Becoming Monica - Chapter 10

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Becoming Monica
Chapter 10

by Closetdrsr

Copyright © 2010 by Closetdrsr

 
Chapter Ten
 
 

When I awoke early Monday morning I was a little stiff with sunburn. When I looked in the mirror, I had a faint scoop line down the sides of my back and across the top of my butt, and a strap line across my back. I had dressed in a bra and panties before remembering i had to do my paper delivery. Starting to be a habit I guess. I put on jeans and a hoodie over a camitop and rode off to do my delivery. Luckily I was running a little late, and was last to pick up my papers.

When I got home, I took off my forms, as I couldn't wear those to school could I? I left the sheath on as I had run out of remover. I had outdoor pursuits last class on Wednesday, so I could wear my gym gear home and not have to change.

Monday went ok. By lunchtime, everyone had heard that Mark and Ceecee had broken up again. Tuesday I heard the first version of the story Mark was telling about Monica. I went over to Samantha's Tuesday afternoon to help her study Calculus. She was going to need a lot of help, as I had to take her back to some basic Algebra first. Her mom offered to pay me to tutor her, but I couldn't accept her money for helping a friend. She accepted that, but did however say that if Samantha's grade improved to a B by year end, she'd give me two hundred dollars. Given that we only had six weeks until exams, I'd be happy if Samantha got to a C.

Anyway, she told me the story that Mark was telling. He'd met this new girl from Dioceses, that he'd asked her to prom, and that she was so hot for him, she'd let him feel her up in the movie theater. When I went around to Samantha's place again after school Thursday, the story was that she'd given him a hand job.

The package with the glue remover had arrived Thursday, and I was glad to have the sheath off. Sitting down to pee all the time was tiring, and I'll admit that I think I was starting to smell. You know, that yeasty smell some girls have, like that.

Friday was my birthday. Susan invited me over for dinner, Chinese takeout. It was nice not having to cook. She gave me a $20 Mall gift card, and a pair of zirconium earrings. They looked like little diamonds. Her mom was late home from work, but wasn't working the late night.

Dad and Maria arrived Saturday just before lunch, and the real estate agent had another open house in the afternoon. I wasn't enjoying all the extra cleaning the open house required. Dad drove us down to Sacramento, and for my birthday, bought me a new (well, second hand) car, a blue 2007 Toyota Prius. He wanted Maria to have the old ford for the country roads, and getting me a Prius would save me gas money in the long run. Dad negotiated for some work to be done, new tires, full service check and such. The car would be ready for pickup on Wednesday.

Dad took us out to an upmarket Steakhouse for dinner, and then we drove home. There was a note on the dining table from the agent. He'd had two interested parties come through today, and several 'lookers'. He thought one of the interested parties would want another visit, and may put in a serious offer on the house early this coming week. Dad called the agent back on Sunday morning, telling him he'd be back in town Wednesday and Thursday if an offer was being made. That afternoon, we went back to look at the townhouse I liked, with Maria this time.

It was getting late in the afternoon when we got back home. Dad left some more money, and a bunch of bills for me to post, and then helped Maria load some boxes of the twins stuff and two more suitcases into the car. One of the suitcases was her lingerie one. After they had gone, I looked in the clothes closet. It was more than half empty. And Maria's dresser in their bedroom was half empty as well, and her wig was gone. I was a little disappointed the clothes had gone, but I had built up a fairly substantial wardrobe myself, along with some of Susan's older clothes. Plus it meant that I wouldn't be caught out unexpectedly by Maria. Using her clothes had been a risk at the time. Now I only had the twill skirt and turtleneck of hers left, and I doubted whether she would notice only two items gone.

When I went to Samantha's to study on Tuesday, I heard that that Mark and Monica had apparently gone out on Saturday, and Monica had given Mark another hand job. I had no idea who was telling these lies, as to whether it was Mark himself, or just the stupid group of guys he hung out with. I was willing to give him the doubt, knowing how some groups of guys (his friends in particular) tend to razz one another for details, and sometimes its just easier to go along with them. It takes a boy with a strong moral compass not to fall into that trap, and based on Susan's experience, Mark had dubious morals. Then again, it could be Ceecee, although I'd also heard that she had accepted Steve's invitation to Junior prom, and supposedly didn't care what or who Mark was doing.

