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The Wish Shift Part Three The Heat of Her Summer Wish shift: Chapter Twenty Three Dreamscapes Year 1 A.S. Day? The first thing I noticed was the reek all of the flowers. The smell of them made the air noxious with their scent. It surrounded me and seemed like it was impregnating even my clothes. It was in my hair and lingered like a thick blanket in my nose and mouth. It was sweet and warm. I could feel soft satin covering me entirely except for my hands. My fingers are bare. I wondered where it came from. I didn't own anything in satin. But it's here now, tightly fitting around my arms and clinging to my enormous belly. I glanced down at it. How did it get so big? I know I'm about six months, but this is much too big. I don't remember being like this. I shift my feet and feel my heavy engorged breasts straining against the bodice that is keeping them tight against me. When I shifted my feet I also felt something new. I'm wearing silk stockings. They envelope my legs and I can feel them ending in garters on my upper thighs. Fabric moves against my silk clad legs. I'm draped in and completely covered by more long folds of satin, silk and lace. I can't see very clearly either. Where are my glasses? If I'm wearing my contacts then why is all I see is a fine white haze in front of my eyes. It makes everything fuzzy, but it's not fuzzy the way it should be if I didn't have my contacts in or my glasses on. God my ankles hurt I think to myself. I don't even have to look at them to know how extremely swollen they are right now. The shoes I'm wearing pinch my feet a little and I wish I could sit down right now. But I can't. There's an important reason I know, but I can't think what it is right now. I bite my lower lip against the mounting discomfort. What's that? Somebody is taking my hand. They are pulling me slightly. They want me to turn to the right. Whoever it is they are holding my left hand. I've got something in my right though. I move my fingers as silently as I can. It's cloth with thin paper inside. There are long round sticks in the paper. I smell roses. That's what they are. They're rose stems. I can feel them with my bare fingertips. I look down. The haze is gone when I do that. I'm looking down at my left hand in a pair of fingerless gloves. I'm clasping a small bouquet of white roses wrapped tightly in white silk and tissue paper. I feel movement by my shoulders. That's easy to tell because they are bare. I think that my shoulders and my neck are the only part of me besides my fingers that don't have anything on them. The hands touch something resting lightly on my shoulders and then the haze is lifted. I feel something light and almost insubstantial go past my eyes and feel it being placed over the back of my head. It drapes back and falls over my hair. It's a veil. Why would I be wearing a veil? It didn't make any sense to me. Someone has been talking this whole time while I've been trying to figure out what is going on. Wait a minute. They're talking to me. The words are so formal though. He's asking me something. I should have listened to the words. They're waiting for an answer. Hurriedly I blurt out, "I do." Why did I say that? I know I'm supposed to somehow, but why? I feel something cold touch my finger on my left hand. I look down. The man is holding my hand and he is sliding a ring onto my finger. I look around. It's an altar. I'm standing in front of an altar. I breath in. I'm getting married. It's awkward holding still. I look down at myself again. Am I really that pregnant? I ask myself. I look enormous. Am I...nine months pregnant now? It looks like it. What happened to the last three months. I look at the man holding my hand. My new wedding ring sparkles. Why can't I remember what happened between then and getting married now? No, I'm not getting married. I'm married already. They just finished and my new husband is still holding my hand. I'm married. I look at him. I can't disbelieve what my eyes show me. He's my husband now. I feel the babies move. I must be ready to have the twins any day now. Is that why we got married this way? Did he insist on it or did I do that? I think about it. I'm becoming a little more certain now. I did it. I'm the one who insisted. The babies are almost here and he's already been taking care of me all of this time. Of course it was my idea. I wanted him to be my husband. I need him and I want him to take care of us and be a father to them. The minister is saying something. I miss it again. Oh, he said he could kiss his bride. That's me. I'm the bride. He's going to kiss me now. He's leaning down to me and I bend my head up. I'm doing my best to embrace him without losing my balance. His hands are holding me and I feel him supporting me so that I won't fall. I'm so pregnant, but he draws me close. I feel my husband's lips on mine. I want to taste him and I open my mouth to let him in. I feel his tongue touching mine and I closed my eyes and lean into him. I'm having my first kiss as his wife. The applause of our guests rings out loud behind us. I cut my eyes to the right so I can see them all. I feel so happy. We did it. I'm his wife now. When he finally breaks from our kiss, we slowly turn to face our guests. I look past the long rows of all of the people who came to see us take this step. There, on both sides of the doors. Those mirrors on the far side of the church are so large. They're reflecting everything. I see myself and my husband's distant images looking back at us. My husband, I thought looking at our reflections. I have a husband. I'm his wife now. I'm listening to the applause and didn't hear as the minister introduced him as my husband and me as his new wife. I'm too busy. All I can think about is that in a moment, I'm going to stop being a bride. I was when I walked up that carpet, but now when I walk back down the aisle it's as a married woman. I can't think of how I got here to this point, but I'm here. I'm supposed to be here. Does it really matter that I can't think of when he became so important to me? Does it matter I can't think of how or when we decided that we needed to do this? I look at myself in the far away mirrors. My wedding dress really fits me well even with my belly so swollen with twins. He takes my hand and starts to help me down the steps. I got married I think again. I'm his wife now. I'm not Jenny Minton anymore. I haven't been Jenny Minton for very long, but now I'm not her anymore. I have his name now. My babies are going to have him as their father. We'll all have his name. I walked past mom and dad sitting in their seats. My whole family is smiling at us. They're so proud of me. They're so happy for me. They're so happy that we did this. They know he'll take care of us from now on. That thought makes me smile so brightly I can see it clearly in the far mirror. We take another step toward the far doors. Some of the people on the groom's side of the aisle shake his hand in congratulations as we passed. I'm so happy that my new husband's friends and family so obviously approve of me. I won't let him down I tell myself. I'm going to show him that he made the right choice when he asked me. I'm not just going to be his wife. I'm going to be just the kind of wife he needs me to be. It didn't matter that I started out as a man, I'm a woman now and every day after this I'll be his woman. I didn't think I could be this happy. I leaned my head against him. I promise myself that I will make him never regret asking me. Someone on my side of the aisle strokes my belly and congratulates me on finding such a wonderful father for my babies. I can't think of who they are. I should probably know them. They are encouraging me to show him how much he means to me by having babies for him as soon as I can. I shake my head in wonder in wonder at them. Here I am married less than five minutes, about to pop and someone at my