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Bunk Beds -- Chapter 11
By Isis Eris
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CHARACTER CHART:
Loren: 5'6, longish dark hair. Small A-cup naturally. Currently
questioning gender identity.
Cindy: 5'2. Asian. A-cup. Hair that goes halfway down her back dyed blue.
blue. Rebellious, but self-conscious.
Karen: 5'10, athletic build. B-cup. Long blonde hair sometimes kept in
ponytail. Pragmatic.
Jenna: 5'6. Perfect hourglass figure. DD cup breasts. Optimistic,
detail-oriented, and logical.
Beth: 5'4. Top-heavy, a few pounds extra. The nerdy apple of Loren's
eye.
Landlady Dee: Dark skinned. Taller than Loren's male body. Cold and
foreboding personality.
Zeena: 5'8: Fire magic user. Traveling dimensions in order to find her
lost dragon. Red hair, modest breasts.
PREVIOUSLY: Loren has admitted to himself that he might not identify as
male.The usually calm and collected Jenna experienced bad dysphoria while
in Loren's body. She tried going to the gym but broke down crying due to
having to use the men's locker room. It was a progressive gym, as it was
part of the university, and she got Loren's membership changed to female.
Both Loren and Jenna are back in their original bodies. The evil Landlady
Dee has destroyed one of Loren's testicles for good and warned that they
are running out of time.
***
Jen had assembled an impromptu war council - with a group of sleepy
generals. Beth was the only other one who seemed wide awake. Cindy could
barely keep her eyes open and while Karen had put on the effort to put on
a robe she wasn't awake enough to close it.
"Okay, ladies, we need to go onto the attack," Jen said. "Loren met with
the Landlady in the dream world again and she destroyed one of his
testicles permanently. She also said that we're running out of time. So
we need to spring into action!"
No one sprang.
"How do we fight somebody with supernatural powers?" Beth asked.
"Good question," Jen said. "We're going to have to find the answer to
that one, fast."
"What about, like, guns, and stuff?" Karen asked.
"You mean actually kill her?" I asked.
"Even in the movies a good headshot usually stops 'em," Karen said.
"That would be a homicide," Beth said. "And I doubt the local authorities
would believe that the murdered lady would be capable of magic powers.
You'd end up in prison or locked away in some psych ward forever."
"But what if that's the only way?" Cindy asked.
"I don't want anyone to have to die over this," I said.
"I don't either," Beth said, quietly.
Cindy fidgeted, and crossed her legs in the opposite direction.
"This is going to sound bad," Cindy said, "but have you considered just
letting her have the body?"
Beth took a sharp intake of breath at the suggestion but didn't
immediately refute the suggestion. That surprised me.
"Obviously, we can't do that, either," I said.
"Are you sure?" Cindy asked. "Her body is good looking - all tall and
elegant like a model. She even looks athletic. The being a different race
thing would be a mindfuck, yeah, but it wouldn't kill you. Also, Loren is
an open minded guy. That probably wouldn't matter to him."
"No, there has to be something in between killing her and Beth just
surrendering herself like that," I said.
Jen nodded. "I agree. So today we're all going to put on our thinking
caps and brainstorm. Tonight I want to hear some plans. Dismissed."
***
I still had to get dressed for work at the caf? - it was my first day on
the job - but I checked in on Beth first. She hadn't said anything since
Cindy made her little suggestion and now Beth was sitting on her bed with
her arms folded beneath her breasts.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked.
Her gaze was vacant as she said, "I'm just thinking, is all."
I sat in her desk chair across from her.
"What about?"
"Losing your body forever," she said, distantly.
"Oh," Loren said.
"The thought of being in somebody else's body is dis-concerning enough,
but to be stuck there? Forever? That's an existential horror. All of a
sudden you'd be in the captain's seat of this new body. You weren't born
into it, and you didn't grow up and muddle through puberty with it. The
history of your own body would be a complete mystery! But that would be
the body you'd wear until the day you died and they put you in a grave
with somebody else's name written on it."
"Beth," I said, as I moved to hug her.
But she avoided my touch.
"Beth, there's no need to think those kind of thoughts. We won't let that
happen. We'll think of something."
"And if we don't?" Beth asked.
"We will," I said.
"If we don't then she'll hurt you. And I don't want to see you hurt."
