Stuck in a Rut - Part 14

Stuck in a Rut.
By Rosalie Redd

Casey Church is a normal 13 year old girl, full of hopes and dreams and fears and anxieties. But in a world where there hasn’t been a girl born in over a century, what is normal?

Chapter 14.

I awoke feeling strange, there was something not right. It took me a minute to realize exactly what it was. The sensation of someone pressed against my back startled me awake. I rolled over, and found myself face to face with Janie. She was asleep, wearing one of Mom’s over-sized tees. I rolled over and promptly fell out of bed.

Getting up from the floor, I saw her open her eyes. “Morning”, she said in a sleepy voice.

I looked at her and stammered for a moment. She laughed and Sat up, pulling the tee down to cover her plain white panties. “After you called me in a panic, your mother spoke to my mom and got permission to say over”, she explained.

I sheepishly looked at myself, I was still wearing my same outfit from the night before. I grabbed some boxers, and a change of clothing from my closet and ran to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, and got dressed in the bathroom. I came back to find Janie had changed into her clothes from last night.

Sitting down next to her, I mumbled to her. “I’m sorry, I know I’m just a bother all the time.”

She looked me square in the eye, leaned closer and punched me in the shoulder… HARD. “You idiot”, she said. “You forget that I was in your place just a few months ago. When I went through it, I had to be put back in the hospital because I would scream and cry all night. They had to keep me under observation, and they made me wear adult diapers, in case of leakage during that part of the change.”

I shuddered, and looked at her. My precious girl. She smiled at me, and I felt good again. Since we had the opportunity, I leaned in and kissed her for a few minutes, while touching her breasts over her shirt.

After we were done, she grinned a huge grin. “I’m a lucky girl. I got to kiss two incredible kissers this weekend. And for the record, you are the better one.”

I blushed and held her hand as we went down stairs to breakfast. After a quick helping of pancakes, Janie had to head back home. Mom offered her a lift, but since it was a nice day, and it was only 6 blocks, she declined and walked home.

I sat on the porch in the sun, and reflected on things. It had been 10 days, but I already didn’t recognize myself. I didn’t mean physically, but that was becoming more and more true, as well. I was a wreck emotionally. I know that my body is flooded with conflicting hormones, but is that really why I keep falling to pieces? If it weren’t for Janie, I’d hate to think of where I’d be. For that matter, DeShaun is trying, I can’t fault him there. Having met his parents, I can see what he’s afraid of.

As I lay in the sun, I guess I nodded off, because I was awakened a delivery man. “Excuse me, miss… Is this where Sidney Church lives? I have a package that needs to be signed for”, he said.

I was taken aback for a moment that the delivery man had called me miss. “I’m his so... daughter, I’ll sign for it.”, I said as I took the package. The man arched an eyebrow momentarily, as I took the clipboard and wrote my signature. He looked it over and decided it was legit. He turned and walked back to his delivery van.

I walked back into the house, and put the envelope on the small desk in the foyer. “Dad! You have a package!”, I called. He came down and looked over at the stand where the letter sat, then he looked at me.

“Is something wrong, Casey?”, he asked with a hint of concern. I shook my head and shrugged, but he wasn’t convinced. “Don’t try to fool me, kiddo. I can read body language quite well. It’s a skill you pick up quickly as a lawyer.”, he chided gently.

I sighed and spoke. “Do I really look different? I know I wasn’t the most macho boy around, but the delivery guy called me ‘miss’ right away. I feel just so… strange. I’m a girl now, but I’m still a boy. And yet that part is fading away slowly, like a part of me is dying. I’m just so confused.”

Dad sat down on the bench by the door, and patted the spot beside him. “I can’t pretend to know what you are going through. I see you going through all this, and you have your mother to go to, and you have your friend Jane. I feel somewhat helpless. But I do know this. Boy or girl or in between, you are my child, and I will love you always.”, he said as he wrapped me in a hug.

I hugged him back, and buried my face in his chest. Dad wasn’t the biggest man around, but in his arms, he felt like a giant that could slay all the demons that came for me.

I took a moment and looked up at him. “You know, it’s entirely possible that I could become one of those girls that calls their father ‘daddy’, and is a huge daddy’s girl.”

He laughed and looked me in the face. “In that case, I reserve the right to spoil my little girl as much as I want.”

I laughed and let go of him. He went and changed, and we went out back and played catch for a while, then he ‘let’ me beat him at Mariokart… well, he claims he did, at least. I know the truth.