wedding is telling me to get pregnant again before I even finish walking down the aisle? What are they thinking? How foolish did they think I was? Of course I'm was going to get pregnant again right away. I have an overwhelming need to have a baby with him as soon as we can. I need to show him how much I adore and need him. No matter what else I do there is nothing I can think of that would demonstrate that to him more completely. I want his baby inside of me. I can't think of how many we talked about wanting to have right now. It doesn't matter to me at the moment. However many as we wanted, I'll give them to him. The mirrors loom up on each side of us. We're getting ready to pass through the door and then everyone outside will see us together like this. It's so wonderful to be a woman today. Today I'm his wife and until right now I didn't realize how much I wanted to just be that. I'm his wife now. I can't get that thought out of my mind and I don't want to. I want to keep how I feel right now echoing there forever. I'm a wife and I'm almost a mother. And I already know that as soon as I can I'll be a mother again. I look at him in the mirror as we are about to pass it. I can hardly wait for when I will get to tell him that I'm pregnant again. And when I tell him I'm pregnant, this time it will be our child inside me. The shadow of the door passes over us and we step through. I blink and look around. We just walked out of the church. Where is he? We're supposed to be outside, but we're not. How did I get home? I hear the noise of the children playing loudly in the next room. I look down at what I was doing. God this place is still a mess. How did I get so far behind? I reach down to pick up some toys and I see the diamonds sparkling on my finger. I never get tired of looking at my ring. I'd like to keep looking at it more, but there is still so much to do and all of the kids keep distracting me. I stop and lean back to stretch and rub my back. My five month pregnant belly was putting that familiar pressure on my back. I have to hurry. I have to finish cleaning the living room as fast as I can and I have to get dinner started. I look over at a wall clock. My husband is going to be home soon and I need to be ready when he gets here. He has such firm expectations of me. But ever since we got married I've been devoted to meeting them. I'm his wife after all and this was what I'm supposed to be doing. The kids are calling for me. I gather up the rest of the toys and make my way to their playroom. I open the door and look at what they are doing. The one year old is sleeping in her crib, The two year old boy is in his playpen, The two boys three and four are playing with blocks and plastic cars in the corner. My oldest boy is engrossed in some play-doh creation he is making. His five year old twin sister throws herself at me and wraps herself around one of my legs. "Mommy!" she shrieks happily. I tell my little girl to be careful, that she doesn't want to hurt the baby when she does that. "I want daddy, when's daddy coming home?" she plaintively asks. I lowered myself as far as I can down to my beautiful little girl's level. "Soon sweetie," I tell her, "Daddy will be home soon." "I want my new little sister," she says, "I'm tired of brothers. When's my new little sister coming?" I look down at my six children and place her little girls hand on my belly. "Not for a little while sweetie, four more months. It's a long time for you, but she'll come soon and as soon as we can after that we'll have another baby growing here." I feel my little girls hands moving over my swollen belly and felt so happy again that I chose to be his wife and their mother. It's all I want to be now. "I want her to come now," my little girl insists. I look down at my daughter to tell her she needs to be more patient and that soon her new baby sister will be here. I'm not looking at my little girl though. I see a young woman's body in front of me and I stand up so I can look into her eyes. Sonya's face looks back at me. Sonya's adult face. The one I see in the mirror every day. She looks at me and her eyes fill with overflowing tears that started spilling down her cheeks. "You forgot me. Why did you forget me James?" Sonya says to me. "I needed you to keep me alive and you forgot me." Each word coming from Sonya's mouth drips with her agony and sorrow. "But I didn't, I couldn't," I protest, trying to reach for her. To touch her, to comfort her, to make her understand that she is always there inside of my heart and my mind. "You did. You forgot me. You made yourself into someone else and now I'm gone. There's nothing left of me. You forgot me," Sonya says screaming the last part and bursting into ashes that whirl and scatter. The ashes float around the room and disappear. I scream and scream and scream. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Year 1 A.S Day 138 Jenny woke up thrashing against the sheets. She tried to roll over out of the bed, but she was too tangled in them. Her hand fumbled at the bedside light switch. The light flashed bright blinding her as it dispelled the darkness. She curled around her pregnant belly, her body violently shaking and sobbing until she finally started to calm down. Her tears finally began to ebb and her rapid breathing began to slow. She blinked against the light looking around the room and trying to force herself stop shaking. "Oh, god," she heard herself say. "I didn't forget you Sonya, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't." -You have to be her mother now. She heard her mother whisper in her memory. -You will become someone else Dr. Warren whispered -It's inevitable. -She may as well be dead to me. Her own words to Derek. The words stung and lashed her thoughts and she had no place to hide from them. She lay with the light on crying slow tears until they finally stopped. Most of the dream was fading, but not Sonya's tortured face. Not her accusations. She felt her mind clear a little from the foggy aftereffects of the nightmare. She started to slowly unwind the sheets from around her legs. When she was finally clear, she moved her legs over the edge of the bed and rolled into a sitting position. She looked down at herself. She was still pregnant, but she was only six months like she was supposed to be. The twins started kicking each other in her womb, probably upset by her nightmare as well. She had to shift around a bit on the bed before she could get them to stop. She slowly stood up to go to the bathroom to get some tissue for her eyes. And when she did she also realized something else. Her pussy was very, very wet. Jenny was still so frightened from Sonya's dream accusations she had somehow not registered that when she was finally awake. It had shaken her so much to hear those painful words from Sonya. But she now also thought about the rest of the dream and how she was thinking of herself as she moved throughout that dreamscape. She remembered how the woman she was in the dream was consumed and dominated by her intent narrow focus on being no more than what she was there. What frightened Jenny more was that she couldn't remember being forced to be like that. The overriding desire that animated her to be a submissive housewife focused on being a mother over and over again had came from inside her in the dream. She had gladly imposed it on herself there and she couldn't figure out where that had came from. She had spent the last few months becoming a woman, but she didn't believe it was this woman. She didn't see herself like that. She wasn't that kind of woman, was she? She didn't think she wanted to be like that, but even as she was telling herself that, other memories stirred. The night in her apartment in Shenzhen. How she had surrendered so completely to herself. How she had let her body define who she was and drive her headlong into embracing being nothing more than someone who was focused on that one