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Life can be strange, or, should I say, my life was strange. I suppose I should explain that. Not that it started that way, or at least I didn't think that when I was a child. I was different from all the other kids, but I just didn't realize or care for that matter. Hi, I'm George, and this is my story.
The Lucky Charm
Chapter One: In the Beginning
Life can be strange, or, should I say, my life was strange. I suppose I should explain that. Not that it started that way,
or at least I didn't think that when I was a child. I was different from all the other kids, but I just didn't realize or
care for that matter. Hi, I'm George, and this is my story.
When I was little, I knew I was different than other children. But I never said anything to anyone, even my parents. They
both loved me, and my younger sister, Darlene, though they had very different ways of showing us that love. Did they love my
sister more than me? If so, was it because she was a girl and I was a boy? Or because she was the younger one and maybe
needed more attention. I don't really know for sure. Can anyone ever really know with certainty.
Anyway, I seemed to get along by myself more than others did at a younger age. Not that I ever really fit in with the normal
peer groups. I was overweight for one thing and not very coordinated, lacking the skills to play sports well. Actually, I
was that not quite fat kid, who was always on the nerdy side. I had friends, but was kind of a loner, and that was okay.
Now my sister was just the polar opposite of me. Thin, athletic, attractive and popular. Everyone wanted to be around her,
including me, even though I was a few years older than her. She seemed to know a young age that her older brother needed her
support and looked out for me, like she was the elder of the two. So we were close, for a brother and sister. You could even
say that I looked up to her. Sure, we had our rough patches, but what siblings didn't.
When I was about five, I found out that I liked playing with sister Darlene, Darla for short. Mom didn't mind, she thought
it was cute that I loved my little sister enough to play with her all the time. Dad was less tolerant than mom was and was
always trying to get me outside. It helped gain a love for the great outdoors. Something I hold dear to this very day.
That's probably when it all started. You see, I've always wished that I had been born, as a girl. It's what they call
'Gender Dysphoria Disorder'. Not that I knew that back then. The feelings grew through high school, not that I did anything
about it, just suffered in silence.
As chance would have it, Darla made the mistake of succumbing to peer pressure and ended up pregnant in her junior year. The
senior, who was the father of said child told her she was on her own, since he wasn't going to give up his college
scholarship and a chance in the NFL just because she wasn't on the pill. What an asshole he was.
Mom and dad never made her feel bad, and simply said it was a part of life. There was no choice in keeping the baby, since
all life is precious. The option of putting the child up for adoption was discussed and discarded, our parents felt that it
was important to be responsible for your own actions. We all would help with the baby when she came. Yes, it was going to be
a girl.
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When Keara Katherine Lawrence was born on the 10th of March 1996, it change all our lives. And it really changed me from
then on. From that day I realized that I would never become a mother myself and felt very depressed. I vowed to be as close
as I could to my niece and to help raising her as much as possible.
Keara grew like the proverbial weed, and was talking and walking before we knew it. She would never call me uncle George,
preferring to just use Georgie, cause that is what my sister called me, and that was fine with me. Until one time when she
was three or so and she had me playing tea party with her, when something I said cause Darla to correct me by saying, "Now
Georgie, etiquette, please!"
Keara misheard what her mother said and thought she had called me 'Georgette', thinking it very funny since I was wearing a
sun bonnet at the time. From that moment forward Keara only called me Georgette, and when she got older she would call me
Aunt Georgette, or Aunt Georgie. I loved her for that, since she didn't know that would have been my heart's desire.
Our lives went on as they are want to do. You know what I mean, school, jobs, dates, and then more school, then college. Not
very many dates though. I was now 35 and working full-time, not that the job mattered, it was just a means unto an end. It
held no future and I didn't really like it much, except it left me with the time I needed to spend with Keara, who would
soon be 16, the same age as when her mother had her.
As much as her mother liked the outdoors, Keara was much more at home in the woods. She loved to fish, shoot archery and
played softball like a pro. She played both school and travel ball since she was eight, and looked like she would end up
with a full ride scholarship to college. Our family couldn't have been happier for her.
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We lost dad about a month before Keara's birthday, his heart had finally given out. He had left us a video he had made
telling us not to mourn his death, but to celebrate his life, that's just the way he was, you fix what you can and get by
with the rest. Darla and I were old enough to almost understand, mom helped us a lot. Keara for all of her almost 16 years
took it better than most girls her age, she would miss him, but would remember him for all the right reasons.
This was about the time when my life took a turn down a far different road. I was looking for a special present for Keara's
16th birthday, and found what I thought would be the perfect gift. After much searching, I found it in a second hand store
that carried jewelry. Some of the stuff was old and antique, verging on historical relics. And there was some fairly new
stuff.
It was a charm bracelet, woven with gold and silver wires. I say woven, but it looked more like braiding, the way it was
done almost looked like some old Nordic runes, which I liked as our family had roots back to there. What made the bracelet
special were the charms. There were charms for all of Keara's favorite things, like a fish, a bat and ball with a glove, a
crossed pair of arrows over a bow, and the head of a white-tailed stag. There was a star from a white crystal, a four leaf
clover in a green crystal and a pink crystal rose.
The bracelet sat arced in display from clasp to clasp with the four leaf clover in the center. The green crystal glowing and
twinkling as though it had a life of its own. I stood mesmerized for some time, until the shop clerk woke me out of my
state.
He asked, "Are you interested in the bracelet Sir?" Then, "The price is quite reasonable for something as old as this."
I said, "Old? It hardly looks more than a couple of years old." The tag beneath the bracelet called it 'The Lucky Charm',
that was probably because the green clover was in the center of the others. And now that I looked closer, it was obvious
that the crystal charms and the bracelet itself were older than the standard charms. "If it's so old, why is the no higher
than it is?" Seeing the price marked, after many slashes through them, showed a final price of $25.
The keeper stuttered for a moment, then, "Well, you see, I sell it and it keeps being returned, and no one ever says why
they are returning it. So I figured for so little a price, someone will just keep it and give it a good home. And it is
quite old, the best guess is it was made around 975ad and given to Erik the Red when he was banished from Iceland for three
years in 980ad. No one knows who actually made it, but that's the story anyway."
I said, "Well, I don't think I believe a wild tale like that, but for that price, I'm certain my niece will love it. So you
have a buyer."
"You won't regret it sir! Would you like that gift wrapped? I'm sure I have something that will look very pretty for your
niece."
After it was wrapped and I thanked him, I left the little shop feeling very good about myself, Keara would just love the
bracelet, and I am sure mom and Darla would love the shop keeper's tall tail.
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The day before Keara's birthday, her team had won a major tournament, and part of the celebration was her's and another
girls birthdays. Even though mom, Darla and I were there, we always went to all of her games. We decided to have our own
family party on our own at home, just a quiet day.
It was in the early afternoon when we had her open her gifts. She was happy with all of them. When she opens my gift, she
sat stunned by what she saw. She came to me and gave me a big hug to thank me. Darla and mom were very surprised by the
bracelet, and even a little shocked by the tale given by the shopkeeper.
Having eaten our pieces of cake and ice cream, Darla told Keara to go wash her hands and to clean the plates. She said, "Ok
mom, I'll do that. But Georgette, would you hold onto my bracelet, please?" Of course I said I would. She took the bracelet
off her wrist and put it on mine.
I said, "You know, I could have just held it for you!"
She replied, "I know, I just wanted to see how it looks on someone else."
After Keara goes to clean up, Darla asked me if I could change a light bulb she couldn't reach without getting out the
stepladder. It was in the bathroom, so I went to change it. I found out the floor was wet when I placed my sock clad feet in
the room. I yelled at Darla that now my socks were wet as I reached for the dead bulb.
Darla yells back, "That's why I need the bulb changed, so I can mop the floor, Sorry!"
And that was the last thing I heard her say. Cause at that moment, my hand with the bracelet on it reached the bulbs
darkened sphere. There was a large arc of electricity from the bulb socket to the bracelet on my wrist, and I was knocked
flat on my ass. Just before I lost consciousness, I thought, 'Just great, I go and get myself killed on Keara's birthday,
she's never going to forgive me.'
End of Chapter 1
Thank You for reading!
Goddess Blessings!
The Lucky Charm
Chapter Two: The Road to Recovery
I was just coming around, realizing that I was flat on my back. I had just been electrocuted, why was I still alive. Then I
heard Darla scream, so I couldn't have been out for very long, bare moments. I moaned, barely audible. God, I hurt all over.
Again, how was I even alive after that shock? Guess I was just lucky! Ha, ha.
I opened my eyes to see Darla bent over me, a shocked look on her face. "My God Georgie, are you alright? You scared me half
to death." She was hyperventilating, trying to calm down.
I tried to say that I was alright and that everything was fine, but nothing came out of my mouth, just the barest of
squeaks. Just then Keara came to see what all the noise was.
She started crying, afraid I was dying, worry plain on her beautiful face. She managed to say, "Georgie, Georgie, please
don't leave us."
Mom came into the now becoming confined space of the bathroom. She took stock of what was happening and said, "Keara, get
Georgie some water, please. I think it will help with his throat. Then, maybe he can tell us how he feels."
Keara went to the sink and grabbed the bottle of water next to the mouth wash and brought it back to me. I was still flat on
my back, so she opened the bottle and tipped a little into the side of my open mouth. The water was cold and clean, it felt
like nothing better had ever passed my lips.
I savored the moment, then asked, "Help me up, please, I feel so weak right now."
Keara pulled on both my hands trying to drag me up. Darla from behind lifted under my arms. We got about half way up, when
we all slipped and fell to the wet floor on our backsides. Everyone was deadly silent, until I moaned and started to
chuckle, which soon turned into a full laugh and just couldn't stop myself. Soon they were all laughing and giggling with
me.
Mom said, "Well, I guess you're feeling better?"
I said, "No, not really. I feel like hell, and I hurt all over! But it was just so damned funny." Causing another round of
laughter.
Still holding onto my hands, it was Keara that noticed her bracelet, "Everybody, look at the charms on the bracelet, the
crystals are glowing." She was right, all three of the crystal charms pulsed with an inner life to them. The green clover
and the pink rose pulsed together and the blue star pulsed to counterpoint.
Making another attempt to stand, succeeding this time, though I was a bit wobbly on my feet. I said to Keara, "Keara, take
off the bracelet, please, then I'm going to change and then take a nap. I feel very tired still."
She turned it to the clasp and was working at taking it off my wrist. Finally, in a fit of exasperation, she said, "It won't
come off Georgie! It looks like it is welded together. You get changed and take your nap for now, we'll worry about it
later. Okay?"
I just nodded in agreement, and allowed myself to be led to my room. Yes, we still all lived together, just one big happy
family. As I was about to close the door, I told Keara, "Tell your mom to turn off the light switch before she tries
changing that bulb, we don't need another repeat of what just happened. Okay?"
I closed the door, then dropped my pants and boxers together, the socks came off as I slid my feet out of the pant legs. I
reached up and pulled my damp shirt off, dropping it to the floor with the rest of my wet clothes. Kicking them to the side,
they came to rest in front of the mirror on the closet door. Looking at myself in the mirror, I hated what I saw there.
I hated everything about myself, especially that thing between my legs. If I could only have been born as a girl, I wouldn't
care how I looked. Well, that's not really true, of course I would care, but I would still be a girl then. I turned from the
mirror, too disgusted with what I saw there.
I grabbed a pair of clean sports shorts from my dresser and pulled them on. I fell onto the bed, wrapping myself up in the
blankets. Tears streaming down my face, I thought, Why couldn't I have been born a girl? Life would be so much better. Those
were the last thoughts I had as I fell into a deep and troubled sleep.
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In my dreams, I had many strange visions, but none more strange than sitting in a psychologist's office. It was a nice
office and I felt completely safe there, sitting on a sofa across from the doctor. She was very attractive, long legs, tight
curvy body, medium to large in the chest, with the face of a goddess, and long curly medium red hair down almost to her
backside. Though her eyes were her most striking feature, they were a golden hazel green and sparkled to match her mood.
She was asking me a question, I didn't remember what she said, "I'm sorry, I got distracted for a moment there, what did you
ask again doctor?"
She smiled, her amusement showing in her I eyes, her beautiful eyes. She said, "I was asking what it was that you disliked
about yourself, you actually said, 'I hate the way I look.' So I asked what you disliked so much?" Again, that sparkle in
her eyes, completely captivating.
"Oh, right. Well, to start with, I'm a male and I just don't see myself that way. On the inside I feel as though that I
should be female, it seems the worst kind of luck to be a male. And I hate that. Why are some people so lucky to be born
female?"
That smile again, "So, you want to be pretty? You don't feel pretty as a boy?"
I felt frustrated, "No... well, yes, I suppose so, feeling pretty would be nice, but I would be happy, so very happy to just
be an average girl, just about any girl. But I'm not, I'm a boy, and I hate that."
"I see... " She said.
