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The Other Side of Me - Chapter 13
by Limbo's Mistress
On the ride home from the mall, Katie repeatedly attempted to talk to me
about my sudden foul mood. Each time, I refused to even look in her
direction. Instead, I merely stared straight ahead at the road and
mumbled, "I don't want to discuss it."
What was there to discuss really? Apparently, my sexual attraction to
members of the male persuasion continued to increase the longer I
remained trapped in this feminine body. Which might not be a complete and
total disaster if I didn't have to keep hearing that little voice in the
back of my head whispering that it was rather likely I would return to my
own universe as an ultra-feminine homosexual.
Maybe it would just be better to stay here. At the rate things were
progressing, it wouldn't be that much longer until I actually was more
Charlene than Charles. All that I'd be missing was her memories.
As soon as I pulled the Jeep to a stop in the driveway, Katie sighed
loudly.
"Please tell me why you're so mad," she said looking over at me. Her eyes
were brimming with tears. "Is it because you suddenly realized you liked
guys? Or because I pointed it out?"
As I'd done on the ride, I refused to look at her. Or even speak to her.
Mostly because I knew I was a giant ball of vibrant emotions, and I
couldn't be sure what would come out of my mouth if I started speaking.
Would it be a furious tirade? A depressing introspective monologue? Or
merely a maniacal rambling indicative of a fractured psyche?
Probably all of the above.
So, keeping my trap shut, I shook my head, climbed out of the Jeep, and
grabbed the bags from the back seat. Before Katie could even open her
door to follow me, I stomped my way up the front walk to the house, threw
open the door, and disappeared inside, using my foot to shut the door
behind me.
It slammed closed a bit harder than I intended, drawing the attention of
the man sitting in the living room from the phone in his hand.
"Charlie?" he asked, the concerned expression on his face intensifying
when he realized I'd entered alone. "Where's Katie? Wasn't she with you?"
"Of course she was," I said in a huff.
A second later, the front door behind me opened, and a bewildered
sixteen-year-old, still looking put out, stepped inside.
"Charlie," she said, cutting her eyes over at our father for a moment
before looking back at me. "I'm sorry, okay? I just wasn't thinking
clearly when I said those things."
I waved my hand dismissively at her before pulling my new cardigan out of
the Darling Diva's bag. Then I thrust it, and the other two bags, at her.
"Here you go. Enjoy!"
"Charlene," the man behind me said with a note of disappointment in his
voice.
Katie's eyes, still wide and wet, stared up at me. As if I had slapped
her. Balling my hands into fists, I clutched the garment to my chest and
fled the living room, ascending the steps two at a time. I practically
ran down the hall, into my bedroom, where I slammed that door shut as
well.
What in the hell was wrong with me? My emotions had flipped around back
and forth from one end of the goddamned spectrum to the other all day
long with absolutely no rhyme or reason. However, I thought I'd done
fairly well weathering the storm. Until I interacted with Mr. Mike "I'm
So Hot" North.
I dropped my purse on the desk, put the cardigan on top of it, and threw
myself face down on the bed.
I didn't want to go to this stupid mixer. I really didn't want to have to
take a bath and get all dolled up to attend as a prospective member of
Kappa Omega. I had absolutely no desire to prance around the Sigma Chi
House as I smiled and pretended that I had any feelings whatsoever for a
bunch of shallow-ass people I hadn't known existed forty-eight hours ago.
And I really, really, really did not want to have to deal with an
intoxicated Danny Morris. Whose comments at lunch really set of warning
bells in my head.
Of course, that's exactly when the phone in my purse started buzzing.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," I groaned, forcing myself to get up and see which
disaster needed my urgent attention now.
As I crossed the room, I began to wonder if perhaps I shouldn't have
eaten more than my share of the fries. The damned things seemed as if
they were just sitting there on my stomach like a glob of potato hell.
Just my luck it was the beginning stages of food poisoning or something,
and I'd end this evening in the Sigma's backyard puking my head off.
Simply Lovely.
I pulled the phone out of the purse and looked at the screen. I rolled my
eyes, sighed, then strong-armed a smile on to my face. One that hopefully
would seep into my voice and provide enthusiasm I sure as hell didn't
feel. I swiped my thumb across the front of the device and tapped on the
speaker button.