narrow slice of what being a woman was. Even though she had talked with Dr. Warren about this months ago, tonight that feeling came back to her. She thought about herself and how she had already slipped into a submissive position with Derek. Since she had become too large to get behind the wheel, she had freely given him so much say over her. She wasn't sleeping with him and he had never done anything to make her think that he expected her to. They hadn't even had anything that she would even call a official date. They just hung out a lot. And still, he was the most influential man in her life right now. He took time out of his schedule without complaint to drive her around, but that was also a trap in a way. If none of her family were here to visit her she was completely dependent on him. And since he was here for her, her family had felt more relaxed about her situation and didn't come down as much the last month or so. She thought about how much of her life revolved around the decisions that he made or had influenced. She didn't have to look too far to see how that had manifested. She looked at herself in the mirror. The new contacts, finally giving in Dianne and agreeing that she should be getting her nails done regularly because of his reaction to it, and how she chose to dress now. All his influence or done in some way for him. They had regularly eaten together for weeks now, always out and the only time that they had eaten at home had been when she had him over on weekends and she was mostly the one cooking then, even if it was just on the grill. But after so many times, she couldn't remember the last time she had been the one to choose where they went. What's more she couldn't remember the last time he had allowed her to pay for anything, even outside of Java Jolts. She did remember what he said to her once though. That she may have been a man before, but she was a lady now. And she had just accepted it. The gratitude she felt for what he was doing for her had encouraged her to defer to him over and over. Until now, without realizing it, she just came to take it for granted that Derek should make most of these decisions for her. -You'll be with someone and they will shape you. Mom's words again. But mom hadn't mentioned that you would have it sneak up on you. When he said that to Jenny she was thinking that it would need to be a boyfriend or husband and it would be being blatant and clumsy, but there was this way as well. The slow erosion you gave into as that occurred until you looked up and things were different. The thing was Derek wasn't trying to force her. She racked her memory but she couldn't think of any time when a change was insisted on as the price of keeping him around or having him do something. He was just being the kind of man he knew how to be and she hadn't been forced to be anything else, but what she had allowed herself to be. She looked at the way Derek treated her and realized that in many ways, Derek was like the way Jenny had been before the Shift. That was what had attracted her to him. Her mouth froze in a big O and she realized the full implications of what she just thought. Her head reeled. She had to sit down. She stumbled into the main room and lowered herself onto a chair. "I'm attracted to Derek," she said slowly. Just hearing the words out loud made them suddenly, utterly concrete. "I am, I really am," she said to herself. The words finalized something deep inside her very being, something that had been growing unobserved and unnoticed. That it was her voice speaking them now gave them a weight that another's voice would not have had. She reached for her phone, unplugged it from the charger and dialed mom. She had to talk with him now. She sat in the chair fidgeting while it rang. "Jenny?" she heard his sleepy voice answer. "What is it? What's wrong?" "I think I love him," she blurted out and realized that she was not saying anything that was new, just recognizing something that already was there. "What?" he said still sleep confused. "Who loves think?" "I think I've loved him for a while now," she said more slowly. "Give me a moment Jenny," she heard his voice say. "Let me wake up and get my thoughts straight." Another part of the dream suddenly stood out to her. In the dream she was getting married to Derek. She hadn't noticed who it was because in her mind he was the only one that could be her husband. She was there to become his wife because that's what she wanted to be. When the minister introduced them she heard his name after hers and it hadn't registered to her, because in the dream that was what was supposed to be. She thought about loving Derek, now that she had given recognition to it. The thought was new and fresh in her mind, but it already had deep roots in the woman she was making herself into. She thought of being his wife and the thought made her heart thump and her pussy start to get a little wetter again. The shadowy dream man she thought of when she used her vibrator may have not had Derek's face, but it had been him. Each time she imagined him, he had, without her thinking about it, become more and more like Derek. After she realized that now, she knew that it was his hands she wanted touching her. His lips on hers. Him inside of her. She didn't want him as a dream anymore she realized. She wanted him. "Ok," she heard mom say. "I'm awake enough now I can understand you. Now what were you saying?" "I realized that I love Derek," she said to him. "And what made you realize that," he said. "I'm not surprised really, you've been dating him for weeks now in everything but name and he goes out of his way so much for you. Everybody's basically been seeing it but you." Jenny started telling him about the dream. About the wedding, about being in their home, about Sonya's accusation. She didn't tell him about how many kids she had there or about her wanting to be that kind of wife. She told him about how it ended and how she was trying to puzzle it through after it woke her up and then realizing by accident that she loved him. Jenny's pussy started getting wetter as she thought about that. "I really love him mom. I don't know where it came from, but I do. I love him and I want to be his wife," she said slowly, "Not his wife in a dream. I want it for real. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so much since the Shift happened." "You think I couldn't understand that honey?" he said to her. "If there's anyone you could talk to who would, it's me. When your father went back to Ft. Polk that first time, I knew I wanted to only be with him then. I think I took less time than you before I understood that I wanted to be his wife." Sonya's disturbing words to her in the dream. Some part of Jenny had recognized deep inside her this desire that was blossoming. Maybe her lingering love for and unconscious guilt over what had happened to Sonya had kept her from recognizing this new love that had been growing, maybe it encouraged her to refuse to acknowledge it altogether. Something had to give between holding on to a lost love and embracing the new one and it finally had. "I loved Sonya," she said. "I loved her so much and I wanted to be her husband." "I know honey," he said. The idea that she had someone she loved as a woman and who she would readily marry couldn't be ignored by Jenny anymore. She needed to find out if Derek loved her too. She was pretty sure he did. She wondered how fast things would move between them if he did. She thought of herself in her wedding gown almost ready to pop like the dream had showed her. Was she telling herself that, that was what was coming? She didn't know. She did know that the next time she spoke with Dr. Warren she would have a lot to talk about with him. "But I love Derek too," she said. "And it's different. I knew I could be a woman for myself, and I never thought I could want to be a woman for a man. But I love him and I want to be the only woman he