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The Other Side of Me - Part Three
by Limbo's Mistress
By the time Katie had put on some clothes and made her way downstairs
to the kitchen, I'd managed to recompose myself enough to have a couple
of hot slices of reheated pizza plated up and sitting on the table
waiting for consumption. The cans that had dropped to the floor were
replaced with a couple of unshaken ones, each resting beside a plate.
My sister, now clad in a pair of yoga pants not too dissimilar from my
own, bounced into the room and headed toward the table. Halfway there,
she stopped and stared at me.
"Whoa," she said, her grin falling off her face rapidly. "Are you okay?
You look like you did the time you volunteered to try that anti-vertigo
helmet and ended up tossing your cookies for almost two straight days."
I made a face at the image her words formed in my mind. Luckily, my
Jackson hadn't ever subjected me to that particular experiment. The
only time I'd been violently ill from being a Guinea pig was the time
he thought he'd developed a healthier alternative to Yellow Dye Number
5. Unfortunately, once I'd ingested it, it made everything I ate or
drank taste like a moldy tennis shoe freshly plucked from a sewer.
"I'm fine," I mumbled, moving over to sit at one of the spots at the
table. "It's just been a really long day."
My younger sister took the seat across from me, poking at a chunk of
pineapple with one pinky. "I didn't expect you to be home this early.
Weren't you supposed to hang out with Michelle and Josie this evening?"
"I've got an exam to study for," I answered quickly, picking up one of
my own slices.
Not to mention, I had no idea who the hell Michelle and Josie even was.
If I was going to have any hope of bluffing my way through Charlene's
life for the new little while, I was going to have to do some serious
social media research after dinner. Even still, I had the sinking
suspicion I could do it effectively.
"Especially if I keep hallucinating at odd moments," I mumbled around a
rather greasy bite.
"What?" Katie asked, looking up at me and arching a brow.
"Nothing," I replied after swallowing. I set down the half-eaten slice.
"So, what sort of trouble are you getting into tonight?"
She shrugged, plucking a chunk of fruit off the pie to pop into her
mouth. "I really need to get started on my English paper, but I really,
really don't feel like torturing myself. So, I'll probably just hang
out online for a while and go to bed. Good grades don't just jump in
everyone's lap, you know?"
I nodded, ignoring the subtle barb. Mainly because I couldn't stop
thinking about the incident that had taken place only ten minutes
before. It was all too easy to say that the stress of being ripped
across dimensions had joined forces with the shock of finding myself in
my alternate universe's female body and then teamed up with finding out
my not-Mom had died years earlier to produce one hell of a vivid
hallucination.
But it had felt so real. It felt like I was back in my own home. With
my own mother. In my own body.
Unless Jackson had worked some kind of miracle to repair the broken
machine about three months ahead of schedule, I couldn't put much stock
in the idea that I'd momentarily returned home for a second or two.
Considering the amount of power and coincidence it had taken to achieve
a cross-over the first time, the odd of spontaneously leaping between
parallel worlds should have been practically nil.
Of course, when it came to Jackson's experiments, all bets were off.
"Earth to Charlie," Katie chirped, yanking my attention back to the
present.
"Huh?"
She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. "Are you sure you're
okay? You're really spacing this evening."
I nodded. "I'm perfectly fine," I said, hoping I sounded more convinced
than I felt.
Katie's mouth twisted into a mask of skepticism. "Right. Well, I asked
if I could borrow your new green cardigan to wear to school tomorrow?"
I shrugged. "I guess so. Sure."
She immediately jumped to her feet, pointing one finger at me.
"I knew it!" she cried, waving that finger around like a fencing foil.
"I knew it." She looked me over slowly before bringing her gaze back to
mine, narrowing her eyes. "What did he do this time?"
I stared up at her, feeling like I must have missed something important
and not really liking the direction this conversation seemed to be
going. Though I was pretty sure to whom she was referring, I decided
that I would play dumb.
"What did who do when?"
"Your boyfriend," she replied in a matter of fact tone. "The great
inventor." She tapped the finger against her lips. "Let's see. Raise
your left arm."
