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Melissa Won't Let Go.
By Tanya H.
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LORA.
Wednesday came and I was due back at work. I could have called in sick,
but what if there were no time limit on this? The bus into the city was
crowded with men and women, so that was good. I hurried to the shopping
precinct resolutely avoiding eye contact with anything male and got
myself, still trousered, into the staff entrance of the store.
Within two minutes of congratulating myself I was experiencing anal sex
for the first time, bent forward over the big sink in the cleaner?s
cupboard with a cleaner?s calloused hands on my broad hips pulling me
back onto him. Let me tell you I loved it - even when it hurt. I cried
out to encourage him to do me harder, so he called me a noisy bitch and
told me to shut the fuck up.
You?re thinking, ?smooth talking bastard? but I didn?t care right then.
All I wanted to do was please him and I wanted him any way he wanted
me. So I shut up.
Before I could feel much more than that, or really understand the pain
where he stretched me, he whimpered, smacked my arse and climaxed
inside it. Just before I came back to myself, he told me to fuck off
back to the hospital. Back to the hospital? Confusion replaced lust.
Then I woke up, staring at the pot-bellied cleaner refastening his
trousers and tucking in his shirt, as best he could around his belly.
When he noticed me he snarled, "Jesus, cover yourself up!"
He lunged at me so fast I flinched, but he only dragged at the dress
he?d been desperate to push up a few minutes ago. Vaguely away of
white, lace knickers around plump knees, I moaned and hauled them under
my dress. My legs gleamed in sheer, nearly black stockings with arched
tops meeting white suspenders. As I tangled in a lace trimmed
underskirt he grabbed my arm and bundled me from the cleaner?s store,
then slammed the door behind me.
Tears flowed as I wavered in the store?s very familiar staff-only
entrance, but I couldn?t have hung around there; not wearing a dark
blue nurse?s dress! I even had a fob watch pinned to my very ample
bosom and starched white cap perched on my pinned up hair.
I should have found somewhere to hide in the store, so I could wait out
being like this, but rational thought had escaped me. I dashed for the
door - my plump body heaving as I went - hit the release button and ran
into the car park. A couple of people stared in surprise, both women I
knew, but they didn?t recognise me and I ran as fast as I could for the
road beyond. Flab around chest, hips and bum stifled my lungs; with my
heart thudding painfully I ground to a halt on the pavement and tried
to steady my breathing.
I?d been made into an overweight woman, uniformed like a nurse from
twenty years ago, alone in the centre of Plymouth with... Oh shit!
I had nothing.
No house keys. No wallet. No phone. I had my stereotyped 1990s nurse?s
uniform and a fob watch. A bus rumbled by, swirling my dress with its
passing and reminding me of one of my decreasing list of options.
But I wasn?t quite there. I was going to find some way to get through
this, to get Melissa to stop being... Melissa, and then find my life
again. First I needed somewhere to sit this out until I changed back. I
reckoned I had about four hours. I would go for a walk; this body
needed some exercise.
At least the weather was on my side. It was pleasantly warm, without
being hot - though I was certainly glowing by the time I?d gone more
than 10 minutes from the store. To make myself stand out a little less
I unpinned my little cap and dropped it in a bin so I looked more like
a nurse from any of the care homes dotting the area out for a leg
stretch. I passed the time thinking of murderous things to do to
Melissa, promising myself that I would never overeat and under-
exericse, while looking out for any randy sailors. My backside still
ached from Barry?s attention.
My legs ached too, by the time I had got to Plymouth Hoe and was able
to look over the Sound. The way those very heavy breasts rolled and
bounced, even in a bra really pissed me off - not to mention the
constant friction between my generous thighs. A cup of tea would have
been perfect, but I was skint. Maybe my wallet and other kit was still
in Barry?s office - that would take some explaining, as would my
absence today. Melissa should be pushed under a bus! Why do this?
Surely she could find some other bloke who enjoyed being controlled!
I plonked myself on a bench overlooking the sea and remembered to cross
my legs at the knee. Forty-five minutes had passed. My belly rumbled.
This was going to be a long wait. My attention was caught by a rangy,
pink haired lass striding towards me from the Citadel direction, then
the bench quivered as it took somebody else?s weight and the shiver of
another change raced through me.
To contrast with the pudgy legs I?d just exercised, now I saw thin legs
in black, opaque tights revealed by a short, black, stretchy skirt. My
feet looked small and practical in flat, black Mary-Janes and petite
hands at the end of thin, freckled arms were folded neatly in my lap.