Dad came back down on Wednesday, and after school, we drove to Sacramento to pick up the new car. I stopped by Susans on the way home to show it to her, even though it was dark. She asked if I'd heard the latest gossip on Mark and Monica. Mark had apparently booked a limo for junior prom.

The Realtor agent rang late Wednesday. It was after 10pm. He had just received an offer on the house, and would bring it around to the house the next morning. Afterward, Dad told me it was a good offer given the economy, certainly better than what he considered his lowest price point. If there were no abnormal conditions, he'd accept the offer.

Samantha and Susan both came over to study on Thursday. It was Samantha's first time inside. I was surprised when she told me that, I'd just assumed that she'd been here before with Dave. She told me that on the couple of times she had been here, she always was in the car, either picking up or dropping off. Susan gave her the tour while I got some drinks and store made cookies out.

We had done about an hour and a half's study, and Samantha was finally grasping trigonometric fundamentals, when Dad came home. The deal on the house was done. He'd managed to bump the offer up another five thousand, and settlement was likely to be late June. He offered to buy all of us dinner. Samantha rang home and got permission to stay longer. Susan just texted her mom. Well, dinner turned out to be Chinese takeout, but it was good anyway.

After dinner, we got another hour of study in, this time on biology. Then I drove Samantha and Susan home. At Susan's, we sat and chatted in the car.
"You know Sam has got a thing for you" Susan said matter of factly.
"What? No way. She's Dave's girlfriend" I said.
"Well, she has. She told me she's having second thoughts about Dave. And told me I was lucky to have someone like you" Susan said. "She said that she's never appreciated the geekier guys, but having spent some time studying with you, realized you're a gentleman."
"So she thinks I'm a geek and a gentleman?"
"Well you are. You're what, in the top 10 best overall GPA in the junior class?" she asked.
"About fourth I think in core subjects, maybe sixth overall". I was actually proud to have good grades.
"And you've been nice to her, helping her study, without putting her down. If I didn't know better, I'd be jealous." she said.
We kissed goodnight, and I drove home.

Dad was sorting the mail, and making a list of companies to contact to update mailing details.
He flicked a card at me when I sat down. Great, a dentist appointment. One o'clock next Friday.
We talked about the move. He wanted me to start boxing stuff up, so that he could take the smaller items up in the car each time he came here. We also discussed the townhouse we'd looked at. He was going to make a ridiculous offer next week, just to see what the developer was expecting.
Lastly he said I needed a haircut.

Dad was gone again the next morning when I got home from paper delivery. I was a little late because I had spoken to Jim, about taking a break over the school holidays at the end of the school year. I told him that I was moving shortly afterward. He was disappointed to see me go, and he asked if I'd train someone for a week or so before leaving, and whether I would want a run from another drop off point closer to where I was moving to. I said that that I could train someone, but would want to wait until closer to the end of vacation whether I wanted to do another run.

After school, I went to the local U-haul outlet and picked up twenty-four packing boxes and tape. When I got home, I packed up all of the items from the twins room that were remaining, and started on some of Maria's sewing supplies.

I didn't see Susan over the weekend. She rang early Saturday to say that her mom was taking them into San Francisco for some shopping, and they were going to stay with her grandparents in Daly City that night. I spent most of the day doing more packing, finishing off the sewing stuff, and all of the books and knick-knacks in the living room. Samantha called about five to see if I wanted to go to the movies with her and Dave. I tried to be reluctant, but Sam begged. We saw 17 again, with Disney Zac. Honestly, I don't see why the girls like him. Both Dave and I didn't care for the movie, but Sam liked it.
Dave asked about the move, Sam had told him some of it. He hadn't heard that I was going to stay in an apartment, and was enthusiastic about that. Kept referring to it as party central. As if.