Not sure of her train of thought, I played along. Hell, for all I knew,
this could be a standard game played in the Other-Miller household.
Slowly, I lifted my left arm until my fingers were pointing at the
ceiling.
"A-ha!" Katie yelled, practically dancing around her chair with glee.
"I have been waiting forever for something like this! This is going to
be totally awesome!" She planted her hands on her hips and gave me a
rather sassy, superior grin. "Charlie, go to your room and pull out all
the outfits you refused to let me borrow. Take them to my closet and
hang them up neatly."
I frowned as I lowered my arm. "I'm sorry?"
The smile on her face faltered just a bit. "Too much at once? Okay,
let's start simple. Stand up."
"Why?" I asked.
"Stand up," she commanded again.
"Again, why?"
She blinked, confusion swimming across her face. She walked around the
table and leaned in closer, staring right into my eyes. "You aren't,
like, hypnotized or something?"
I leaned in myself, looking right back at her. Then I reached up and
bopped the tip of her nose with my finger. She yelped and hopped back a
step.
"No, I'm not hypnotized, you goof." I snorted in amusement. "Why the
hell would you think that?"
She sighed, plopping down in her chair with a defeated slump in her
shoulders. "Because you've been acting a little out of it since you
came home. Then you simply agree to let me borrow your new sweater
without so much as a warning to not ruin it."
I arched a brow. "So, I don't normally let you borrow my things?" As
far as I was concerned, it shouldn't have been an issue. Didn't sisters
normally share clothes and other stuff like that? I mean, if my Katie
had asked to borrow a shirt or a hat, I wouldn't have refused. I would
have given her a weird look, probably, but not made a deal about it.
She shook her head, rolling her eyes again. "Seriously? No, Charlie,
you do not 'normally' let me borrow any of your clothes. I consider
myself lucky if you give them to me after you're tired of wearing
them. Nine times out of ten, you hand them off to one of your friends
instead." She sighed, flopping down in her chair.
"Oh," I said, trying to wrap my mind around the purpose in my alternate
self's motivation for being so stingy about something as base as
clothing. "I guess I forgot."
She nodded, giving me an inquisitive glance. "Jackson Swiss Cheesed
your brain again, huh?" Her smirk was identical to that of my own
version of Katie.
"What are you talking about?"
"Remember last summer? When your boyfriend tried to boost your memory
so you could ace that hellacious Trig final? Afterwards, you could
perfectly recall every math fact and formul you'd ever seen. It was the
other stuff you couldn't remember."
I stared at her, almost afraid to ask. "What other stuff?"
"Let's see. How to tie your shoes, the months of the year, or Dad's
middle name."
"Oh. Well, that's not all that bad."
"You also couldn't remember your entire freshman year of high school."
She giggled. "It was hilarious."
I groaned, reaching up to rub my temples as I closed my eyes. "Dear
God, I don't know which of us has it worse," I grumbled.
"So," Katie asked, continuing to stare at me, "did Jackson do something
to you? Is that why you're being all nice and weird?"
I opened my mouth, then closed it, contemplating my answer. How close
was Charlene with her sister? Back in my universe, Katie and I were
sort of close. However, there was still a huge divide between us due to
our opposite genders. If we'd grown up as sisters, though, perhaps that
divide wouldn't have existed.
For a second, I debated pretending that everything was fine. That there
had been no mishap, and I hadn't been an unlucky contestant winning yet
another insane, reality-bending prize. We could just eat out dinner in
peace and act like everything was completely normal.
Except ...
The rational part of my brain, already working overtime to keep me from
totally losing it over suddenly finding myself stuck in the completely
wrong body, politely informed me that any hope of success in living my
life as Charlene was going to require more help than her crazy genius
of a boyfriend would be able to offer.
Jackson might know a ton of details about his girlfriend's life, such
as my ... her class schedule, interests, and obvious habits. However, I
somehow doubted he was as adept at the more ... feminine aspects of her
life. Aspects I needed to know in order to present a semi-convincing
facsimile of the girl I currently appeared to be.