She drifted off into her own little world again so I gave her a hug. I
couldn't stay and comfort her, however, as it was the first day of my new
job. Amongst all of the crazy and supernatural things happening in my
life it's almost easy to forget that I got hired as a part time worker at
Veritable Variables, and today was my first day. I left to get dressed.
***
It's still weird for me to be going out in public dressed like a girl. My
own gender identity was a bit hazy so it's not like I was feeling some
sort of masculine humiliation at the prospect. Rather, it was sort of
like that thing called imposter syndrome. I felt like I was in danger of
being called out for being - well, something - dressed like a girl but
not really a girl. When people walked by and their eyes glanced at me I
was afraid they would call me out for being a guy.
But nobody did. Still, the walk from my truck to the coffee shop had me
on edge.
Manny was behind the counter and dressed in a manner that brought "The
Fonz" to mind.
"Eeeeyyy," she said in greeting, confirming that the look was
intentional.
"I'm here and I'm ready to work," I said.
She presented me with a rainbow apron along with my name badge - my name
was spelled "Lauren."
"That's what we assumed you go by," Manny said. "If you want it to read
"Lori" or "Laura" or anything just let me know and I'll print you up a
new one in a hurry."
I told her it would do fine and I put my apron on.
"First thing I want you to do is to get acquainted with the layout of the
seating area," Manny said. "During non-peak hours we like to deliver the
order straight to the customer's seat. Also double-check that the order
is correct - and smile and look cute while doing so. There's a couple of
spots in the corners that are tricky to see and there's two tables just
outside the front door. "
I nodded and accepted my assignment. And thus, my first day working a
real job had begun. I thought she'd given me a pretty easy assignment for
my first day - but naturally, it proved to be a bit more difficult than I
had expected. Besides bringing the drink or food item to the customer I
also had to do it without dropping it or knocking anything else over in
the general vicinity. I'm not a terribly broad person but I became
acutely aware of how much space I took up so I could go through the
little aisles without bumping any tables.
When my lunch break came I bought a muffin and headed over to the
employee break room - which I suspect was once a walk-in closet. It was a
little cramped, sure, but it was nice to sit down. One of the cooks was
reading the day's newspaper - and when he flipped the pages I realized I
knew who he was.
It was Greg, the guy from the gym. Once when Karen was in my body she'd
gone home with him and I'm to understand that they had a good amount of
sex. Later, when Jenna was in my body she had a breakdown in the men's
changing room and Greg took her to the front desk and helped her change
my ID to be listed as female.
"Oh, hey Greg," I said.
"Hey, Princess," he said, grinning.
"About everything that happened - "
"Don't worry about it. You were clearly going through something, and
that's okay. Though I should mention I'm not really into girls," he said.
"Ah, thank you. And that's okay - I think I've decided stick with my own
kind."
He went back to looking at his newspaper.
"You ever been to the ren-faire in town?" he asked.
"Once, yeah," I said.
"Is it worth going? I've always wanted to go to one. But if it's just a
bunch of people selling stuff I might just sit it out..."
...And that sentence lead into a most pleasant conversation. I'm
surprised - Greg really is a cool guy. We actually exchanged contact
information and Steam Gamer tags. I don't remember the last time I
actually had a guy friend - elementary school, maybe? That's about when
everyone started teasing me for being as girly as I am.
His break ended before mine and eventually I had to go back to work, too.
Overall, though, the work day went well. Peak hours were pretty tough, as
advertised - but I was able to get through it. I'd always seen myself as
being a sort of lazy person but now I see that wasn't entirely true. I
had a lot of energy but I had never known what direction to focus it in.
While some people were rude I found that most of my customers appreciated
my effort.
It felt good.
In the afternoon I had a strange order to bring out - a drink called a
"Tortured Soul Moche" for someone named Dark Gale. I stepped into the
seating area tentatively and called Raven's name out loud. In response a
hand shot up from the back corner. When I made my delivery I found out it
was that gothy girl that had given me her number on the day I applied.
She was nestled into the corner of a booth with a bunch of books.
"Here you go, Dark Gale," I said.
"Hi cutie. Actually, my name's Abigail," she said, before looking up at
me. "I've been trying to find a cooler name for myself. Is 'Dark Gale'
working for you?"