Almost breaking into tears, "NO, I don't think you really do see... How can you? You're a woman, a very beautiful woman, how
can you know what it's like to be trapped in a male body? You can't possibly know how I feel." Fully breaking into tears,
"I'm so ashamed of myself!"
She asked, "Have you ever thought about suicide before? Please be honest here, I can't help if you don't let me."
I looked down, unable to meet her eyes, I nodded, "Yes, I've thought about it, but I could never do that to my family, it
would be too selfish of me to put them through that. It wouldn't be fair to them."
She said, "More or less fair that living in the wrong body?"
"It's not the same thing, Oh, you just don't understand."
She smiled, "I understand more than you think I do. But let's put that aside for now. There are ways you can become female,
it takes time, it's not instantaneous, but you could still be female."
I sighed, "I know, I've looked into all that since I was old enough to understand what was wrong with me, but it is just too
expensive. It was just never meant to be."
"Okay, let's put that aside for now too. Let's concentrate on something you can change. If you could change just one thing,
just one little thing about yourself, what would it be? It doesn't matter how small the change, just something that will
help you feel better about yourself."
I thought for a bit, then, "Just a small change?" Looking at her. She nodded. "Well, I would change my hair color, I've
never liked this dirty blondish brown color." She encouraged me to go on. "I wish my hair was more like yours, red, but with
more like a bright new penny."
Again she smiled, warming me to the heart, "So, you would want to be a 'ginger' in the true sense of the word, is that it?"
I smiled in return, feeling her infectious warmth, "That would be a start!"
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There was a knock on the bedroom door, I called, "Come in." I was having the strangest dream, now if I could only remember
what it was. Oh well, dreams are like that.
It was Keara, "Georgette, we held off dinner as long as possible, but you should really get up. I hope you're feeling
better?"
I stretched as I sat up, untwisting myself from the blankets, "Keara, be a dear and flip the light switch, please?" I heard
her gasp as the light came on. "What is it? What's wrong Keara?" All she could do was point to the mirror. I got up and
turned to the mirror, then back to the bed, then again to the mirror. "What the hell!" I was completely bald.
A quick peek down my shorts revealed just how bald, I was. On a closer inspection in the mirror confirmed it. There wasn't a
single hair or trace of one on my body, not my eyebrows or even my lashes, "Shit!"
Grabbing a shirt from the back of my chair of my computer desk, Keara looked at the bed sheets before turning to me and
throwing the shirt at me, "Ewww, all your hair is all over the bed, that's just sick!"
Pulling the shirt over my now bare head, I pushed her ahead of me out the door. Following her to the dining table, I noticed
that Keara seemed a little taller than I thought. "Keara?" I asked as we sat down, "Have you had another growth spurt
recently?" It was then that mom and Darla notice the dead cat in the room.
She just snorted, "Yea, I wish! No, I'm still the same average 5ft 7in I have been for the last year and a half." Laughing,
"Maybe you're just getting shorter, Ha ha."
Almost as one, together, mom and Darla asked what happened to my hair. I tried to explain that it all fell out while I was
sleeping. Darla reached over and rubbed my head, "Ooh, your skin is so soft, just like Keara's was when she was a baby."
I felt my own head, she was right, it did feel very soft. I never noticed that before. Oh well, just one more thing to chalk
up to a very unusual day. I still couldn't get Keara's bracelet off though. Well, I might have to get her a new clasp if I
have to get it cut off.
The strangest part is, you remember the TV show "Smalleville"? When Lex was caught in the meteor storm as a boy and it
burned off all of his hair, he still had eyebrows and lashes. I guess the actor just didn't want to go that far for the
role.
After dinner, I helped Keara with the dishes and kept noticing that she seemed bigger somehow. After that we watched some TV
while Keara did some homework due in the morning, I tried to help where I could, but I wasn't very good at math. Thank god I
will be off tomorrow, I still felt like I could use a week of sleep.
Shortly, mom came in and sat down on the sofa next to Darla and I, "Just so you know Dear, I changed your bed sheets since
you still feel so tired." She snickered, "All I had left that would fit were Keara's old sheets that she had in elementary
school after she first got her new big girl bed."
Before I could say a thing, Darla laughed out loud, "The pink ones with 'Hello Kitty' all over them?" They all just laughed
so hard at that. I just got up and said good night and headed for bed. Could this day have been any stranger?
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I woke up the next day and knew it was later than I usually got up, the sun streaming through the window proved it was after
three in the afternoon. My room was on the shaded side of the house and was mostly dark throughout the day. I stretched,
sitting up and felt a whole lot better than when I went to sleep last night, but boy was I ever hungry. And I had to pee so
badly I could barely hold it to make it to the bathroom.
It's probably a good thing I didn't see myself in the mirror until after I was done at the toilet, or I would have most
likely wet myself. Since I was mostly still half asleep, I hadn't noticed a tickle along my neck. What the mirror showed was
that I now had a full head of hair.
And not just any hair, nothing like my hair had been, thank god! No, it was bright red, the color of a new copper penny. It
came down to the top of my shoulders, not too long, just long enough to be popular with the high school kids these days. And
that wasn't all. My eyebrows and lashes had grown back too! The same bright ginger, red. I was so happy, but why did that
make me so happy, I didn't fully understand.
End of Chapter 2
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Goddess Blessings!
The Lucky Charm
Chapter Three: As American as Apple Pie
Feeling better than I had in ages, I stretched again, twisting and popping muscles, feeling them loosen and ease. Reaching
high overhead, my shorts fell down. Well that hasn't happened in a long time now. I pulled them back up and retied the
string on them tighter than before, noticing as I did so that my little pudge belly was gone. I was liking this more and
more all the time.
I went back to my room and grabbed a shirt out of the dresser. Pulling it over my head and over my chest, I noticed that it
felt itchy, and a little looser than normal. But that was a good thing since all my clothes usually fit a little too tight
for my liking.
I dashed into the kitchen for something to eat, I was so hungry by now. Looking over the choices, I reached for my usual go
to, chips and cookies. Before I could even turn around and head for the family room, I decided those were poor choices, I
needed something better. The girls were always telling me that I needed to eat better. Putting the other stuff away, I
decided on a bowl of low fat strawberry yogurt, added some of granola Darla was forever trying to get me to eat, and grabbed
a banana for good measure.
Tasting the yogurt and granola as I sat on the sofa, I couldn't believe how good it was, and add the banana, Oh my god! I
thought I was in heaven. Keara came in through the door, dropping her book bag just inside the door and hopped over the back
of the sofa and landed next to me. "Hey Georgie, feeling better?" Seeing what I had in hand, she laughed and said, "Okay,
who are you and what have you done with Georgie!" Then noticing my hair, "Oh Christ! look at your hair, that's just so
amazing!"
I answered, "Oh, yeah, isn't it nice that it grew back, and I just love the color. I always loved red hair." Then thinking
about the prior question, "You guys are always on me about eating better things, so I figured that I would give it a try." I
thought she looked bigger again, even sitting she usually had to look up at me, now, she still did, but not like before.
Before I could say anything, she grabbed my arm and looked closely, rubbing her hand along my arm. It sent shivers down my
spine. "Look, even your arm hair is back, and the same as the rest, ginger. And so soft too." I felt my arm and she was
right, fine little red hairs, so soft, it almost felt like fur. Then I felt the hair on my head, god it was so soft and
silky.
Keara did the same, and then smelled my hair. That was a bit strange. Then she said, "Nice and soft, and it smells like... "
Sniffing again at my hair, "... apples and cinnamon. Did you shampoo and condition already?"
I shook my head no, pulling a strand of hair and smelling it. She was right, it had the faint scent of fresh apple pie. Just
then, my tummy rumbled, reminding me to finish eating my food as it had gone untouched through our exchange. "Sorry!" As I
started eating again.
Keara left for a moment while I finished eating. I took my now empty bowl to the kitchen and cleaned it, putting it and the
spoon in the drainer tray. Keara finds me there, takes my hand and leads me to the dining table, pushing me down onto a
chair. I see she has her brush and a hair. She says, "If you're going to keep your hair this long, you're going to have to
learn to take care of it. It's very easy."
As she brushed out my hair, it felt nice to spend time with her. As she got older, she spent more time with her friends at
school and her teammates on her softball teams. Thankfully, since I helped with the team, well, I did keep the score book, I
was at every one of her games. All of her friends at least tolerated me, though some were friendly.
She was saying, "Now it's really easy to keep your hair neat this way. The only thing you'll probably want to do is wear it
in a ponytail, I even wear one at bedtime to keep from yanking on my hair with the pillow. For that you want it high on your
head, almost at the top. For daytime, you tie the tail lower depending on your mood." Showing me the difference, "Most guys
wear it low at the base of the neck."
Continuing, "Or, depending on whether you wear a ballcap, if you want the tail below the headband or through the hole in the
back. You know, like us girls do, on the team. You just won't want to wear any ribbons though... unless you want to. Ha,
ha."
I said, "Your very funny, little girl. You're just lucky that you're my favorite niece."
She reached around and gave me a hug, kissing me on the cheek, "Thank you! But as far as I know, I'm your only niece."
Sticking her tongue out at me and laughing. She brushed my hair into a nice middle of the head ponytail, tying it off.
Sitting back to admire her work, "Wow, I think your hair has gotten even longer since I've gotten home."
Now that she mentioned it, with my hair up, it shouldn't touch anything but a little of my neck. But I could clearly feel it
brush against the tops of my shoulders as I turned my head side to side. If it kept growing like this, it would be swishing
my backside by tomorrow morning.
There was more of a scent of apple pie in the hair, whether it was from having my hair grown longer or Keara's brushing, I
had no idea. It almost seemed as I had my very own scent going for me. It's not so bad I suppose, if you have to smell like
something, nothings wrong with apple pie.
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Soon after that Darla arrived at home from work, where she manages a very large hair salon. Mom followed her into the house
returning from her day of caring for older folk in a retirement home, some people called it a nursing home, mom thought of
it as assisted living, she was an RN.
As they came into the family room, they both noticed my hair. Making such a big deal about it, I was starting to feel a
little self conscious about it. They weren't really teasing me, just kidding me, they knew how much I hated to be bullied
from when I was in school.
Mom went to change out of her work clothes while Darla and Keara got started on dinner. When I asked if they needed any
help, Darla said, "What's with you all of a sudden? It's not like you to help in the kitchen Georgie."
Just as I opened my mouth to answer, Keara broke in with, "Georgie's acting very strange, when I came home from school, I
found him eating a bowl of yogurt with granola and a banana. I said 'Who are... "
Darla finished, "You? And what have you done with my brother?" They were both laughing when mom came into the kitchen and
the two of them went into great detail about what was so funny. Mom joined in the fun.
"Ha, ha, you are all so funny. If you don't need my help, I'll just go watch the TV. I hope you're happy?" I know they were
just happy that I was starting to take better care of myself, and that they meant well. Still, sometimes things like that
hurt a little bit.
I sat down on the sofa, not quite flopping down, kind of in a mood, and started flipping through channels. I settled on the
Food Network channel watching Bobby Flay making some kind of Tapas. For some reason I just started softly crying, I don't
know why. The tears just kept coming.
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I must have fallen asleep, cause the next thing I knew, I was back in that pretty doctors office. I was still crying just
like before I fell asleep. How did I know this was a dream? Could I even know?
She leaned forward in her chair, concern on her face. She seemed to radiate compassion, just seeing her made me feel better.
She asked, "Oh dear, what's the matter? Don't you like the way your hair came out?"
"What?" Still sniffling, but the tears fading away. "Oh yes, I love my hair now!" Feeling it, I could tell that it came
about the bottom of my shoulder blades, it was still in the ponytail just like Keara had tied it. "It's longer again, I hope
it doesn't get any longer than this." Feeling that if I were a girl, this would be the perfect length.
Sitting back, again with that beautiful smile on her face, "Oh, I'm pretty sure it won't get any longer." Like she hid a
secret from me, but I never noticed. "Last time you were here, you said you wanted to be a ginger, now, if you could change
another small thing about yourself, what would it be?"
Thinking real hard, taking my time, like this was important. Finally, I said, "I always liked green eyes, but not just
green, the most beautiful eyes are a golden hazel green. Just like your eyes, doctor... " You know, I didn't know her name,
"... Doctor."
She smiled that smile again, it made me feel so warm and cared for, "Why, thank you, Georgie! I'm very flattered you like my
eyes. You know what they say? Don't you?"
"That they are the window to the soul?" Hoping I got it right.
"That's exactly right. And I really believe it too! If you look into someone's eyes, you can always tell if they are telling
you the truth. And if they won't look you in the eye, chances are they are hiding something. They shouldn't be trusted. Oh,
you should just call me Dr F."
The look she gave me, made me feel very special.
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I woke to Keara shaking my shoulder telling me dinner was ready on the table. I mumbled that I would be right there, just
need to use the restroom first.