The sea breeze stirred wisps of gold from the hair hanging around my
face.
"Shouldn?t you be at school, darling?" said the man sitting next to me.
He had a gruff, wet voice I really liked and wore his dark hair slicked
back from his brow in a way I thought sophisticated. His lean face and
warm smile made me tingle. Of course he was way older than me, in his
late twenties at least, but I liked an older man - they knew what they
were doing.
"Didn?t fancy it," I said, smiling up at him. He really was gorgeous,
all of a sudden all I could think about was kissing him deeply.
"Don?t blame you. I hated it." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a
pack of cigarettes, shook one free and held it in his lips.
"One for you, honey?"
"Why not?" Anything to make him like me, and think me more grown up. He
offered me the packet, but in between the offer and me taking one there
was some kind of fumble and a couple of the cigarettes tumbled onto my
thighs. One of them was just under my skirt?s hem and with an
apologetic, oops, the latest man I desperately wanted to please started
groping up there. I giggled and encouraged him by parting my legs
slightly.
His fingers were achingly close to where I was growing hot when a blur
just outside of my vision ended with a whack and a cry of pain from my
would-be lover.
"Get you dirty hands of her, you fucking pervert!" a woman screamed.
"Paedo! Paedo! This dirty bastard is touching up this girl!"
"I wasn?t! Piss off! She?s my... my niece. Aren?t you?"
"And I?m the Queen! Look at this pervert everyone, come and see the
paedophile."
"You?re mental," he snapped, but fear lined his face as he jumped from
the bench and hurried away, pulling up his hood and hunching his
shoulders.
Outrage flared in me as he scuttled away, I stood too and made to
follow - I really wanted that cigarette and to see him smile again -
but a hand clamped onto my upper arm. Before I could shake myself free
I realised who I was and what I had just been about to do. I fell back
to the bench with a pained cry barely held in my throat.
With shaking shoulders I fell forward, until my chest pressed against
my thighs and hair screened me from the world. My rescuer sat softly
beside me and said not a word until I sniffed and turned to look at
her.
It was the pink-haired woman I?d seen just before that greasy bastard
had made his move. Close up she looked to be in her mid-twenties, fair
skinned and lean with an angular face and bright, blue eyes. Her hair,
caught in a plait over one shoulder, was every shade of pink from
pastel to Barbie, with a few silver highlights thrown in, and looked
beautifully done. She wore a black vest top, showing her very muscular
shoulders and arms, a flared pink mini-skirt, black fishnet tights and
chunky, black combat boots.
"I?m Lora," she said, her voice was all Devon cream tea. I took her
offered hand and she shook mine firmly. "And you?re in the shit, aren?t
you?"
The weary, cracked laugh I forced had no place coming from a girl?s
throat. "You have no idea."
"True. But that?s not my speciality. All I can see is the shit you?re
in, not the cause. And I know somebody who can help."
I stared a moment. Then a moment more. "Really?"
She nodded. "Oh yes, gold-plated really. I wondered as soon as I saw
you sitting here, then Mr Fucking Castration Waiting to Happen came
along and the plump nurse I?d seen with the woe begotten aura was gone
and Miss Butter Wouldn?t Melt was fluttering her eyelashes at the dirty
bastard."
My cheeks went hot, a wave of self-disgust had me gripping my knees
until my knuckles blanched.
"You saw... Did you, see me...? Words failed, despite the spark of hope
her earnest expression and confident words had raised in me.
"I didn?t see the actual change, that was really fast, but I knew there
was no way in the world Tubby Nurse could have got her toes that quick.
And besides, like I said - you have an aura." She sketched an outline
around me with her long fingers."
"I really need some help."
"And you have found it, my girl. What?s your name?"
Another bitter laugh. "This is going to sound weird."
"You don?t think going from nursey to schoolie isn?t weird? Wow, you?re
hardcore! Anyway, I do weird for breakfast. You?re in good hands."
"James. My name?s James."
"James! Tough gig. Not weird though, in fact that?s pretty pedestrian
in my honest opinion. I myself was named Dennis by my own, dear mother
and look at me. Did you ever see a more unlikely Dennis?"
I wasn?t really sure of the proper thing to say to that, so I said
nothing. For want of anything better to do, I shrugged and looked to my
knees for inspiration. My legs really were very thin and my black
pullover was pointed by the first suggestion of breasts. Under the
pullover I wore a white shirt and the striped tie of the local academy,
but probably didn?t look any more than 12 or 13.
"So, James. How does this work? How do you go from James to nurse to
schoolgirl?"