"Oh, sure," I said. "I've got your 'Tortured Soul Moche' here for you."
She laughed. "I assume you've met Manny? She's pretty cool. I brought in
this recipe I found online and they actually make it for me."
I was about to make an excuse to go back to the counter but I noticed one
of the books on her table was different from the average college textbook
or literary classic. It was considerably older and a little bit spooky.
The label on its spine identified it as "Intermediate Witchcraft."
"Are you into supernatural stuff?" I asked.
"You could say that. Why do you ask?"
Jenna's call to war earlier this morning came back to me. I had a feeling
I'd just found a potential avenue of attack.
"Actually, there's been some freaky stuff going on in my apartment.
Unusual stuff. The kind of stuff that makes a girl like me curious about
the supernatural," I said.
"Really?" she said.
She studied me as if truly seeing me for the first time. Apparently I now
held her interest on an intellectual level besides
"The world isn't like Final Fantasy. I can't go around casting fire
spells or anything like that. But I do have a side-business where I deal
in spiritual cleansings."
"Do you think that could help me?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. When is your shift over? You should come to my place and
we can talk about it."
I told her when and she wrote down her address for me.
***
The rest of the shift was uneventful and I clocked out right as the
evening rush was starting up. Thank goodness - the lunch rush had been
bad enough for one day. I was excited to hop into my truck, take my apron
off, and drive over to Dark Gale's apartment. What if she had answers for
me? Or solutions? Maybe this weird bunk-beds thing was a common thing
that people dealt with but just didn't talk about in public.
Well, it probably wasn't that simple, I admitted to myself. But I knocked
on the door with her apartment number with a great deal of hope welling
up in my chest.
When she opened the door my pulse quickened. She had been wearing a black
dress that gave her a somewhat modest look earlier. The Dark Gale
standing before me now was wearing a black corset, a black mini-skirt,
and those giant boots of hers - and not much else. Not to mention that
I'd forgotten how she's about four inches taller than me with those boots
on. And that kinda turned me on.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," she said. "Why don't you come in?"
"Thanks. You look nice."
"I try not to freak out the norms when I'm out and about. But I keep it
more casual in my home," she said with a smile.
She lead me down a narrow hall that lead into her study and doubled as
her living room. I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me - more
closely than I had expected.
"Now, I want you to tell me all about this little problem of yours," she
said.
So I did. Mostly. I left out some of the more intimate details of my
adventure with my roommates but otherwise included all of the weird
details. I told her all about the bunk beds that switched bodies of their
occupants, the weird dream world, the changes one person could make to
another and, our mysterious landlady and her obsession with Beth's body.
She seemed interested and was patient with me.
After finishing my story I sighed. Dark Gale didn't say anything for a
while as she thought about everything I've told her.
"If it were a demon," she said at last, "It would have to be an
incredibly ancient and powerful one. Your landlady reminds me a bit of
Papa Legba - a Haitian Vodou deity that guarded the gateway to the spirit
world. If you wanted to speak to the spirits you had to get permission
from him first."
"So we're dealing with Vodou?"
"I doubt it. It would be out of character for Papa Legba. Besides, your
landlady sounds like she's working for a greater force and this deity was
pretty much his own boss."
"Oh. So you don't know what it is we're dealing with?" I asked.
"My first thought was some kind of trickster spirit. You find them in
tales across the world. But whatever it is you're dealing with sounds
like it's too disciplined - it's got a procedure with strict rules."
Disappointed, I asked, "So you don't know what we're dealing with?"
"Sorry. I'm not Giles from Buffy - just a small town enthusiast of all
things paranormal. All I can do for you is my most thorough cleansing
package. It takes about an hour and costs two hundred bucks."
"Two hundred bucks?" I asked.
"You get a bunch of incense with the price and I read holy words from
seven sources. If you want to find a better price, go ahead and look -
but I warn you, most of the people that offer the service here are scam
artists or hacks."
"If I had that sort of money I could just buy my own bed," I said.
"I hear you. But I'm a college student and I need to make some money on
the side."
I sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you, professionally. I'm
certain your exorcisms are great."
"Well, I may be open to a little bit of bartering," she said slowly.
I thought about it. "Well, I'm good with computers, and I can help carry
stuff. Maybe I could sneak you a free coffee once I learn how to make
some."
