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Chapter 5: Promises and Secrets
Leah furiously stormed into her room, slamming the door behind her. She
didn't care to exercise the proper politeness one usually did in someone
else's home, not when she suspected what had been done to her within said
home.
Zach's mom had to have been the one doing this. There was no other
explanation that made sense, and Zach had to know. Why wouldn't he tell
her? They knew almost everything about one another since the first day
they had met back in 5th grade. He was never the type to keep secrets and
was always so forthright and honest. However, it seemed like that all had
been a lie all along. It broke her heart.
Granted, your mom having the ability to turn boys into girls and
completely remodel bedrooms in seconds was definitely a weird secret and
one that probably should have been kept for the simple fact that people
would think your crazy otherwise.
That didn't change the fact that she felt completely toyed with. Her mind
was a muddled mess, and her body was becoming something it was never
naturally supposed to be. Or was it? She didn't know! She wanted to be a
girl, but she didn't remember wanting to be a girl before; she didn't
remember a whole lot of anything about her prior mindset.
There was only one thing that stood out to her about the way she felt as
a boy, and that was the way she had treated girls. The first advice she
had given Zach about girls came to mind first, and then other memories
quickly followed.
"Girls are easy. You go up to them, tell them they're pretty, and boom
you got them hook line and sinker."
It bewildered her that she had actually said that. What kind of advice
was that? And yet, she remembered employing that strategy more than a few
times. She acted like she had been fishing for points; the more dates she
got, the more street cred among the guys.
She didn't think she had been a bad guy, but looking back, her viewpoint
on girls was very skewed. She had simplified them in her mind, putting
them in a little box. Of course she had always been polite to them, but
at the end of the day, she viewed them as an asset, something pretty to
look at and touch. Objects to fulfill desire.
Leah stepped into her new closet and began to undress, letting out a
breath as she took her bra off and allowed her breasts a chance to
breathe. She picked out a fresh pair of panties and slipped on a set of
pajamas that had been folded neatly in one of the drawers.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was sure if her male self had
laid eyes on who she was now, he would have hit on her immediately with
some kind of stupid pick up line. He would have told her how pretty she
was with a stupid grin on his face. It was kind of disgusting to think
about, especially with the knowledge of what was going on in her male
self's mind.
Leah stepped out of the closet and flopped down on the bed with a huff.
Her perception had definitely changed, along with quite a few other
things. Her eyes had been opened to the intricacies of the female sex
that she had been completely ignorant to before. At least she could say
that was one benefit from all this, and even then she realized she
couldn't even relate to real girls on a lot of things due to the fact
that she had only been a girl for a day so far. What other things did
women have to deal with that she had never considered?
There was a sudden tightening in her belly, followed by an uncomfortable
tugging sensation in her nether region. She winced at the unmistakable
feeling of something entering her body. She reached down and wasn't
surprised to feel a noticeable lack of testicles, which were no doubt on
their way to somewhere else within her.
She didn't know how she should feel about that. She wasn't sad
necessarily, in fact, she was kind of relieved it was happening, but it
was still an unquestionably unnerving occurrence.
This whole day had been a whirlwind of changes and emotion, overwhelming
her senses and preconceived notions of the world. She had no clue what
the next morning held, much less what the rest of her life was going to
be like.
She curled up in the soft covers of her bed and prepared herself for the
most restless night of her life as she mulled in the maelstrom of
thoughts in her mind.
***
Zach lay stiffly on the couch with his eyes wide open. He had stayed
outside for a while to have some much needed time to himself. Strangely
enough, when he had finally decided to come in, his mother was nowhere to
be found and her room was locked uptight.
Of course, Zach didn't mind. He had no inclination to see his mother now
anyway. He had never despised her more than he did at this moment. All of
her tricks, ploys, lessons, and spells all throughout his life had boiled
over into this moment; this moment where she made it nearly impossible
for him to keep her secret and stick true to his promise. Why did it
matter? Why couldn't he just tell Leah?
That stupid saying kept ringing in his mind. Promises are binding, and
secrets are powerful. His mom had said that to him when she had revealed
her magic for the first time here on this very couch, thirteen years ago,
when his promise was made.
...
"Zach sweetie, mommy has something very important to tell you," his
mother said as she bent down to pick him up and carried him over to the
couch. She sat down with him on her lap. "Do you know what a promise is
Zach?"
"Like pinky promise?" Zach asked innocently.
His mom pursed her lips. "I suppose so. What does it mean to make a pinky
promise?"