"Hey, Rachel. What's up?"
Okay, did that sound cheerful? Upbeat? Maybe a little?
"What's up, Charlene" the Queen of Kappa Omega said, "Is that Trina seems
to have inferred, from a conversation the two of you apparently had
earlier today, that you are not particularly excited about tonight
festivities."
The forced smile disappeared faster than a hooker seeing flashing blue
lights.
"Oh, is that what she inferred?" I asked, unable and unwilling to prevent
the gallons of venom that automatically drained into my voice. I wasn't
sure if the hatred I felt belonged solely to me or Charlene. "I would
conversely infer, Rachel, that Trina doesn't know me anywhere well enough
to guess what does or does not make me excited."
"That is what I attempted to explain to her," Rachel replied. I could
hear the proudness in her tone. "I informed her that I didn't know anyone
more determined to be a Kappa than Charlene Miller."
"I want to be a Kappa more than anything," I said. "I will prove it to
you and to Miss Thing."
Oh well, in for a penny and all that. Looks like my planned evening of
moping and brooding had just been put on hold.
"Excellent. I will see you at ten sharp."
"With bells on," I said.
The connection ended without either of us saying goodbye.
"Well ... shit," I mumbled, tossing the phone on the bed. "Guess I have
to go to the damned thing now." Then I made a face that might have been
terrifying if I'd been looking into a mirror. "Besides, I need to show
that Trina bitch a thing or two. For Charlene's benefit."
I departed my room, hearing Katie and Dad talking downstairs though I
couldn't exactly make out what they were saying. Given the way I'd
behaved on the ride home from the mall and the manner in which I'd
returned to the house, I would lay even money the topic of the
conversation was moi.
While I would have preferred the luxury of floating in a nice, hot bath,
I knew I didn't have time for it. Instead, I climbed into a scalding
shower and proceeded to loofa every bit of dirt, sweat, and grime from my
body. Then I washed my hair with a delicious-smelling strawberry shampoo,
rinsed, and applied a thick layer of conditioner. As I let it go to work
on my frizzed hair, I lathered up my legs and quickly removed the stubble
that was beginning to accumulate.
It wasn't until I was rinsing the conditioner out that I realized that
I'd not nicked myself a single time, despite the speed at which I'd
tackled my legs. Climbing out of the shower, I wrapped my body and head
in a pair of fluffy towels and returned to my room.
Along the way, I didn't hear any voices coming up the stairs from the
living room, and I noticed Katie's bedroom door was closed. I almost
knocked, but knew I simply did not have the time right then to talk to
her properly. Not with the maddening time crunch I was under.
I made a quick mental note to apologize properly tomorrow.
Back in my own room, the first thing I did was make a bee-line to the
closet. Standing there slowly surveying its contents, I tried to let my
mind go blank in the hopes that the perfect outfit would somehow
materialize out of thin air. When that didn't happen, I sighed and tried
again. This time putting a little of my own effort into it.
The party would probably be mostly held inside, but the Sigma house had a
back yard big enough to serve as an overflow. Which meant I'd need to
make sure the chilly air wouldn't be an issue. It was not as cold as it
usually was this time of year, but anything without sleeves was
immediately discounted.
After a few minutes, I stood in front of the bed, tapping my lips with
one finger as I attempted to decide between the two potential finalists.
The first was a black skater skirt paired with a light gray turtleneck
sweater, with matching gray tights and the black leather calf-length
boots. The second was a houndstooth miniskirt and an ivory turtleneck
with thigh-high suede boots with a two-inch heel. Both of which I was
positive would totally look boss on me.
I paced back and forth before the bed a few times before finally deciding
on the houndstooth.
Wardrobe selected, I went over to the desk and sat down to put on my
makeup. My skill with the brushes and creams seemed to have improved
since that morning, leading me to be able to achieve the sultry look I
was going for in only two attempts. I turned to the left and right a
couple of times, making sure everything was applied evenly, then I blew
my reflection a kiss and stood up.