needs." "So what are you going to do now that you know?" he asked her. No matter how exhilarated the recognition she had about the idea of loving and wanting to being married to Derek suddenly made her. She still had to come to terms with letting Sonya go. She looked down at the twins in her belly and felt them moving there. "I'm sorry Sonya," she said to her, "I didn't forget you, I couldn't ever forget you, not who you were or who you will be. But I have to let you go. I'll never kiss you again because these are my lips now. I'll never hold you like before because it's my body now. I'll never marry you. That was taken from us. But I'll always have you, because I'm your mother now. And I will always love you. I'm your mother now and always. I love you, but I'm in love with Derek and if he asks me, I'm going to be his wife." "What did you say Jenny?" mom said. "Sorry mom," she said. "I had to talk to the kids." "So what are you going to do," he repeated. "I'm going to go back to bed," she said. "And in the morning I'm going to find out if he loves me the same way." "I think we already know the answer to that one too honey," he said. "Good night mom," she said, "thanks for being there." "Good night." Jenny disconnected the phone and went back to lay back down in the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around herself. She lay there in the dark wishing they were Derek's arms around her. She felt the absent ghost of her wedding ring around her finger. Her pussy ached and she found herself wishing that some parts of the dream were already real. She would see Derek in the morning when he came to pick her up. The hours between then and now stretched on endless in front of her. Her hand rubbed against the children in her belly. "You'll have your daddy here soon babies. Mommy's going to do what she needs to do in the morning. Tomorrow I'm going to start finding out if I'm supposed to be Jenny Peterson now." =================================================== Wish Shift: Chapter Twenty Four The Blooming of the Rose Year 1 A.S Day 139 Jenny got what sleep she could. It wasn't much, but somehow when she got up to start getting ready she didn't notice the lack. She was so animated that she was almost manic in her movements. While she had been lying on the bed waiting for sleep to come to her, she had been turning over all of the different ways that she could use to find out if Derek felt the same for her that she felt for him. After letting a parade of half-baked schemes march through her mind she realized that she needed to stop over thinking this. She already had two ways that she could do this. She could just come out and say it of course. But thinking about doing that made her heart seize up at the thought that he might say no. She couldn't do that. Maybe she would after she had a better idea, but not yet. As she turned it over in her mind she started laughing to herself. What she needed was a little recon. It struck her funny that she would think of something from so far in her past and apply it to her situation now that way. But after she finished laughing she realized that it wasn't that ridiculous of an idea. She started thinking then of all of the women that he had been involved with as James. All of the little things that they had done before they had started the final run that ended with them being together. After she had kicked it around in her head a bit she started picking out the ones that had got her to notice them when she had realized what they were doing. She made a short list in her mind and decided that she would go down it until she found out what she needed to know. And if she failed. Well if she failed, there was always the direct approach of just coming out and asking him. She got out and started getting ready. He would be here soon to pick her up and she needed to get started on this right away. After her shower she started with the most obvious. She looked through the clothes that Hong had sent her. It didn't take long before she found the one that she knew would have caught her eye. It was a gauzy ankle length skirt. It had a pair of shorts made of slightly darker fabric inside it that clung tightly to her legs. The fabric of the skirt was so sheer that it literally was like wearing nothing. She paired it with a blouse that had a deep plunging neckline and short sleeves that only went just past her elbows and trailed off to hang down the back of her arm in a swallowtail cut. She had gotten a lot of different sandals because she knew that it would be hot this summer and the flat sole would be much easier on her as well. She looked over what she had chosen and looked at some of the jewelry that mom, grandma and Dianne had either given her or helped her pick out. She thought about what had gotten her attention and started looking through what she had. The last thing she went looking for was a gift from mom. It was a small bottle of perfume that she had yet to even open. She put it aside and started working on her hair first. She knew what she wanted to do. She brushed and pulled and pinned until she had it so one side of her face was bare. The rest had been shifted over to fall on the other side of her face leaving her left earlobe easily seen. She took her time on her face and made sure that she covered all of the spectrum. It took her a little while to get it just right, but she was glad that she hadn't balked at learning how to do this properly. She still needed more practice, but with what she wanted to find out she would get a lot more and that would not be an issue for too long. She carefully stepped into the outfit she selected and then turned to her shoes. She had adopted the Chinese habit of not wearing her outside shoes in the house most of the time soon after she moved there and she had kept doing so when she came back, but she needed to get ready in the bedroom for right now and that meant having to make an exception today. Once she finished she put in the earrings that she wanted to wear today. She decided to go with a little dangly. These ones were three silvery tubular triangular seashells grouped close together and enclosed in a delicate hoop. These ones were Sonya's but she had never really worn them that often so they never had much of a strong association for Jenny. She picked out the matching necklace and put it to the side. Lastly she applied the perfume the way he had seen her girlfriends apply it over the years. She was almost ready. She went hunting through the cabinets until she found the handbag that Dianne had given her at the beach. She transferred what she really needed to it from her murse and went into the kitchen to get a little tea until he got there. The kitchen section was getting more cramped for her now. She had to maneuver a little more to get in there recently, but she could still get what she needed for now. It occurred to her that she finally may have to look into moving the majority of her cooking outside to the grill or settle into dining out even more than she was doing already. Derek pulled into her lot a little after eight. Since he had started picking her up, he had gotten into the habit of just going to Java Jolts after he dropped her off at the institute on the days she had to go there and waiting with her when she saw one of her other doctors. She was going to do things a little differently today though. She was waiting by the counter when he knocked on the door and then came in. "Hey Derek," she said brightly. He paused getting a good look at her. "Wow," he said, "don't you look good this morning. What's the occasion?" "Nothing really," she lied, "I just felt like it." She picked up the necklace from the counter. "Can you put this on me?" she asked. She handed him the necklace and turned around and lifted her hair from the nape of her neck. She felt him drape the slim chain around her neck and then his fingers working the clasp behind her. He finished it and she felt