After flushing, I turned to wash my hands, a quick scrub and I was reaching for the towel. OMG, my eyes, they were now so
different. A sparkling green compared to my old average brown. This was just so wonderful, now, wasn't I just dreaming
something about my eyes, I can't remember.
I headed for dinner wonder who of my family would notice first, my bet was Keara. She was always so attuned to me. And I
wasn't wrong.
Even before I could sit down, Keara was like, "Jesus H. Christ... "
Mom was, "Keara! You weren't raised to act like that, what has got into you?"
She pointed to my eyes, "His eyes have changed color now! Look. They're gorgeous! Absolutely amazing, golden hazel green.
Just amazing!"
They just stared at me while I took my seat next to Keara. Finally, I said, "Well, I guess that electrical shock, I took
yesterday has caused some changes. And I for one am very happy with those changes." A smug look on my face. Between all that
has happened, my hair loss, then coming back in longer and fuller with just the right color, my flatter belly, and now my
eyes, I felt pretty damned good. So what if maybe I was an inch or two shorter, I could live with that.
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Chapter Four: A Journey Started
Dinner passed quickly, and for the most part quietly. They each made comments about how assertive I had been and how
atypical it was for me. Though my new eating habits seemed to be gathering approval.
After we finished eating, Darla and mom did the cleaning chores, it was their turn. Keara and I went to the family room for
her to do her homework while I watched the TV, though I was more into trying to help Keara with her school work. Tonight I
even found that I understood her work better than I normally did. Thank god for small wonders.
Since I understood better, I seemed to be more helpful to Keara, she got done much sooner than most nights. Feeling like she
owed me something in return, she asked if she could play around with my hair a little. I said if it would make her happy,
then, sure, go ahead.
As she brushed my hair out, she said she wanted to try a few things to see how it worked, saying it was easier to see how
something looked on someone else to see if she wanted to do it to her own hair. I just nodded, closing my eyes and relaxing.
It was very comforting, having her play with my hair.
With my back turned to her on the sofa, I let her have her way. At some point, mom and Darla had come in and sat down
quietly. I didn't notice till I heard the sound of mom's coffee cup as she replaced it on the end table. I opened my eyes to
see mom looking at me intently with a smile on her face.
Mom said, "You girls enjoying yourselves?" There was no hint of malice or condemnation in her tone, just being silly.
I smiled in return. Keara said, "Yes we are! Georgie is helping me try some things to see if I like them. Plus He helped me
so much with my homework, I got done way early." Smoothing my hair down my back with her hand, she says, "God, how can you
stand these itchy shirts? If I wore one of these it would drive me crazy. And forget about going bra-less, my poor little
girls would be rubbed raw and sore in minutes."
It took me a moment to realize what she was saying. I blushed a little bit, you get used to these kind of things being said,
when you live in a house of nothing but women. And I really shouldn't bother me, after all, I have bathed Keara, and changed
her diaper when she was a baby and as a little girl. She and I were very close, and I had made her a promise a long time
ago, that she could ask me any question about anything, and I would never lie to her. I did say, that if I felt it was a
subject I didn't feel was appropriate that she should ask her mother.
Now then, Keara was neither flat chested or overly endowed, for her height (5ft-7in), she had a very athletic build, I know
from having done enough laundry in this house, that depending on what brand she bought, she wore a 34-b or 34-c. So she
could get away without always wearing a bra. But it was seldom that she did.
I let the comment pass without saying a word, I knew that was always the safest thing to do. That was a lesson that I had
learned from watching dad for the most, and from seeing Darla's occasional boyfriends crash and burn over something so
insanely stupid. Most of the time once a subject was commented on, it was like, 'In for a penny - in for a pound', they just
never learned when to keep their mouths closed.
After some tugging and more brushing, Keara stopped and asked, "So, what do you think?" Putting a mirror in my hand, as she
held a second one. I had to admit that it looked pretty good, at least to me. It had a tight braid on both sides starting at
the temples going back and joining in the center holding the lower half in order with a ponytail cascading over the whole
thing."
I said the first thing that came to mind, "I think it looks fantastic! You should definitely use this style, it looks
elegant and playful, it also seems that it would be easy to keep without much fuss."
Keara was very pleased, "I think so too!" Thinking a little bit, she said, "You know, if your face was just a tiny bit
softer, a little rounder, with your hair like this, you could... " Looking to see if I would react, "... almost pass for a
girl. Just saying Georgie."
That really didn't bother me like she may have thought. Actually, it made me feel even better about myself. I smiled to let
her know that it didn't cause me any harm that she had said that, "Yea, you're probably right about that. Except, I'm a
little too tall, and absolutely no figure, but yeah, I agree."
She seemed relieved that I hadn't taken any offense to her words, "Hey, if I show you how to do it, do you think you'd like
to try doing my hair the same way? Please!" She tried using those puppy-dog eyes on me and I just had to laugh, she was just
so comical.
I laughingly said, "What? Now I'm your BFF or one of your girlfriends?" Then it kind of dawned on me that I really had no
close friends my own age. Except for the people at work, I hated my job, and they weren't really friends, just people I had
to deal with, most of the people I got along the best with, were Keara's friends from school and her team. My heart suddenly
warming to the idea, "Sure, Why not? Anything for my BFF."
That seemed to make her very happy, and that made me very pleased. We spent the rest of the evening together with her
showing me the ins and outs of doing the hair style. I actually was having a lot of fun. I wished I didn't have to go to
work tomorrow. I wished that I could do high school over, at least the last two years or so, so that maybe my life could go
in a different direction than it had.
When it was time for bed, I had managed to do a very good job at making Keara's hair like she had made mine. She asked me if
I wanted her to undo my hair so I could go to work in the morning. I just said, "No, leave it like it is, I like it, and I
don't care what anyone at work thinks."
She gave me a hug and kiss, "Night Georgie, I love you!" I returned the hug and kiss and told her I loved her too. God, that
was so sweet of her, she hadn't said that for a couple of years. I know that children get out of the habit of saying things
like 'I love you', afraid of being ridiculed by their peers, but it really felt good.
I headed for bed, taking the shirt off, I realized how right Keara had been, that shirt was just too scratchy. I found
something a little softer, an old PJ top that I thought I had outgrown. I had to admit it felt pretty good. Not bothering to
close the door, I hit the sheets and was out almost before my head hit the pillow.
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I was back in Doctor F's office, sitting in the chair across from her and feeling very comfortable. She smiled and said,
"You look like you're feeling better. What has you in such a good mood?"
I looked at myself as best I could, even feeling my hair. I was just about the way I had laid down in bed. Wow, I just
realized that I knew this was a dream. That would explain the PJ's I had on, they were a soft blue with yellow, pink and
green bears, mixed with silver stars. God, they were so soft too.
She gave me that smile again, like she knew that I had realized something very important. "I feel very good right now, I
feel safe whenever I come here, yet, I know it is a dream. Am I wrong?"
"No, you are very correct, this is your dream! Does that bother you?" Looking for some sign that I was upset.
Without a second of thought, "No, I'm fine with that. Why shouldn't I be fine, I'm dreaming of talking with a very beautiful
woman, the only problem is that you're not real. Just my luck, I finally meet the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and
it's all in my head."
This time, her smile took on a sense of amusement, "Oh, and who said I wasn't real? You may not have met me in the waking
world, yet! But I assure you, I am just as real as you are, my dear." Whatever she meant by that, she didn't care to
elaborate. I tried to hide my annoyance as best I could.
I could tell she knew everything there was to know about me and I could not hide from her. "So, let's continue from the last
time, shall we? What would you change next?"
I seemed to recall everything that had happened between Keara and me before going to bed, I told the doctor all that we had
talked about and did. It seemed like we talked all night long. Before I knew it, Doctor F says, "Well, that's all the time
we have for now, I'll see you soon, Georgie."
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I woke up feeling just plain fantastic. Stretching and sitting up, before getting out of bed, just as Keara stuck her head
in the door saying that breakfast was almost ready. I followed her to the table thinking about my dream last night and tried
to remember what it was about. Never could remember my dreams, maybe someday I will.
As we passed through the door frame into the dining area, I noticed the marks, you know, the marks you put somewhere to
check how much you or your kids have grown, yeah, that one. Since Keara seemed to have gotten a little taller, again. I compared
her height against her last mark, just made the morning of her 16th birthday a few days ago. And she was right, she wasn't
any taller than before, so what gives.
I looked closer at the marks, paying more attention to my own marks, the last one being from my 20th birthday. It was five
and a half inches above Keara's at 6ft-1/2in, but now I was shorter than my last mark. I grabbed the ruler hanging on a cord
next to the frame with one hand and the pencil with the other. Stepping up to the frame, marked my height with the ruler and
stepped back to mark it with the pencil. I marked the date first, then measured the difference with the ruler, and wrote it
next to the date, 5ft-10 1/2in, I had lost two inches.
I took my seat next to Keara. Turning to look at me, she said, "Your hair has grown out some more, it looks really good on
you!" I told her thank you! And then she noticed the new mark I put on the frame, comparing those top two marks, "OMG,
you're two inches shorter today!"
Looking down at the bracelet I gave her for her birthday that still was locked on my wrist, I started to get the feeling
like I knew what was happening to me. And if I was right, then soon I was going to be a very happy person. I said to Keara,
"I think you'll get your bracelet back in a few days, if we're lucky." As I played with the green clover charm which still
pulsed with my heartbeat.
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Chapter 5: Day on the Job
Getting ready for work in the bathroom, running water for my shower waiting for the temperature to rise enough. I looked in
the mirror to see if I needed to shave, but no, nothing had started to grow back, thank you very much. I noticed my facial
features looked a little softer than last night, almost heart shaped. My eyes looked bigger, nose smaller, not that it was
big before.
Even my lips looked a little fuller, and my cheeks definitely looked higher too. I almost wanted to squeal with glee. I shed
my clothes and got in the shower to wash up. While washing, I did more checking to see if anything else was changing, and
found that the thing I hated most about myself was definitly smaller than normal. I kissed the charm bracelet to thank
whoever was responsible for this miraculous change.
I didn't know if I should say anything to anyone about this as I was drying off. I decided to keep it to myself for a little
while longer. I found that dressing was harder than I thought though. Most of my clothes just didn't seem to fit right, they
all seemed too large for my slowly shrinking body. Though I did find something that fit that looked like it was left over
from 9th or 10th grade photo day at school. If I got too much smaller, I'd have no clothes to wear at all.
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I managed to make it to work without anyone saying anything to me about the way I looked, not even the barista's at my usual
Java shop. All went normal as I made it to my desk and started on the normal PC logon for my job, until my desk mate, who
didn't bother to look up from his own screen, said, "Sorry Miss, that desk spot is for my partner George Lawrence, if you're
new here, you need to be assigned to a desk with a partner of your own."
I took a sip of my coffee, then cleared my throat, "Walter?" He finally raised his eyes to me.
He sputters, "I'm sorry dude, didn't realize it was you George. And what's with the hair man, you look just like a girl at a
glance."
I justed laughed at him, "Dude! You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Besides, I like my hair like this! You got a problem
with that?" Finally acting like I had some fire in my soul.
He responded just like most guys would, thinking he was being funny, "Geez, if I'd known it was that time of the month, I
wouldn't have said anything to you." The male co-workers in the area all thought it was hilarious, the female ones just
shook their heads in annoyance.
I was so indignant with what he said that I stood abruptly, sending my desk chair to fall loudly to the floor, "How Dare
You! To say something so... so.... blatantly sexist with everyone able to hear what you say. Would you like to repeat that
to MS Miller in HR? I'm sure she'd have something to say on that matter!"
I stamped my foot as I headed for the elevator. I was so mad at that point that I couldn't have heard a canon if it had gone
off. If I had, I might have heard the sound of all the female and half of my male co-workers clapping as they stood up from
their desks.
I wasn't sure if I should really go to HR or not, blindly in my fury I stabbed at a floor number. The door dinged and I
started walking. I walked a few minutes, up and down the hallways. Finally, I had enough and stopped, stamping both my feet
in frustration with my eyes closed and my fists clenched.
I counted to ten slowly. Ok, I can do this, I'll just go back to my desk and forget what Walter had said, I can do this! I
opened my eyes and turned, almost running down Ms Miller coming out of her office to see what was wrong in the hallway. I
took a step back, "I'm sorry, I didn't know where I was for a moment."
I tried to step around her, but she took my hand, leading me into her office, she said, "I think we need to talk, okay? It's
George isn't it?" I nodded as she leads me to a sofa she had in the office. Worried that she might be out of place saying
it, "Or do you prefer to use a different name now?"
Not knowing where this was headed, I just said, "My family all calls me Georgie."
She nods, "I heard what happened upstairs. If you hadn't ended up at my door just now I was going to come find you." She sat
next to me and took my hand again, holding it on my knee. "I understand, it must be difficult right now for you, everything
is new and different."
I nod, "Yes. Wait... what?" I had no idea what she was saying.