From the dresser, I dug around until I found the thickly padded peach bra
I'd noticed the other day and a matching thong. I tossed the body towel
onto the floor and slipped into the underwear, immediately noticing the
way the extra support exaggerated my bust line. I felt like I had a
couple of balloons strapped to my chest.
I pulled on the skirt and zipped up the side. The hem of the garment fell
to halfway down my thighs and clung to my ass like a second skin. The
waistband seemed a little tighter than I expected. Though, I chalked that
up to having gorged myself at dinner.
The sweater was a bit trickier to get into. Mostly because I needed to
make sure the neck opening was wide enough to keep from brushing up
against my face. Once I had it safely around my neck, I slipped my arms
into the sleeves and pulled it down over my tummy and tucked it into the
top of the skirt.
"Ugh, that's tight," I groaned, patting my belly. "Tomorrow, extra
crunches for you."
I walked over to the mirror and admired myself. The skirt really
showcased my rear, but it was the tightness of the sweater, combined with
the extra lift of the bra, that made my chest really noticeable. While
Charlene wasn't flat-chested in any sense of the word, the effect made it
seem like I'd jumped up a whole cup size.
I was just finishing doing my hair when someone knocked on the door, and
Shells came into the room.
"Hey," she said, closing the door behind her. "Your dad said it was okay
if I just came on... holy shit!"
I unwound a chunk of my hair from the curling iron to look at her in the
mirror, arching a brow.
"What? Did I do it wrong?"
Her expression shifted from shock to curiously relieved. "Just making
sure Charles was still in there."
I nodded with a shrug before turning my attention back to the mirror so I
could put a bit of wave into another section. "Yeah. Charlene's still
AWOL in another universe."
"You look ... I mean ... wow." She shook her head as she walked over to
sit on the edge of the bed, still staring at me. "Did Katie do that? I
mean your makeup. Or was it all you?"
"All me. Consider it just more dimensional leakage," I said with a bit of
snark. "This morning, I struggled to tame this mess into a simple
ponytail. Now I have a feeling I could throw it into a French twist
without too much trouble. I also didn't know the difference between
eyeliner and eye shadow, but now ..." I pointed at my cosmetic-enhanced
features.
"That's ... amazing." Then a bit of blush appeared on her cheeks.
"Although, probably not from your point of view, I guess."
I shrugged. "True. But it sure beats having to constantly bother Katie to
help me get ready to leave the house."
Shelly tilted her head to the side, looking at me.
"What now?" I asked, putting the curling iron down again.
She gave me a pained, worried expression. "Uh, didn't Jackson say this,
uh, whole leakage thing might be permanent?"
I nodded. "Yeah ... and?"
She pointed at me, then at the makeup box. "So, what does that mean for
Charlie when you guys swap back for good? Is she going to have to relearn
it all?"
"I don't know." I answered, turning around to face her. "I don't think
it's a zero-sum event. I mean, I'm getting these skills at the expense of
her losing them."
"How can you be sure?"
I shrugged again. "Because I still know how to do all the things I could
back in my own universe." I turned back to the mirror and sectioned off
another clump of hair, winding it slowly around the rod of the curling
iron. "It's the subconscious quirks that I think we're both going to have
to deal with when we're back where we belong."
"Subconscious? Like how you walk and stand. And the way you've taken to
gesturing with your hands every time you start talking?"
I sighed. "Yeah. That and other ... stuff."
"What 'other stuff'?" She moved to perch on the edge of my mattress.
"Talk to me, Chuck."
I unwound my hair, examined the curling iron's work, then put the tool
down on the desk before turning back around to look at her.
"It seems I've adopted Charlene's, uh, sexual orientation."
"You're saying you've become attracted to guys?" She asked with a bit of
wry amusement in her voice.
I nodded. "So it would seem."
I recounted the incident at the mall with the North brothers. I also told
her about running into Mike the day before and getting a weirdly pleasant
tingle all over the interaction gave me.
"Just staring at him was making me so fucking horny," I said, shaking my
head. "I couldn't even think straight."
Shelly giggled and mumbled under her breath. "Straight."
"What's so funny?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest. "You know this
is going to be a serious issue back home, right?"
She gave me a shake of her head. "I don't think you understand as much as
you think you do, Charles. Let me ask you this, were you, or were you
not, ogling my ass while we were practicing cheer routines today?"