Dark Gale laughed and put a hand onto my leg.
"I've got perfect gaydar. You're interested in girls, aren't you?" She
asked.
"Yeah."
"As it so happens, I'm interested in you," she purred. "If you make it
worth my while, I'll give you that cleansing for free."
"Oh."
I looked at her. I certainly found her attractive in a dark and
mysterious way. And, oddly, I found the fact she was so much taller than
me arousing. That coupled with her self-confidence really did make her
sexy.
"I'm kind of love in with this girl," I said.
"Beth," she said.
"How did you know?" I asked.
I hadn't mentioned my feelings for her.
"Your face and your voice when you spoke of her. Your concern for her was
a bit more than platonic."
"Yeah," I said.
"Are you two exclusive?"
"No. But she said she loves me."
"Really? Then what's the hang up?"
"She's not into my body," I said.
"Really?" Dark Gale laughed. "If she's going to be like that, then just
forget her - she's not worth your time."
"What?"
In all my years of pining for Beth it had never once crossed my mind that
she might not be worthy of me.
"Your body is wonderful," she said.
"Oh. Well, I have some reservations about my body, too."
"How about this - we start, and if you find you're not into it, we stop?
And I do the cleansing anyway. I promise to be gentle."
"Uh, I suppose we could try."
She responded with a gentle kiss on my lips. I stared at her awkwardly
and decided I would follow her example and close my eyes. After taking
another breath we kissed again and I was blown away. It seems like I've
kissed a few girls over the last week or two, but wow, this one was
amazing. I hate to say it - but it was better than any kiss of Beth's.
This was unbridled passionate energy focused into her lips!
I murmured aloud in pleasure without meaning too.
While the kissing continued she repositioned herself so that she was on
top of me, straddling my legs. Her hands started to caress the sides of
my bra through the shirt. I didn't get any kind of pleasure from having
my chest or my nipples touch but it still succeeded as a tease - the
anticipation made me want to feel her touch. One hand slipped up my shirt
and fondled my left breast. There's something to be said for just the
warm sensation of another person's touch.
Her hand probed both breasts and massaged my torso. With each trip around
my torso her hands dared to go down south a little farther until finally
her finger tips were exploring -tentatively - the space just beneath the
band of my panties.
"Let's see if you're wet," she whispered.
Then I felt her touch the head of my semi-erect penis.
"Oh my God, I've never felt a clit this big!" She cried out.
I felt her stroke the top of my shaft and then feel the skin of my body
around it.
"Where is your - wait, are you intersex?"
Everything came to a very awkward halt.
"What? No," I said.
She took her hand out of my panties and sat beside me.
"So...Female to Male, then?"
"No."
She thought on that.
"Male to female then," Dark Gale said at last.
I nodded, though I'm not 100% sure that label fits me just yet.
"You didn't know? I thought it was pretty clear," I said.
"No, not at all."
"I mean, I could see you not recognizing me for being - what I am - at a
distance. But we've been talking for an hour. Surely you noticed?"
"No."
I realized, then, that most of the private details I had opted to hide
from her involved my genitals and my sexual adventures. She had listened
to my story and just assumed my friends and I were five girls living in
an apartment together. Dark Gale had honestly perceived me as girl. No -
she had perceived me as a young woman.
"I'm sorry. I'm only like a week into this, uh, process," I said. "I
thought it was obvious to everyone. My room mates have told me I pass but
I guess I didn't fully believe them."
"I'm guessing the trans thing explains why Beth isn't interested in your
body. I take it she's a rather strict lesbian?"
I didn't respond, but the silence confirmed it for her.
"I'm so sorry. And I didn't stop because your body freaks me out, or
whatever. I'm not like that. I was just surprised. I think - I think I
could do it. With you and your body as-is. But now I feel like I've
invaded on your space terribly. This isn't the right time. Actually, this
whole thing was sleazy of me. I haven't been laid since freshman year.
Forgive me."
I shrugged. "It's okay."
I wasn't sure if it was okay or not - I was shaken and confused.
"Give me your address and give me about twenty minutes to rustle up all
of my supplies. Then I'll be over and get to business," she said.
I gave her my thanks, went to my truck, and cried for a solid minute. I
can't quite pinpoint the reason why.
