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When I woke the next morning it was already almost noon. Bright light
flooded my bedroom. Outside, the day was clear and unseasonably warm. The
kind of winter respite that usually raises my mood. Not today. Looking at
my phone, I had a half dozen missed calls and twice as many texts. They
were mostly from Sammy.
"Hey," read the first. "R u awake," the second. "I need to talk 2 u."
They continued along the same lines. Unsure what she wanted to talk
about, I decided to call her.'
She answered on the first ring. Honestly, I wasn't sure what to expect,
except a woman's voice. "Hi James," she answered, sounding nervous. "I'm
glad you called."
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Last night - it's been bothering me since I woke up."
This was the moment. What did she remember. Who was she, really, as
compared to yesterday. I waited for her to continue.
"You know I'm not into guys," she stated. "I'm feel weird even saying
that. Like it's obvious. But why did we do what we did last night? I've
never been that kind of girl."
A million things passed quickly through my mind. At once I realized that
Sammy was gone and there was a new Sammy. What our relationship was, I
didn't know. Not lovers, that much was clear. But certainly friends,
based on the familiarity of our conversation and her need to justify
herself to me. We talked for a few minutes longer. I assured her that I
wasn't looking for a repeat of last night. That I didn't view her as a
piece of ass. She seemed relieved, and by the time we finished, her town
was one of relief.
That finished, it was time for a more important conversation. I had split
up with Jonus, with Nadia, without much resolution. She had been tired,
and I was exhausted. We had been pleased to once again be close, but
neither of us had been ready for the conversation that would necessarily
follow. Now, it was time. I picked up my phone again and dialed. It was
time to figure things out.
***
We met up at a small coffee shop on Hawthorne Street. I ordered an
Americano and joined her on the couch she was sitting on. She was sipping
tea.
"I didn't know you liked tea, dude," I said, laughing.
"Yes," she answered. "I did not before. But now I cannot drink coffee and
tea is all I have. To be fair, I enjoy it very much these days."
That surprised me. Clearly, whatever had happened to Jonus had changed
more than just gender. Core parts of her identity had shifted as well. I
looked at her. "How much of you is the same as before? How much have you
changed?"
"I don't know. It's hard to say. In many ways I still feel the same
person that I have always been, but then I eat a food or I listen to a
song and I find out that things about me are entirely different.
Sometimes, I fight. I pretend to dislike the things I did not like before
I changed. But it is a lie. My head does not believe it no matter how
much I try to think negatively."
"So last night..." I started. She looked down into her cup and nodded. "So
last night. You said that it was the woods. That something was happening
down behind the school."
"Yes. It is hard to talk about with you. You see, some part of me is
embarrassed to say this even though other parts of me feel perfectly
normal. After I changed, shortly after, I found out that I had a boy I
was seeing. A nice boy, really. He was very kind and gentle and he did
not pressure me at first for acting strange. And I was lonely. So when I
thought into the memories of Nadia, I knew that we had been physical for
quite some time. So I continued, at first it felt strange, being a girl
and having sex and kissing a man and feeling his beard scratch my face.
But only briefly, and in his embrace I felt a little relief for the
loneliness. I hope you do not judge me for settling so fast into a new
role."
"No." I answered quickly.
"Good. It was just like tea and music. Before I had liked women, but now
I was only attracted to men. And I felt a strong connection to Peter.
That was his name. Peter."
"So what happened. Do you still see him?"
"No. He is gone." She paused and sipped at her drink. "In the beginning
of this year, he started to be weird. A little flighty and he would take
hours to return phone calls or texts. Sometimes he would not at all. I
knew that this was a sign that something had changed, of course. I knew
both from Jonah's experiences and Nadia's. Neither of my selves are
naive, after all."
"So you thought he was growing tired of you, right?"
"Yes, but he also was all that I had anymore, even if I had not really
known him as long as it felt like. So I became jealous and I started
following him. And one night, he went down into the woods behind school.
It was dark and raining and he was carrying a flashlight, so it was easy
to follow him without being seen. He walked down the normal trails and
into the woods. Maybe it was a quarter mile in when he turned onto a
smaller trail. I continued behind him."
***
Peter was not any outdoorsy type, so I found myself confused why he was
out in the middle of the forest on a rainy night when the temperatures
were only a few degrees above freezing. He wound his way deeper into the
forest. The trail we were on was muddy and I had to be careful not to
slip. On several occasions, only a quick hand and a convenient tree
branch kept me upright. But, it was not too long before I could see
another light in the dark, and the light of Peter's flashlight seemed to
be making towards it. And soon, the trail approached a bright bonfire in
a clearing. There were several people in the clearing, their shadows
monstrous from the fire and the scent of burning plant matter mixing with
the heavy rain.
I stepped off the trail and made my way close to the clearing, trying my
best to stay in the darkest shadows from the tall cedars and douglas
firs. I was able to get surprisingly close, enough so that I could hear
the crackle of the fire, and the voices of the people.
There were five, in all, but I only recognized Peter and Doug. I heard
their conversation mostly, but the wind and the rain would sometimes
drown out all of the words. But still, what happened next surprised me.
