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Wish Shift: Chapter Three
Armistice
Year 1 A.S. Day 38
Jenny didn't know how long she was leaning against mom crying. Mom just
let her lean against him until her tears stopped.
"It was your grandmother who pointed it out to me," he said after Jenny's
tears ceased and she calmed down again.
"She said to me a couple of days ago that you were acting just like a
couple friends of hers had after their husbands died. She said that they
tried to freeze as much of their life as possible just as it was. After
she said that, I watched what you were doing closer and I realized that
she was right. The way you dressed and the way you don't wear your
glasses unless you have to. I looked through all of the pictures that you
sent of the two of you and everything I saw you doing here was recreating
her every time you stepped out the door. I also remembered that you told
me she hated wearing her glasses and would only wear them if she had to
so you didn't do it either."
"But she's not dead mom," Jenny said looking down at their hands on her
belly. "She's right here."
"Yes she is," mom agreed. "But she's as gone at the same time just as if
she did die." Jenny's red rimmed eyes began to water again.
"It's hard for you to accept, but even if Sonya somehow perfectly
remembers everything in her life up until the Shift, it still won't
change anything. You can't be anything to her, but her mother now."
Mom interlocked his fingers with Jenny's on the slight swelling.
"In a little over six or seven months you're going to be in a hospital.
You are going to spend hours enduring absolute agony to bring Sonya back
into this world. You won't be the same ever again. And you won't want to
be. Even though you're ignoring it now, you're already changing. Did you
think that you would be able to just bring her back? That you could bring
yourself back? Neither of you can go back to what you were after this.
How can that even work if you could?"
"I don't know mom, I haven't been able to think that far ahead," she said
faintly.
"You keep calling this child a girl. But you don't know that she won't be
a boy do you?" Mom said quietly.
"No, I never even considered that," Jenny said.
"You need to, Jenny," Mom said. "And whether you have a daughter or a son
you need to be ready for what that will mean for you. Once your baby
comes, what that child may or may not remember is just a complication.
Yes, if she or he remembers, it will shadow Sonya's life, but neither of
you are ever going back to what you were."
"You're going to be her mother now, not her boyfriend or her husband. No
matter what comes for you both afterward, that is something that won't
change. And don't ignore the possibility that this will not be the only
time you tell us there is a baby on the way. You may not think so now,
but you may very well find yourself facing being pregnant again in the
future after you get your footing."
Jenny shuddered and leaned against his chest a little closer. She hated
hearing the words he was saying to her because they were true.
"Everyone in the whole world is dealing with something that has never
happened before. None of us knows exactly what we're doing, but right now
I know that you need to mourn for her and for yourself and somehow you
can figure out how to start to look forward."
"How can I do that? How can any of us?" she asked him.
"The only way any of us ever could do anything even before the Shift; one
step at a time," he answered slowly.
"Is this what you do?" she asked.
"Every morning I have to look in that mirror," he said. "And I tell
myself the same thing I just said to you."
"Even the mother part?" she asked.
"Especially the mother part. That didn't change even if this...did," he
said gesturing at his body. "And at least I have your father. She's not
happy with it and she is struggling with it too, but at least we're not
apart."
"I don't know what I can do, I don't know if I'm ready to do this and I
don't want to not do it," Jenny said.
"And every woman who ever looked at having her first child just said what
you did in their own way, so you're really not alone in that. But as for
the rest of it I have an idea if you want to listen."
Jenny looked up at him. She didn't say anything but her face told her mom
that she was listening to what he had to say.
"Don't go backwards," he said.
"How so?" she asked puzzled a little by what mom was trying to say.
"You have been dressing as a lovely woman for days now. Until your
grandmother mentioned it, I was thinking that it was just you doing what
you had to do to accept what has happened."
Jenny nodded listening closely.
"You shouldn't back away from that, and no, I don't mean that you would
try to do like Jake is trying to do," he said.
Jenny shook her head in violent agreement with that part.
"You're a woman now, you have to figure out what that means for you. Keep
dressing nice like you have been if you want to do that, but don't let it
limit you. You have so many faces that you will need to wear that you
shouldn't get the idea that you need to lock yourself onto a narrow path
and only that path is what being a woman should be. Your sister had her
whole life to determine what kind of woman she was going to be for the
most part and to learn what she needed to do it. You take your time as
well."