I was going to need an ally I could trust. One who would also believe
my story and not immediately call in the guys with the straightjackets
and padded cuffs. Someone who would be more than willing to show off
being the smarter than me for once. A partner willing to walk me
through how to be a proper big sister.
I looked at her without speaking for several long seconds, studying her
anxious face. Finally, I gave my head a single nod. "There was an
...incident in Jackson's lab earlier this afternoon."
She slapped her hands together and laughed. "I knew it! I just knew it!
When you came into my room and stared at me, I knew something was up.
So, Lover Boy screwed something up again. What happened?" Her eyes
sparkled with a gleam that was pure joy. Apparently the Katie in this
universe took great and perverse pleasure in the many accidents that
happened in Jackson's lab.
Just like mine did.
I sighed. "Okay. What I'm about to tell you is pretty, uh, fantastical.
I'm sure your first instinct is to think I've gone bonkers or whatever
is wrong is mental. So, let me assure you that nothing is wrong with my
mind. No Swiss Cheese memories or anything of the sort. Got it?"
After a moment, she nodded once in agreement. "Got it. Of course, if
your brain did have big gaping holes, you wouldn't know it."
I narrowed my eyes. "Katie, there are no holes in my head."
"Given the company you keep, that remains to be seen." Then she held up
her hands defensively. "Sorry. Sorry. Please, continue."
I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs at the knee. I didn't
even realized I'd done it until I had. Kind of scary, actually. For a
moment, I wondered if the subconscious actions would fade over time. Or
would they simply increase? That, however, was a storm for another day.
"Do you remember that old sci-fi show 'Sliders'?" I asked, hoping that
the program was another constant between our worlds.
She gave me a quizzical look. "Not that I am aware. What does it have
to do with what's going on with you?"
Frowning, I held up my hand. "That would have made this so much easier
to explain."
However, before I could begin to explain the wacky story of how I
actually belonged in a parallel dimension, that same impatience led her
to leap back to her feet, covering her mouth with both hands. Then she
lowered one to point at me. Or, more precisely, my mid-section.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?"
I blinked, mouth dropping open for a second before I snapped it shut. I
narrowed my eyes and gave her the most disgusted glare I could summon.
"What? No. Absolutely not! Plus, totally eww!" I waved my hand in the
air as a shudder passed through me at the, thankfully momentary, image
of how such a situation might come about. Dis-gust-ing! "I can't be
pregnant, dummy. Jackson and Charlie have never had sex."
She lowered her pointing arm and a frown danced across her face.
Sighing she began to lower herself back into the seat, pausing a couple
of inches before her bottom touched wood. A double-arched brow
expression of utterly stunned confusion instantly replaced the frown.
"Hold up," she said. "Why did you just refer to yourself in the third
person?"
"I wasn't referring to myself," I said as deadpanningly serious as I
could. "I was referring to Charlene."
Her brow furrowed. "You were referring to Charlene. So, you're saying
that you're not Charlie?"
I shook my head. "No. I am Charlie. Just not your Charlie."
"Not my Charlie."
"Exactly. I'm a Charlie from another dimension. A dimension that is a
lot like this one, with some really big differences."
"You're an alien?" She shook her head. "Wow, Jackson really did a
number on you."
"I'm not an alien, Katie. I'm Charlie. Just not the Charlie that
belongs in this universe." Before she could parrot back my statement as
a question, I stuck out my hand in her direction. "Perhaps I should
clarify. Nice to meet you, Katie. My name is Charles."
The teen stared at my offered hand. Then she looked from it to my face,
her own lips partly hanging open in a mask of complete confusion. Which
was understandable, actually. I had a lot more information about the
situation and even I was still wrapping my mind around it.
"Charles?" She blinked, then ducked her head under the table for a
second. When she came back up, she narrowed her eyes at me. "Are you
saying you have a penis now? Jackson's experiment turned you into a ...
guy?"
I couldn't help but laugh. Was Charlene going through the same thing
with my Katie? Or was she still freaking out about her mom being alive?