***
So it turns out it's best if the occupants of a haunted house are not
inside when a place gets spiritually cleansed. Also, you needed to have
all the doors and windows open so that any potential spirits could find
an easy exit. While Dark Gale did her thing my four roommates and I sat
on the stairs at the apartment's entrance.
"I still can't believe you told anyone about the bunk beds," Karen said.
I shrugged. "Jenna said we had to go to war. Since we're obviously
dealing with something magical, why not go for a more mystical approach?"
Jenna nodded in approval. "A thoughtful idea, and I'm impressed you got
the plan into action already. Good job."
The compliment made me glow.
"I came up with an idea as well," Jenna said. "Our landlady is a shrewd
business woman so I think we need to attack her on the financial front. I
spent all my time in-between classes today researching apartment health
and safety regulations - I think we can nickel and dime her with small
things."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well, we should technically have one more fire alarm in the apartment
than we do. And the fire extinguisher is hanging in a room other than
what the code specifies. Things like that. If we can get a few other
tenants to call in and complain maybe we can get somebody to investigate
her business. I doubt she'll appreciate all of the extra attention,"
Jenna said.
"So we're going with a combination of spiritual and financial warfare.
This is what our life has become," Beth sighed.
I glanced at her. Apparently her mood hadn't improved since the start of
the day. She was hunched over and avoiding making eye contact with any of
us. I thought she was ignoring us at first, actually. Sort of like how
Cindy didn't have a problem with listening to music on her phone while
some goth chick scoured our apartment acting as a ghost exterminator.
"Do we have any plans for tomorrow?" I asked.
"I'm going to be in your body tomorrow, so my day's free. And I cleared
mine own schedule so you'll be free, as well. I've got a list of
properties her company owns. We can visit them tomorrow and see if the
tenants would be interested in pooling evidence and making a claim
against her," Jenna said.
That was Jenna for you -- always so damned organized and efficient. I
found myself wishing I could plan and control my life as well as she
could organize - well, pretty much anything.
Dark Gale came out of the apartment with her bag and folded her arms.
"I've done everything I can do," she said. "Leave the incense burning
until you go to bed. I left some little bells - which I'll need back - on
your coffee table. Ring them in the corner of your rooms about once an
hour."
"Do you think this will work?" Karen asked as she stood.
Dark Gale shrugged. "I can only do stuff to get spirits out of the house.
If the forces you're dealing with are somewhere else - of if you're
transported somewhere else - then I don't know what will happen."
"Do we owe you anything?" Jenna asked.
"Nah."
I hadn't mentioned what I had done to 'pay' for the cleansing. Cindy gave
Dark Gale a fist bump before entering the apartment and was soon followed
by Karen and Jenna. There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence between
Dark Gale and I. Finally, I thanked her, and walked away. When my back
was turned, though, I could hear her say something to Beth in a low
voice:
"Be decisive, or someone else is going to get her."
I pretended not to hear. As we entered the apartment Beth darted to her
room without even looking at me. I took my laptop into Jen's room.
***
Jen was changing into her pajamas and I was trying not to look.
"You might as well look if you want," she said. "They're going to be
yours tomorrow, anyway."
"That'd be weird," I said, keeping my eyes on my laptop.
"Maybe. I know you prefer women with larger breasts."
I turned to her to see that she was in a long sleep-tee that went down
to her knees.
"What's this about?" I asked.
"Well, I appreciate that you've always been a gentle - a polite person
and you never stared at me. Even in middle school when I was the most
developed girl around. And kind of fat."
"Uh, no problem? I love boobs but I know women aren't sexual objects. All
my female friends were blooming around me back then so I basically had an
eye-contact only rule," I said.
"I don't find you attractive," Jen said, at last.
"What?"
I still wasn't following her train of thought.
"I'm afraid that I'm going to change your body in the dream world into
something else. I don't want you to take it personally or be offended,"
she said.
I shrugged. "You desire what you desire."
"Whew! I'm glad you see it that way. Good night, then," she said as she
climbed into her top bunk with a book.
I eventually got tired and closed my laptop and got in bed. Upon falling
asleep I found myself standing naked in the strange dream world again -
but something was different this time. Instead of the usual white light
the void was a glaring red. Blood red.
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