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Cynthia
By: badmouth
Ring ring.
Another customer. The man tenses in the dark, waiting. In the back room,
he can't hear the conversation.
Minutes pass. The man relaxes in his rocking chair. Linda doesn't need
him.
At his breast, the baby stirs, then goes back to sleep.
***
"That's me," the man insists, pointing at his driver's license. "I need
a replacement bank card."
The teller is in his early twenties - my age, the man realizes - and
he's having a hard time keeping his eyes off the man's cleavage.
"I know I look different." The man shudders. The sound of his voice has
changed now that has to pass over his tongue stud and his collagen
injected lips. "But my signature. It's the same." He signs a napkin and
pushes it toward the teller.
Behind, customers are lining up. There's only the one teller on duty and
the crowd is getting restless.
Two college girls giggle about his "muffin top."
The man ignores them, wiping a damp lock of black hair out of his face.
The vicious underwire digging into his ribs is more painful than their
jeers. He tried going without it and didn't make it to the car before
his back and chest ached from the bouncing.
Still, he pulls down Linda's t-shirt, covering his tummy and the belly
button ring Allison made him get.
The teller's eyes bulge. All the pulling has done is deepen the V neck.
The man is getting so tired of this. He takes his driver's license and
returns to the lobby. He stares at the ATM, fishing another card out of
pocket of Linda's jeans.
Into the machine it goes.
HELLO, CYNTHIA, the display blinks. HOW CAN I HELP YOU TODAY?
The name named Cynthia withdraws sixty dollars, almost emptying the
account.
***
Ring ring.
With a plop, the baby's mouth comes off his nipple. Cynthia puts the
child over his shoulder, patting her back.
"Such a hungry baby," he coos, eyeing the large brown areole smeared on
the top of his breast. He pulls the flap of his bra up and fastens it,
his erect nipple still tenting the leopard-print cup.
He's wearing what Allison laid out for him this morning. A black dress,
low cut, sleeveless, a brown leather belt above his ample hips.
Underneath it, his leopard-print panties match the bra. A pair of
chunky, open-toed sandals show off the pink polish on his toes.
Sighing, he pulls the hem of the dress down as far as it will go, which
is just above his knees.
***
Linda, his stepmother, inherits all his father's money. She refuses to
pay for his education, using the funds to open a fancy lingerie store
instead. Allison, her daughter, is the sole employee.
When the store fails to break even in its first year, Linda sells his
father's house. She moves into a trailer park with Allison, leaving the
man behind in the city.
Apartments are expensive and work is scarce. The man is evicted. After
one night on the street, he grits his teeth and calls his stepmother.
She laughs at him, but invites him to stay in the trailer with her and
Allison.
During the day, he helps Fernando, the park's handyman, with routine
repairs. At night, he buries his head in his pillow while Allison and
Linda make sweaty love to the drunks they bring home from a nearby bar.
When Allison discovers she is pregnant, she is the only one surprised.
***
Ring ring.
It's his cell phone this time. In the middle of changing the baby,
Cynthia lets it go to voicemail before retrieving the phone from his
purse.
"I just woke up." Fernando's voice still drips cigarette smoke and
whiskey. Cynthia idly wonders if taking up smoking would lower his
voice. "That was pretty incredible last night, girl. How about a repeat
performance?"
Cynthia sets the phone aside.
He was in the shower an hour this morning, making him late for his ride
with Allison.
Doing his makeup in the car had been a new experience.
***
When the man wakes up, he realizes he's not in Mexico anymore.
There are two passports in the cup holder of Fernando's car. One of them
is American. The other Mexican.
Fernando notices he's awake. The man tries to say something, but his
mouth is too dry.
"They wanted to wake you at the border," Fernando says. "I told them you
needed your sleep."
Fernando hands him a bag of chips and gestures to a bottle of Coke in
the other cup holder, next to the passports. The man is ravenous. He
tears into the chips. Crumbs sprinkle his chest, fall into his cleavage.
His cleavage. The man struggles to get up. None of this is right. He
doesn't have tits. He just doesn't. He doesn't have long black hair or
the fancy long nails that made it harder to get into the bottle of Coke.
In the visor mirror, he sees his own eyes. But they're framed by dark
lashes and the trace of eye-shadow.
The passport is in his hands next. The Mexican one. It belongs to the
girl in the mirror.
Her first name is Cynthia. Her last name is the same as Fernando's.
Fernando chuckles. "It's so much cheaper to make a Mexican passport."
***
The ringing is in his head this time.
Where's the baby where's the baby where's the baby.
There she is. He put her back in her car seat.
He's slouching in the rocking chair, one arm on his belly, the other,
the one with the surgical tubing, hanging.
The man thinks he might be back in the Mexican clinic. But then he hears
Allison's voice. He can only hear them in the store when he's high. He
can hear everything when he's high.
Allison is selling a teddy to a forty five year old trophy wife. The
woman - she's blonde, he decides - reaches out to feel the fabric. From
the crook of her arm, he can hear tennis.
When he asked for work, Linda told him no one would ever buy a teddy
from a man.
They buy teddies from him now. Not many, but a few. They buy more bras,
bustiers, and corsets. All G cup and above. Each designed by Linda to
accommodate a woman of more... robust proportions.
He models them all.
***
Outside Tucson, Fernando checks them into a motel. This gives the man an
opportunity to escape, but he's sick to his stomach, shivering, and his
legs don't work.
Why is he so cold?
The man shrieks when he sees the cockroach racing around the bathtub.
In a moment, Fernando is in the room with him. Holding him. "I guess the
needles they stuck in your brain are doing their work, Cynthia."
Fernando dispatches the roach, escorts the man to the bed, then returns
to the bathroom. He leaves the door open as he pisses.
"You're probably not feeling too well," Fernando says when he comes
back. "I have something to help with that."
Half an hour later, his cheek pressed against the stained comforter, the
man realizes he's felt this way before.
It's not the first time, he thinks, but before he can grab a hold of
that thought it's already gone.
Fernando doesn't partake. He gets his high later, grunting behind the
man, while the man gets distracted with the new sensation of his breasts
hanging down, nipples chafing on the cheap motel sheets.
Heroin for sex. That's the deal they make later in another motel, one
the man eagerly accepts. It's better than the fever, and better than
shitting himself, and better than the worst flu he's ever had in his
life, because that is what this feels like, and he'll do anything to end
it.
Fernando drives him to the trailer park. Linda and Allison don't live
there any more, but they're giving their old trailer to Cynthia.
"You'll see them tomorrow," Fernando says. "Now will you suck my cock?"
***
Ring ring.
"We need you, Cynthia." Allison takes the baby from him, dropping her
into the car seat. She pulls him from the rocking chair and takes off
his dress and bra. He shivers as she squeezes on his breasts. "You're
not going to leak all over the merchandise again, are you?"
That happened last week. While he's shaking off the high, Allison goes
through his purse and takes the sixty dollars from earlier.
"That about covers the bra. Now are you ready?"
He stands, raising his arms, and Allison puts the corset on him.
For a while, Linda put him in a corset every day to improve his shape.
She threatened to send him back to Mexico if he didn't pass.
Now half the time she'll tell customers his gender while they're
admiring what the lingerie does to his tits.
They might not buy from just any man, but they'll buy from him.
Allison tightens the strings.
Cynthia gasps, suddenly awake.
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