She started to look upset, "I'm sorry, I just thought that you were starting to transition, you know, living full time, as a
girl. If I'm wrong, let me apologize if I said anything inappropriate that I shouldn't have."
That's when it dawned on me what she was saying, "No, that's okay, you're right, my, 'Life Test', it's just that... " Then
it was like a dam burst, and I started to cry like never before. She pulled me into her to hold me tight. She stroked my
hair and told me it was all going to be alright.
As I got hold of myself and pulled back, she said, "I know how tough it is, all those hormones, raging around in your body.
Like puberty all over again. But it all gets better, I promise!" She nods, "Okay?" Then, "Right. Now if you want to go home,
that's just fine, if you want to stay, that's fine too. I just have to decide what to do about Walter."
I was suddenly worried that Walter was about to lose his job, "Please Ms Miller, could you just give him a warning? I'm sure
he'll change his ways. I just over reacted to what was said. Please don't fire him, he has a wife and a new baby to take
care of! I don't know what I'd do if he lost his job over this. Please!"
I decided to finish the day out, though I didn't know if I wanted to come back again, things were changing and I might want
to make more on my own. Ms Miller, Anne, walked me back to my desk on my floor. I tried to be as invisible as I could.
Before I could sit down, Walter stood and said, "Listen George, I'm really sorry! I shouldn't have said that, I just thought
it was funny." He put out his hand.
I took his hand, "It's okay, Walter, I over reacted. Ah... and... it's actually Georgie now."
Walter looked relieved, until Ms Miller said, "Excuse me, Walter, I think we need to have a small chat in my office. Shall
we go now?" She left no room for anyone to think it was a question. But she did call him Walter instead of his sir name,
which I never knew.
After the elevator doors closed on the two of them, many of the women came to me and said their thanks and to congratulate
me, even a few of the guys did too. The rest of the day went very quietly. Walter looked very relieved that he still had his
job when he came back from his meeting.
As we all got up to leave, Walter said, "Um... Georgie, thank you for speaking up for me with Ms Miller, she told me that
the only reason I'm still here is cause of your impassioned plea not to fire me. So from the bottom of my heart, Thank you!"
As he reached for my hand, I decided to embrace my new femininity, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. As he stepped
back looking a little shocked, I said, "You're a good man Walter! Just take care of your family, okay?" He nodded his head.
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When I got home, Keara was sitting on the sofa doing homework, with some Nickelodeon show playing in the background. I saw
what she was working on and decided to help her out some.
She could tell that something had been bothering me and asked what it was. I told her everything that happened to me at work
and how I had reacted, including breaking down in Anne's office. She was accepting of all I said, in the end, her only comment
was what it all meant.
I took a big sigh, hoping that I could explain what I thought was happening to me. It took a while to go through everything
thoroughly to the point she understood. She sat quietly thinkings through. Finally, she said, "So, what you're saying is
that you're turning into a girl. And it's all because you were wearing my bracelet, while you took that shock that you think
should have killed you?"
I nodded yes. Still keeping my peace.
With a look of concern, "And you're not upset about this? You're not freaked that your body is changing? I would think that
you'd be going out of your mind right now."
Now it was time to hit her with my biggest secret of all, "Keara, I'm not upset, because this is what I have always wanted,
all of my life." I took her hand in mine, "Next to you, being born into this family, I am finally happy with my life."
She gave me a very sisterly kiss on the lips, "I never knew that! I'm guessing that no one did." And I shook my head no.
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I decided to change out of the old clothes I had worn to work, putting on something nice and soft. My sports shorts, were
those satiny mesh ones made by Starter, thankfully they still fit me. A shirt was a problem though, everything was too big
or way too scratchy to want to wear.
Wonderful Keara to the rescue, she brought me one of her favorite shirts, a light blue in an oh so soft cotton with only
partial sleeves, leaving it on the bed when I was in the bathroom. God Bless her! I hadn't noticed because I had been
looking in the mirror for any signs of further change in my body. Though nothing seemed to have. Well, except for my Adam's
apple was completely gone. I guess most of the significant changes happened while I was asleep. If that was the case, maybe
I should try to sleep longer tonight.
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Chapter 6: Journeys
While I had been busy changing my clothes, mom and Darla had come home and started making dinner. Keara explained to them all that I had revealed to her since I had not said to keep it from them. That was actually a godsend, as I didn't need to repeat all of what I had said to her.
I entered the kitchen to a quiet group of women. Keara smiled to show she supported me in all of this. As I started to speak, to further explain myself, mom interrupted me by giving me a much needed hug. She said, "Well, it's about time you've finally admitted who you really are. And I'm very happy for you, daughter of mine!" Darla nodding to show her approval before she joined in the hug.
I asked, "You knew? But how could you know?"
Darla explained, "It was all quite easy, really. The way you always liked to play, first with me as a little girl, then later after Keara was born. The fact that you were never really upset when we called you anything other than a masculine form of your name or non-male gender specific pronouns. And as long as you're happy being my big sister, then I'm happy for you too."
And mom even said, "As long as you're happy, and I know you are, since I've not seen you smile so much as you do now. And that's all that matters."
Keara said, "You've always been Aunt Georgie to me. You've always been there for me. I love you Georgie!"
We all got together to make fast work of finishing dinner. While we were eating, Darla said, "I see that you've changed enough that you are wearing Keara's shirt, though it looks a little snug on you, it looks cute on you. With a little bit of makeup, you could pass as a young girl who is just tall for her age."
Mom asked, "I don't suppose that your old clothes fit anymore, do they?"
I shake my , "No, and what I wore to work today was something old from picture's day in like freshman year of high school, which is fine, since I'm not going back to my job again, I won't need any of those clothes anyway."
Mom said, "It's a good thing that your father took such good care of us with his insurance policy, as we sure aren't hurting for money right now, provided we keep on the thrifty side. So we can get you new clothes as long as we don't go completely crazy."
Darla and Keara yell together, "Yeah, shopping!"
As much as I was looking forward to a shopping trip for new clothes to fit the new me, I had to also be the voice of reason, "Hold on, that wouldn't be the best idea right away, as I don't think that my changes have finished completely." They looked confused, till I added, "It may be much smaller, but I still have an outie instead of an innie." Laughing at the horror on their faces.
The Keara said, "Besides, for right now, SHE, can always borrow from me and mom, right?" I was so happy, Keara said she in referring to me, I think I was practically glowing. Keara and the others saw it and smiled at me.
Later in the evening as we sat watching the TV, sipping some hot cocoa, geez chocolate tasted so good. I told them all what I thought about most of my changes happening during my sleep. And they all seemed to agree with me on that. I also said that I felt that when the changes were over, then the bracelet would probably come off without needing to resort to cutting it off. They were less inclined to believe that though.
Keara said, "If that's the case, we'll be very quiet in the morning when we leave, so you can sleep as long as possible. Your journey of change may be coming to an end, but your journey of womanhood will just be beginning."
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As I headed of to bed a little later, mom reminded me that she was off tomorrow and would be available if I needed her for anything. I gave her a hug. It was strange, here I was, almost the woman that I always wanted to be, hugging my mom. Except for the few times since I started to change, we hadn't hugged in a long time. I really missed this. Soon, though, it wouldn't matter, cause women were allowed to hug. While men can hug, it is looked at as unusual. I never could figure that out, but maybe I was never meant to.
I layed down in my bed, wrapping the blankets tightly around me, like a catepiller wrapped in a chrysalis, hoping to awake the next time as a beautiful butterfly, though in a whollly human kind of way. Unlike previous nights, it took a while to fall into sleep. It gave me time to think what I might become.
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When sleep finally came, I again found myself in Dr F office, sitting in the comfy chair. The doctor smiled at me as she usually did, I still thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And that made me think, really think about where my orientation lay.
She leaned forward in her chair, "I sense you are questioning certain things about yourself. I know what they are, but please, speak of them, so you get them out. Nothing you say can hurt you here, or anything you do. You will always be safe here, I want you to know that with certainty, Okay?"
Closing my eyes, I thought to myself, 'Okay, you can do this! She has never passed judgment on us, we can say what we feel.'Steeling myself, I opened my eyes, "I was just thinking that I still find you attractive, sexually I mean. Does that mean there is something wrong with me?"
Sitting back in her chair, chuckling a little, "Does there have to be something wrong with you? Can't any person just like any person just because? Maybe you're bi-sexual, what does it matter? Let me ask you a very frank question, just be honest with yourself about this."
She gave me a few moments to think about it, finally I nodded that I was ready.
"Okay, now to be completely open and honest. You are becoming a woman, a younger woman than your actual age. This is because you have many new things to learn about yourself, this is just one of the many things you need to figure out for yourself. Now the question is, how do you feel about the opposite sex? That now being, men, or rather boys."
Wow, she wasn't holding back on her punches. Taking a deep breath, and letting it out slowly, "Well, I don't know for sure. If you're asking, do I, as a female, want to be, or am attracted to males. Right now, I'd have to say, No, I do not find men sexually attractive." Thinking deeper, "Does that mean that I will ever think they could be seen that way? How can I possibly know that with any certainty."
She smiled at me like the Cheshire Cat, "That is exactly right! How can you possibly know what your future holds for you, don't put labels on yourself that have a finite definition, just be you. The you, that you are in your heart."
I was sure that I understood now, "You're saying, I'm not gay, not straight. That I just am!"
Now the smile she gave me was magically radiant, "That's my girl! You've got it!"
As we continued to talk, we moved to a sofa. We chatted as friends do. One of the things we talked about was my apparent age when I finished changing and what I would need to learn, as they seemed to be tied together.
Dr F says, "As you have already figured out, all, or most of your changes happen while you are asleep, and tonight will be your last night of change. When you wake up, you will be who you are for the rest of your life. You have had thirty plus years as a man, but less than a day as a woman or a girl. So, you are going to start over at the age of fifteen, almost sixteen. You will go back to school, with your niece Keara, so she can watch over you, as you have done for her."
Letting that sink in, she then continued, "You are, Georgette Marie Lawrence, the younger sister of Darla, and still the daughter of your mother. All your records will be as they should. For all this, all I ask is that you become the best young woman you can be. That and to enjoy your future life. Just know this also, that I have set you out on a simple quest, I may have need to call you to help others when the time is ripe."
I told her, "I will do all I can to prove myself to you on this quest you set me on. I won't let you down! But how will I know when the time has come?"
She smiled again at me, "Child, you will know when I, FREYA, call you. Until then, go my child, and know that I watch over all my children." With that, she flared in brightness until I could no longer see.
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I sat up, stretching, and let out a big yawn. God, I felt so good right now. No, not god, goddess, thank the goddess. I went to the bathroom to go for the first time as a woman, it felt a little different, but not much. I looked in the mirror and took in my new complete look. What I saw was just what I had hoped I'd look like, nothing spectacular, just an average, good looking young lady. To myself, I thought I was kinda cute.
I figured I needed a shower, so I started the water running. Undressing as the water warmed, I realized that Keara's shirt fits better than before, but my boy shorts were tight on the hips. I might still be a bit taller than Keara, but it looked as though we'd be able to share clothes from now on. FREYA had said that I was almost sixteen, and with the right makeup, I could probably pass for almost eighteen.
In the shower, everything felt so fresh and fun. I loved the way the water ran down my new body. Though it all felt new, it still felt like me, and I was very comfortable in my skin right now.
Mom must have heard the shower running and was waiting for me in my room with some of Keara's clothes. Mom said, "I looked in on you earlier this morning to see how you were doing, since you slept till noon, I figured you might need more of Keara's clothes, cause you looked like you were done transitioning." Smiling at me, I could feel her love for me.
Since I knew she was accepting of me, I knew I could trust her opinion. And knowing that she had seen everything I had before my change and that between Darla, Keara and herself, my new form was nothing new, well, relatively. So I dropped my towel and said, "So, what do you think mom? How do you think I look now as a girl?"
All my life I had wanted to hear exactly what she said next, "Sweetheart, you are a beautiful young lady." She smiled as she said it, then, "Now my dear new daughter, I think you should put some clothes on. When you're done, dressing, I'll help you with your hair and makeup. Okay?"
Goddess, I was so happy now!
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Chapter 7: A Second Journey Begins
I got dressed in Keara's clothes, for the most part they fit very well, though a bit tight in the bust. It seems that my
breasts were a little bigger than my nieces, but not by a lot, maybe just a cup size.
It was just about then that my phone started ringing, by the ringtone I knew it was my work calling. Realizing that I hadn't
called in last night that I wouldn't be coming in, I hurriedly answered the phone. "Hello?" I said.
"Yes, hello, this is Anne Miller, calling for Georgie Lawrence, is she available?"
I felt so glad that she had said she, instead of he, with a smile in my voice I answered, "That's me Ms. Miller, I'm sorry I
didn't call in, but I've only just woken up. I was meaning to call you."
"That's alright dear, I was just a little worried about you. Are you okay? I hope there is nothing wrong? And it's Anne,
Georgie, okay?"