"Peter," one of the persons I did not recognize said. "It's my
understanding that you told Dana that you wanted out?"
"He did," said another of the figures I did not know.
"You can't get out now, buddy," said Doug. "We're in way too deep."
"It's just," Peter protested. "I've got what I want now. I'm not going to
do anything against you guys."
"You got what you want," Doug repeated. "And now you're not willing to
help the rest of us get what we want?"
"You don't need me though. You guys can handle it on your own. Keep
changing who you want. You have plenty of the dye so you don't need me to
go harvest anymore."
"That's right," said the figure who had answered to the name of Dana. "We
don't need you anymore. But what makes you think we can trust you? You
got the girl you wanted and the body you wanted. Now you just want to
leave us alone to do our things and trust that you'll be happy with your
little Arab slut?"
"Why would I do anything?"
Suddenly, Doug lashed out, hitting Peter in the face. The unidentified
figure came up behind him and pushed him to the ground. They tied him up
and gagged him.
"Keep in mind this was all your idea," said Doug, as he removed a knife
from his pocket and reached down. I thought they would kill him. But no.
Instead, Doug cut off his shirt and exposed his chest to the air. The
figure called Dana moved forward and handed Doug a jar. Doug, in turn,
began to paint strange lines on Peter's face and forehead.
"You're going to make sure he doesn't remember," asked the unnamed
figure, "right?"
"Yes."
"You're sure?"
"I'll do him just like I did Jonah. Nadia doesn't seem to remember a
thing."
"Make him blonde," said the figure who had answered to Dana. "Make him
slutty. Make him smoke and do hard drugs. He should be a party girl. And
maybe only sixteen. And a runaway."
"Don't worry, Dana," said Doug. "He's going to be a drugged out little
teenage girl by Monday night. He won't remember a thing."
"Good," said the unknown figure. "What a coward."
"Now, Mr. Elsewier," responded Doug, "he did give us the formula and
teach us the words of power. We had to get rid of him anyway, let's not
make it personal."
That's when I became terrified. I did not know what I could do and I fled
out into the darkness, eventually finding my way back to where I had
parked. I looked a final time at Peter's car and quickly left. I felt
awful abandoning him. But I also felt awful that he had been the one who
had wanted to steal my life and make me a thing for only him. I did not
go home that night. I drove my car as far as I could into the gorge. I
intended to run away forever, afraid what they could do worse to me. But
as I drove I calmed, and as the sun broke through the night I remembered
how they had said that they were sure I did not remember. And so I came
back, more afraid that they might notice I had fled and search for me
with whatever evil powers they have found."
***
As Nadia finished I noticed a tear rolling down her cheek. She shook her
head again. And rubbed her wide, almond eyes. I noticed only a bit of
mascara running down her face, and reached forward to wipe it away. She
jumped, almost imperceptibly, and then brought her face forward, allowing
me to complete the deed.
"You had something on your face" I said.
"Yes. Just a little bit of sadness is all."
"So do you know what happened to Peter?"
"Yes. She is named Alanah. She seems happy. I cannot tell how much she
remembers. But she remembers some. She does not remember how she changed
me, but she does remember that she changed me and is very sorry."
"How did you find her?"
"She called me, two days later. She said "I know you will not believe me
but I am a man you may not even remember." I went to meet her. We talked.
She may still be able to help us."
"I see. When can we meet her?" I paused. "I assume she is in a flop house
or something these days?"
"No. She is not exactly like what they wanted."
"Oh?"
"We think the rain changed the markings. She is young. Only fifteen. But
she is not a run-away and lives in a small house in Sellwood with her new
mother and brother. I do not think she does drugs but she smokes. So sad
to see one so young smoke."
"So we should go talk to her, right?"
"Yes. Tomorrow. When she finishes school. I will call her and let her
know."
"And you think she can help?"
"Yes. Very much so. Her mind dances a bit, and sometimes she is mostly
Alanah, but other times she is more like Peter. Talking to you may help
her. She knew you, but before the change. I wonder if maybe you can make
more of her come back and we can learn what they are doing and how we can
stop it or even fix it. At least maybe we can learn why."
"And you've forgiven her?"
"Yes. She knows she will never be Peter again. She knows that what she
did to me was wrong. She is sorry. I have accepted."
***
Nadia and I talked another couple of hours, enjoying each others'
company. As we split ways that afternoon, we hugged. I could feel her
arms pull me in tightly, as if trying to envelop herself in my embrace.
She rubbed her head against my shoulder. "Be safe James," she cautioned.
"You cannot let Doug know you are aware of anything."
"I know. I'll just avoid him."
"No!" She pushed away from me. "That will only make him suspicious. You
must continue to be his friend." She looked at me with her wide eyes, her
voice tinged with sincerity. "It is the only way that you will be safe."
With that, we made our ways to our cars. My phone buzzed with a new text
message. It was Doug. "Hey man, lets see Blazers game 2nite. Sammy and
her girl will b there."
I waited a moment, running Nadia's advice over in my mind. Finally, I
responded, "7:30 at usual ok?"
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