Sunday I just mucked about. I had to mow the lawn, first time for the spring, and I cleaned my new car. I did some homework and some study for Chemistry Sunday evening. Susan rang when she got home just after dinner, and was just starting her study as well.

Studied with Sam on Monday afternoon. She was slowly getting the grasp of the Calculus fundamentals now, and had scored well in an assignment last week. Her Mom was really pleased. Sam also filled me in on the new lie about Mark and Monica, and a few other peoples goings on. I have to admit, Sam hears all the gossip. According to Mark, he and Monica spent Saturday evening at his place. My guess is that he was home alone. In other news, Stephanie was now sort of seeing a senior, Tony Jones. But most of the gossips were just chalking this up as a prom arrangement, because Tony was going to Texas A&M next year on a track scholarship. Ceecee and Steve had their 'first' date on Saturday. Sam was surprised we didn't see them at the movies, but they could have been at the later session.

That night, I dressed up. I rang Mark, and demanded to know what he was saying about me. I wasn't impressed with what I had heard was being said. For some reason. I was crying by the end of my tirade. He assured me that he hadn't said anything, it was his friends that were exaggerating the stories. He'd just said that we'd gone to the movies, and ok, he did make up seeing me on Saturday. He wanted to know when he could see me for real again. He said he'd remembered it was my birthday, and had got me a small present. Could we meet after school again. I told him I couldn't and hung up.

I felt crappy all day Tuesday. Even Susan couldn't cheer me up. Dad called that night and said he'd made an offer on the townhouse, 45k less than what the developer was asking, but in cash, and with a short settlement period.

I felt better Wednesday. I wanted to do some study, but Samantha couldn't. I had not heard any more stories since Monday, but Samantha probably had. When I got home, there was a message on the answering machine. The dentist confirming my appointment on Friday. That got my brain into gear. I know Susan told me not to, but I just had to. I rang Mark and said I could meet him at the park again Friday, but I had to be home before dinner. Or maybe we could meet at the shops or something? He suggested the park as best, and then maybe we could go to the mall.

Friday came quickly. I signed out of school early and went to the dentist. I rushed home as soon as I could afterward. I had a nice hot shower and nair'ed my body. After the moisturizer body foam, I washed my hair. It was starting to get long. It was what most people would call shaggy at the moment, in that in-between length.

I patted myself dry, and then applied my forms and sheath, and put on my favorite Victoria Secret bra and panties, the purple lace set. I also added some black pantyhose. After I put on the dioceses uniform, I added the wig. My real hair was now long enough to thread through the wig cap and be pinned that way for an even stronger fit. I could now pull my wig hair without fear of the cap lifting. I added a little makeup, and added a spray shot of the female pheromones I had received in the last package of glue remover. Well it smelled like cheap eau de toilette. It was just on three o'clock when I was ready. I remembered to pack Susan's old school backpack with a couple of books. I was running a little late so I drove and parked my car about a block from the park. When I got there Mark had not arrived. I sat by the swings and waited. Several Dioceses girls went past, and also some Chaparral students. I had waited for almost thirty minutes, and was going to head back to the car when he turned up. He apologized for being late. He'd been held back to do a repeat on a social studies test. He gave me a quick kiss and a big hug. Followed by a long kiss. My chest was hard against his, and I could imagine the boobs were really mine, my nipples felt all tingly. And I could feel him harden as he held me tight and kissed me again. When we broke apart from the kiss I was so short of breath, my chest was heaving.

We sat on the swing making out, I was straddling him, and I could fell him against my panties. I left a couple of 'love bites' on his neck. About ten minutes had past when someone called out "Get a room". I felt so embarrassed. But it got us off the swing, and we walked to his place. He invited me in, and after a small hesitation entered. But I objected when he suggested his bedroom. He had a nice place. There were a lot of photos of a lady who I found out was his mother, in various stages of undress. His mother had been a bit part actress in the eighties, who had done a number of soft porn movies before getting roles in 'Days of our lives'
and 'Guiding Light'.

