I think it would be better..." Steve replied.
"It has to be erased from history... I mean... it has to be more
unmentionable than... Star Wars' prequel episodes!"
Steve nodded quickly, and as one person they went back to the TV.
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Now that Rachel knew she was unwittingly ruining the Steve's
relationship, she ended up spending even more time than usual with
Chelsea. Not that she particularly cared not to make Janice angry at
her, she actually would have vented her frustration on such an obvious
target with extreme satisfaction. However, Steve meant too much to her
for Rachel to do something that could hurt him.
When they were at home and Janice was not around they spent time
together, of course, but in public they tried to avoid it.
Meanwhile, Chelsea had done everything possible to help Rachel get used
to her new body. She comforted her when she was down and in her best
moments, when she was cheerful enough to be able to deal with her
compulsions, she tried to teach her the best way to look good as a girl.
Rachel hated the makeup lessons in particular, as she seemed to never
find the right amount of foundation, or to constantly smear pencil or
mascara. Once, a particularly clumsy attempt to put some eyeliner on her
lower eyelid led to a black strip on her eye, with much swearing from
Rachel and at least as much giggling from Chelsea. Rachel's reaction
unleashed an eye pencil battle, with the two of them trying to leave
dark streaks on each other's face, until they ended up sitting on the
floor giggling like schoolgirls.
Chelsea was one of the few people who still managed to make her laugh.
Having abandoned a lot of her shyness, she kept blurting out gibberish
and throwing funny jokes, usually at Rachel's expense.
It was a Monday night, about ten days after her Twist, when Rachel and
Chelsea decided to go to the movies.
Rachel was feeling "up" that day. The thing was certainly positive in
itself, but it had the unpleasant effect of bringing out in full force
her need to feel feminine.
Chelsea helped her getting ready, and Rachel managed to find a
compromise between her hatred for being female and her compulsions by
wearing a pink, slightly low-cut shirt, tight jeans and shoes with just
a hint of heel. It was definitely more feminine than she would have
consciously chosen but she had learned by now that if dressing as a man
in private just felt like a nuisance, doing it in public made ??her
extremely embarrassed, making her feel ugly and sloppy.
A necklace matching the purple of her eyes completed the outfit.
Chelsea parked her car, a battered Ford so old it still travelled on
wheels, next to the entertainment center. It was a large, squat building
that was the favorite meeting place of the kids in town in times of bad
weather, and since the sky promised rain it was guaranteed to be full.
Rachel felt very nervous when she entered the building side by side with
Chelsea. She looked around and her right hand kept fidgeting with a
strand of hair.
Chelsea put her hand on her arm to reassure her. "Do not be nervous.
Everything is OK. We're just two people going to the movies, okay?"
They were near the entrance of the theatre when they heard someone
whistling loudly.
"Hey, look who's here! " Adrian said with a grin.
The girls turned to look at him. He was sitting on a bench with a group
of noisy boys and girls, many visibly older than him. Among them were
the two that were with him at the park.
"So it's true what they say, you gave away your equipment for a nice
pair of tits eh Matt?" he laughed, then continued. "I think you've made
a deal, you never knew how to use it anyway."
Rachel stared down to the ground, clearly embarrassed.
"Come on, Rachel," Chelsea said, starting to move away holding her hand.
"Oh, how cute huh? Just like two girlfriends. Soon they'll end up
talking about shoes, clothes and children as if nothing had happened.
You should show your sweet ass around here more often, Matt. Maybe
someone could get tempted to show you what a real man looks like!"
The two walked away towards the cinema while the group continued to
laugh, Rachel staring at her feet.
They bought tickets and went on to the hall.
When they reached the entrance, Chelsea held her and gently lifted her
face.
"It'll be okay" she said. "You know how those people are, don't you?"
Rachel nodded, and tried to compose herself, then the incredible
happened.
They looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. And Rachel just
knew what was about to happen.
They kissed there, by the door. It was intense, sweet and anxious at the
same time.
When their lips parted, Rachel looked at Chelsea straight in the eyes.
Without opening her mouth, she was asking why.
"Not many people know this," she said. "Actually... well I already went
through my Twist. Six months ago. It just wasn't anything as obvious as
it was for you."
She paused a moment, looking away in embarrassment.
"Since then, it doesn't matter what sex a person is to me. It's the soul
that matters." she said.
"And your soul is beautiful. Don't let things knock you to the ground.
You're a wonderful and kind person and you can do it..."
Rachel was speechless. They hugged once again. But this time, it wasn't
a hug between friends.
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It was late at night when Rachel and Chelsea, hand in hand, went back to
the parking lot.
They couldn't take their eyes off each other.
It was due to this, perhaps, that they didn't notice the figure that
leaned against the wall outside of the entertainment center until he
spoke.
"You again huh?" said the voice.
A visibly drunk Adrian, a bottle of beer in his hand, came forward in
the light of a street lamp. He smelled of alcohol and sweat.
In retrospect, they should have ran at breakneck speed to the car. But
when you have the body of a teenager - be it yours or not - and you're
less than 5 feet 6 tall, a giant with lots of beef can be very, very
frightening.
"I always said you were a girl. Now you've proved it. They say you
monsters change into what you are thinking about. Which man, I say,
would think about becoming a purple girl?"
"Adrian please... you're drunk..." Rachel began
"You did it on purpose, bitch!" he snapped. "I bet you've always wanted
to be a girl. Don't you see the way you dress?"
Adrian came up, so close to Rachel that she could feel his fetid breath
on her face. He towered over her like a giant. She tried to get away but
was paralyzed by fear.
"I say you like it. You want people to look at you. I bet you'd love to
take it like the little cocksucking slut you are, right?"
Suddenly his arm shot forward to grab Rachel, and at the same time her
Trick went on. The blow hit the wall of blue light hard and Adrian
screamed.
"You Twisted bitch! You and your damn Tricks! " he shouted, and then hit
Rachel's shell again with the beer bottle. It shattered leaving him with
a sharp shard in his hand.
That moment, Chelsea jumped on him, grabbing his arm. "No. Leave her
alone!"
Adrian turned around, throwing her to the ground as if she were a twig.
"What, are you jealous of your girlfriend? You want some of my cock
too?" he replied, heading for the girl curling up on the ground.
"No please... Stay away from me!" Chelsea screamed.
Adrian raised his arm to strike.
It was then that Rachel snapped. Not only she lived her personal hell
every day. This idiot humiliated her, he wanted to hurt her, and now he
wanted to hit Chelsea! All the anger and frustration of the last days
focused on a single target: Adrian.
The shell of light that protected her exploded and projected forward,
hitting Adrian and knocking him to the ground next to Chelsea.
"Run!" Rachel screamed, and Chelsea was on her feet. They ran for the
car without looking back.
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