his fingers pull away. She dropped her hair and turned around. "Thanks so much," she said leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. She walked around him before he could say anything to the back room. "Let me just get my bag and we can go ok?" she called back over her shoulder. "Ok," she heard him mumble back to her. When they got into the jeep she thought he still looked a bit off. She didn't say anything about what she had done at all. She asked him if they could go to Bob's first and he just said he was fine with it and headed that way. She picked one of the half booths over by the window. She felt him slide in beside her and spent the rest of breakfast sitting just close enough to him that she didn't get in his way while still making sure that she 'accidently' brushed against him often. While they were eating she asked him if he could get away for a few hours on Wednesday evening. She told him she wanted to go to City park to see the public showing of the local troupe putting on their annual Shakespeare run. He thought about it and said it sounded fun and he'd see what he could do. He dropped her off at the institute and headed back to Java Jolts to wait there until he opened up. She waited until he had gotten out of sight before she let herself start shaking from what she had done. She walked around high the rest of the day while she was with Dr. Min and Dr. Nakamura. She saw them looking her over, but they didn't say anything to her. When she was finished she walked out to meet Derek so he could take her back to the shop. He gave her her tea and she let her hands trace lightly over his as she took it. When he came out to talk with her during one of the slow patches she asked him if he would rub her neck and upper back for her. It wasn't the first time she had asked him to do that, but when he finished this time she leaned back against him and raised her hand behind her head without looking to squeeze his arm gently in appreciation as she thanked him. When he took her home she lingered with him outside talking. She made sure that she stood close to him and she tried to give what she hoped were subtle signals for him to kiss her before he left. He didn't take her up on it and she was afraid to push it seeing as she had already been so bold with him today. After he left she went inside, got undressed and furiously used her vibrator thinking of him until she was exhausted and fell asleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Year 1 A.S. Day 141 She repeated a variation of this each day after that. Wednesday morning when he picked her up she asked him again if he could get away that evening. He looked surprised and said that he had already taken care of it and said he already blocked that time out for her. When they got to the park the crowds were just starting to mill around and pick their places on the huge lawn in front of the big public stage. Derek had brought a blanket for them to sit on and a small cooler. As they walked across to find a place to spread out she knew what she would do if she were in China. There she would just reach out and take his elbow in her hand as they walked, but while he would not really get the meaning of an action like that like someone there would it didn't mean that he would be dim either. She decided to go ahead and do it anyway and she moved closer to him and leaned against him as they walked. She slipped her arm under his and reached up to hold it with her hand. Derek looked down at her and then quickly looked back up. When they found a good place he spread out the blanket and they sat there talking until it started. She let the play go on for a while until it was just starting to get dark and then she leaned over and lay down on her side with her head in his lap to finish watching it. She looked up at him and asked him if he minded her doing that and he quickly said he didn't. She snuggled against him and went back to watching the play. She thought she did a decent job concealing how she really felt while she did that. She really couldn't concentrate on the play very much. She was too busy enjoying how it felt to be there close to him like this. After a little while she felt his hand come down to rest on her shoulder and when he did that she squirmed a hair closer to him. She couldn't really tell, but she thought she could feel his stiff penis behind her head. She waited a few minutes and slowly reached up without looking to let her hand rest on top of his for the rest of the show. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Year 1 A.S. Day 143 On Friday she told him she wanted to go someplace different for lunch. He asked her what she had in mind and she told him she wanted to go to King Wok. When they walked in a ten year old black girl came out from behind the register and asked them what they wanted to have. By now she had become fairly proficient in her Chinese so she asked the little girl about getting a few things that she expected would be off menu. The little girls eyes opened up wide when Jenny started speaking to her and when she answered she told her that she really didn't expect to hear her speaking to her in that way. That just because she looked Chinese she didn't expect her to speak Chinese. Jenny told her a brief version of how she switched and where. They chatted for a few more minutes while Derek stared blankly as they chattered in a language he knew nothing of. She took them to a close booth so they sat right next to each other and went back into the kitchen and started saying something in Chinese to the kitchen staff. Jenny looked up at him. "You can get something off the buffet for now, but don't get too much," she said. "She said they can make a couple of off menu things for us that I asked her about." The little black girl came out a few minutes later with a small grey- green teapot and two small handle less cups. She poured some of the steaming liquid into them and went away for now. She handed one to him and told him that it was hot and to be careful. "What is it?" he asked sniffing it. "It's Pu'er tea," she said, "I asked her if they had some and she said they did and she could make some up for us." They got a few things off of the buffet, but Derek listened to her and didn't take much. They snacked on what they had gotten until the black girl and a florid faced man of about fifty brought them out the dishes that she had asked for. She chatted with them in Mandarin while they were laying the dishes out and when they went off she thanked them for doing this for them. As they ate she occasionally used her chopsticks to give him small tastes of the different dishes. "Watch out for this one," she said extending him a piece of spicy chicken breast. "They just chop it in smaller pieces when they serve it so you have to watch out for the little bits of bone." Walking out to the jeep he told her how unexpected that had been and asked her why they didn't have that on the regular menu. "Because they're a Chinese-American restaurant," she said. "What we got was what they cook for themselves. That was real Chinese food." She hoped that he would finally kiss her when he dropped her off at the trailer that evening, but he still didn't. She walked into the small home and decided that if he didn't show her any sign that he was going to respond by the end of the weekend she was just going to go ahead and do something herself. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Year 1 A.S. Day 145 Brother Paul watched Derek and the pretty Chinese woman. She seemed very bright and animated when she was talking with him. Derek seemed to be very attentive to her as well. Ever since she had come up to talk to him, Derek had only focused on her and forgotten that Brother Paul was sitting here. She was a lovely woman he thought. She was obviously very pregnant and she was dressed in such a feminine way that every part of her attire complemented her even in her condition. He did not see a wedding ring on her finger though and this made him lower his opinion of her considerably. This lovely woman had obviously paid the price for her own immorality and still did not have the decency to even be ashamed of her condition. She should have had at least a smidgeon of propriety and surrendered herself in marriage to whatever man she had plainly been fornicating with as a measure of her repentance, but clearly she hadn't. As they continued to talk he went over in his mind appropriate brothers who could take this little harlot and guide her into her proper role as a good Christian wife. They were talking about some kind of work she was doing while he was considering suitable candidates for her. He kept hearing them mention the names of different doctors. She was telling Derek how much progress that they had made in the latest part of some experiment she was involved with. Brother Paul looked at Derek again and things fell into place. That woman he had guided into her proper role several weeks ago had mentioned this very woman just before Brother Paul had ushered her into her rightful position. This was the sister she had spoken of he realized. This was what had tickled his memory when he was listening to that confused soul blather on before he helped her to get her mind right. He looked at the diminutive pregnant woman again. That sister had said that the woman she was referring to had been a man before the Rapture. Yet as he watched her now he could not see anything about her that would even suggest that she had ever held even the hint, that within her delightfully feminine frame there had ever been a man there. If he hadn't known about what that confused woman had told him he would have dismissed the possibility entirely. If someone else were to have told him that the woman talking with Derek ever had a trace of masculinity within her he would have had a hard time even giving it credence. Derek. That was the connection he thought. When Derek had approached Cody for help in staging an incident so he could find a way to meet a new woman he had seen and get past her reluctance to speak; this must be the woman he had meant. Cody had told Brother Paul about what Derek had in mind when he had asked him about how Derek was doing. It had occurred to Brother Paul that being involved in such a thing would be a wonderful opportunity to return Derek to his proper place in the flock. If such a scheme were to get out of hand, who would Derek turn to, if not them once it had gone wrong and was over? But it hadn't worked. He looked at her again and tried to match the woman he saw talking to Derek to the brutal she-devil that Cody and Stephan had described to him when he saw them afterward and couldn't picture it. He had told Cody what he and Stephan must do and then dismissed the matter from his thoughts. When it had failed he had been more focused on using Derek's own guilt over his involvement with them to convince him of the need for him to return to them. Derek had been born into the Church. It was his rightful place even though his sinful aunt had led him astray. Brother Paul looked at Derek and again cursed inwardly at the evil that Derek's tainted aunt had worked within him. If it hadn't been for her, Derek would have been raised in the Church and could have been one of Brother Paul's strong right hands today. More importantly, he was one of the Blessed and when the Rapture had swept so many away, Derek might have been a good candidate for being a Brother himself. But that destiny had been denied the boy. At least though Brother Paul could console himself that she was even now just beginning her eternal suffering in the fires of hell. Because of her Derek would never take his rightful place and the best he would ever have in front of him was being a servant of those who would rule in the new world instead of being one of the ruling elite; the new Levites. But how to even get him that close to salvation was the dilemma facing him now. Brother Paul was still somewhat reluctant to use the Water of Truth on one of the Blessed if he didn't have to. Even so he had almost given up on convincing Derek with words already and as they were sitting at the table he had a vial of the drug ready in his pocket to use to bring the wayward boy back to the proper path when he judged the right time had come. Brother Paul's instructions to them may have failed to result in what he had intended, but as he thought about it and watched them it was obvious that clearly Derek had formed a close relationship with this woman afterward. She was the key he had been looking for with Derek he realized. He looked around while they continued talking and considered the little coffee shop. When Derek's parents had operated this location as a Christian book store before their deaths, the income they had provided the Church had been a welcome addition to furthering the Lord's goals. After Derek had been given into the hands of his sinful Aunt, that loss had been felt strongly by them then. Her actions in closing the outpost of faith in favor of this place had grated on him in more ways than just financial. But he had to admit, looking around at what she had built in its place, that before she had been sent to her richly deserved punishment in hell, what she had built was much more successful than what Derek's parents had owned. Now of course the Church would not miss the contribution this place would have made to them, but when he succeeded in returning Derek to the fold, he would feel great satisfaction that Derek's sinful aunt's work in life would be returned to its proper role in supporting the advancement of the faith. He looked at the both of them again as they talked. Yes, she was the key he needed. He discarded the mental list he had been compiling for her and began considering other options. There was something he had been discussing with Brother John recently. What he had been talking about may be much more useful to them if they used it in this fashion. It may even be a better use than the one they had discussed in their efforts to find more effective ways to serve the Lord. A test then would be in order. He looked again at the woman. She had been a surprising source of inspiration to him the last few minutes and Brother Paul was certain it was the Lord's hand actively guiding him right this moment. The woman finished up talking and told Derek that she had to be getting back to visit with J.L. Her fingertips lingered against Derek's as she reluctantly rose to leave. They watched her walk slowly away and down the road to this institute she had mentioned in her conversation with Derek. Brother Paul looked at him. His eyes were following her until she finally passed from sight. "Such a lovely and charming young woman," Brother Paul said. "She just seemed to light up the whole table while she was here," he lied of course. In his personal opinion the woman should have remained in silence and not interrupted them. "Jenny?" Derek said. "Yeah, she is great." "And she seemed particularly taken with you brother Derek," he said. "Yeah, we've gotten pretty close the last couple of months," he said. "I do hope that your close relationship had not brought you both into immoral actions," he chided. "No," Derek said to him. His tone was a little annoyed. He still was under the mistaken impression that how he conducted his life was not any business of Brother Paul's. "I've just been taking care of her since she got too big to drive herself around," he said. "Admirable behavior brother," he said, "a wonderful example of Christian charity, and clearly she does appreciate the sacrifice you make for her. She seemed positively enamored with you just now." "That is new," he admitted, "the last few days it seems like when she is here every spare moment is like that." "And she is the young woman that you mentioned before?" Brother Paul asked. "Oh, yeah. That's her," he said. "Brother