Part 11 – The Kiss
“Well,” Mr. Hails said concealing a silent yawn behind a clenched fist. “You kids may have the rest of the summer off, but I’m due in court tomorrow morning.”
“Megan, could you show Jim where… he will be sleeping? He yawned again, loosened his tie, and ran a hand through his hair. “I better get to bed I can hardly keep awake.”
Once Mr. Hails had left, Megan glanced at her cousin. “Allison cou–”
Her cousin rolled her eyes. “Clean up this mess? Sure why not? I’m only a guest in this house.”
Megan ignored Allison and then led me out of the dining room. I followed her upstairs. She stopped at a door at the end of the hall.
I don’t know if I’d say Mr. Hails was rich, but he did pretty well for himself as a trial lawyer and his house was the largest in the neighborhood. It had five bedrooms, two of which belonged to Megan and Mr. Hails, and the third was a guest room. The fourth was Mr. Hails’ home office, but as I’d never seen the fifth I had no clue what they might use it for if they used it at all.
Megan popped the door open, flicked the light on and waved me inside.
“I guess you’ll be staying in here.” She shrugged and bit her lip.
A futon sat in the corner, but other than that the only furniture was a single bookshelf against the opposite wall. That being said, the room was far from empty, boxes and other odds and ends cluttered the inside.
“We use this room for storage,” she grimaced. “But since Allison’s using the guest room, this is the best we have. I mean, you could sleep on the couch downstairs if you wanted, but at least in here you’ll get privacy.”
“It’s fine.” I shook my head and shuddered remembering the apartment Mom and I lived in when I was younger. “I’ve slept in worse.”
Megan nodded in understanding. “I can get you some bedding, and if you need something to sleep in, you can borrow a pair of my pj’s.”
“Thanks that’d be nice… The bedding I mean with my trick I can probably just morph into something more comfortable.”
I closed my eyes and imagined myself wearing a form fitting black night gown. My trick did the rest and when I opened my eyes, my clothes had shifted to match the image in my mind. It wasn’t until after I was wearing the damned thing I realized I hadn’t even given a second thought about donning such a feminine garment. Worse yet, I didn’t even seem to be bothered by it. I liked the way it accentuated my figure and…
I shuddered and stopped myself before I completed the thought. That wasn’t me, it was my twist talking.
“Aw shit,” I said, “You were right, Megan, there’s been some mental changes.”
Megan smiled and put her hand on my shoulder. “I’ve known all my life I would one day go through a twist, but you never even saw yours coming. None of this was expected, but maybe you can take comfort in knowing that no matter what happens I will be there for you. You’re my best friend.”
My eyes misted up, but I kept myself from bursting into tears.
“Thanks Megs, I don’t know what I would have done if you guys hadn’t taken me in,” I replied cupping her hand.
It went without saying I was pretty confused and I wanted someone to hold me. Since my twist had landed me with a girl’s body, I guess I figured Megan might want to take our relationship in another direction. I leaned in to kiss her and I realized just how wrong I’d been when she pulled away.
“No, Jim.” She shook her head. “That’s not a good idea. I’m just coming to terms with my sexuality and you’ve only been a girl for less than a day. We shouldn’t jump into anything.”
I nodded wiping the last few tears from the corner of my eyes. If I hadn’t been such a mess, I would have been able to better understand where she was coming from, but I was an emotional wreck. I wanted Megan and it was like a sucker punch in the gut. As soon as she had left the room, I collapsed atop the futon and burst into tears.
“Stupid fucking twist,” I cursed under my breath and curled up into a ball.
“Hey.” A hand touched my shoulder and at first I was certain it belonged to Megan, but when I looked up, I found Allison sitting there with saucer-wide eyes.
“It gets better,” she said twirling a strand of hair with her index finger.
“It gets better? My whole life has gone down the shitter! My mother hates me and I’ve been turned into a freak! Tell, me how the fucking hell is it supposed to get better?!”
“Yeah, I guess that would suck,” she replied then paused for a moment.
“Sorry, I have a hard time speaking to people, especially other girls since my twist. Most of the time, I either act like a complete bitch. When I’m with guys its worse, it’s all I can do to keep my hands off them. I don’t have a lot of friends anymore and even the few that stuck around are… distant.” She sighed and bit her lips. “I’d almost rather I turned out more like you at least I wouldn’t feel so alone all the time. It’s stupid, but the reason I keep treating Megan the way I do is cause I can’t stop thinking of her as competition.”
“You’ve been fighting with your cousin because you’re worried she might, what flirt with a guy you like?” I scrunched my nose up and bit my lip. “That makes no sense! Megan’s into girls.”
She grimaced. “Yeah, I told you my twist messed me up in the head, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter if she’s only attracted to the fucking cookie monster. She’s got boobs and a clit. That’s pretty much all it takes. I mean, I’m having a hard time not making a snide comment to you right now. I can resist my compulsion for a while, but don’t expect me to restrain myself too much longer.”
The longer Allison sat there the more uncomfortable she seemed to get, and it even got so bad I swore she would pop. Weird, Allison’s attempt to cheer me up had succeeded, and I smiled at her. She squirmed about and I fought down the fit of giggles that threatened to come bursting out of me.
“Thanks Allison. You don’t have to stay if you’re not comfortable.”
“Oh thank God!” She yelled and jumped up from her seat and tore out of the room at full speed.
“Um,” Megan said popping her head into the doorway a moment later. “I got your bedding. Sorry it took so long I had to get them from the basement.”
She set them down on the futon and brushed past me on her way out. “Megan wait!” I grabbed her by the shoulder before she was halfway out of the room. “I-I know I’m not in the best state of mind, but I’m crazy about you… always have been.”
“Jim, I…” she trailed off. Her big beautiful blue eyes were wide as she stared back at me. It happened so fast it left me in a daze. Her her lips locked around mine. She broke away and as we stared at each other, I swallowed hard. The next thing I knew we were kissing again.
When we broke for air, it was Megan you spoke first. “I can’t believe I… we did that.”
My cheeks flushed as I looked at her in those big frumpy pajamas. They were covered in cartoon characters and knowing Megan they were probably boys pajamas, but even so I thought she looked amazing. “I’d like to do it again. I mean, that is, if you want to.”
She shook her head, then bit her lip. I thought maybe, she might have come around. “Just give it some time. We don’t want to jump into anything. I–” She cleared her throat and toyed with a lock of her hair as she pulled away from me. “I’m getting pretty tired. I think I better get to bed.”
She didn’t look tired, and judging by the way she had her fists clenched and her teeth gritted I was pretty sure a part of her didn’t want to leave. She took a few steps back from me, then glanced back at the door her face erupting into a nervous smile as she exited. “Good night, Jim.”
“Night,” I replied then collapsed onto the bed once she was gone. I didn’t even bother making it as I lay there and thought about the touch of her lips against my own. I’d thought about kissing her and more for ages, and to finally be able to do so was a dream come true, but I’d paid a terrible price to get that opportunity.
I could almost feel her lips against my own and I closed my eyes imagining her in my arms again. I tried to clear my mind, and go to sleep, but all I could think about was Megan and those soft luscious lips…