There was no way to tell.
"Well, to be exact, the experiment turned Charlene into a guy. As for
me, I now have to deal with this." I gestured at my larger than
comfortable chest.
"Okay, so you're saying that you were a guy named Charles and now
you're my sister, Charlene?"
I nodded.
"So ... where is she?" Katie craned her head to peer around the room.
"If she's now a guy, where is she?"
"At my house," I said. "In another dimension."
She shook her head. "This is giving me a headache."
I could see from the look on her face, I was losing her. Katie had a
plethora of good qualities. Patience, though, wasn't one of them.
"I'm sorry, Katie. You're right, perhaps I was being deliberately
obtuse because I didn't want you to think I was completely crazy.
However, I can tell you're getting ready to get up and leave the room.
Which means you're probably going to avoid speaking to me for the rest
of the night." I leaned forward and put both hands on the table, palms
down. "And I really cannot afford for you to do that."
"Then tell me the whole story," she said, glaring. "Start at the
beginning and go through what happened over at Jackson's. Or else I
will leave."
"Fine. But I need you to keep an open mind. What I'm going to tell you
is going to seem way beyond belief."
She snorted. "More beyond belief than the time your paramour aged you
nearly two decades and you had to dig around in the back of our
parents' closet to find some 'mom jeans' that would fit your big ass?"
God, I really wanted to thump her on the head for that. However, I
simply nodded.
"Yes, more fantastical than that." I locked my eyes squarely on hers.
"Earlier this evening, Jackson was showing me a device he'd built. It
was a window that would allow you to look into a parallel universe.
When he booted it up, it connected to a similar device in the lab of a
Jackson from another dimension."
"Two Jacksons?" A visible shudder swam through my little sister. "Color
me terrified."
I nodded, unable to disagree. My best friend he might be, but the
thought of two of him, working together, was enough to give Chuck
Norris nightmares.
To her credit, Katie remained in her seat, listening intently as I
recounted the events that led to her sister and I swapping bodies and
universes. I fully expected her to interrupt me several times, but she
merely nodded along when she understood and gave me a confused look
when she didn't. Fortunately, those times were few and far between.
"Wait, so, just for the record, when you were standing in my doorway
earlier bitching about me prancing around in my underwear ..." Her eyes
widened and a look of complete revulsion instantly appeared on her
face. "Oh my god. This is totally gross." She leaned forward, letting
her forehead slam down on the top of the table as a shudder shook her
small frame. "I can't believe I was practically doing a striptease for
my ... brother? Do you peep on your little sister back home, you perv?"
I rolled my eyes. "First of all, I wasn't peeping on you, dork. I heard
the music and came to talk to you. The last thing I expected was to
find you bouncing around like you were on the main stage at the Sin
Den. My Katie doesn't parade around in her panties."
She lifted her head, glaring at me from beneath her golden bangs.
"Still, you could have, I dunno, left the room or something."
"I was trying to see normal. Sorry."
She let her head drop back down. "I should have just started my paper
on Pride and Prejudice instead of being nosy about what you and Jackson
had been up to. I mean, not even June Austen could produce this level
of misery."
"Jane," I said quietly.
"Huh?" She lifted her head again. "Jane Who?"
"Jane Austen. The author of Pride and Prejudice? It's Jane Austen."
She stared at me for a second, then stuck out her tongue. "Not in this
universe."
I sighed. "Katie, please. I need your help. Like, really badly."
"If Mister IQ Ten Thousand can't help you get home," she mumbled. "What
makes you think I can do anything?"
"Jackson is working on swapping Charlene and I back to where we belong.
However, he thinks it's going to take a while before he can try it."
That got her attention. "Define 'a while'."
"Months," I said, frowning. "Two ... at a minimum."
"Wow. Two months of being a female version of yourself." She sat up
again. "How are you going to pull that off?"
"I need you to teach me how to be your sister. How to convincingly be
Charlene." I put on what I hoped was my most sincere and pleading face.
Not that I could tell. Pouting and I really weren't that well
acquainted. "I need to be able to get by enough so that when Jackson
does fix things, her life isn't totally screwed up."