I swallowed the lump that appeared in my throat. I would have sworn I was
more discreet about my visual appreciation. "Well, uh ... I mean ..."
While I stammered for an excuse, Shelly stood up to walk slowly over to
me, swinging her hips from side to side in an extremely provocatively. I
tried to not notice the way her bottom swayed or the expanse of cleavage
peeking up through the deep "V" of her top bounced up and down with her
motions. Bringing my gaze up to her eyes, I saw they were smoldering with
desire.
My heartrate seemed to double with each step that brought her closer to
me.
"Did you think I couldn't see the way you were looking at me when we were
practicing alone," she said in a saucy purr that made my skin tingle.
"That same look I get from guys when they want to get into my pants." She
stopped right in front of me and lowered herself to her knees, peering up
at me while showcasing the exposed parts of her breasts.
"Oh, uh ... I didn't think you, uh, saw that." Jesus, I was behaving
exactly as I'd done when drooling over that stupidly gorgeous basketball
player. Was my doppelg?nger really just an over-sexed slut?
For that matter, was I?
"Oh, I saw it alright," she said reaching out to put both of her hands on
my bare knees, right below the hem of the skirt, her thumbnails stroking
the tender flesh on the insides. "Do you want to get into my pants,
Charles?"
Now my pulse was really racing. There was the new sensation forming in my
panties, the warm dampness of arousal.
"I don't think, uh, I mean ... Charlene ..."
Shelly looked down at my lap, then back up to my face, lightly licking
her lips. Then the seductress kneeling before me vanished, replaced by a
highly amused best friend. She laughed, stood up, and planted her hands
on her hips.
"I'm sorry about that, Chuck," she said, reaching out to pat me on the
head. "That was just plain mean. However, I think it proved my theory."
I stared, slack-jawed, as she returned to the bed.
"What theory is that?" I asked, swallowing a few times to soothe the
dryness of my throat. "That you can fuck around with my confused, half-
hetero, brain?"
She shook her head. "No, to test your 'zero sum' idea. When you were
ogling me earlier, I almost told you to cut it out. Then I reminded
myself it was Charles, not Charlene, who was doing that."
I rolled my eyes and snorted. "Right. Because Charlene leers at your
boobs on a regular basis?"
She shrugged, head bobbing up and down. "Not as much anymore."
"Huh?"
Her eyes widened and her jaw slackened. "Oh, shit. You didn't know, did
you? Because that's something that's different between you."
I grabbed one of my boots and pulled it up over my knee. "Know what?"
"Chuck, Charlie's bisexual. I mean, she doesn't go around announcing it
from the rooftops, and she's way more into guys than chicks. But the
sexual attraction is there."
I froze in the process of picking up the other boot. "Wait. Does that
mean you two ...?"
She shook her head. "Negative. She and I had this discussion a couple of
months ago. While I do think some other girls are total hotties, the only
va-jay-jay I have any interest in playing with is my own."
"Oh. Well, I guess that sort of explains things."
Shelly laughed, putting one hand on my shoulder. "Charles, this
attraction to guys you seem to have, uh, discovered? I don't think it's
because you're in a girl's body. I think it's possible that being in
Charlene's body has merely made it more ... noticeable."
I stared up at her, the wheels in my mind spinning at a rate that would
have started a fire. I shook my head, freshly formed curls waving.
"Are you saying that Charlene and I are both bi? Like, we've both always
been this way. Even before the swap?"
She shrugged again.
"I can't answer that, Chuck. I mean, I didn't know you before you ended
up inside my best friend." She winced at her phrasing, but continued on.
"However, considering everything I've seen and heard recently, I bet even
money it's likely. You just didn't want to acknowledge it before."
"Oh, but now I do?" I tried to sound bold, but knew I failed miserably.
"I think being in a female body has allowed you to let that anti-homo
guard down. Now that it's down, you can't unsee what you've discovered."
I slumped down in the chair and shook my head.
"I really didn't need this tonight, Shelly. Not tonight."
She put her arm around my shoulder. "I know, Chuck. I'm sure you think
this whole deal just got a lot more complicated."
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