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Chem-Tech's Legacy, Matilda's Story (Chapter 2)
I woke up a couple of hours later to feel something warm and furry
snuggling into my stomach, purring away. I lifted my sheet to see
Tabitha. "Hey there Tabby," I said in a sing-song voice, that was quite
high pitched. I was still struggling to recognise it as my own. "I'm
surprised you know who I am." I was. I didn't look anything like I used
to.
In fact, how did she know who I am? As well as not looking like I used
to, I didn't sound like me and I bet I didn't even smell like I used to
either. Hold on. I have her DNA in me now, my hair has the same colours
as her fur and I have cat ears and a tail. Does she think I'm her mum
now or something? She had never slept next to me like this before. As I
continued to stroke her, she woke up, walked up to my face and gently
placed her paw on my face. She had never been this affectionate either.
If she doesn't think I'm her mum, then she's definitely detecting a link
between us that we never had before.
I got up and put some of the workout gear on that I had used for my
physical testing, if only for the hole in them to accommodate my tail (I
definitely did not like it being constricted) and went downstairs with
Tabitha in tow. I was about to enter the living room when I heard
voices.
"I supposed he, sorry, I mean she is doing as well as can be expected."
That was my mum.
"I hope she'll let me be a friend to her. I just want to help." That was
Jenny. A friend. I suppose that's all we can be now. Friends. She went
on. "So do you call her Matilda now or does she still prefer Phil?" she
asked.
"I'm trying to call her Matilda, well Tilly at least. Sometimes I do
mess up and call her Phil but she doesn't seem to mind either. The more
we call her by the feminine, the sooner she'll get used to it, I
suppose," Mum replied.
"So Tilly it is then," Jenny confirmed.
A whisper came from behind me. "It's rude to eavesdrop you know."
Almost like lighting, I jumped round and with my hand raised claws out.
I just managed to stop myself before I gave my dad a nasty set of
scratches down his cheek.
"Dad!" I exclaimed. "I am so sorry!"
"I guess it's my fault," Dad said looking a little scared. "I shouldn't
have crept up on you."
"Oh Dad!" I said as I cuddled into him, the tears starting again. "I am
so, so, sorry." It was so weird. I used to be only three or four inches
shorter than him, now my head barely reached his chest. He was so big
now.
"What's going on out here?" Mum said as she opened the door.
"It's nothing," Dad said. "Just a little father - son, I mean daughter
time," he said, dropping his foot in it. He always had a habit of doing
that.
"Tilly, Jenny's come to see you," Mum said. "Why don't you two go up to
your room, I'm sure you've got a lot to talk about. I'll bring some
drinks up in a bit. And Jenny?"
"Yes Mrs Nixon?"
"Tilly has a hair brush in her bag from Chem-Tech. Can you help her sort
that tangled mess out?"
"Sure thing."
As we ascended the stairs Dad said, "See you in a bit, Kitten." As soon
as he had sad it he knew he'd put his foot in it again. It was confirmed
by Mum slapping him on the shoulder. "JIM!" she souted at him.
"It's okay," I said. And it actually was. The fact that he had a pet
name (excuse the pun) for me now meant that he had definitely accepted
me for who I now was. I was his Kitten. "I like it."
When Jenny and I got upstairs, we sat ourselves on my bed. Tabitha soon
joined us and sat on my lap.
"Looks like you have a kindred spirit there," Jenny said.
"I know, I woke up with her snuggling into me and she's been following
me ever since," I said. "I suppose we share some of the same DNA now, so
we could technically be sisters. Since I'm a lot bigger I think she sees
me as her Mum."
"How cute!" Jenny exclaimed.
"Can I just jump in and say what I need to say?" I asked solemnly.
"Sure."
"We can't be together anymore can we? I mean, I am a girl now, a girl
who you share a lot of DNA with, I mean, we're technically siblings
now," I explained.
"Oh Tilly," Jenny said as she flung her arms around me. "I can't believe
how bravely and responsibly you're handling all of this. No, I don't
think we can be together anymore, but I want nothing less than to be
your friend. Trust me Tilly, I'm going to be there for you as much as I
possibly can be."
"Thank you, but can I ask you for something?" I asked.
"Anything," Jenny said as she pulled away.
"Can I have a kiss?" Jenny looked confused. "I just want to check
something," I reassured her.
And we kissed. A slow, deep kiss, like we used to, with our tongues
gently playing together. Then we pulled away. While it felt good, it
didn't feel right. I didn't feel the fireworks or the butterflies that I
used to feel.
"I guess this means I fancy boys now," I said.