"I see." She slowly sat back up. As she did, I recognized the smirk
that slowly spread across her youthful features. "Sure, I think I could
definitely be of assistance with that."
I sighed. "How much is this going to cost me? And don't bother with
pretending to be offended or shocked. I know that look, my own Katie
wears it when she's trying to either guilt me or blackmail me."
She ignored my warning, placing one hand over her heart as her eyes
widened in feigned indignation that I would dare suggest her help
wouldn't come free of charge. Then she simply smiled and held out her
hand, lifting one finger.
"First, I want complete and unfettered access to your closet. Anything
I want to be able to borrow anything at any time with no complaints."
I'd already felt like this clothing thing was a non-issue. But, if it
got me what I wanted, I was more than eager to agree.
"Done." I started to rise.
A second finger joined the first.
"Secondly, you are going to be my personal chauffer. You can take me to
school in the morning and pick me up in the afternoons. Plus, haul me
and my friends around when we need it."
"Don't you drive?" I remember Katie forcing Dad to take her to the DMV
super early on the morning of her sixteenth birthday. She had her brand
new license in hand before breakfast time was over.
A dark cloud drifted across her face. "No. I ... I just don't, okay?"
I nodded, holding up my hands in supplication. "Fair enough. Is that
all, or is there more to the extortion?"
She nodded. "Thirdly, you're going to help me get on the cheer team."
I snorted. "Just because this body is used to doing tumbles and splits,
doesn't mean I know how to. I was a cross-country runner in my more
masculine life. I'm praying Jackson gets the machine repaired before
basketball season starts."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't need you to show me any moves, Einstein.
I already know the squad's routines by heart. But Maryanne Johnson is
the captain and she's the one who decides who gets a shot at trying out
and who doesn't. Problem is, she's not exactly my greatest fan. Not
since the Brad Smith incident."
"Okay, then how exactly am I supposed to ..."
"Maryanne's big sister is named Tabitha."
I shrugged. "That means absolutely nothing to me. I don't even know
anyone named ..." I blinked. "Wait. Tabitha Johnson? As in Tabby
Johnson?"
"That's the one."
Tabitha Johnson had been the head cheerleader when I was in high
school. Beautiful would have been too blas? a word to describe the
golden-haired vision goddess who ran through the fevered, adolescent
dreams of practically the entire male student body. Probably most of
the female students, too. In addition to being supermodel gorgeous, she
had also been one of the nicest, sweetest girls. A complete opposite of
the typical head cheerleader stereotype.
"I suppose Tabby and Charlene are friends? Despite being two years
different in ages?"
Katie nodded. "When Charlie was trying out ..." She paused, staring at
me. "Oh, wait ... about that ..."
"Yeah. Jackson gave me the rundown about what happened to your mom. I'm
sorry."
She held up her hand. "Look, I know you're not her. And that you're
that just expressing condolences or something. But please don't
apologize in regards to that. Charlie said it, like, a zillion times.
So much that it nearly drove me insane."
I nodded. "Sorr ... uh, about Tabby?"
"Right. Well, after that thing happened, Charlie attempted to give up
on being on the squad. Out of all the guilt she was feeling. Tabby was
the one who talked her into accepting a position on the squad. She
actually became sort of a surrogate big sister to my big sister." She
shrugged. "If you ask me, it was as much Charlie's friendship with
Tabby that helped her as anything else. Even Jackson thought so."
"Funny, he didn't mention Tabby earlier when I was grilling him about
Charlene's life."
Another shrug. "Well, considering she's in college on the other side of
the country, I guess he figured she wasn't going to be an issue."
"I see. So you want Charlene to call Tabby and get her to convince her
little sister to give you a spot on the cheer squad?"
"No," Katie snapped, shaking her head. "I just want Tabby to talk
Maryanne into agreeing to let me try out." A smirk dripping with
arrogance appeared. "Once I show the rest of the girls my skills,
they're sure to vote me onto the team. Even if Miss High-and-Mighty
disagrees."