"When you make a pinky promise, you do this," Zach said, holding out his
small pinky finger in a very serious manner.
His mother held up her pinky finger and curled it around his. "And then
what?"
"And then you say 'I pinky promise.'"
Lindsay laughed. "But you have to know what you're promising don't you?"
"Yeah..." Zach murmured.
"A promise is something that you say you're going to do and then you do
that thing no matter what."
"Oh," little Zach said distractedly.
"Want me to show you?" his mom asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay." She held out her pinky for Zach to take, which he did. "I pinky
promise that I will give my little Zach man a big old raspberry right on
his belly button."
Zach's mouth went wide with excitement as he squirmed to get away from
her, but she pulled him tight to her chest.
"No!" He squealed through a giggling fit of childlike laughter as she
lifted his shirt and blew a terrific raspberry right in the center of his
small belly.
She pulled him in for a tight hug and assaulted him with a flurry of
motherly kisses as he wriggled in her arms energetically. His infectious
laughter filled the room, and Lindsay couldn't help but laugh along with
him.
The excitement settled down once more as they sat in each other's
embrace. Lindsay straightened out her son's ruffled hair. Her face grew
gently somber. "It is very important to keep your promises. Do you
understand?"
"Like this?" he asked excitedly. "I pinky promise that I'm going to
tickle mommy!" Zach fluttered his tiny fingers on his mom's stomach in an
attempt to start the fun again, but his mother only smiled. It wasn't the
happy kind of smile either. It was heavy, verging on sorrowful.
"Zach, I want you to listen to me okay? Listen very closely to mommy,"
she said, taking both of his hands in hers. "I'm about to tell you a very
important secret. Can you tell me what a secret is?"
Zach frowned. "Something you can't talk about. Like my friend Lucas said
that a cat came to his house one time, and he petted it, and he didn't
tell his mommy and daddy about it even though they told him that he
couldn't petted strays."
Lindsay looked at her son sternly. "And did your friend Lucas tell you to
not tell anyone about the cat that he pet?"
Zach nodded. "Uh-huh."
"And you just told me."
Zach covered his mouth with his hand abashedly at the realization.
"Oops!"
"Did you pinky promise that you would keep his secret?"
Zach shook his head quickly. "Nuh-uh."
"That's good at least," Lindsay said, pulling her son closer to her. "You
should never tell a secret if you promise the person that you won't tell.
One should never share someone else's secret, especially when there is a
promise involved. Secrets can be powerful. Do you understand?"
"Yes mommy."
"So if I tell you my secret, will you promise to not tell anyone?"
"Yeah. I promise," Zach confirmed.
Lindsay nodded. "Okay." She eyed her son carefully as he waited patiently
for her to continue. "I have magic."
With a flick of her hand, Zach's toys that were scattered on the floor
lifted into the air. His stuffed animals moved as if on their own
volition, sparking to life as they danced and jumped around. The crayons
he had been using arranged themselves by color and flew circles around
both of them on the couch.
Zach let out a gasp of surprise and held onto his mother tightly.
"You don't have to be afraid Zach," his mother said, placing a hand on
his head. "Your mommy is the one doing this. Look." She pointed to Zach's
favorite stuffed teddy bear, proudly named Nutter Butter. Nutter Butter
walked across the room to the couch and reached out to Zach. "I think
Nutter Butter wants a hug," she said.
Zach tentatively reached out to his familiar stuffed friend but was still
unsure about how to act given the unexpected occurrence.
"High Mr. Zach!" His mother did the same voice that she always did when
she did the voice for the teddy bear. "You've given me so many hugs, and
now I can finally give you one too!"
Zach smiled shyly. "Okay." He allowed the bear to step closer and give
him a hug, which he eventually returned.
"Now I can puppet Nutter Butter with no hands," Lindsay said with a
mischievous smile as she wiggled her fingers in the air.
"Is this magic like on Barney?" Zach asked his mother excitedly.
"Kind of," his mother shrugged as the stuffed animals grew still once
more and the crayons laid themselves out neatly on the coffee table.
"Only it's far better because it's enchanting mommy magic."
"En-chant-ing?" Zach pronounced the word slowly.
"That's right. I can do almost anything I can imagine as long as I make
the right promises and keep the right secrets," Lindsay said.
"Wow," Zach whispered in amazement.
Lindsay cupped Zach's smiling little face in her hand. "I was three years
old, the same age you are right now when my mother first showed me her
magic and told me I couldn't tell anyone about it. It was hard, but I
kept my promise, and I know you can too since you and I are just alike."