Another morose shrug. "Based on experience , whenever I?m alone with a
man I change." Another dead laugh. "Into his fantasy fuck." To say it
aloud made it ridiculous, but I wasn?t just saying it - I was living
it.
Lora whistled appreciatively. "Bad shit."
"And the rest."
She leant back on the bench, stretched out her legs in front of her and
her arms down the bench?s back.
"Do you fancy a coffee?"
"I?m broke at the moment."
"Not a problem, I can claim it on expenses when I?m working."
"Working?"
"God yes! Bringing the cursed into the light, letting them get their
lives back in order. I?m doing God?s work here."
I still wasn?t sure if she were taking the piss, or if she were mental.
Or a piss-taking mentalist.
"I haven?t really got the capacity for dealing with piss-taking at the
moment, Lora."
She stared into me a moment. "I get that. Really I do, so it?s a good
job I?m not taking the piss, isn?t it?"
I shrugged forlornly.
"And besides, what choice do you have?"
A look up and down the Hoe showed me how few people were about. It
would only take another lone male to wander past me and... I stood.
"I?d love a coffee. A really nice latte."
"A latte it is then, I know just the place."
There didn?t seem to be any alternative to following her, though her
long legs meant I hustled a couple of steps for each of hers. Having to
look up to speak with her didn?t feel right, used as I was to being
tall. I probably wasn?t much more than four feet tall.
"I am a walking, bloody cliche," I muttered, scurrying to keep up with
her confident strides.
"Cliches have to start somewhere. You do it well though, I could drop
you off at the school gates and you could walk right in."
A shudder ran through me.
I knew the coffee shop she meant, tucked underneath the promenade and
overlooking the Sound. Aside from two uniformed cops with tea and bacon
rolls sitting outside we had the place to ourselves. The taller of the
two, a bald, stocky lad with a bushy beard nodded Lora?s way. His mate
watched her legs, neither of them noticed little me in her shadow.
"They won?t pick me up for being a truant or something will they?" I
whispered as Lora sat a steaming latte before me. It smelt like heaven.
"See the big galoot with the beard? I helped him out last year. He?ll
turn a blind eye as long as I?m not doing anything too ridiculous."
A frown crossed my face, forgetting my own problems for a moment I
asked her what it was she did.
"Fair question. I?m a sensitive, not many of us around. My job is to
wander about and find people like you - the cursed."
"I?m the cursed?"
"Only one of them. There are loads, cursing?s big business, if you can
afford it. If I find one, and I think they?re worthy, I bring you in."
"Bring me in?"
"To get decursed. Uncursed. Not sure what the term is; anyway, you get
back to normal and I get paid." She grinned. "Easiest, most satisfying
job I ever had."
Sipping my latte I sighed with pleasure. "This is just what I needed.
Well, some of it. I?d like not to be a schoolgirl."
"I wish I could have been one," she said, reaching over to touch the
back of my hand. "But that?s not important right now. What I need to
know is who?s doing this to you."
Staring into the swirls of brown and cream in my mug I thought of how
best to say this, then shrugged. "My ex-girlfriend. She won?t leave me
alone, won?t let me go."
Lora leant forward, he direct bright blue gaze made me strangely
uncomfortable, like I was an open book to her. "What?s her name?"
"Melissa?"
"Did you love her?"
"Did I...?" Had I ever loved her? We?d laughed together, a lot, when we
first started going out. She?d been bright, funny, pretty. She?d made
me feel good, the sex had been great - she was adventurous and I was
willing - but had I loved her?
"Yes. I did."
"Good."
"Does it matter?"
"God, yes! Love?s the greatest thing. So why did you dump her?"
"Are you reading my mind or something?"
"Jesus! What a horrible idea. No, but I am a sensitive - remember? And
little girls are so bad at hiding their emotions."
"I am not a little girl!"
"You nearly stamped your foot."
"I did not!"
"Did too."
I couldn?t help myself, I laughed out loud - a light and tinkling sound
that brought a warm smile from the lady behind the counter. Lora
grinned along too, more so when the cafe lady brought me a Kit Kat and
called me a treasure. I almost did stamp my foot then!
Another sigh. I tried to explain about Melissa; her sulks, rages and
screaming, the bruises and cuts, damage to my car; the terrifying
unpredictability when I wouldn?t submit then the sweetness and joy when
I would. I talked in low, shamed tones of the police and courts when
Melissa wouldn?t take no for an answer. Lora held my hands again.
"It?s okay," she said softly. "I understand. You?re worthy. Come and
meet my boss."
Vera
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