So is so nice, "I'm fine, really. Just, you know, going through some changes. I'm fine now Anne, I really am. For the first
time in my life I'm just about perfect."
Anne said, "I'm so glad to hear that Georgie, I'm very happy for you."
I Said, "The reason I was going to call, is that because of the changes in my life, I feel that I need to make even greater
changes. To be the person that I am. And in that regard, I will not be coming back to work. I'm very sorry if this puts you
into any hardship, but if I come back now, it might make things far more difficult for you and the company. I hope you'll
understand."
Her voice full of understanding, "I had the feeling that you would be leaving us. This morning, the management had a meeting
and one of the main topics was about you and what happened yesterday. They want to compensate you for what should have been
addressed prior to any similar event and apologize. They still want me to fire Walter for what he did. I tried to tell them
that you had forgiven him and that you didn't want him hurt."
No, they can't fire Walter, what would he do to support his family. "Anne, Ms. Miller, you can't let them fire him, he needs
that job. Please! Make them understand! Walter can't lose that job. How could I live with myself if he got fired for
something so insanely stupid? Please!" I was nearly in tears.
Anne tried to calm me down, "Georgie, calm down dear, let me think a second. Okay?"
I breathed deep, giving Anne the time to think of something.
Finalely, "Okay, I think I know just what to do. Here's my plan, ...."
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Anne's plan was as brilliant as she was beautiful. She said that she would see me shortly on the pretext of delivering my
compensation check from the company. So I said I'd see her when she arrived without a further thought. Mom had heard the end
of my side of the conversation and looked at me with a questioning smile. I said all would be explained shortly.
With that out of the way, for the time being anyways. Mom helped me sort out my hair, mostly freshening up what Keara had
done with it last night. Then she helped me with some cosmetics, showing me some things, and saying that most long ladies
these days were a little heavy with the makeup. Not that Darla or Keara ever wore heavy makeup, being outdoor girls.
When mom was done, my eyes looked very nice, with a bit of pink and blue, emphasizing my eyes and hair. It looked more
mature than my apparent age, more like someone in their early twenties. I was going to try changing it to a little more of a
smoky look, kind of like the more mature girls in high school. That was until the doorbell rang.
As I darted for the front door, mom gushed, "Dear me, I've never seen you move so quickly!" And she wasn't wrong, I felt so
good right now.
As I opened the door without looking, there was Ms. Miller, Anne. Oh gosh, what am I going to do now. Anne smiled, "Hello,
I'm Anne, I'm here to see Georgie...." Realization came to her almost like being hit by a ton of bricks, in a bus, and
carried by an M1 tank. Yeah, she was floored.
I reached out to steady her, when a voice inside my head said, 'Just be you, you can trust her.' It was a voice out of my
dreams. I lead Anne to a seat. Even after getting her seated and sitting down next to her, she just stared at me. Finally,
she managed to say, "How?"
I took Anne's hand, "That's going to take some explaining, why don't we go into the kitchen and we can start dinner for the
family, will you join us?" Anne just nodded her head. Entering the kitchen, "Would you like a coffee or some tea?"
She answered, "Tea would be nice."
I put the kettle on to boil and got some cups ready. Then I started taking things out of the refrigerator to go with the
meat that mom already had out to thaw, for a stew. I then got a couple of cutting boards and knives placing them on the
table and took a seat once we had our tea ready.
I started on cutting up the potatoes and motioned her to the carrots. As we worked at preparing the veggies for the stew I
started my story, for Anne. As the story progressed, Keara and then Darla and mom joined us, each taking a cup of tea and
working on something for the meal. As we talked, each added what they knew of the tale as they knew it. And Anne asked
questions in between.
By the time the story told, we had finished with dinner. Anne said, "So, you're saying it was magic, plain, simply magic, on
the part of a goddess out of legend and folklore."
I nodded my agreement and the others just shrugged like it was common knowledge.
Shaking her head, Anne just says, "Ok, why not? It makes as much sense as anything else. And I'm happy for you Georgie,
that you got what you've always wanted." She really meant it too, you could tell.
Then Anne started, "Well, in the real world," laughing with the rest of us, "Here's my idea to keep Walter at his job. You
agree to take the check the company is giving you, under the condition that if he is fired at any time in the next say three
years for any unwarranted reason, that you will sue them for half a million dollars." Waiting for the collective gasp from
the rest of us, "And believe me, they will be very afraid that you could win such a suit, they will surely take the only
safe way out."
With that, Anne went to get her purse and presented me with a check for $25,000. I think I would have fainted if Keara
hadn't caught me first. She started stomping her feet and I did the same, and Keara said, "Oh, My, Goddess!"
And I finished, "Now, we are so going shopping!" And I screamed, shortly followed by Keara. Mom, Darla and Anne just smiled
at us. Yeah, I'm so a teenage girl!
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We talked for a while after that, and Anne asked, "So what are you going to spend the money?"
I looked at mom and she nodded her head, then I answered, "Well, a little will go to new clothes, but the majority of it
will go to a college fund for Keara and me. I want to go back to school and make something of my new life, and I refuse to
deny my niece her chance as well. Scholarships only go so far."
Keara looked seriously at me, "Georgie, you shouldn't do that, it's not fair to you."
I took her hand, "Keara, you are my niece, whether I was your uncle or now your aunt, now that we are the same age, I'll
need your help more than anything, with going back to school and fitting in. Whatever fate has put me on this path, we are
now as sisters. Without you, there can be no me."
She smiled, "I can do sisters! But I draw the line at sharing a boyfriend with you!"
They laughed, until I said, "Eww, gross, boys are just disgusting, you can have them! I know boys all too well, and believe
me that there is no way I will ever go there, I'll stick to girls Thank You!" That's when they really started laughing.
Anne said good night when mom told us that if I was going back to school, tomorrow was as good time as any and that good
girls like us should go to bed. Keara tried to put up a fuss, but I agreed with mom. I was really looking forward to going
to school again.
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Thursday
The morning came sooner than expected, Keara woke me up after getting up from her alarm on her phone. I rose quickly and
went to the bathroom to see if any more changes had happened, but I was just the same as when I went to bed last night, and
I was very happy.
A fast shower and I was out getting dressed in the clothes Keara had left for me to wear when she went to use the other
shower. Nothing special really, a matching bra and pantie, this bra fit better than the one yesterday, a green plaid skirt
and white blouse. A pair of knee high socks with a matching plaid band and some Mary-Janes for shoes.
Looking in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty damned good, just a little bit of makeup for the eyes, smoky this time and
some bright red lipstick.
When Keara saw me all ready to go at breakfast, she smiled and said, "Smokin' Girl! Just need to fix one little thing." As
she leaned toward me and undid a couple of the buttons on the blouse, enough to let show the lace trim of my bra, "Now
that's perfect, not a single straight boy or lez girl will be able to keep their eyes off of you."
I'm sure she was right, I was going to get a lot of attension today.
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Chapter 8: "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step" Lao Tzu (6th century BC)
Last Time:
Thursday
The morning came sooner than expected, Keara woke me up after getting up from her alarm on her phone. I rose quickly and
went to the bathroom to see if any more changes had happened, but I was just the same as when I went to bed last night, and
I was very happy.
A fast shower and I was out getting dressed in the clothes Keara had left for me to wear when she went to use the other
shower. Nothing special really, a matching bra and panties, this bra fit better than the one yesterday, a green plaid skirt
and white blouse. A pair of knee high socks with a matching plaid band and some Mary-Janes for shoes.
Looking in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty damned good, just a little bit of makeup for the eyes, smokey this time and
some bright red lipstick.
When Keara saw me all ready to go at breakfast, she smiled and said, "Smokin' Girl! Just need to fix one little thing." As
she leaned toward me and undid a couple of the buttons on the blouse, enough to let show the lace trim of my bra, "Now
that's perfect, not a single straight boy or lez girl will be able to keep their eyes off of you."
I'm sure she was right, I was going to get a lot of attension today.
And Now:
Mom was waiting for us in the car, stating that she would be needed to enroll me in school. And of course she was right. We
were a little worried that there would end up being some problem with my admissions. Thankfully, that wasn't to be the case.
Once we got to the school office, we were quickly ushered in to see the school principal, Mr. Hal O'neal. Mr. O'neal was
your typical high school principal, though a bit on the younger side of forty-five. He was friendly, and Keara had never
said anything bad about him.
After introductions were made, making sure we were comfortably seated, he sat himself down and said, "Well, now, let's just
take a look and see if you're in the system," And before mom could make an objection, "Ah, here it is right here. It says
here that you spent last year abroad, traveling with a friend of the family. One Ms. Freya. Odd, it doesn't say whether that
is a first or last name?"
Mom, Keara and I looked between us, I answered, "That would be her first name, sir, Freya was very good to me. What else
does it say Mr. O'Neal?"
"Oh, alright. Well, it says that 'Freya' kept you current with your studies. All your test scores show you to be a solid 'A
+' student with an AP Weighted GPA value of 5.35. It seems Ms. Freya thinks very highly of you Miss Lawrence," Standing up
to reach out his hand to me, "It's a pleasure to have you at our school. East Valley High welcomes you!"
Keara says, "I'll show her around Mr. O'Neal, the first stop is to get your schedule and locker assignments. If that's
alright sir!" He muttered something as we walked away.
I gave mom a hug as we left and told her I loved her and would see her at home. Leaving her and the principal to finish with
anything else needing to be done. It took all of five minutes to get my class schedule and we were on our way to our first
class of the day and made it just after the bell sounded.
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Keara started to explain, when the teacher stopped her, "Ah, Keara, I see you have a new student for us, she can take the
open seat to the left of yours. But, before you ladies take your seats, introductions please!"
"Of course, Miss Archer. I present Miss Georgie Lawrence, my aunt!" That caused a bit of a stir. Looking at the class to get
a feel of the group, I could already see the lecherous smiles on most of the boys faces, and a few of the girls too.
Ignoring all the boys, I noticed one girl who was licking her lips as she gazed at me. Then I realized that she was one of
Keara's friends and teammate on the softball team. Samantha was her name, or Sammy for short. I smiled, looking straight at
her and said, "Hello everybody, I'm very glad to be here and meet all of you." Never wavering from her eyes.
Miss Archer said, "Well, that is probably an interesting story for some other time. Right, Ladies, please take your seats."
The whole way to our seats, my eyes never left Sammy's, who so happened to sit in the seat in front of mine next to the
windows. As I passed her to take my seat, Sammy says, "Did it just get hot in here or what?" Just loud enough for the
closest chairs to hear.
My response was just as quiet as hers was, "You feel it too?" Fanning myself as she turned to look at me as I sat down. The
boys that heard our remarks just shook their heads muttering about how all the pretty girls were only into other girls. But
who could blame them, Sammy was a goddess in the sophomore class.
Sammy was of Native American descent, long, straight black hair, so black that it shone with a blue highlight. She was an
idealized version of Disney's Pocahantas, but more a western plains ancestry. With bright blue eyes that matched the gleam
of her hair. The only makeup she wore was mascara and lip gloss. Such perfection needed nothing else.
I knew Sammy from keeping score for Keara's games and knew just how special she was, I just never realized that she was into
girls. I don't know exactly what I was feeling, cause I had never felt this way about any person I had met before. But I had
my suspicions what it was and it made me feel warm and tingly inside.
Looking across at Keara, she had a very knowing smile on her face. Why that little vixen was so going to get tickled
mercilessly when I got the chance at home.
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Chapter 9: The Second Step
Last Time
Looking across at Keara, she had a very knowing smile on her face. Why that little vixen was so going to get tickled
mercilessly when I got the chance at home.
And Now
I smiled across at Keara, letting her know I was onto her dupicedice, and to let her know how much I really loved her. Her
only reaction was to mouth silently to me, 'Be good to her.' I nodded to acknowledge her.
Facing forward again, I see that Sammy has turned mostly back to me, when she whispered, "I knew there was a reason that
Keara is my BFF and love her like a sister." Then, "Lunch time, you and me, we have a lot to talk about Georgie." The way
she said it left a feeling of fingers tracing around my nipples and down by tummy.
All I could do was lean forward. I took a big breath smelling her hair, it smelled like wild berries. I breathed out, "Mmm
hmm!"
With that, the class passed quickly. Though I had never enjoyed my English 2 classes in high school before, now I loved it,
having been through this material before had it's advantages, not to mention my prior college courses. With my prior
knowledge, I found that the class was very easy and had no troubles expressing myself when I was called on to answer.
My next class was Biology 2, advanced program or college prep. Sammy and Keara walked with me since they both had the same
schedule as I did, apparently. Not that I minded, Keara led the way while Sammy and I held hands following her. We chatted
as we walked and by the time we reach the lab room, we were leaning into one another.
I so loved the way she smelled, it was almost like I had never smelled anything as beautiful or refreshing in my life. Or
like she was pure oxygen and I was struggling to breathe. How could I ever breathe without her. I knew it was silly, but
that was how I felt.