Jenny forced herself to really listen to what mom was telling her now.
"Do it on your terms. If you want to just be relaxed most of the time, do
it. If you want to always wear dresses, look sexy and be ready to step
out, then do it. You want to wear jeans and a t-shirt, fine. But figure
it out for yourself. Things are going to change a lot in the next few
years, but once they all settle down you're going to deal with the same
three things every woman and every man for that matter has to deal with
when it comes to what you are."
"What three things do you mean?" Jenny asked a little puzzled about where
this might be going.
"They all come down to what is expected of you as a woman. However much
society changes because of this, there is still going to be some standard
eventually that you will be held to. We don't know now just what it's
going to settle out as, but when whatever comes to be arrives, it's going
to be what we live with. More importantly, at least for yourself, you
always have the measure of what you expect to hold yourself to. And when
you are eventually with someone, whenever or whoever that is, you'll have
that person's expectations shaping you. Be the woman you are, but make
sure you shape her first, before someone else does and once you do, don't
look back."
"Did you tell this to Kim?" she asked him.
"I told this to Kim when she started puberty," he said. "I had to remind
him of it a few weeks ago after I got myself somewhat under control."
"Is it doing him any good?" Jenny asked thankful for not being the sole
focus of the conversation just for a moment.
"I don't know," he said. "Kim has Jake in the mix and I have no idea how
that is going to work out. I wish I had better feelings about it, but I
think it's going to be a mess for all of us."
"Thanks mom," Jenny said. "I may not leave in the morning after all.
There is something I think I need to do."
Jenny's mom stood up and handed her some tissue. "You get cleaned up and
come out when you're ready. He leaned over her and kissed her on the
forehead before opening the door and leaving her to herself.
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Year 1 A.S. Day 39
Jenny woke up the next morning a little after 4 a.m. That was about
normal, the first week or so when she flew home she ended up
automatically waking up long before anyone else stirred from the bed. It
would taper off in the next few days as her internal clock synced once
more with this time zone.
Talking with mom last night had been emotionally exhausting and she had
no trouble falling asleep. How much of that was from mom shaking the
mental burden she was carrying she wasn't sure. She opened her smaller
travel bag and started looking for what she needed. She found it about
halfway down jammed into a ball in one corner. It was a loose pair of
pants with a similarly loose jacket. The jacket had woven knots to keep
it closed when you wore it and both were a light yellow color. She put
them on with a pair of rope soled slippers and went outside in the yard.
After she queued up the music she was looking for on her smart phone she
turned down the volume enough that she was pretty sure that she wouldn't
wake anyone up. Other than the noises from insects and other early
morning dwellers still moving around at this hour she was alone.
The music started a minute or so later and she started moving into the
forms that she had memorized when Sonya had interested her in taking this
up. She concentrated on her breathing and shifted her body in specific
rhythmic patterns. Move into position, pause, shift direction, breathe,
repeat. Foot movements flowing up her body into extending arm motions in
slow precise ways.
For an hour or more she lost herself in the familiarity and concentrated
on what she had to do to reach her goal. When the music stopped she
realized that she had also gotten covered in a light sheen of sweat from
her exertions. The sun was just starting to rise and dawn's light made
the outside trailer light she had turned on for this no longer necessary.
She decided that she would use the larger shower in the house to clean up
instead of the cramped little shower alcove that they had built into the
travel trailer.
She grabbed a towel and headed in. The door to the kitchen was unlocked
and when she went into the room dad was there nursing a cup of coffee and
looking out the window into the back yard.
"That was beautiful," she said, taking a sip of her coffee. "I've never
seen you do that when you visited before. What was it?"
Jenny wasn't surprised that she was up, no matter which form dad wore she
seemed to enforce being an early riser on it. The coffee smell filled the
room and this morning it was not what she needed. She dropped the towel
and rushed to the bathroom. There wasn't much to empty out, but somehow
her stomach made up for it and found something somewhere, much to her
regret.
When she cleaned up she headed back to the kitchen. Dad had opened the
windows and had a fan blowing the coffee smell out.
"Sorry," she said. "I forgot that was your kryptonite."
"Not every time, but often enough," she replied.
Dad put a glass of orange juice in front of her and she drank it with
murmured thanks.
"That was T'ai Chi," she said after she drained the glass.
"So it's like karate then?" dad asked.
