A Work In Progress

Chapter Three: A Confession

�Kat,� my voice was strange to me and yet not, just like the changes to my body.� �I am James.� She looked at me with wide eyes, and then they narrowed and really studied my face.

�Right!� She said after a good burst of laughter.� �If he was on to me, why couldn�t the creep just confront me instead of putting you here with me.� She had a point there; I was not James, at least not anymore. I got out of the bed and paced around the place trying to think, as I was in a real shit storm now.� All of my ID, all my credit cards, it was all for a man that, by the weighty bounce brought on by my pacing around, I was not anymore.

�I don�t know what the fuck is going on here, I have to be having a really bad dream, but I am James.� Then it occurred to me that I was asking for understanding from� �You were fucking stealing from me you whore!� I was livid all over again. I started to get madder as she started laughing. �What the fuck is so funny?!?!?!!!�

�Lady,� She started getting dressed. �I don�t know who you are but you stay with this guy you are gonna get hurt. This guy is a user.�

�Wait!� I started after her. Damn breasts they were in the way and the bouncing around when I moved too fast or hard was annoying.

�What?� She stopped at the door, dressed.

�I need a bra or something so I can go out.� I was talking about whatever came to mind first to keep from actually thinking.

�Sweetie,� she smirked at me, �my bra is not going to work for you.�

�Why not?� I demanded of her. She closed the door with a resigned sigh and took off her blouse as she came over to me, unhooking her bra as she stopped near me.

�I have to get outta here, you know.� She handed me the bra and I looked at it. It was an object of clothing I had spent my life working to get off of women and now putting it on seemed� insane, the whole thing was. �I came over to fuck him so I could get his new card numbers and wake up to you being planted in bed with me.�

�Kat.� I hooked the straps over my shoulders that went and reached back to try and hook the hooks behind me.

�Don�t call me that. You will never get it that way.� She advised. I considered the problem a moment, then took the straps off my shoulders and put the back under the globes of my breasts. I hooked it together and turned it around.� The thing was already digging into my skin. Kaitlyn seemed to be enjoying this. I put the straps in and instantly found breathing an issue along with the sharp pain.� I looked down and my breasts were spilling out all around her bra, which made me frown, and it really really hurt. �See I am a smallish C with a thin build.� Kaitlyn unhooked it and I took a deep relieved breath. �I�d say you got some nicely sized D�s there, what is your name?.�

�James.� I insisted again.

�And you are a curvy gal to boot.� She swatted my ass as I had soft often done in the throes of fucking her, but mine had been harder to her and it made me jump. �You need to get to a lingerie store around the corner if he left you with no clothes. Take some of his stuff to get there.�

�How do I know it fits right?� My voice sounded far away even to me as I saw she was getting dressed.

She looked at me strangely and shook her head. �You are a sweet girl, James, get out while you can.� She reached for the door.

�Will you help me?� I was lost and getting more so each minute.

�James, you sexy girl, but when the real James come here with the cops, I plan on being gone.� She opened the door and started through it. �I believe this is payback for him, if I still believe it really happened by lunch time.� The door closed and I was left alone with a rush of emotion in the silence of an apartment full of things I had valued that, at the moment, were of not one scrap of usefulness to me. I dropped onto the sofa, put my face in my hands and cried long and hard.

Thankfully it was a Saturday, so I was not expected in the office. This meant that the 30 minute crying jag did not take away from my job, though I had no idea how I was going to explain this at the office on Monday. In all, I was a little surprised at how good a nice big cry felt and how much it cleared my head. I found a tissue and cleared up the inevitable results of the crying jag and was finishing that task when the phone rang. I picked it up and gave out a shaky, �Hello?�

�Jamie?� I heard my mother�s voice on the other end of the connection. �I�m sorry but I had to.�

�Had to what, mom?� I asked a little confused as to why she was apologizing to me.

�They came to see me last night.� She explained and I could hear the tears in her voice.

�Who came to see you?� This was getting more confusing.

�Sharon, Kay, and Cathy�s mom and sister.� She blew her nose away from the phone.

�Sharon?� The first name had me still more confused.

�Sharon Herron.� Suddenly realization dawned on me.

�Ms Herron?� I knew it was, Kay was the cheerleader, and Cathy was the drill team Colonel. All women I had taken my way with when I was in High School. �Why did they come and see you?�

�Because you skipped your reunion.� She sniffed. �They had gone to confront you.�

�Confront me about what?� I was suddenly very self conscious that I was naked and pulled on a button down oxford, my favorite shirt, to cover myself.

�About what you did to them.� She said softly. �To every woman in your life.�

�What are you talking about, Mom?� I was feeling very uneasy about this conversation.

�Sharon brought your son here.� The world started spinning. �Kay is all but a cripple from plastic surgeries from increasingly bad doctors that all started with a boob job, and Cathy is a vegetable as a result of a heart condition cause from severe Bulimia.� She was crying again and a part of me was mad at having this blamed on me.

�Look mom, I was just honest with..�

�You used them Jamie!� She shouted into the phone. �You walked all over them the way I had let you walk all over me and I am still doing it. I call to talk to my only child and you are always too busy for your mother. A girl gives you all that she has and you tell her she needs bigger breasts? Now you want to say you had nothing to do with it.� She was so shrill in the phone because she was crying; I knew it and I started crying a little myself. �So I remembered what I learned from the Bayous and we gathered to make you understand.�

�You did this?� I felt stunned to the core of my being.

�You would never hear me or any other woman, Jamie.�

�JAMES!� I screeched into the phone. �Undo this mother, now.�

�I can�t Jamie.�

�Mom, this is not sending me to my room,� I pleaded.� �You made me a woman! Please undo it.�

�I can�t Jamie.� She was weeping openly again.

�You want to mom, I can hear it.� I had to get her to fix it.

�I thought it was going to be a dream!� She sobbed. �I thought I was going to give a dream for you to see what it was like to be one of the women in you life. I... I didn�t know it was possible to make you female for real.�

�What are you saying, mom?� I asked as the world seemed to screech to a sudden and silent halt, save for my mother�s weeping.

�I am saying I don�t know how this happened or how to undo it.�

�Who does mother?�

�No one.� She sobbed loudly. �And no one would believe it happened.�

�I�ll come down there and make them.� I was sure I had a way out of this now. I turned for my wallet and froze. On the spot where I had dropped my wallet last night, was a fine leather purse. �Jesus, mom.�

�What?� She sobbed in my ear as I opened the purse and pulled out the ladies wallet. She was begging me to tell her what as I opened it up and saw my driver�s license. As I read it I sank onto my fine leather sofa in despair.

�My driver�s license says I am a female, mom���

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