After a while dad went back to his study to work on something for his case. I went upstairs and read from my books for a bit. I was entering that stage, so with some degree of trepidation, I flipped open to the first chapter on what happens… down there.

I got a couple paragraphs in, when my phone rang. I looked at the number and smiled. “Hey DeShaun”, I said in a sing-song voice. “What’s up?”

I waited for a second for the answer. “I heard from Jane that you had a difficult night.”

Huh those two were talking about me to each other?
I took a breath. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. Things are starting to rework themselves, and I had a little panic when it came to peeing. It’s all embarrassing girl stuff that you really don’t want to hear”, I said.

I heard him swallow, and I could imagine him doing the uncomfortable conversation dance. You know the one. That one that guys do when girls talk about girl things. I shook my head at that thought. Until recently I was the one doing that.

“There is something I want to ask you about, actually. In my first hour class there is this girl. She’s a little bit on the chubby side. Strawberry blonde, freckles. She keeps giving me odd looks in class. I figured you might know who she is, since she’s on the cheer squad.”, I stated simply.

I heard DeShaun swallow and there was a long silence. “Stay away from her. That girl is dangerous. Listen, I’ll be over in 20 minutes. Just hang tight until I get there.”, with that DeShaun hung up the phone. I was feeling very afraid now, and so I went downstairs and knocked on the door to dad’s study.

“Dad, DeShaun is coming over.”, I said through the door. I heard him shuffling papers and typing away on his laptop.

“Okay honey, just remember to keep your door open if you go upstairs”, he called out.

Omg! Dad was turning into the dad of a teenage girl faster than I was turning into a teenage girl.

DeShaun arrived exactly 17 minutes later, winded from biking all the way over. I invited him to sit with me on the porch swing, so we could talk. I brought a pitcher of lemonade out, and a couple glasses.

“So, what was so urgent that you had to ride over here like your ass is on fire?”, I asked.

He looked at me, noticeable concern showed in his eyes. “That girl, the one you described. Her name is Marcia Hayes. She and I have been in the same class since kindergarten. Back then she was Marc, of course, but she has always been a little odd. Her mother was a cheerleader, and her mother, and so far back that it goes back to before the incident. A family of domineering women. It was pretty much pre-determined that he would become a girl. The men of that family always disappear, and some under mysterious circumstances.”

I swallowed hard as he continued.

“While we were growing up, Marc would act strangely. There were reports of pets in the neighborhood going missing, and then turning up a few days later with serious injuries. I tried to avoid him, but he would stalk me and follow me. He was clingy, and often said that ‘he would be my girlfriend’ one day.”, DeShaun stopped for a sip of his lemonade.

I nodded and poured him another glass as he continued. “When he entered the rut before me, he was disappointed that he ended up with someone other than me. He forced that boy to rut him, and then broke both his arms. When the boy’s father threatened to call the authorities, Marc’s mother stepped in, and the other family suddenly relocated to another state. Since it came out that you and I were together, she might decide to come after you. Like I said, she’s crazy.”

I smiled at him, and took his hand. Stroking the back of it with my thumb, I leaned in and gave him a kiss. Mmm. Janie wasn’t wrong when she said he was a good kisser. I knew that very well. We sat there for a couple minutes before I felt someone looming on my right. Suddenly, I was pulled away from DeShaun, and a booming voice rang out with a loud “What in all hell is going on here?!?”

I landed on my ass as a huge towering man stood over me. I swallowed hard and watched as DeShaun’s father swung and hit him with a punch. Now DeShaun isn’t exactly small, but with his dad looming over us, he glared. I felt scared and began to cry. Damn my female hormones. I was weak, and getting weaker. I sat there helpless as DeShaun’s father hauled him up by the arm and threw him off the deck.

With all the noise and commotion, my father came running out, phone in hand. “I suggest you leave. I have already called the police. And seeing as I am good friends with many members of the police force and district attorney's office, I would go now, if I were you. And another thing. DeShaun stays here with us. Leave now and I won’t file charges for assaulting minors or trespassing.”, he said clearly and calmly. Dad might be only 5’5”, but seeing him stand down a mountain of a man like DeShaun’s father, I didn’t care how tall he was. To me dad was 9 foot tall.

I went over and helped DeShaun up, and hugged him, as soon as I did, the tears began to flow, and they would not stop. He reached around me and held me. I could feel my shivering, but with these two brave men here, I knew I had nothing to fear at all.


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