Again, I was made to introduce myself to the class by the teacher, I didn't mind, and actually was enjoying myself. The
class was easy again because I have already been to college, I tried not to show off, I didn't want to make enemies in
school. I wanted everyone to know that I just like to show what I knew without being showy.
After Biology class it was lunch period. We got into line in the cafeteria, Sammy and I only breaking hands when we had to
grab our trays, her locker was even on the other side of Keara's from mine, we locked Keara between us at the lockers.
Once we had our food, thank whatever god or goddess was responsible for the improvement of cafeteria food since I went to
high school as a boy, we made our way to their regular table, populated by the rest of the softball team. It seemed that
they all were friends beyond the field, and I was welcomed right away.
Of course I knew all of them from before, but they welcomed me like a long lost sister. A few asked where I had been last
year and until now during the school year. Keara and I answered with what matched the school records from Mr. O'Neal. As we
ate, Sammy and I sat as close together as was possible and talked about whatever came to mind. We had many common likes
including most music.
Except for Rap and Classical, I couldn't stand the first and she couldn't stand the second. After a little, half-heated,
discusion, we each agreed to give each a fair chance, but it was not something that was going to keep us apart. By the end
of the lunch period, I discovered that all of my classes were shared with both Keara and Sammy, and a few of the other
softball players.
On our way to the next class, Math 3 Geometry, I was bombarded with pleas to join the team, Keara went so far as to say that
I already knew all of the team any way, and that they all liked me, they were sure that I could find a place on the roster.
So, I finally allowed myself to be talked into it, not that it took all that much to convince me. All Sammy had to do was
smile at me, and I was putty. So today I'd be trying out for the team.
Keara was happy enough that she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, prompting the rest of the team to follow suit. That is
until Sammy, who held off to be the last. Expecting a sisterly peck on the cheek, I was more than pleasantly surprised when
Sammy whammied me, with the mother of all kisses. Hard on the lips and probing with her tongue.
I took a whole three seconds for my brain to register what was going on, and when it did, I not only gave into the kiss, but
returned it in kind by pulling her into a tight hug. By the time we broke from the kiss, everyone in the hall was hooting
and hollering. Sammy and I just locked hands again and smiled at our spectators.
The rest of the day was a complete blur that swept past in the glow I felt from Sammy and Keara. Soon enough classes were
done for the day, but not for those on the softball team, Though we didn't have a regular PE class, we did have a practice
which was a lot longer than a PE class. Keara and the girls talked Coach Pride into giving me a spot on the team. Quickly I
was given a practice uniform and suited up with the rest of the girls.
My talks with Freya had left me confidence that I was all girl now and had nothing to worry about. The only thing that had
me nervous was changing near Sammy. I need not have been troubled, as we changed, we stole glances at one another, smiling
back and forth. By the time we were done it was starting to feel like a sauna in the locker room.
As we were headed for the door to go out to the ball field, Coach Pride stopped us, holding us until the others had left the
room. She looked each of us in the eye, "Ladies, I can tell that you two are into each other, and I have heard the rumor
mill that you both shared a steamy kiss in the halls after lunch."
She let that sink in, "However, that is none of my business. What is my business is this team and its performance! That
said, as long as it doesn't affect the team negatively, I will turn a blind eye." She turned to let us go and join the
others on the field, then added, "Just, Please, for your own protection, be discreet!"
Since Keara was the team catcher, she also kept a regular fielders glove that she loaned me. Growing up, I had always loved
baseball, but was never very good at it, never quite have the eye hand thing down. Now, though, I seemed to be much better,
even compared to when I was an adult male playing catch with Keara as a little girl. I was having a great time, I could
throw better, catch better, I was faster running and didn't seem to tire as easily.
After 2 and a half hours of practice, fielding, hitting and running bases, we were finally done for the day. On our way in
to take a shower, Coach Pride called out to me, "Hey Lawrence!" Causing Keara and I, both to turn around to see what she
wanted, "Not you Keara, the other one, Red, Georgie, don't forget to get your game uniforms before you leave."
All the girls cheered that I was now on the team. I was too excited to spend much time in the shower, especially when I was
warned that the hot water didn't last too long. Besides, what was there to do but stare at Sammy while the others teased us,
not that we minded. We were quickly done and dressed again, and went to get my game uniforms. The number I got couldn't have
been any better. Number 9, my favorite number and the number that native Washington state hero, Kasey Kahne used to run in
NASCAR.
Seeing how happy I was, Sammy asked why I liked that number? I said, "My favorite NASCAR driver, Kasey Kahne used to run #9.
So yeah, I'm happy!"
She smiled, then gave me a quick kiss, "I'm glad that something so small gives you so much joy. It makes me like you so much
more." I gave her a quick kiss back.
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Heading out to the parking lot, Darla was waiting to pick us up, so we said a hurried goodbye to our teammates. The only
surprise, was Sammy, joining Keara and I. Keara got in front, taking my normal spot, but thankfully leaving me to sit beside
Sammy in the back seat. Darla was quick with, "Hello Samantha, how are you today?"
Sammy was just as fast with, "Just fine Ms. Darla, I hope you're well too?" Darla nodded her head as she made her way onto
the street. Since we were not heading to our house, it was obvious that we were dropping Sammy off.
Keara was soon telling Darla, "You should have seen the stir that Aunt Georgie and Sammy caused in the hallway today, it
sure got everyones attention, that's for sure!" Giggling.
Sammy and I together yelled, "Keara!"
Darla asked, "So what was this big stir in the hallway, huh?" Laughing.
I started to blush, then thought better of it, taking Sammy's hand, "Sammy and I had our first kiss, and... " Looking into
her eyes, "She's my girlfriend!" Sammy's way of confirming that statement, was to plant another kiss on me, just like the
first.
Darla smiled and said, "I'm happy for you, little sister! Happy for you both."
The rest of the ride to Sammy's home was quiet, with us holding hands and sharing little kisses. It was amazing and sweet,
tender and poignant. Even as fast as things seemed to be going, we knew there was a need to careful, and neither of us
wanted to hurt the other by going too far too soon. We were happy right where we were.
At Sammy's home, one last, desperate kiss and a hug, "Till the 'Morro my love." Whispered in her ear.
"If only I can last that long, my Sweet Cherrie!" She whispered back.
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Once we were back home, I went at Keara with a vengeance, trying to tickle her to make her pay for setting up Sammy and me.
Between bouts of giggles, she finally gave in, "Stop, it wasn't just me, mom is as much to blame as me!"
Letting her go, "Or thank!" Giving her a hug, Darla stood in the doorway, hands covering her face, trying to hide the
laughter peeling from herself.
I went and gave Darla a hug too, "You're mighty proud of yourself, aren't you?"
"We've all known about Sammy for a while, and just wanted both of you to be happy. You should know that I'll do just about
anything for my little sister!" Mom watched from the door to the kitchen, a big grin on her face, knowing that I had a good
first day of school.
Mom says, "Enough Darla, come help with dinner while the 'girls' get to their homework." Laughing.
I said, "I'll help Keara with hers since is already done."
Keara's response, was, "It's hardly fair, she already has a college degree! It's all too easy for her! But I can use all the
help I can get." Then smiling, "Besides, if she doesn't help me, I'm going to make her wait till tomorrow to get Sammy's
phone number."
We were quickly at it, and even before dinner was ready, Keara was done with her work. She said, "It all makes more sense
the way you explain it, much more than what our teacher tell us."
"That is the benefit of experience my dear. I will help all I can, but some things can only come from age."
After that, dinner was peaceful and fun. Keara and I did the dishes, since we were the youngsters. But all was good, even
before I started to change, I've felt that Keara was my best friend, and now only more so.
We all watched some TV for a while. Thursday night in our house meant "Big Bang Theory", followed by "Mom" and then
"Riverdale", typical for the Seattle suburbs. I excused myself before "Riverdale" was over, I wished the show was more like
the old comics, but that is not what mass media wanted these days.
I got ready for bed, and then lay down, pulling the sheets up under my chin, wondering if I should call Sammy and talk some
more, but decided that would seem too clingy. So I decided to text her.
Me: Hi there
Her: Georgie?
Me: Yeah
Her: Now I have your #
Me: Keara gave me yours
Her: What I thought. WRU doing?
Me: Laying in bed thinking about U. HBU?
Her: Same as U
Me: Sammy?
Her: Y?
Me: Happy we met! Heart emoji
Her: Y!!! 2 heart emojis
Me: G'nite, will dream about U! Kissy face emoji
Her: M2! Heart kissy face heart emojis
I put my phone on the charger and rolled to the side. Closing my eyes thinking about Sammy.
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Chapter 10: Let the Games Begin Part 1
Last Time:
I got ready for bed, and then lay down, pulling the sheets up under my chin, wondering if I should call Sammy and talk some
more, but decided that would seem too clingy. So I decided to text her.
Me: Hi there
Her: Georgie?
Me: Yeah
Her: Now I have your #
Me: Keara gave me yours
Her: What I thought. WRU doing?
Me: Laying in bed thinking about U. HBU?
Her: Same as U
Me: Sammy?
Her: Y?
Me: Happy we met! Heart emoji
Her: Y!!! 2 heart emojis
Me: G'nite, will dream about U! Kissy face emoji
Her: M2! Heart kissy face heart emojis
I put my phone on the charger and rolled to the side. Closing my eyes thinking about Sammy.
And Now:
I was soon asleep and deeply dreaming. The dreams were peaceful and refreshing, about being out in the hills hiking and
fishing at a local lake I remembered as near or home in the Seattle area. All the dreams were similar in that they were
about the love of the outdoors. In the dreams I met and talked to different people, including Park Rangers in their
uniforms.
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When I awoke before Keara knocked on the door, I heard her at the door, "I'm up Keara." I felt wonderful stretching as she
peeked in the door. Just as she was about to say something, we both heard something hit the floor with a small tinkle of
metal. Looking down, we saw that it was her charm bracelet. "I told you that you would get it back soon."
I reached down to pick it up as she sat down on the bed with me. I took her arm and placed the bracelet on her wrist and
fastened the clasp. Keara says, "You were right all along Georgie, and this has been the best gift I ever received, without
this charm bracelet you wouldn't have become who you were meant to be. It will always be precious to me!"
Putting my hand to her cheek, "As you've always been precious to me."
Quickly we got dressed for school, remembering to pack our uniforms for the game today after classes. I was also looking
forward to seeing Sammy this morning. While we were eating breakfast, my phone toned with a text message. It was from Sammy.
Her: U up?
Me: Y.
Her: WRU doing?
Me: Thinking about U!
Her: Aww, sweet! kissy face emoji
Her: M2 about U.
Me: See U soon. big heart emoji
Her: Can't wait. arrow through heart emoji
Darla came in, passing through for the door, smiling at me, "You, are so a girl, texting while you eat like you've been
doing it for years. Well, toots girls, I'll see you at the game today!" Rushing out.
Another chime note.
Sammy: Marti and I will pick U up in 10m, that way your mom can take it easy.
I showed Keara the text, and she nodded ok. I hollered out for mom, "Mom, Marti is picking us up, so you can take it easy.
Are you, coming to the game today? To watch your girls?"
Mom called out, "Wouldn't miss it for anything. Love you, girls!"
Soon, Marti and Sammy are there to pick us up. Sammy starts to get into the back seat to be with me when Keara stops her,
"You two will have plenty of time together, so just cool it and this way you can both be part of the conversation." Keara
even went so far as to push me to the drivers side to put more distance between us.
We couldn't even touch fingers together. Setting off towards school, Marti said, "So ladies, everyone ready for Career Day
today, only half day of school, because of it." The other three talked excitedly, making me wonder what would draw my
attention.
Sammy asks, "SO Georgie, do you know what you'll be looking for yet? With the traveling you've done, you surely have many
ideas."
I thought. "I really hadn't put much thought into it. I just know that I want to do something important and meaningful. I
certainly don't want to waste this life."
Marti says, "What an odd way to say that. But, I know what you mean, I want to do the same thing, before my parents pressure
me into marrying some guy and popping out a couple of kids and being the dutiful wife and mom. We're more than just baby
factories after all."
"You're right Marti!" I said. "Women can do anything that men can do. The difference is that we look better while we do it.
We can all do anything we want to do, even if that is being the President of the United States! But why would anybody want
such a thankless job. Politics, blah."
Then teasing me, they all started chanting, "Georgie for President! Hail to the Chief!"
After parking and heading for the front entrance and our lockers, I said, "The only thing I want to be chief of, is myself
and my significant other." Giving Sammy a quick squeeze. Which she returned.
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Friday, because of games, we started one class period earlier, so today, we had three classes then lunch followed by the
Career Fair. The interesting thing was that this school was run much like a college in that some classes were Mon / Wed,
others were Tues / Thurs, and some Mon / Wed / Fri. Todays classes were the last sort.
