Chapter #6change me back mentally by: Unknown My mind seems to clear up tremendously when Jessica snaps her fingers again. There's that initial burst of pain, of course, but it grows weaker and weaker each time she changes me. More importantly, all the thoughts and memories of me being a girl disappear. I can remember my old life and name, Ryan. I hate Miley Cyrus like I always have, and Queen does not disgust me.
But that knowledge comes at a cost. Whereas I felt comfortable, even a little sultry in my dress with a female mind, it feels completely unnatural to a guy who's never even considered what a dress would feel like. It clings to my hips weirdly, which themselves feel odd with their unnatural wideness. The lipstick tickles my mouth, and I move my hand to wipe it away before Amanda tells me, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Do that and we're changing your mind back."
"Don't think I'm not going to make other mental changes," Jessica says. "But I want him to know he's a guy through it all. It's a lot more fun, that way..."
I brace myself for another transformation, but the living room clock strikes seven and Jessica turns to look at the time.
"But that'll have to wait. If we don't hurry up you'll be late for school!"
"Come on, Jessica! I mean...Amanda, please, both of you know I love you! Turn me back, I'm begging you, I'm a guy and I like my male life!"
"This is what I missed," Jessica says to Amanda. "The resistance and begging. Rachel's not the same without a little feistiness."
"I don't know," Amanda says with a shrug. "I thought she was cute without it..."
Amanda doesn't argue the point, though, and I give up fighting myself. My sisters have made it clear that they've chosen my life and will never change me back if they can help it. Deep down, I hold onto the hope that some time soon--maybe not today, but perhaps this week, next week, within the month--they'll tire of their new younger sister and turn me back. As we get into Amanda's car and she drives me to middle school, I assure myself there's no way they can enjoy me being female for longer than a month. They'll realize that they miss their brother by then...right?
After a five or so minute drive, we arrive at Taft-Hardy Middle School, where buses and other cars are dropping off children too. I remember going to T.H., more than four years ago, and here I am reliving those days.
"Have a good day at school, sweetie!" Amanda says with a wave.
Slowly, uncertainly, I begin to get out of the car.
"One more thing," Jessica says, and I turn around. I know what's coming... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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