Derek, I don't know the young lady, other than what you have told me, but if you'll bear with me I'd like to make you a suggestion," Brother Paul said. "I'm just a humble servant of the Lord and not in any way a worldly man, but it seems to me that she was making an excuse to spend time with you just now, perhaps I'm mistaken though." He watched Derek closely. Most of the time when he came to talk with him he could tell that Derek was just being polite with him, but this time he was paying close attention. Yes, she definitely is the key he thought. "But if I'm not, then perhaps you should find some way to see if that is the case. Dinner possibly, at your home. Now if we are misreading the young lady, then at the very worst she will politely refuse and at the very least you'll have some charming company for the evening," he continued. "We've already gone out a lot," Derek said, "I come over to her place almost every weekend to cook out, especially when her family is down to see her," he said. "Why that is very encouraging news, brother Derek. And her family? How do they view you?" he asked. "We get along," he said. "They're good people, I like them. They seem to like me." "That is truly marvelous to hear brother. But I can't help but feel though, that in such a familial situation that you wouldn't be able to truly gauge the young woman's outlook towards you properly," he said. "Now, as I said, I don't really know the young woman, but if she is really seeking a way to spend more time with you as you noted, and she does have feelings that she hasn't shared with you, at the very best she would seize that opportunity to let you know that she is receptive to your attentions now." "Either way, I think you would regret not finding out. And I do hope that if it is the last reason that you remember that we would be so pleased to see you both as members of our little flock. I tell you it would surely do our hearts good to see the both of you in the fold," he said. Brother Paul rose from the table and picked up the bag he had placed next to his chair. "I must be going now brother Derek. But it has been so very good to talk with you today." Brother Paul walked away to his car. He would have to make the time to come by a little more often now to see if his suggestions had taken root. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Year 1 A.S. Day 145 Derek looked at Jenny sitting outside at the tables in front. She was drinking her tea and reading again. She had finished Agatha Christie about a month ago. Lately she had been reading old Dashell Hammet stories. Since he had taken over driving her around, her being at Java Jolts almost all the time was not an unusual thing to see. Most of the other regulars would immediately ask him where she was if they came in and she wasn't at her usual table. Derek found himself feeling antsy when he looked out and didn't see her there. Not seeing her in the little nest she had made there for herself made him feel out of sorts, like some pillar that held up a part of his life was missing. She wasn't always there of course. When her family was down she only stopped by for short visits and you wouldn't see her back here until they concluded their visit. "Jeez Derek, just go over and talk to her already," Mindy said to him. "You look like a dog on a broken leash trying to decided if you should leave home without your owner." "I can't go yet Mindy," he said, "I need to ask her something and I want to do it when I take her home, not here." Mindy stopped and looked at him. "Whoa, you're going to ask her to marry you aren't you?" he said his face lighting up. Derek looked back at him. "No, Mindy, I'm not. Where did you even get that?" Mindy cocked his head and looked at Derek. "Hello!" he said. "Ex- girlfriend here. I know what you look like when you're in love. And you've got it worse for her than you ever had for me." "Mindy you know I just want to help her out, we're just... "Good friends," he interrupted. "Yeah, I've been hearing that from you for weeks. And you're as full of shit now when you say it as you were the first time it stopped being true." Mindy reached out and put his hand on Derek's arm. "Derek, I don't know what you're planning, but anyone with a half a brain who has seen you two together the last couple of months can tell you are in love with her. And speaking as your ex-girlfriend and an ex-woman, after seeing her this last week around you I think she just realized that she loves you too." Derek looked back at Jenny. She was looking up from her book and watching them through the glass. No, that wasn't exactly right. She was watching him. She saw him looking and dropped her gaze back into the book again. Mindy came up from behind him. "All week she has been sitting so she can look in here. And I think she's been on the same page of that book for over an hour," he said. Derek hadn't noticed that, but Mindy was right. Before Jenny had always sat facing the road when she was outside, but now that Mindy said it, he couldn't remember seeing her do that at all recently. "So what are you going to ask her that's so important that you can't do it here?" Mindy asked. "I wanted to ask her over to my place for a date," he said quietly. "Are you kidding?" Mindy said. "You guys have been dating for weeks, even if both of you refuse to call it that. You already do everything together. Everyone around here already knows she's practically your girlfriend." "What, you mean she's not?" Teddy chimed in with her high pixie voice. She was openly listening to Derek and Mindy from her table by the counter. "Can it Teddy," Derek said to her. "You know she isn't." "I'm with Mindy on this," she came back at him. "That's bullshit. Everyone around here knows you two are an item." "It can't be that obvious," he said turning back to Mindy. Mindy snorted. "It's been obvious since the first time she walked past the window you've had a thing for her. Jeez Derek, wake up. When's the last time you ever asked her to pay for anything here." Derek looked away, he already knew the answer. "You can't think of it can you," Mindy said. "Cause you don't want her money, you want her." Mindy put his hand on Derek's back. "Just ask her man. You ask her on an official date and I promise you she'll say yes." Mindy turned away and started setting up a couple pots of regular coffee to brew. "And if you don't ask her, I guarantee you she's out there trying to think of some way that she can ask you right now. So just ask her and get it over with." Derek flipped the counter up to walk out and reached for a mug of the tea that Jenny liked to drink. "Ok, I'll do it now." "Good, I'm glad that's finally decided," Mindy said. "So Derek," he said as Derek started to walk to the door. "Can I be your best man?" "Oh come on Mindy," Derek said reaching around for a towel that wasn't there to throw at him. Mindy laughed at him and dangled a towel just out of reach. Derek was coming over to her with another tea. He put it on the table for her and she touched his hand lightly and said thanks to him. Jenny felt so transparent, but she couldn't help herself. She needed to touch him even if it was just briefly like now. "Hey Jenny," he said, "what are you doing tomorrow night after you finish at the institute?" He sounded a bit nervous. She looked up at him. She had a hint of a smile on her lips. She also had gone all the way out on her make up as well he noticed. She usually didn't do that either and now that he thought about it he knew exactly when she had started doing that. "Nothing really, what did you have in mind?" she asked him leaning a little toward him. "I wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner at my place," he blurted out. "I've been to your trailer so many times now and I really haven't asked you over and I thought we could just hang out there." Jenny raised a finger and held it up to his lips. "Shush," she said. "Of course I'll come over," she