That meant first up, Home EC, followed by Geography and my elective class, 20th Century British Lit. The four of us had the
same classes, but for the last one, they had an open study period so they could get their homework done before the games on
Friday and have the weekend free. My classes were easy enough that all my homework was done in class.
I'm not sure what I expected to do in the Home EC class, thinking it would all be about cooking and cleaning. And some of it
was. But it was also about learning about budgeting your home life and how to live within your means. Like how to save for
your future and how to prioritize things when you didn't have enough to pay all the bills.
We met up with some of the other girls at our geography class door. Sammy and I walked together holding hands. I felt happy
just being near her. She seemed to feel the same. Half of the class comprised most of the softball team, most of them were
bored with the class, and looked forward to what was essentially a free class.
I, on the other hand was fascinated, mostly because it still dealt with the great outdoors. That made me think that what I
was looking for as a career would have to include the outdoors, there was no way I wanted to be tied down in an office like
the job I just left. Boring. Been there, done that. I also wanted something where I could help people.
After geography, we parted ways, me to my English elective class and the others to study hall. Sammy and I parted with a
quick kiss and a bye-bye.
Today in Brit Lit, we were going to read and disect a poem by John Keats, called 'To Autumn'.
To Autumn
By John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless with fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells with a sweet kernel;
to set budding more, and still more, later flowers for the bees, until they think warm days will never cease,
for summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
drows'd with the fume of poppies,
while thy hook spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring?
Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, while barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, and touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn among the river sallows, borne aloft or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft the red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
While not filled with the typical rhyming pentameter, it was filled with meaning. It seemed that Keats was writing about how
he saw his missing love in the loving colors of autumn and everything around him. Autumn was his metaphor for the ending of
a romantic relationship, and spring was its birth. Autumn, morning the spring.
While it was a little sad, it was important in that Sammy and I, were just beginning the 'Spring' in our relationship, and
hopefully it would be a very long time before we would have to worry about our 'Autumn'. I don't think that most of the
class understood what Keats was talking about. They weren't old enough to be able to understand.
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The others were already sitting and eating when I made my way into the cafeteria and got a Chef's Salad and joined them.
Sitting down, I gave Sammy a tender kiss. While surprised, she was happy to accept. By way of an explanation, I just said,
"Spring!" I laughed, "I'll explain it sometime." Then added, "Hon!"
She answered with a soft, "Ok, Babe!"
We all talked with animation about the careers we were thinking about. Even though I had an idea of what I wanted, I didn't
have an exact goal in mind, but would be open to as many possible choices available. One thing for certain was college, a
good college that was still in the northwest, either staying in Washington or Oregon.
After we were done with lunch the cafeteria was thinning out as the Career Day had already started in the gymnasium. We all
headed that way to see the offerings. The first displays inside the entry were your basic 9 - 5 drudge work jobs. The
positioning was so that you would want to get past them as quickly as possible.
Next, alternating between various smaller colleges, Vocational tech campuses, were the corperate ladder offers. Basically
what I had already had. We walked the lanes looking at the various booths, checking some things and passing on others. Some
of the team was checking out some of the ROTC groups, mostly checking out the guys in uniform.
As I wandered around, not looking where I was going, I nearly bumped into a person, "Sorry!" I said, as I took a step back
and looked up. My first sight was of hiking boots with short socks folded over at the ankle, followed by smooth tanned skin
and shapely legs.
My gaze continued up, to see modest, but short, shorts in a deep green. The shorts covering a shapely rear, topped by a
common black leather belt and a 9mm service weapon, typical of all law enforcement officers. Except, most LEOs, don't have
their bellybutton showing.
Rising my eyes further, reveals an ample chest held in place by her khaki button down blouse tied below her breasts. A badge
proclaims her to be a Ranger with the National Parks. Her name tag reads. Lawrence. I look at her face as she smiles at me
letting my finish my appraisal. Her beautiful face is framed in a new copper penny red, brighter than mine. Her most
discerning feature, though were her ears.
They were pointed, like an elf or such. When she cleared her throat to break my staring, "Hi, I'm Ranger Lawrence, but my
friends call me Freya." Then in a whisper, "I can tell you're a very 'special' girl, most people don't see my ears being
different because of a glammer."
I stammered out. "I'm ... Georgie, um, Georgette Lawrence. We have the same last name." Smiling warmly returning hers.
Freya asks, "So Georgie, looking for a career in the great outdoors? To help people? To help Mother" then a pause, "Nature,
to give back for all you have received. Well, look no further Georgie, cause you, Keara and Samantha have found what you're
looking for!"
End of Chapter 10
Thank You for reading!
Mopar
Goddess Blessings!
The Lucky Charm
Chapter !!: Let the Games Begin Part 2
Last Time:
They were pointed, like an elf or such. When she cleared her throat to break my staring, "Hi, I'm Ranger Lawrence, but my
friends call me Freya." Then in a whisper, "I can tell you're a very 'special' girl, most people don't see my ears being
different because of a glammer."
I stammered out. "I'm ... Georgie, um, Georgette Lawrence. We have the same last name." Smiling warmly returning hers.
Freya asks, "So Georgie, looking for a career in the great outdoors? To help people? To help Mother" then a pause, "Nature,
to give back for all you have received. Well, look no further Georgie, cause you, Keara and Samantha have found what you're
looking for!"
And Now:
Sammy and Keara had just caught the end of what Freya said, "How could you possibly know our names and who we are?" Looking
confused. Wrapping her arm around me, Sammy asked, "Did you tell her our names?"
I shook my head no. Looking her in the eye, "Just who are you? Are we related at all?"
Freya said with a shake of her head, "No, dear, that's just a happy coincidence. We have a lot to talk about, but before we
get to that, let me introduce my niece and Junior Ranger, Katie," Turning slightly and waving to another pretty red head of
about 22 years old, "Katie!"
Katie came over from talking to some other students, "Yes? Auntie Freya!" Then, looking at us, "Oh, you must be the ones
we're here for," Putting out her hand, "Georgie, nice! Keara, lovely, And Samantha, I can see why Georgie cares for you.
You, all of you, have such beautiful auras."
Freya scolds, "Now, Katie, let's not scare away our charges. Your grandmother wouldn't like it at all." Then to us, "Please,
girls, let's have a seat in the booth and have a chat. We know you have plenty of questions, and a limited amount of time
before your game today. What say, what we can't answer now, we'll do after the game. If you don't mind us staying to watch."
We all nodded ok. The least we could do was, hear them out and see where this led us to.
She started out with, "To begin, I am a Ranger in the Williamette National forest in Eugene, Oregon, Katie as I said is a
Junior Ranger in the park with me. Ok?" We nodded. "Ostensibly, we are here at the Career Day with the other Rangers to
recruit and promote for people looking to join the U.S. Department of Parks and forestry. And from what I already know about
the three of you, I know that you're at least a little interested?"
I said, looking at the others, who seemed to agree, "I was looking for something like this, so, yes I'm interested. But why
the three of us specifically?"
Freya smiled as she took my hands in hers, "You and I share more than just our last names. We both share a common life
history, though I didn't know it was what I wanted, I was something you always dreamed about. Something that you thought you
could never have until you found the charm bracelet that you Keara, that you conveniently found where it was left for you to
find."
This was all happening so fast, and I was being a little dense. I looked at Keara, who was smiling like she knew exactly
what Freya was talking about. Then, looking at Sammy, she seemed to have the same smiling face as Keara. Finally, I asked
Freya, "I don't think I understand, can you be more clear?"
Katie said, "Auntie Freya, just say it. It's not like it's a great secret."
Freya smiled at her like she was coddling a precocious child, "She's right, but it's still only something that my friends
know about me. So, I hope you will be my friend." Waiting for me to make some kind of gesture, I nod to her to go on. "Well,
Georgie, I like you, was born a male. Though, actually I was a female and magic was used to make me male. Later, my mother
having found out what had happened, a long story, found a way to make me female again."
I was shocked, not that Freya had said she had been born a he, but that she had just outed me in front of Sammy, and I was
worried that our 'Spring" had just turned to "Winter". I looked to her to plead my case, when I saw that her smile never
wavered. "Sammy..."
She just says, "Oh, come on now, how dumb do you think I am? Keara's uncle George keeps score for the team and is at every
practice and game. Then, low and behold, a mysterious Aunt shows up, called Georgie. Besides, Keara told me about the magic
of the charm bracelet." She put her arm around me, "Listen, you were a great uncle to Keara and a great person. You're all
girl now. And it's girl you that I love to kiss and make out with. Keara and I will always have your back."
I could barely squeak out, "Really!" Tears running down my face.
"Of course silly," Sammy says, "Besides, you should know, that the rest of the girls on the team know too. Well, all except
the coach, she doesn't have a clue, like most adults. Except for like your sister and mom, and of course Freya here. We're
all here for you. God's honest truth."
Freya and Katie giggled. "That would be Goddess, actually. My mother in all honesty. She's the one responsible for your
change. You know her from your dreams as Dr. Freya. She is actually the Goddess FREYA of mythology. Again, that's part of
the long story for another time."
After a lot of talk about serving with National Parks Department, we find out that today, compared to the past, a Ranger,
needed a college education specializing in a field that benefited their position, with many choices. Animal Management,
Geology, Mechanical Engineering, among the many.
By the time we got that far into our discussion, we were among the last people still in the gym. Those that were left, were
people breaking down their booths and packing for the next stop on their planned route. Freya said, "I think you ladies need
to hit the locker room if you're going to make warm-ups before you're late." Then added, "We'll be there shortly, just need
to organize things here. Run-a-long."
When we got to the locker room, the rest of the team was still suiting up, so all we had to do was change fast. Coach Archer
came out of her office, "LAWRENCE! Beckmyre on second isn't going to make it, so you're taking her place."
Keara asks, "Then who's catching for me if I'm on second?"
The coach says, "Not you Lawrence, the other Lawrence, Georgie, you're starting the game. Play good and we'll see how long
you stay in. You'll be batting second in the line-up, so do your niece and your girlfriend proud and show us something." All
the girls cheered for me. That's when I remembered they all knew I used to George. I guess they did care.
Warm-ups lasted an hour. During which time we took batting practice and fielding, after some calisthenics to loosen up.
Keara warmed up Marti, who was our senior star pitcher. During the time while we warmed up, Darla and mom showed up with
their chairs so they could sit against the fence near the dugout. We also saw that Freya and Katie were sitting in the
bleachers with some other people we didn't recognize, including four children.
I didn't get a chance to tell mom that I was starting, so she was quite surprised to see me taking the field after the
National Anthem. I waved at them, and she and Darla cheered, "Yeah, Georgie!"
After a few practice pitches, Keara yells out, "Balls In, Coming Down!" On the next pitch, Keara fired the ball to me, which
I made a sweeping tag motion, flipping the ball to Sammy behind me, who threw it to first, then on to third. We all closed
in on the pitching circle slapping gloves and getting fired up.
Their first batter stepped up to the plate and made ready. Marti, who had been throwing only fast balls in practice,
delivered the sweetest change-up you ever saw. The girl was so fooled, that she completed her swing before the ball got
close to the plate.
The batter stepped back and point her bat at Marti, saying with her motions, 'Fooled me once, but you better look out, cause
I'm sending this next one straight back to ya'.
Stepping up to the plate, she waits, the pitch, sizzling fast and right down the middle. 'Crack' The ball comes off her bat
like lightning, straight at Marti's head. Marti barely got out of the way, making a stab at the ball. I knew the ball was on
my side of second and if it got passed, it would be their first runner on.
I took a quick leap, diving for the ball. To my shocked mind, I caught it, that's when my mind said, 'This landing is going
to hurt.' When the landing came, it didn't hurt at all, mostly because Sammy had caught me before I could hit the ground. We
fell in a tangle of arms and legs, but I managed to keep a hold of the ball.
Our team and parents cheered. The others helped me off Sammy, and our lips almost touched. I smiled, "Thanks for catching me
hon!"
She said, "I was just falling for you all over again, Babe!" The rest of that half inning was pretty tame by comparison.
We came off the field to the cheers from the stands, while we did our little chant to get psyched up. We got ready to take
our at-bats, Sammy was the lead-off, followed by me and Keara, And Marti batting cleanup.
The pitcher was good, but no where near as Marti, having a rough start, she walked Sammy with four straight pitches. My
turn. I was a little nervous, but knew I could do it. The first pitch was low and outside. I resolve to swing at the first
good pitch, though coach's signals called for taking a strike before swinging.
After five balls in a row, I guess she was bound to get one across the plate. A quick scan of the field showed a large gap
in left-center field. As the pitch came across, I took my swing and made contact, nothing major, but a good solid hit,
advancing Sammy to second with me on first. Mom and Darla stood up cheering along with Freya and Katie. The two children
between them clapping with glee, only like small kids will do.