I pondered her requests for a moment. None of them seemed to be too
much. Sure, Charlene might be angry when she returned to her own life
to find she'd been giving Katie total access to her wardrobe. Probably
even angrier about the whole "chauffer" thing. However, hopefully she'd
be smart enough to think of it as an acceptable trade-off for keeping
her life mostly intact.
As for convincing Tabby to lean on her little sister? That was going to
take some planning. If Charlene and Tabby hadn't spoken in quite a
while, the other girl might want to catch up. Of course, I couldn't
reminisce about things I hadn't experienced. Still, I was pretty
confident I'd be able to figure something out before then.
"Deal," I said. "Your terms are acceptable."
A grin broke out across her face. "Awesome!"
"Now," I said, interrupting her excited celebration. "Where do we
begin?"
She froze in mid-fist pump. "Huh?"
"I asked where you wanted to begin?"
"Oh. Well ... I really don't know."
I gaped at her. "You really don't know?"
She shook her head. "I don't know where to begin. I mean, you asked me
to help you be Charlie, but I didn't bother to actually think about
what that would entail." She shrugged. "I was kind of hoping you'd, you
know, ask me how Charlie did this. Or did that. You'd ask and I'd tell
you."
I sighed, slumping in my seat. "That might be great. If I was another
girl who simply wanted to pretend to be Charlie. I don't even know what
to ask you."
For a moment, we did nothing but stare at each other. Then, like a
flash of inspiration, I hit upon a possible solution.
"Katie?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's pretend that one of your guy friends got, I don't know, zapped
by a ray that turned him into a girl. And he came to you to ask you how
to blend in so that people would think that he'd always been a girl.
Where would you start with him?"
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she turned around and walked
across the room to the doorway. Then, before she passed through, she
turned around and paced back.
"Okay, I think I get where you're going with this. This hypothetical
friend needs me to coach him on how to be a girl, right?"
"Right," I said. I almost threw in the fact that I didn't need to learn
how to be just any girl. I needed to learn how to be Charlene.
She paced back and forth again. "So, here's a guy. He's been a guy his
whole life. Now, he's suddenly a member of the superior gender, and
doesn't know anything about living like that. Plus, he doesn't have the
decades required to learn like a normal person."
"Misandry aside, pretty much."
She stopped and looked at me, a single brow arching.
"Charles, what have you done since waking up as my sister? Have you
done more than just glance in a mirror to confirm you weren't in
Nebraska anymore?"
"Nebraska?"
She shot me an annoyed look. "The Wizard of Oz? You're not in Nebraska
anymore, Toto."
"It's Kansas back on the other side."
"Whatever. What I'm asking is, have you check out the goods since
then." She pointed her finger at me, moving it up and down as she
pointed at the area of my body from my neck down to my feet.
"Check out the goods?" I shook my head vehemently. "No, Katie, I have
most certainly not 'checked out the goods'."
She nodded. "Well, unless you're planning on wearing those workout
clothes until you finally go home, which I don't recommend because
they're already starting to get ripe, you're going to have to get to
know the ins and outs of your new exterior."
I felt my stomach drop. "No. Surely you don't mean ..."
Katie giggled as she bounced over and grabbed my hands, pulling me to
my feet.
"Upstairs!" She barked. "There's no way you're going to be able to pull
off being a girl if you don't get over your hang-ups."
"My hang-ups?"
"Yes. As long as you keep thinking about that being Charlene's body,
you're never going to be comfortable in it. If you can't be
comfortable, you can't move forward."
"What, exactly, are you suggesting?"
She swooped around behind me and placed her hands on my back, pushing
me toward the doorway.
"Buckle up, Chuck," she tittered. "You're about to get nekkid!"
Author's Note: I apologize for the delay in continuing this story. I
had some real life problems that kept my thoughts in a dark place
(darker than normal) and the motivation to write anything entertaining
kept slipping beyond my grasp. I shall endeavor to do my best to keep
my offerings coming at a more frequent pace. As always, comments and
critiques are welcome. Either here or at [email protected]
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