said, "we've been eating out together almost all the time already. So what could possibly make you think that I suddenly wouldn't want to come now." Derek had sat down when he came over. Now he leaned forward towards her. She felt her breath rush in as he came closer and felt a warm flush all over her body. "Because Jenny this is different," he said taking a deep breath. "Jenny I want to have you over with me as a woman. And not just a friend. I want you with me because you are a woman that I want to be with if that makes any sense. I want to have a nice time with you, just the two of us. No expectations. Just us enjoying being with each other, but I don't want to do it as friends because you mean more to me than just a friend." Oh god she thought. He did it. He really did it. He was watching her waiting for her answer. She realized that her foot was shaking under the table. "I'm not trying to get you to have sex with me," he said quickly. "I just.. She put her finger on his lips again. "Shush," she said again. Jenny felt a little thrill go through her. She decided that she liked doing that to him. She moved her hand from his lips to cup the side of his face and looked steadily at him. "Of course I want to be with you tomorrow night," she said to him softly, deliberately. Cheers erupting from inside Java Jolts made both of them look inside. All of the regulars were clapping and hooting in celebration. Mindy, with his mouth open, was walking around the room exchanging high-fives with them. "If I didn't know any better," she said, "I'd say Mindy just won the pool." "What pool?" he asked. "You don't think they didn't have a pool on us? She answered. "I believe he did win then," Derek said. "Excuse me," he said. "I have to go kill Mindy now." He turned and stalked back into the coffee shop. As he went into the door she shouted to him to make sure he left enough for her to kill when he was done. Mindy fake cowered and retreated to the back room with Derek in hot pursuit. Jenny put her forehead into her hand and just laughed at them. She should have been feeling a little embarrassed by the commotion, but she felt too happy to care. ====================================================== Wish Shift: Chapter Twenty Five And The Fruit It Bears Year 1 A.S. Day 146 Jenny looked at her face in the small mirror on the counter. She ran a quick check on what she saw reflected there. The lessons she had been getting from mom when he came down to visit and all the practice she had recently was starting to really pay off. Blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, all of it looked just exactly the way she wanted it to look. Her hair on the longer side she had used a curling iron on, to make it fall across her cheek in spirals at the very tips. She thought to herself that she was finally ready. She fixed on the delicate earrings that dangled from her lobes like a cascade of ice and turned her head to look at them. She reached for the perfume and spritzed some on her fingers before touching her ear lobes and just between her heavy breasts. She spritzed a little more on one wrist and quickly rubbed them together. She looked at the time. She had a few more minutes before Derek said he would be here. She looked at her thin strapped sandals from the side. She hadn't been able to see her feet any other way for at least six weeks now. Her ankles were a little swollen today, but not enough to bother her very much with what she had planned. She stepped into the gauzy ankle-length skirt she picked out. She remembered how big his eyes had gotten the last time she wore one like it and she wanted him to do that for her again when he picked her up tonight. She slipped the elastic band up so that it rested across her belly. The loose, half-sleeve blouse was last. She carefully lifted it over her head and slid it down. She didn't want to smudge her face. She would have put the blouse on already but she didn't want to take the chance of staining it. She stepped back and went into the bedroom to look herself over in the big mirror there. She liked what she saw reflected there and she really hoped that Derek did too. She was happy as well that she had gotten contacts. She had almost forgotten what it was like to see clearly without glasses. She slowly walked back into the main room and put her cosmetics and her mirror into their carrying bag. She looked over her nails. They didn't need any touching up. She just wanted to admire the deep red ovals. With the red lipstick she was pretty sure she had covered everything for tonight. She heard a car pull into the lot and looked quickly out the window and saw the Renagade stop. It was Derek. She waited until he knocked before she opened the door. "You look fantastic," he said as soon as he got a good look. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Just let me get my purse," she said. She turned around and picked up the small handbag that Dianne had finally talked her into getting. She opened it quickly and checked to see that she wasn't leaving anything she needed, she stepped down. Derek helped her steady herself and she locked the door. Derek helped her into the jeep and they headed to his place. Jenny could see some bags in the back seat with styrofoam containers. The smell coming from them was tugging at her appetite. Derek noticed her looking. "I picked up dinner on the way here, I hope you don't mind. I don't really have a whole lot in the house right now." Jenny reached her hand over and placed it on his for a moment. He looked over to her. "It's alright," she said, "I don't mind, it's the company that counts." She pulled her hand back and let him drive. Inside she was shaking nearly as much as she had when he asked her over last night at Java Jolts. She sat back and alternated between looking at him and looking out the window. Getting to his house couldn't come fast enough she thought. He pulled into his driveway and turned the motor off. After she got out of the passenger seat he helped her up the steps and unlocked the door. "Why don't you go in and I'll go and get dinner from the car." Jenny smiled at him and nodded. She walked into the room and stopped. On the table was an enormous bouquet of roses in a crystal vase. Derek had already set out the table and had taken out the center board so that they could sit closer together. She went over to the couch. She sighed as she settled into the soft cushions. It felt so good, but it was going to be a pain to get out of. Derek laid everything out and when he finished he came over to help her out of her seat. "I hope the flowers aren't too much," he said. "I didn't know how you'd feel about it so I just went with it. I hope you like them." She just smiled at him. The scent of the roses was reminding her of when she married him in her dream. "Why should I mind?" she said to him, "It is a date." He held out his hand for her. She took it and huffed a bit getting up, but once she was on her feet she didn't have any trouble getting over to the table. They took their time with dinner. Jenny felt the building tension inside her and she shoved it down out of the way like she'd been doing ever since yesterday. No matter how long they took, eventually they finished dinner. Jenny asked him to help her back to the couch and once she was settled she asked him if it was alright for her to take off her sandals. He said that it was fine with him, leaned over and helped her loosen the straps and slide them off. She stretched out her red painted toes across the smooth floor. "That feels so good," she said. "Thank you and thank you for dinner." Derek sat down and they watched some TV together, talking about the shows as they did. Jenny kept glancing over to him when she was sure he wasn't looking. She just felt so wound up. She wished he would kiss her and release her from her tension. But he didn't do anything. She leaned over in his direction and lay her head in his lap again.