Keara was next up, pointing and giving me a thumbs up as she approached the plate. The other side took a timeout to settle
their pitcher down. This time, Keara takes the first pitch, called strike. Coach gives her the sign to swing away. The
second pitch was a copy of the first, and she lined it down the third base side.
Bases loaded and Marti was at bat. They took another timeout to calm down their pitcher. When she was ready, she finally got
into a rhythm, but cost her in the pitch count. Marti went full count, fouling off five times between the balls. On the
tenth pitch, Marti connected solid and that ball was gone, clearing the scoreboard in center field by a good twenty feet.
Homerun. Marti's twelth for the year!
The rest of the game went pretty much the same as the first inning. The game was called after the fourth inning because we
were 12 runs ahead. Both teams lined up to shake hands, I was at the end of the line for our team and their team captain was
the last one on their side. She held onto my hand tightly as she said, "If it was for that first great catch you made, this
game might have gone differently, but those are the breaks. Congratulations on the win."
That made me feel really good, she didn't know me, but she had respect for me. And because she was such a gracious loser, I
knew that I could respect her in return.
We did our final cheers, then Coach Archer gave us a little talk as we sat with our families in and around the bleachers.
Sammy and I sat between our two families with arms around each others waists, more companionably than anything else. Coach
praised us for doing a fine job, but not to rest on our laurels.
As the gathering was breaking up and we said our goodbyes, it was then that we remembered about Freya and Katie and how we
still had questions that needed answers. Sammy told her folks that she would be home later cause we had some things to do.
They said goodbye and be safe.
After we were mostly alone, who was left consisted of Sammy, Keara and my family, as well as Freya and Katie and the afore
mentioned others we didn't know. Another beautiful redhead, two men, one younger than the other and four children that all
looked like they were around two years old, a pair of boys and a pair of girls.
The girl with the red hair that matched, was patting Freya on the leg, "Mommy, can we meet your friends now?"
Freya smiled like an indulgent mother, "Yes Nerys, I was, just about to do that before you interupted me. Please remember
that you need to learn to be patient."
She smiled cutely, "Sorry, mommy!"
Freya said to Darla and mom, "We were talking before the game about the girls' future. Were from Eugene for the Career Fair
the school held today. It's a pleasure to meet you ladies." First to mom, "Magdelien," Then to Darla, "Darlene, my name is
Freya Lawrence Blake, and this is my family. Well, most of it."
End of Chapter 11
Thanks for reading!
Mopar
Goddess Blessings!
The Lucky Charm
Chapter 12: Natural Selection
Last Time:
Freya said to Darla and mom, "We were talking before the game about the girls' future. We're from Eugene, for the Career
Fair the school held today. It's a pleasure to meet you ladies." First to mom, "Magdelien," Then to Darla, "Darlene, my name
is Freya Lawrence Blake, and this is my family. Well, most of it."
And Now:
Freya continued introducing her family. The other redhead was her wife(?) Lauren, the older of the men was Jimmy, their
husband, really? It would take a while to understand their marriage. Two of the twins were hers and Jimmy's, Nerys the girl
and Eddie the boy. They were cute! The other twins just as cute were Lauren's and Jimmy's, Anika, or Seven, the girl, and
Tommy the boy. And finally Katie and her husband Austin. Wow! and this was only part of their household that came on this
side trip.
Later, Freya told me privately how the whole thing with Jimmy and Lauren had started and eventually led them to where they
were now as a family. Her point was to reinforce what her mother had told me before, that it didn't matter what the label
was, but just be true to yourself. Then we hugged.
We decided to finish our talk about our futures over Chinese takeout at our house. Jimmy insisted on paying for dinner, say
it was his treat for disrupting our family time. I was starting to see what Freya found so irresistible about him. We
stopped at a regular Chinese restuarnt and placed our order. Lots of those neat takeout boxes. Then headed home.
Once we got home, it looked like it was going to be more than a little cramped, since our house was on the small side. Freya
offered, "If you don't mind Maggie, I can make the house bigger on the inside and your neighbors will never know, it'll look
the same as ever from the outside. Just something we learned from watching Doctor Who on the TV."
Mom said, "This I've got to see. Go right on and do your magic dear." We all followed Freya outside, where she took her
phone out, looking like she was messing around with an APP. After a minute she said she was done. The house looked exactly
the same as before, that is until we went back in the house.
Inside the house, though, all the rooms were larger. The kitchen and dining room were fantastic, with all the modern
conveniences and an enormous oak and glass dining table. Mom looked in wonder first, then stepped out the side door, then
back inside. The look on her face was priceless.
Freya was about to say something when mom said, "It's smaller on the outside!" Giving Freya a smile that said, 'Yes, I watch
the Doctor' also look. Freya just wagged her finger at mom, and we all broke into laughter.
Plates were passed out and the food shared as we talked the evening away. Freya explained how it was in our best interests
to follow what she laid out as a great plan for our futures.
First, finish high school with the best grades possible, with summer camps as interns as Jr Rangers, either locally here or
at her own park in Eugene, Oregon.
Second, four year college with at least a major and a minor degree that would help in their selected fields. Any help needed
after scholarships would be provided by 'The Family'. The term was used to describe in part, her family, but hinted at
something more far reaching. And continue as Rangers as was necessary.
And lastly, after graduating, we take places and positions that would help stem the loss of our national parks and our world
in general. And maybe assist 'The Family' from time to time on special projects.
When we asked, why us, specifically, Freya told us, "Because you three have a natural affinity to nature, you always have.
Both of your families have for as long as they have been around, been protectors of nature. It is in your nature to protect
Nature. Mother is just trying to help in her own way."
When the three of us agreed to become part of 'The Family', mom gave Freya, Lauren and Jimmy, hugs and kisses. Later, after
Lauren told us that she owned a Victoria's Secret store, she and Katie showed us a clothing APP for our phones that let us
select and make clothes from thin air. Goddess, magic is so cool!
We played with the little ones for a while before they had to go home, and had a very great time of it. It was awesome to
think that sometime in the future, maybe I could even have kids of my own. Thank you FREYA.
When it was time to say goodbye, Freya offered to have all of us to their home tomorrow, if we wanted to visit and fish with
them. We all wanted to go and made plans to see them early tomorrow. They would come and pick us up around 7am. We hugged
and kissed and said our goodbyes for the night.
We thought that after Freya and her family had left, that the house would return to normal, but it didn't do that. Cleaning
up the boxes from dinner, we found a note from Freya, telling us that you can never have too much room, for family. That was
very sweet of her.
Since we were getting up early anyway, Sammie called her dad to ask if she could stay over the night with us. All he asked
was if it was okay with mom, my mom, then it was ok with them. Mom heard that and assured him that it was. She hung up
saying, 'Goodnight daddy, love you and mom.'
We went to get ready for bed, finding that each bedroom now had it's own en-suite bathroom. The bedroom now had a king size
bed, though the sheets, were the same yellow 'Hello Kittie' ones, now just bigger to fit. Sammie thought it was just plain
cute. The bathroom had large walkin shower and tub with Jacuzzi jets.
We talked to see who would take their shower first. We loved each other, but were young and had plenty of time. We decided
we could shower together as friends and not get carried away. In the shower, she cleaned my hair and my back, and I in turn
did hers. We laughed and giggled at each other as a finger strayed a little into dangerous territory. But that's all that
happened.
Once out of the shower, we dried off. Taking time to dry our hair completely, before we got dressed for bed in some comfy
PJ's. At one point before we were in bed, mom stuck her head in the doorway, which had been open the whole time, after all,
it was just us girls in the house.
She said, "Do I have to worry about the two of you in the same bed together, girls?"
We answered together, "No Ma'am!"
I said, "Mom, we've talked about it and neither of us wants to ruin what we have together by moving too fast."
Sammie said, "We took a shower together and nothing happened."
Mom said, "I know that dears, because I checked on you. I'm happy the two of you can be so mature about this, though Georgie
has the benefit of being older than she appears. So Goodnight dears!"
I say, "Night mom, love you!"
Sammie says, "Night MRS L."
With that, I turned out the lights and snuggle in next to Sammie as close as I can get. We both said Goodnight.
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The next morning before the alarm sounded, I woke up. Without moving, I remembered going to bed and falling asleep next to
Sammie, and now find myself entwined arm and arm, our faces nearly touching. I stared at her face breathing in her scent,
mmm, strawberries, she smelled like heaven. How could I be so lucky to have her. Only the gods could know.
As I watched, her eyelids fluttered open, a smile cross her lips also remembering how we went to bed together. Barely
moving, we kissed good morning. Breaking the kiss, we both breathed, "Morning." Neither of us wanted to lose this moment,
when the alarm sounded.
We separated and stretched, easing muscles, and shut off the alarm. I said, "I could really get used to sleeping like that,
I never slept better."
"Me too!" Said Sammie, then she kissed me again.
Keara stuck her head in the doorway, "Really! If you two can stop long enough, mom and Grans, has breakfast ready. Come on!"
And sprinted off before either of us could throw a pillow at her. Laughing as we chased after her.
As we ran into the kitchen laughing and screaming, mom watched with a smile on her face, when I noticed a small tear in her
eye, I asked her what was wrong. She replied, "It's nothing sweetie, just thinking how much your father would have loved to
hear these sounds in the house again. He would have been very happy right now."
Darla and I went to her and hugged her, "Aw, mom!"
Mom pushed us away, then stood up before wrapping me in a big hug, then kissed me on the cheek. Then she said, "Happy
Birthday Georgie! My little girl is having her 'Sweet Sixteen' today!"
"OMG, really!..." With all that had happened in the last week, I had completely forgot my birthday was a week after Keara's.
Though, the last few years, it wasn't something that I cared to celebrate.
The others were quick to offer congratulations. Thing quieted while we ate our breakfast, Darla had made my favorite,
waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. I loved it all, though now I had to watch how much I ate, otherwise it would
have to come off somehow, and that meant exercise. Not that I really minded. Still got to remember 'Once on the lips -
forever on the hips'. I was done with being overweight, never again.
"Happy Birthday to me!" Then I yelled, "Best Birthday ever!"
Mom told me, "Have a great day, today sweet heart. Enjoy your day. And always remember that I love you!"
That's when I noticed that she was dressed for her regular day of work at them assisted care facility. "You're not coming
with us to Freya's for the day?" I asked.
That was when Freya, Katie and Austin, knocked at the back door before entering. Freya, seeing I was a little upset asked
what the problem was. Before I could answer, mom said, "Georgie, as much as you are dependent on me, so too, are those
unfortunate old people at that care home. You understand that, don't you?"
I said, "Of course I understand mom, I just thought that you would want to go fishing with us, as much as you always loved
to go before. But there will be other days."
Freya said, "Georgie, why don't you kids have a day at our house, take your sister too. I'd love to help your mom at the
care home. You wouldn't mind helping with the little ones, would you?"
Mom thought it was a great idea, pushing us to go get dressed to leave. While she and Freya sat down with some tea. When we
came back down ready to go, Freya had already changed into slacks and a blouse similar to mom's, except for the color, just
like every doctor's office nurse would wear. Mom in blue and Freya in green.
We headed out the door as Freya and mom cleaned up after our breakfast. We were ushered to a large black RAM dually truck
with red accents, it sat so low that it looked like it was laying flat on the driveway. It was in front of the garage that
sat at the back of the property.
We buckled up, Austin is driving with Katie and Darla in front, while Keara, Sammie and I were in the back seats. Austin
placed his thumb against a reader, then the dash lit up. It looked like something out of a Sci-fi movie. Then asked if we
wanted to go straight to the house or take the scenic route.
"Scenic route it is then." He announced. With the touch of a few buttons, the truck lifted a couple of inches, before he put
it into reverse and backed out of the driveway. Out on the street, the truck was so smooth and quiet, making nearly no noise
at all.
Katie said to Austin, "Why don't we just zip ahead to just pass Mom and Pop's Cafe, and give them the view coming onto the
property. Ok with everyone?"
With that, Austin accelerates. With no perceived change to the feeling of inertia, the scene through the windows begins to
blur. The way the blurs kept moving, gave to a feeling of going around corners as well as ups and downs. Before too long,
the blurs shorten into solid shapes, the first thing we pass at regular speed was a road side country diner.
Darla is the first to ask, "Where are we?"
Austin says, "Outside of Eugene, heading east to the lake house." None of us can bring ourselves to ask anything else for
the time being.
Winding through the trees on the twisting road, we soon make a turn just before crossing a small bridge over a stream. The
next thing we see is this fantastic panoramic view of a large house near a very pretty lake. Austin pulls to a stop in front
of a four car garage, hitting some more buttons. The truck lowers to the ground and the dash lights go out before the door
to the garage opens.
Darla finds her voice, asking the question on all our minds. "How did we make a four and a half hour drive in less than
fifteen minutes?"
Katie laughs, "We'll discuss that through the day. But first, let's get some gear and catch some fish."
End of Chapter 12
Thank You for reading!
Mopar
Goddess Blessings