"Or maybe tomcats," Jenny said with a little smirk on her face. I picked
up my pillow and hit her around the back of the head while giggling.
"I knew your sense of humour would help you get through this," Jenny
said. "So I've got you something." She pulled out a little wrapped box
from her bag. "If you don't like it, or think it's a bit much or
anything, just say so, I won't be offended."
A bit apprehensively, I unwrapped the box and opened it. Inside was a
black, velvet choker that would hook together on the back of the neck.
Dangling on the front of it was a circular, silver tag that had "Tilly"
engraved.
At first I didn't know how to respond. Was it too much? Was she making
fun of me? I soon realised that she wasn't. She was appealing to my
sense of humour. I then realised that it was perfect. If I am going to
make it in life like this, I was going to have embrace both my girl and
feline sides. And this gift would be the first step in doing that.
"Are you okay?" Jenny asked sounding worried.
"It's perfect!" I said as I burst into tears. "Trust you to find a way
for me to start accepting this," I said as I blubbed through the
waterworks.
We sat there cuddling for what seemed hours when Jenny piped up.
"Anyway, let's get this mess of a mop sorted out."
I sat on the floor with my head between Jenny's legs as she started
brushing out my tangles. That was when Mum walked in with a couple of
cokes.
"Looks like you've got your hands full there Jenny," Mum said.
"It's not as hard as I thought it would be," Jenny replied. "These
tangles just seem to be falling out."
"Well, I'll leave you to it"
"Thanks Mum," I said as she walked out the room.
"I'm sorry for telling Danny," Jenny said.
"Don't be," I replied. "If I'd had any say in the matter, I would have
told both of you anyway."
"I can't believe what an arsehole he's been about it."
"I always knew he hated Chem-Tech, but I can't believe he tried to turn
me into a sideshow to get his point across," I said.
"I'm sure he'll come round."
"At this point, I'm not sure I could forgive him, even if he did come
round, I'm trying my best to not feel like a freak and he does the one
thing that could make me feel that way."
Jenny carried on brushing my hair. There was a lot to get through, but
it felt so relaxing.
"Are you purring?" Jenny said, bringing me back to the real world.
"Pardon?"
"You're purring," she said with a grin.
"I was not," I said indignantly.
"Fine, believe what you want. Anyway, I'm just about done here. Do you
want me to put it in a pony for you? Get it out of the way?" she asked.
"Sure, go for it."
"Are you going to keep it this long? I think you should. With the
colours it looks so exotic and it's so thick and soft. I wish I had hair
like this."
"I don't know. I know I won't be kidding anyone if I go for a macho cut,
but I think I'll still get a fair bit chopped off," I replied.
"Oh well, your loss," Jenny said matter-of-factly. "There, hair done.
Just one more thing," she added as she lifted my ponytail out of the way
and slipped something around my neck.
I had a look in my mirror. I did look cute with a ponytail, but I was
going to have to do something with my hair, get it neatened up at least.
Even as a former guy, I could tell it looked like it had just grown out
this way. Then I saw the choker that Jenny has just put on me. It was
perfect for me and it just snugly fit without it being uncomfortable.
"Thank you Jenny," I said, giving her a cuddle. "This is going to be a
hard road for me, but I know it's going to be easier having you around."
"No problem Tilly, I may have lost my boyfriend, but I think I may have
a new best friend." She looked at her watch. "Bloody hell, is that the
time, sorry Tilly but I'm going to have to get going."
We walked downstairs and I let her out the front door. I had totally
forgotten about the photographers out there. That was when a big guy put
his arm around Jenny, leading her to a car and fighting through the
paparazzi and another guy closed the door before they could get any
photos.
Where the hell had those guys come from? They were like bouncers at a
nightclub or something. Not that I was ungrateful, Jenny would never
have got through them on her own.
That was when I heard voices in the living room. I let myself in.
"Matilda!" Mum said. There were two men in suits in there. "Good timing.
This is Mr. Sampson," she said pointing to the older, greying man, "and
Mr Deane," indicating a younger man, looking to be in his late thirties.
The older man spoke.
"Miss Nixon, can I call you Miss Nixon?" Mr Sampson asked.
"You can call me Tilly is you want," I told him.
"Very well then Tilly. I am here representing the board of Chem-Tech and
this is my lawyer."
Lawyer? This doesn't sound good.
"Don't worry Tilly," Mr Deane spoke up. "Not all lawyers are blood
sucking vampires, just 99% of us," he joked.
"We're here," Mr Sampson continued, "because after the events earlier
with your friend Danny..."