"Similar, but not exactly the same. It's related to martial arts, but
it's more to focus the mind in harmony with the body. Sonya did it for
years and she got me to join her in the mornings a couple of years ago.
We would join a group almost every morning together."
Her dad nodded and asked her if she felt up to having something to eat.
Jenny said yes and said she wanted a quick shower first. Dad told her not
to worry and to take her time. She picked up her towel and walked to the
bathroom and locked the door behind her.
She stripped off the baggy shirt and pants and shucked off her slippers.
She looked at herself naked in the bathroom mirror. It was something that
she had avoided for the most part since finding out that this was
permanent. But after last night's talk with mom she decided that it was
something she needed to do. She looked at herself slowly starting at the
top of her head. She had long thick black hair. It hung midway past her
shoulders. She looked at it and consciously thought of it as hers.
She looked at her face, the heavy glasses she needed so everything was
not just a collection of blurs with her dark beautiful eyes behind them
and the soft skin on her face and lips. Her gaze traveled down her
slender neck to her small firm breasts. She looked at the darker skin of
her small areolas with her large nipples hardening slightly from the
morning chill. Her slim fingers and small hands rose up her hips and
rested on the slight swelling that marked her belly. In the mirror she
watched her hands move down and brush the dark hair of her pubis and the
space between her legs where her wider hips left a gap between her
thighs. She looked at her slim smooth legs and continued downward moving
her eyes from the mirror when she couldn't see any more until she was
looking down at her small feet.
She moved one hand back up and felt her fingers cup her outer labial
lips. She wasn't doing anything sexual though. She just stood there
feeling the sensation of her hand cupping her vaginal opening. She moved
her hand away from there back down to her side and looked herself in the
eyes. "Good morning, Jenny," she said to herself. She looked down the
length of her body and rested both hands on her belly. "Good morning
Sonya," she said to the baby. Then she turned and stepped into the
shower.
When she had dried herself off and wrapped her wet hair in the towel she
slipped back into the baggy suit. It would be good enough to wear back to
the trailer where she could get changed into something else. She went
back into the kitchen. Mom and dad were both moving around making
breakfast the way they did together most of the time.
"You feel up to the day now?" Mom asked putting some eggs on a plate and
passing it to her to put on the table. "Better anyway," she answered and
took the next plate her dad handed to her. "Greg said he'd be here in a
bit with Dianne," she said. Jenny ignored dad's slip and expected it
wouldn't be the last time she fell into old speech patterns before she
finally adjusted.
"Can I kidnap you for a couple of hours mom?" she asked. "I have
something I need to do before Kira and I get going if you can."
"I don't see why not," mom answered piling toast onto a plate and
bringing it to the table. "I don't have to meet George and your grandma
until after one this afternoon. What are you needing to do?"
Jenny held up her heavy glasses. "I think I need to get these taken care
of and something else if we can get enough time for it."
Mom nodded that he could and sat down. Jenny bit into the bacon and
thanked whatever power it was that hadn't inflicted Kim's reaction to it
on her.
After she got some food into her, she quickly changed from her exercise
clothes into a pair of jeans and a shirt with gashes cut into the sleeves
to show her arms while covering her shoulders. Town wasn't far from them
so it didn't take long to get there.
"So what was it you wanted here?" Mom asked her when they walked into the
superstore.
Jenny looked over at mom and felt a moment's hesitation before she said
to hell with it mentally.
"I need your advice," she answered.
"With what?" he asked as they walked through the aisle.
"I want your advice on picking out some cosmetics," she said quickly.
"All right," he said and started heading toward the cosmetics department.
"How far do you want to go with this? Do you want everything or is there
a limit?" he asked when they got there.
"Lipstick for sure," she said, "and one other for now. Maybe some eye
shadow. I don't want to get in over my head."
"It doesn't work that way," mom said. "Using cosmetics builds on each
part you are using. When you know what to do you can get away with less.
but you have to remember it takes practice before you can get away with a
minimalist touch. At the very least you need a foundation and some powder
as well as whatever you get."
Jenny bit her lip. "What do you suggest then?"
"If you want it simple maybe you should just get some eyeliner for now."
Jenny thought about it and agreed. Mom took her to the counter and he
spoke with the man there. Jenny sat still in the chair while mom and the
salesman began going over each aspect of what she needed and how it
worked together. When they finished Jenny looked at herself in the small
mirror and saw just how much change even the little bit they did made in
how she looked. They spent a while longer choosing what to get and
finally settled on two more shades of lipstick and a small assortment of
eyeliners. After they paid for it Jenny led the way to the small salon by
the entrance. "I need your help with this too," she said stopping in
front of it. "I don't know anything about this and I thought you should
be the one to keep me from completely screwing it up."
"Are you sure you want to get it cut?" mom asked. "It'll be more time
than you think it will be to grow it out this long again if you don't
like it and next time you should do this first if you come for hair and
cosmetics."
"I know, Sonya always avoided getting anything major done with her hair.
She spent years letting it grow, but she never did anything complicated
with it," she said, "but I can't do what she did when she did get
creative so it's either do it right my way or look like a squirrel lives
on my head. I never had long hair before and cutting it all off is
something I just don't want to do."
Before mom could bring up last night she quickly added, "I want to do
this for me, she has nothing to do with it. It's my hair now and I want
to do it right."
Mom accepted her word on it and they sat down and started leafing through
the magazines and hair books. They passed examples back and forth. Mom
vetoed several outright as being too labor intensive to maintain and in
one case as 'a damned criminal thing to do to such a beautiful head of
hair'.
Eventually they settled on a style that would be easy to maintain until
she knew better and would not be an affront to mom's feminine
sensibilities. Jenny still lost over six inches in length when it was
done and looking at the finished job she was pretty satisfied with it. On
the way out the stylist started pointing to the rack of hair care
products and listing what she should be using from now on. Jenny started
to wave her off when mom again intervened and told her to reconsider.
"Your love of just one shampoo/conditioner combo is over. You're going to
need more than that if you want to do it right."
Jenny backed off and let the stylist walk her though it. Mom vetoed a few
things again, but when they walked out finally, Jenny had a much heavier
bag to put in the car than she planned on.
"Where to now?" Mom asked slipping behind the wheel and cranking the
engine. Jenny took her glasses off and held them between them. "This,"
she said. Mom nodded and backed the car out.
Once they got to the one hour place they didn't need to take as long.
Jenny's prescription was current so she didn't need an exam. She and mom
browsed through what they had available until Jenny settled on a much
less noticeable set of frames than the heavy ones Sonya had favored. They
decided to get something to eat while waiting for the glasses to be
finished.
They stopped at an all you can eat Mexican buffet not that far away. It
was one of the few restaurants still open and from the number of cars in
the parking lot it was seeing a lot of traffic. If the management had any
thoughts about the amount of food that Jenny was capable of inhaling they
learned that they were mistaken when she went back for her fifth plate.
"God, I'm still hungry," she complained sitting down.
Mom chuckled. "Girl you're just getting started," he said. "Trust me when
I say that little figure of yours isn't making it out of this alive."
Jenny shuddered and kept eating. After she finally finished they went
back and picked up her new glasses. She had also left her other pair as
well to have the lenses dyed for sunglasses, but they weren't ready yet.
She told them that she would be back later that afternoon and went back
with mom to go home. When they got into the car mom didn't start it right
away. He looked at Jenny with her new hairstyle, new glasses and the
minimal color the new shade of red lipstick gave her lips.
"What is it?" Jenny asked after a couple of moments.
"I'm just taking it all in," he said.
"Taking what in?" she asked already feeling self-conscious.
"Probably the first thing you've done for yourself as a woman."
Jenny stopped herself from answering right away and realized that mom was
right. She had done a lot of female things since the Switch, but this
truly was the first thing she had done for herself. Her first steps in
determining what woman she was going to be.
"It is," she said simply. "I was listening to you after all."
"I'm glad is all," he said. "I was worried that I pushed you too far last
night."
"You didn't," she said and then looked at her mother. "Just what was the
first thing you did for yourself as a man?"
"I changed my cologne. The one your father favored was nice and I did
like it, but the one I have now is better in ways he never thought to ask
me about."
"And how did she take it?" Jenny asked as mom started up the engine and
got ready to back out.
"She noticed it, didn't see why I bothered at first, but it didn't take
her too long to see why I changed it."
Jenny turned her head slowly toward her mother. "You did not just say
what I think you just did."
"I didn't say anything really," he said and turned his attention back to
driving.
But just as they turned onto the road home he started whistling dads 'get
lucky' song and Jenny struggled between turning a deep shade of red and
laughing uncontrollably.
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