"Can I have magic too?!" Zach squealed with delight as he squeezed his
teddy bear excitedly.
Lindsay shook her head sadly. "No. This magic is only for girls like
mommy."
Zach's head dropped with sheer disappointment.
"But," his mother continued. "I have a very special gift for you."
Her words caused Zach to perk up slightly. "A present?"
"That's right, but I can't give it to you right now. It has to be later.
You have to make a promise to mommy first."
"What promise?"
"A very important promise. You have to pinky promise me that you will
never tell another person about magic until the day that I say you can."
"Okay."
Lindsay shook her head. "This is very important Zach. You can't tell a
single person about magic. Not your best friend, not a teacher at school,
not even a pet. Can you do that for mommy?"
Zach thought for a moment but finally nodded. He held out his pinky
finger to his mom. "I pinky promise that I won't tell anyone about
mommy's magic."
His mom wrapped her pinky around Zach's. "Promises are binding and
secrets are powerful. You've promised, so now you need to keep that
promise, or else my surprise to you will go away."
"Why does it go away?"
"Because it's tied to your promise. Remember what I said about secrets?
They're powerful. If you give away a big secret, bad things can happen.
Things can break or mess up."
Zach looked at her blankly, visibly not grasping the concept.
"Let me show you," she said as she closed her eyes. "Right now mommy is
purposely breaking a secret promise that I just created."
"What secret?"
"I can't tell. It's a secret," Lindsay said, putting her finger to her
lips. "But since I just broke that promise..."
Zach grew alert as the house suddenly lurched. The white painted walls
began to whither and decay, turning a faded black color. The decay spread
further and faster along the walls, working its way up to the ceiling and
down to the floor. The furniture began to disintegrate and the holes
began to open up in the floor.
He jumped into his mother's arms, but she didn't react. The walls began
to crumble, and the carpet began to fade. The entire house began to fall
apart around them, shaking and creaking horribly. Zach's home, his
comfort, everything he owned and loved was falling away before his eyes.
Zach screamed out in fear and panic at what seemed like the end of the
world was happening around him.
And then suddenly it wasn't. In an instant, everything was back to
normal. Not a single thing was out of place. It was eerily quiet in the
aftermath of the crumbling catastrophe that had just been happening mere
seconds before.
"Unlike the house, my gift to you can't be fixed if it gets broken. If
you break your promise to me then a very very sad thing will happen.
Promises are binding and secrets are powerful Zach," his mother said
somberly.
Zach sat trembling in his mother's arms, her words echoing distantly in
his mind.
...
Those words still echoed in his mind thirteen years later. If he told
someone about magic, something bad would happen. The image of his
crumbling home played back in his mind. It had been so many years, Zach
didn't even think about the ominous gift his mother had spoken of
anymore. The only thing that stayed his hand was the unknown consequences
of revealing her secret.
It had always been hard. Since the day his mom told him of magic, his
life had played out like a twisted version of The Magic School Bus, one
magical lesson after another. There were so many occasions when he wanted
to tell someone about what his mom could do.
Like the time she transported him back to ancient Greece when he was
learning about it in school. Or the time when he had made fun of a deaf
person, so she took away his hearing for a day to show him what it was
like. And the time when she had transferred his consciousness into a
worker bee for a few hours when he had complained about doing chores. The
list went on and on.
But this lesson felt different. It definitely stood out from all of her
other "female experiences" she was notorious for pulling as well. Though
thinking about some of those instances caused a shiver to run down his
spine, this situation was still different. It wasn't just because she was
changing his friend because that had been the case with Matt too; it was
the way she was doing it. It was torture.
She kept Liam aware of the changes and allowed him the ability to draw
the correct conclusions, thus putting pressure on Zach to reveal the full
truth. It was like she was trying to destroy their friendship all in the
name of teaching them each something about girls. Did she not want him to
keep her secret? Why test him?
He thought about what Leah said, about the look on her face when he had
lied to her, and the tear that he had caused her to shed. No matter what
the consequences were, it wasn't worth losing a friend over. He made up
his mind. He would tell her everything in the morning.
Zach closed his eyes, stewing in his resolve. Nerves wracked his body,
but he somehow forced them away. Slowly but surely, Zach drifted off to
sleep. In doing so, he failed to notice the bright radiant light that
shone through into the hallway, emanating from the crack underneath his
mother's bedroom door.
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