"He's not my friend," I interrupted.
"Well friend or not, he's put us in a bit of a predicament. The press
are calling for us to abolish all of our work on the substance that has
changed you, but if that happens, we lose our future cancer cure and
while we all know that the chances of you being changed back are slim,
if we abolish our research, you have no chance of changing back."
"Okay, so what do you want from me?" I asked.
"What we want from you, is to speak at a press conference, basically
saying that if you hadn't gone snooping round our facility, this would
never have happened to you, that you believe in the research we are
doing and that we have generously compensated you for the hardships you
are now facing."
"You want to parade me in front of the press?" I asked, nervous at the
thought.
"In return," Mr Sampson continued, "on top of the deal we already have
with you, we will give you ten million pounds that you will be able to
access on your eighteenth birthday, or on your sixteenth if have a
responsible intention for it."
Ten million pounds? That's more than most lottery wins.
I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll do it."
"Fantastic. The press conference will take outside the front of your
house. The press already know where to find you," he joked. "We'll
arrange for it to take place at 3pm, we shall send two stylists round to
get you ready before hand and I shall email you a script as soon as it
is ready."
"Stylists?"
"Don't worry, it won't be too drastic, but we want you looking your
best, we need you looking like you are taking this as well as possible."
"Okay." I just hoped they weren't going to try and put me in a flowery
dress or something.
"So what do you think?" the obviously camp stylist who insisted his name
was Paolo (I didn't believe it for a second) asked.
There I was, in a white knee length dress, with short sleeves, a tight
skirt and a hole to accommodate my tail, with my hair trimmed into a
style of long, loose curls and waves. I had on black tights and white
two inch heels (which I could walk surprisingly well in, must be my cat
like balance). I was wearing makeup but it was very subtle.
"Erm... it's a bit girly isn't it?"
"It is honey, but you need to appear that you've embraced your feminine
side. I just wish there was a way that we could do the same for your
feline characteristics other than letting your tail out."
"Hold on," I said as I ran upstairs (in heels, check me out). I came
back down with the choker that Jenny had given me.
"Oh honey, that is PERFECT," he said as he put it around my neck for me.
"You are just too cute."
And so I went out, I faced the cameras, I said what I had to, looked
pretty in my dress and choker, turned around and went inside, ignoring
the many questions that were being directed at me. And like that, I had
earned ten million pounds. My heart was pounding for every second of it
though.
Mr Sampson was more than happy with my performance. Once he had left, so
had most of the media circus from outside. I took off my heels and
collapsed on the sofa. Just then there was a knock on the door. My dad
answered.
"I don't think she wants to talk to you," I heard him say. I poked my
head out of the living room, it was Danny.
"It's okay Dad," I said. I'd been wanting to give him a piece of my
mind.
"Okay Kitten," he said (there was that pet name again). He gave me a
little kiss on the forehead as he left us to it. I now had to look up at
him, where once I towered over him.
"I can't believe you," Danny said.
"You can't believe me?" I said shocked.
"Look at you, in your little dress and tights. And is that makeup? You
had the chance to make them pay but now you're acting like their little
puppet." He was almost spitting the words.
"What THEY did to me?" I spat back. "If I hadn't been trying to stop
your stupid arse from getting into trouble, this would never have
happened."
"Whatever, you're just some little corporate bitch."
Almost like lighting, I had the claw out on my right index finger,
jabbing him just under his chin, drawing a tiny amount of blood.
"DON'T YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO ME. YOU
SMASHED THE BEAKER, YOU CALLED ME A FREAK AND YOU EXPOSED ME TO THE
PRESS LIKE SOME FREAK SHOW, YOU HORRIBLE PIECE OF SHIT!" I yelled at
him, I was seriously losing my cool. Danny took a step back.
"I'm not scared of you. You're weak. I touched that stuff and you don't
see me changing into a freak of nature," he said, sounding at least a
little scared.
"You touched it? Why haven't you told anyone?" I asked suddenly
concerned.
"I'm not letting those bastards near me. Anyway, I've said my piece, I
want fuck all else to do with you." He turned and walked away. Was that
grey in his ginger hair?
"Danny, wait! You've gone grey!"
"What?"
"Your hair, it's changing. That's how it started with me!" I noticed
then he was sweating.
"I... I don't feel too good," he said sounding quite weak all of a
sudden, just as he collapsed.
"DANNY," I shouted as I ran to him. "DAD! DAD!" I shouted at the house.
Dad came running out.
"YOU HAVE TO CALL CHEM-TECH!"
To be continued...
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