We went into the kitchen.
"Do you want anything to drink" he said, opening the fridge. "There's Coke, Sprite, OJ or bottled water."
"Coke please" I said, and watched him as he got the glasses down.
"You want some ice?" he asked.
"Sure"
He reached into the freezer and took out a couple of chunks and put them in a glass. I then poured both glasses with coke. I took my glass and went into the living room. He discussed some of the photos on the wall with me, pointing out some of the actors and actresses his mom had worked with. After a while I sat on the sofa. He went off to his room and came back with an envelope.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I just got a gift card for your birthday" he said.
"Thanks" I replied, taking the envelope and opening it. "Wow, a hundred dollars? That's way too much"
"No, its ok. I want you to get something really nice, maybe a prom dress or something" he smiled. "Its not like I don't have much money."

I looked at my watch. It was almost five o'clock. He noticed the gesture as I got up to leave.

"Sorry, I've made you uncomfortable. Here take a seat." he said.
"No, I need to get going. It's getting late." I said, but my mind was foggy.
"Please stay. Its not yet five, and you said you had until dinner time" he said a couple of times, holding both my hands. He leaned in and kissed me gently. His kisses were so nice. He sat on the sofa, and pulled me gently to him. He repeated "you're safe with me here" a couple of times, and "Relax, just enjoy it".
We kissed some more, and were then lying on the sofa, but I couldn't recall how I got there. That's what scared me. I pushed myself off the sofa, and fell to the floor, hitting my head. It hurt a little, but cleared some of the fog.
"What did you do to me" I asked
"Nothing much" he smiled, "Only what you wanted me to do."
"Huh" Now I was getting a headache. I stood up, and tried to pick up my bag, missed the strap, stumbled, and had to try for it again.
He was off the sofa so fast, and had his arms around me, he practically lifted me off the floor as he kissed me again. Then his hands were on the curve of my arse, one each side as he lifted me up and pushed me against the wall. To stay upright I had to wrap my arms around he neck. He pushed his right hand further under my arse-cheek, until his fingers were rubbing the panties under my fake womanhood. I squirmed a little, but that just helped him. Now he had his thumb under my panties, pushing into my arse, while his fingers were searching in the tuft of fake hair in front. He lifted me higher. Next he was banging me against the wall, and I could fell his bulge against my panties, and his thumb was buried in my arse. My body betrayed me, and started to move in rhythm against him. He pulled his thumb out of my arse. I was relieved, but somewhere in the fog disappointed because it had started to feel nice. He was breathing heavy, and had broken the kiss, and was now sucking on the side of my neck.
"No, please, No" i cried.
"Come on, you're enjoying it." he said raggedly.

I tried hitting him, but could only strike his back as he was banging me against the wall. Somehow he had got his pants undone and they fell to his knees. I could feel the tip of his penis between my legs, pushing into my arse. It was wet with pre-ejaculate. With one last effort, I pulled my head back and then snapped it forward, my forehead hitting him right on the bridge of his nose. Hurt like hell, but cleared the fog once more, and his knees buckled, and I landed on top of him. I untangled myself from him, pushing back toward the door in a crab walk motion. I grabbed my schoolbag and got up. He was trying to do the same, but his pants tangled his legs, and he toppled over again. As I was about to go out the door, he grabbed my ankle. I stomped down with my other foot, feeling the bone under my foot crack. He howled, but he had let go of my ankle. I turned, and swung a foot toward his crotch, but missed high, connecting in his stomach. I ran. Well it was more of a running stumbling motion, but the effort helped to clear my brain.

I didn't stop moving until I was at my car. I got in and locked the doors, regaining my breath. I carefully drove home when I'd recovered myself. I stripped off all my clothes, and threw them into my closet, took off the wig and threw that in there too. I got into the shower and scrubbed my self red. I felt dirty. When all the hot water had gone I got out and went back upstairs. I took off the forms and the sheath, then lay on the bed and cried, and fell asleep.

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Date Rape Drug?

Well, it looks like Monica was raped, because the rule is: "Penetration, however slight, is sufficient!" Now, the only question is, how will Monica (and Susan?) get payback for that? Loving this story and can't wait for the next chapter. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.
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What next?

In the light of (a) Monica's fictitious social life, and (b) Mark's actions when she visited, I'd say a logical course of action would be to rip up the gift card and post it back to him, then enlist the help of Susan in spreading counter-rumours.

 
 
--Ben


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As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

What an S.O.B.!

She certainly didn't deserve that! Although, she should have expected as much from Mark after all the lies he was spreading about her! She caused some damage to Mark but even that doesn't even the score for raping her!
Can't wait to find out what happens now!

Diane

He's in deep trouble

He can't possibly claim himself victim without telling the reasons why... Oh. I worded it so it applies to Monica's other side as well. Still, if someone wants my take on how the drug or something ended up in Monica's glass, I blame the ice.

Faraway


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A dangerous game

I've been enjoying this story, and waiting for new episodes with anticipation and dread.

The game Susan and Micheal are playing is very dangerous.

Going anywhere, especially alone, with a serial sociopathic rapist is not a good idea.

Some of the past victims need to come forward to prevent further rapes.

A drug test on any of the past victims would have been enough to do Mark in at that time.

Once work of the rape of Monica gets around the grape vine, will some victims come forward ?
Is CeeCee also a victim ?

Will Micheal report the rape ?
Monica's clothes probably have DNA evidence and a blood test will find the date rape drug.

Only in the dark shadows and in secret can evil like this continue.

Thanks for the story !

D

A dangerous game indeed

All good plot points, and yes the answers are in the next two chapters...

One thing to consider though is that although mike is 'smart' and can pass as a girl, he is also naive in many of the lessons that girls learn growing up. He is still looking at relationships from a male perspective.

I recall the seinfeld episode about the boy playing in the front yard, and another boy walks over. The normal 'male' response is to be friends, invite the boy over to play. Girls tend to be more reticent. Thinking about that rang true to me, and made me, personally, understand many of the differences in how boys and girls treat relationships.

The other point i'd make, and this also refers to upcoming chapters, is that girls are 'meaner' in their relationships with other girls, than boys are with other boys.
Girls refer to each other as BFF's, and tend to form cliq's together, but when you analyze what sometimes goes on, its not really that friendly. Boys do tend to be more transient in friendships, only grouping together around a common interest (such as sport).

There's a good reason your mom said...

...Don't ever be alone with a boy. Especially with a smarmy SOB with a reputation. How's Monica going to do what needs to be done, getting the local constabulary involved, without blowing her cover? This guy needs to go to jail without passing GO and without collecting $200.

Perhaps all the girls he's victimized could band together and Mark would wake up some cold and foggy morning tied to a tree only to find he was beaten severly and was now a gelding.

Great story, BTW. Looking forward to more.

Linda Jeffries
Too soon old, too late smart.

Linda Jeffries
Too soon old, too late smart.
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Coward!

Mark is a coward, using a date rape drug for his own self gratification! (yes I agree it was the ice cubes)

A bribe of $100 dollars to smoooth it over. What crap!

This is a good time to have a talk to her father and get Mark baby sorted for good, before he hurts someone else.

He (Mark) will probably target her to destroy her credibility ASAP, so she needs to act quickly!

LoL
Rita

Age is an issue of mind over matter.
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter!
(Mark Twain)

LoL
Rita

He is a coward

As the next few chapters will cover, mark comes from a family with money, and where sex is a commodity. Not trying to defend him, but this was a case of nurture over nature (although his nature had a lot to do with his behavior as well!)

Becoming Monica - Chapter 10

I, as a gentleman am glad that Monica escaped from that cad. NO MALE HAS THE RIGHT TO FORCE HIMSELF UPON ANOTHER!

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine