story is dedicated to my three net sisters. Joan Banks, Julia Manchester and
Terry Sarkel who keep me sane and constantly help me with my writing. Thanks
also go to Kelly Davidson, Prue Walker and Mr. Man and many others too
numerous to name who encourage my writing at every turn. I could not do it
without them. My thanks and love go to them all.
thanks to Julia Manchester for editing the story.
The Real Emily Bowers
By Genni Smith
guess if you have to be a 15-year-old boy with the worries of the world on his
shoulders, as I am, then my job gave me plenty of time and the perfect
opportunity to ponder the meaning of life.
my bicycle through the suburbs around my house early in the morning was my time
to relax, to think and to steel myself for the day ahead. All I had to do was
throw a paper onto a front lawn every now and then as I pedalled. Yeah, I am a
paperboy, pretty dorky eh? Well I know I get teased about it constantly at
school but I figure that I am the sort of kid who's always going to be teased
so I might as well make some money and have some "Jason time," as I
referred to the hour and a half that I spent each weekday morning delivering
the town paper. Yep, that's me, Jason Alexander Johnson -- J.J. to my family
and few friends. I'm small for my age, a bit of a brain, which is always a
dangerous thing to be in high school, and alas, I am totally uncoordinated in
anything that resembles a bat and ball. In short, I guess you'd call me a
nerd. Sure I have my good points but I have trouble letting people close enough
to see them. Once bitten, twice shy.
weird thing was that I wasn't even meant to be working that Saturday morning. I
woke up early when my mother angrily knocked on my door at 5:30 am. "J.J.
Phone," She grumbled and then headed back to bed.
I said, only half awake as I picked up the extension next to my bed.
to wake you so early on your day off son, but I’m in a real jam here. There's
some sort of virus going around and half of the paper boys have called in
knew what was coming and tried to say no. "I really need to sleep Mr.
Garner. I've got a shit load of homework to do and I want to get it all done
today so I can enjoy tomorrow. I’m sorry."
be sorry kid, be here. I'll double your pay."
he had to go for the jugular. "Double?" I asked hoping he might add
a little more to the pot.
ha, and you can have any morning off during the week."
man is vicious. "Well I dunno."
it or leave it Jason, I don't have time to dick around. Not this morning."
bed was comfortable and sleep was at a premium, but so was money and he'd hit
all the right buttons. "Okay," I said reluctantly "I'll be
there in twenty minutes."
on you Jason. I knew I could rely on you."
good old reliable Jason. Always there in a crisis. My eyes tried to fight with
my brain and they almost won as they closed. I could feel that if I lay there
any longer I'd drift off to sleep and good old reliable Jason would become good
old unemployed Jason.
outside as I climbed into a pair of jeans and a rugby top I could see, or more
to the point, couldn't see that it was still pitch black out there and even
standing by the window I could feel the dark tendrils of cold air lick at my
body. "Virus my arse." I grumbled and grabbed a brush to make my hair
look halfway decent.
minutes later I was up and out, pedalling like a maniac to get to Mr. Garner's
news agency a few kilometres away.
shop was in a row of 10, but all of them were dark as I parked my bike out the
front. Only the news agency showed any sign of life. Newspapers and magazines
had already been delivered to him and he was stacking them on display shelves
as I walked in. "Jason!" He said sounding shocked that I actually
turned up. "Your blood is worth bottling kid."
not worth more than double the week day rates?" I asked half in jest and
half as a challenge
looked at me evenly for a few seconds. "I tell you what Jason. If you do
two of the routes I'll give you an extra $20 a week for as long as you work for
me." Did I mention that Garner was a great fisherman? He knew the one
bit of bait that I couldn't turn my little piscean nose up at. "And I
don't want to be opening this store everyday." He continued. "I'm gonna
need some help in here, an assistant manager one day soon."
line and sinker. "You're on." I figured that even if the assistant
manager position was a pipe dream that I'd still be ahead when it came to money
and the extra time it'd take to do one of the other routes would give me plenty
of time to spend it a thousand times over. I always had these grandiose schemes
for my money but usually I put at least %50 of it into my bank account and only
ever thought about it when I looked at the balance creep up.
my boy. You can do Danny's route. You know that one pretty well don't
no sweat. I'll do my normal route first Mr. G. and then come back and pick up
the extra papers for Danny's route."
just nodded, motioned to where the two bundled lot of papers sat and then went
back to put the magazines out.
I'll say one thing for the cold, it always made me pedal faster. At least it
wasn't raining. Rainy days are always the pits and I'm generally more worried
about the papers getting wet than I am about myself. I've lost track of the
number of colds I have had due to riding in the rain. A trail of mucus running
down from my nose was another reason I tended to be a target of the jerks at school.
finished doing my route and then went like hell to get back to the store. If I
were lucky Mrs. Garner, who was usually in the store by that time, would take
pity on me and make me a lovely hot chocolate and let me sit in front of the
heater in the back of the store while I drank. I usually knew when she'd got
laid the night before because she had an extra spring in her step and I found
two marshmallows floating in my hot chocolate. Unfortunately for me Mr. Garner
seemed to have far more interest in his newspapers getting delivered on time
than he did in his wife.
God you’re back kid." Garner grunted. "I've already had five calls
from people on Danny's run asking where their papers are."
much for Mrs. Garner's hot chocolate. "I'm on it," I groaned as I
grabbed the second bundle of papers and lugged them out to the carrier basket
on the back of my bike.
was Daniel Jacobson and he wasn't too bad, not that I knew him all that well.
I'd only met him at a couple of the Garners Christmas parties. Danny was only
13 and so he had a smaller route and a very much smaller pay packet than I did,
I hoped. It was also a shitty run because it took in a lot of the suburbs in
the foothills where you had to pedal like the devil to get up some of the hills
and hang on like crazy to get back down the other side. I used to ride around
the area when I was a kid. It was close to the nature reserves where if you
sat quietly you could watch the Superb Blue Wren do aerial gymnastics in
pursuit of its insect lunch. Unfortunately I was too young to appreciate it.
I'd just ride my old BMX bike around there like I was Evil Knevel himself.
one big problem is, it was full of cul de sacs leading up to the nature
reserve, and as I found out, it was very easy to get lost. I am not stupid -- I
knew I was lost just long enough after I happened to lose myself. Isn't it
always the way? First thing I did was ignore my cub scout training. Yeah, I
was a cub scout too, branded as a nerd from a young age, and didn't stay put.
Mr. Garner wouldn't understand that I was just following the rules I'd learned
when I was camping in the Flinder's Ranges when I was 10. He'd just want his
papers delivered, and I wanted to go home so I ignored the rule and tried to
retrace my steps. Again, I only realised that not only was I lost but also that
I couldn't find my way back to the original spot I had been when I first
realised I was lost. The only saving grace was that it was now light so I could
see where I was while I was lost.
little fact also became my downfall when I noticed a familiar car drive towards
me and I could see that he could see me. I tried putting my head down and
riding past him as unobtrusively as possible but he was with friends and
therefore saw me at the perfect target to not only help him exercise his
muscles but also impress his friends.
knew I was in trouble as soon as the car slowed down as I passed it and heard
the gears change to reverse. "Well, well, well . . ." He said as he
paced me. "If it isn't little Jason. Look guys, its Jason."
Jason," someone said from the passenger seat, and I noticed movement from
the backseat in the corner of my eyes.
I said weakly keeping my eyes on the road ahead. Another rule I learnt at cub
scouts, never look a wild animal in the eyes, they'll think you are threatening
them and will attack. Mark Perry was about the wildest animal I knew.
lucky is this?" Mark asked rhetorically as he leaned out of the car and
somehow managed to steer the car at the same time. "Here we are on our way
to footy training, all ready to get into battle, and we run across young Mr.
look him in the eye, my mind screamed. Do not look him in the eye. "Piss
off Mauler, I'm not in the mood," I said, looking him in the eye.
knew it was a mistake as soon as I said it. I really knew it was a mistake when
he braked and I heard his car door open. "What did you call me?" He
said in his most menacing tone, and as my underpants could attest, it was
pretty bloody menacing.
was so thick he was almost fooled but I could smell the rubber where his brain
should be was burning as he tried to make sure what I had said. "No you
didn't, you called me Mauler. Didn’t he guys?"
other equally large and equally stupid guys had joined him, two of them were
standing in front of my bike on either side of the front wheel to make sure I
couldn't move. When they worked out there was a question there for them to
answer they all had the same pained expression on their face as they got the
grey matter into gear.
One of them finally said.
definitely called you Mauler, Mauler."
Perry nodded, glad that he'd been vindicated. "See? No one calls me Mauler
do they guys?"
they don't Mauler." A guy I knew was Mauler's cousin, Craig.
was as if some unspoken signal passed between them as they started laying into
me. In a second I was on the ground being used as a stage for their tap dancing
routines. It's strange, but I remember lying there in pain thinking that they
shouldn't be doing it because it was the weekend. Not because I didn't deserve
to have the crap beaten out of me anytime, but only because it was the weekend.
How weak am I? I didn't lift a finger to stop them, I just tried to roll into a
foetal position, which wasn't easy when you are laying on top of a bike and
watching the day's news flutter past your eyes on the morning breeze. I tried
to tell myself that I had no hope, that there were four of them and I didn't
stand a chance against them, but I wasn't buying it. Why aren't you fighting
back Jason? Fight damn it! Fight! But I didn't. I just lay there. "I
wish my life was different." My mind screamed out. "Why can't I be
don't know for sure what it was that I noticed first; it could have been the
absence of harsh metallic bicycle under me, or the sudden lack or blows and
kicks from the four tough guys or any one of the myriad of things that suddenly
just didn't seem right. At first I thought I must have blacked out and awakened
in the ambulance, but I discounted that when I realised there was no motion. I
dismissed the idea I was in a hospital as soon as I sniffed at the air and
didn't notice that strange hospital smell.
you okay honey?" A woman asked.
I opened my eyes and adjusted my focus from the medium distance I expected the
woman to be from me almost to the immediate foreground. Something was
definitely not right. The woman, a smiling blonde lady who looked to be around
30 years old, appeared to be kneeling down, but it sure as hell felt as though
I was standing and I was looking at her an inch or so below eye level.
you make a wish sweetie?"
a wish? It was only then that my attention was directed to the small cupcake she
held in her hand, a cupcake that sported a solitary candle which was
extinguished, little ribbons of smoke rose from it like delicate crystal.
woman continued on her merry way. "You'll get your big cake at the party
later on honey, this is just a special cake between us."
now I wondered if I was so damaged that I ended up in the psyche ward with this
crazy woman who, it appeared, had birthday fantasies.
wanted to look away, to look around the room and find out where the hell I was,
but there was something in her eyes, her big blue eyes that made me give all of
my attention to her. Maybe it was self preservation, if she had a cake she
might very well have a knife and I was kind of hoping her eyes might indicate
if she intended to plunge said knife into my chest.
Psycho woman said bending forward just a little and looking at me even closer,
"What would you like to wear today?"
now this is really getting nuts. Either I had done one and a half paper
delivery routes naked, in which case I didn't blame Mauler one little bit for
beating me up, or this lady was under the illusion that I needed to get changed
into something more comfortable. I am a teenaged boy for crying out loud, the
only thing more comfortable than jeans are shorts in the summer and even those
I only wear around home, not wanting to inflict my legs on anyone who didn't
have to put up with them by accident of family.
pretty?" She asked.
Lady, what the hell, lets go for an evening gown, elbow length gloves and a
tiara shall we?
jokes aside I only began to have grave concerns about my sanity when the woman
stood up, and up, and up. She literally towered over me and by breaking the eye
hold she had on me she allowed me to look around and more importantly look at
room I was standing in was made for the giantess of a lady who was now moving
off to my right. All of the fittings were huge, wardrobes seemed to stretch on
forever, I could just peek up at the tops of dressing tables and chests of
drawers and even the bed was well over waist height on me now. I didn't
remember selling a cow and getting three magical beans for it but somehow I had
entered the land of the giants.
noticed the pink comforter on the bed around the same time that I saw the
delicate little rose buds on the white wall paper and not long before I saw the
collection of dolls up towards one wall of the bedroom sitting on top of what
appeared to be a large toy chest.
about when I saw the mirror, one of those full-length jobs that hung on a frame
so it could be tilted. My eyes first saw a blur of movement behind me. The
woman was happily flittering from gigantic wardrobe to the colossal chest of
drawers. Then, when I had satisfied that reflex urge to work out what was
moving, I noticed the only other human figure in the room. That didn't make
sense, I thought as I looked at the little girl. Where was I?
the giantess and this little girl appeared before me, and my mind tried to make
sense of it all as I continued to look at the smaller of the two. She appeared
no older than 5 years of age, and from what I could see she had every
appearance of just waking up, right down to the little clumps of sleep at the
corner of her blue eyes. She had blonde tresses that messily curled their way
down and spilled onto her shoulders. She was wearing a large red T-shirt with
some strange, undecipherable writing and a picture of a ballerina on it.
was I? Where the hell was Jason?
moved my head ever so slightly down and saw that I was dressed in a red item of
clothing and more alarmingly that curly blonde hair appeared on my left
shoulder and continued on until it was somewhere near my armpit. I reached down
and pulled the t-shirt up a bit to look at the writing, this time it made
sense, sort of. Grandma's Little Prima Donna it read upside down, I worked out
that it was the mirror that warped it so much that it was hard to read.
on Emily," the giantess said as she looked down at me. "You've got a
big day ahead of you princess, and it's time to get you all clean and dressed
for it." With that a big hand scooped up a small one that for all intents
and purposes was attached to my arm and she led me out of the room and into an
felt the hair dance across my shoulders through the t-shirt and tickle what
skin the red cloth didn’t cover as we walked down a long corridor and into a
you need to pee?"
wasn't a question I was expecting. I would have been ready for, "Are you
happier now that you're insane?" Or, "Do you have any idea you're on
the new and improved candid camera?" Or maybe even, "Weren't you
warned that all of that junk food was bad for your health?"
you need to pee?" It wasn't even in my top 100 of expected questions, but
now that it had been asked I did notice a "bloating," I guess you'd
afraid to talk I simply nodded.
honey, you might as well take off your nightie and panties while I get the bath
Yes, what a good idea. I should make a run for it. But my mind was in some
weird state of total shock as it slowly processed that this was all too real
and my feet might as well have been bolted to the floor.
blonde looked at me with a funny expression playing on her face. "You're still
half asleep aren’t you?" She asked. "Here, let me help."
sound of the tap water running into the bath now spurred some more primal
instinct in me, and as the woman took off the shirt and helped me balance to
get my undies off I noticed I was shifting my weight. No, I was almost hopping
from one foot to the other.
turned and looked at the toilet from hell. The bowl came up to my waist, and as
I looked down for my dick I came to the conclusion that I would need a step to
stand on, even if my penis was there, which it wasn't. I turned, put my hands
on the seat and pretty much lifted my bottom into place. Then, without warning,
I relaxed the right muscles and heard the trickle of water flowing into the
bowl, a trickle that felt like a flood coming from somewhere deep inside of me.
it sounds like you really needed that. You are a good girl." Big Blondie
cooed as she pulled off a few sheets of toilet paper and handed them to me.
I thought, 'if you reckon that pissing makes me Einstein you'll be doing
cartwheels when you work out that not only can I read, I can do all of my times
tables by heart.' Still there was plenty of time to show off later, right now
I needed to attend to something else.
must have waited too long to do it because she gently took the paper back and
in the next second I felt something so totally foreign to my 15 years of
experience as she wiped me between the legs, right where I didn't really have
anything there until that fateful extra shift for Mr. Garner. I almost jumped
out of my skin at the strangeness of it.
don’t know what's wrong with you this morning Emily. I guess turning six is a
big day in any girl's life."
come on then, this bath isn’t getting any warmer." She picked me up like I
was a rag doll and placed me in the luke warm and very bubbly water.
I asked, taking a pretty educated guess at the woman's identity, and was
stunned to hear a tiny voice echo around the tiled room, I don't mean tiny as
in volume, I mean that it was so obviously that of a little girl.
day is it?" Again that voice was the only voice I heard aurally even
though the voice in my head was unmistakably that of Jason.
your birthday silly." The mother said in that annoying voice adults
reserve for small children and animals.
I mean what DAY is it?" I said a little more forcefully.
a Saturday sweetie, otherwise you'd be getting ready for school."
ventured only one more question before I intended to shut up and let my brain
go to work on the problem. "What time is it?"
little after eight. Why?"
just wondered." The time line all fitted in, as long as it was the same
Saturday that I had been doing the paper route. The word wish loomed in my
mind. I had made a wish at what must have been pretty much the same time as
this Emily girl. That left two questions, well actually it left me with two
million questions but there were two real standouts. What had the little girl
wished? And what sick fucker In charge of the great control room of the
universe or whatever the hell it was had thought that this life is what I had
meant when I asked for different?
the bath was over I had been scrubbed from head to toe, shampooed, and smelled
like some sort of flower. I climbed out of the tub, "climbed" being
the appropriate word, and stood there shivering with cold I had never felt as
strongly. When I looked down at the pipe cleaner like legs and arms and the
thin frame of my new body I guessed that there was no longer as much of me for
the cold to get through so it stood back, laughed briefly at my poor defences
and then attacked with a vengeance. Every part of me was shivering so much
that it would have looked like I was having some type of seizure. The mother, as
I took to calling the blonde lady in my mind, smiled sweetly at me and wrapped
what I first thought was a blanket around me. It completely covered me and
with shock I realized it was only a towel.
mother, not my mother mind you, my mother was probably still in her bed which
is where I should have been. Oh hell, now I have you thinking that I share the
bed with my mother, I meant my bed. Where was I? Oh yeah, the mother patted me
dry and then rubbed the towel into my hair. She gently placed the towel around
me again and walked me back to the little girl's bedroom.
now the much finer hair was only damp to the touch so the mother rubbed it just
a little more and then reached over, above my line of sight and grabbed
something she'd taken out earlier. I don't know why but I didn't expect to see
her holding a pair of panties, but that's exactly what she had in her hands.
They were white cotton, with some sort of lace around the waist and leg
openings. I decided I had no option but to grin and "bare" it. In
the end I forgot about the grin as she held them open for me to step into and
pulled them up my legs until they cradled my flat crotch. Next came a little
matching undershirt. Whistling some little tune that was annoying the fuck out
of me, she reached out of my line of vision again to the top of one of the
larger chests of drawers, and this time I did a double take when I saw what the
had retrieved. It was a dress, a real honest to god little girl's dress. It was
light blue with short puffy sleeves, a white round collar, a white sash at the
waist, white trimming about 2 inches up from the hem and right in the front, in
the middle of the sash were three cross stitched, no appliquéd tulips. To say I
didn't like the look of the dress would be like saying that I was only too
happy to bump into Mauler that morning. Shit, he was the arsehole, why wasn't
he in the little girl's body, about to have such a feminine little dress being
lowered over his head? Now that would be justice.
the matter Emily?" The mother asked upon seeing the stunned expression on
my face. "Would you prefer the pink dress today?"
shook my head and swallowed a few times. I guess it's pretty silly really; I
was going to be seen as little Emily no matter what colour dress I wore but my
male ego, given the choice of blue or pink went straight for the blue one.
mother took the dress off the hanger and fiddled around at the back of it for a
minute, then told me to put my arms up, which I did and she guided my skinny
little arms into the correct holes and did the same with my head. When she was
done fussing with the hem and petticoats at the front she asked me to turn
around and I felt the dress slide against my legs. Then I worked out that she
was buttoning up four or five buttons and tying the sash in what I could only
imagine was a perfect bow. I was trapped in the dress until someone released
reluctantly did as she asked thinking the worst was over. The mother bunched up
a sock and then steered the toes of my right foot into the right place and
continued up over the heel and up my calf. There was lace at the top of the
damn sock and I noticed the sock itself was quite thin with diamond shaped
little holes running up the right and left side of it, from where the shoe
would go, all the way to the frilly top. She repeated the same routine on my
left foot and then reached over and grabbed two black shiny leather Mary Jane
pulling me to my feet she scooped me up again and placed me on chair that
looked to me as if it was a long way off the ground. Making sure I stayed as
still as possible to rule out a fall, I looked up and saw the same girly face
looking back at me from a different mirror as I had just a little earlier. She
had most of her baby teeth, but still had one missing left of the larger front
teeth, a charming fact that made her look all the more like a little girl. She
had dimples on her chubby cheeks and a sprinkling of freckles on her cute
little button nose and under her eyes that took nothing away from the fact that
the rest of her skin was flawless peaches and cream. The freckles if anything
added to the Rebecca of Sunny Brook Farm appearance of her.
sat there for what felt like forever as the mother went to work on Emily's
hair. She brushed it like a million times and I squealed sounding like any
other little girl when she hit some tangles. A huge weight was lifted from me
when she stopped brushing and combing only to flatten me when she started
plating and styling my hair. It was obvious to me now that the mother was
intent on dressing little Emily like a princess for her birthday, which would
be fine if I wasn't stuck inside of little Emily's body. The mother was
plaiting a long braid at the back of my head and had separated some hair from
the left and right of my face when one word hit me like a tonne of bricks.
Party! The mother had said that the little cake was just special between her
and Emily and there would be a bigger one at the party. Oh shit.
my hair was braided in one long plait down the back and tied off with some sort
of elastic band the mother took the two long locks of hair from either side of
my face and proceeded to plait them as well, then she did some sort of girlie
hair shit that I couldn't see, but which I knew hurt, and she pulled both
smaller strands of plaited hair around behind my head and attached them to the
larger plait at the back. After all of this had been done I was surprised to
feel there was still a lot of hair that tickled my back and shoulders, and when
I gingerly turned to the left I could see that the mother had left most of the
hair the normal length and the plaits were there for decoration.
that it now had to be over I was about to hop down and wondered if I should employ
a sharper for the descent. "Hang on Emily, we're not quite done."
not?" I asked in that childish tone.
the hell else can there be? A question that was answered when the mother
reached into a jewellery box and pulled out a little silver charm bracelet
which she attached to my left wrist, a pink Barbie wrist watch was fastened to
my right wrist and two small silver earrings in the shape of love hearts. A
thought crossed my mind fleetingly as I pondered if my ears were in fact pierced
but I needn't have worried. She tilted my left ear up first and deftly placed
the spike through then added the backing and did the same for my right ear.
Next came just a little pink lip gloss and the tiniest little bit of blush.
"A treat," she told me. "Just for today. You can wear make up
when you're older, okay Emily?"
can't wait. "Yes Mummy."
you go pumpkin. All done." The mother told me as she helped me down from
the chair and carefully set me down on my feet. She handed me a little light
blue handbag that matched the dress and said, "We'd better get
are meeting grandma for morning tea sweetie, and then we are going shopping.
Don't worry though we will be back in plenty of time for your party. You must
be hungry sweetie, you didn't even eat your cup cake and you haven't had
was the last thing on my mind.
matter," She continued. "We can get something for you at the
my hand she walked me through parts of the house I hadn't had time to see, and
then outside to a car, only stopping to grab her handbag and her keys. As we
got into the car I looked all around, half of me was worried there would be
people who would see me and laugh at Jason in the little girl's dress, and the
other half was trying to work out exactly where I was. No one was around apart
from one old man walking a dog and two boys in their early teens who wandered
past on skate boards so I shifted my attention to my surroundings.
all looked so familiar, and as I was placed into back seat and the seat belt
was clamped firmly in place, I could see my petticoats and dress all fighting
to beat gravity and I suspected my panties were showing to the world .I was
shocked to realize that I wasn't too far from where Mauler and his mates had
stopped me that morning. Maybe two blocks, maybe three. My suspicions were
confirmed as the mother started to drive through streets I knew all too well. I
appeared we were heading for the Mall where I spent a bit of my hard earned
money trying to beat the baddies while playing arcade games.
was only when I was helped out of the seat and out of that car that I saw how
big the world looked to a small child. A large number of other people were
parking and then walking to the mall, and most of them were even taller than
the mother. Cars were huge, doors were huge, even shopping trolleys were huge.
I took the mother's hand out of a sense of self-preservation and fear this
time, and we walked into the Mall where the crowd of giants moved around me. It
was strange and disheartening to notice how many of them didn't even see me,
and the few that did simply smiled at me like I was brain damaged. I kept
wanted to shout ‘look down for crying out loud I am a person too, just a little
legs were already tired from trying to keep up with the mother's long strides
as we turned into a large cafe on the first floor of the mall. I wasn't looking
forward to using the escalator again to get back up to the car. The moving
stairs had sent terror down my spine when I saw not only how big they looked
but also how crowded. The mother had walked onto it like it was nothing, and as
she moved off still holding my hand I was pulled onto it and almost toppled
down a single step, a step that I hadn't given a moments thought to the day
before. Next came what I can only describe as claustrophobia as more people
hopped on behind me and seemed to close in on my like a wall. I was trapped
looking at a fat man's butt, and there was a large elderly woman behind me.
The old woman had looked down at me and smiled that smile again. "Hello
there precious," She said. I was glad at first to turn away from the fat
butt that was inches from my face but stretching my neck around and up was a
strain. I smiled weakly back at the old woman who was grossly obese.
"Aren’t you a pretty little thing?" She asked rhetorically.
mother who obviously didn't know what rhetorical was grinned at the old woman. "Thankyou.
Say 'thank you' Emily." She said to me.
That is a beautiful name for a such a pretty girl in a lovely dress."
is six today, aren't you Emily?"
inwardly groaned as the mother said it but nodded nonetheless.
My you're getting to be a big girl aren't you sweetie?" The old woman
smiled and reached into her purse. "Here you go darling, here's 20 cents
I can retire on that lady, you tight arsed fat old moll.
is so kind of you," the mother said as we reached the bottom and I was
shit scared that the crush of humanity coming behind would fall on me.
"Say, 'thank you,' Emily."
you." I smiled, anything to get out of the way of all of the giants
heading my way.
old woman smiled and thankfully turned right, as we turned left.
cafe wasn't all that busy at that time of the morning, and most of the people
sitting at the tables appeared to be early shoppers getting their morning
coffee fix. The mother guided me to a table at the back of the cafe, where a
woman who looked to be in her early 50s sat. The mother leaned down and kissed
her on the cheek. "Hi mum, sorry we're late."
worries honey, you're here now. How was your day yesterday?"
too bad. I only worked for five hours while Emily was in school and then I did
some grocery shopping. What about you?"
played tennis with the girls."
Did you win?"
lost my singles match, but Wendy and I thrashed them in the doubles. 6-0,
one." The mother smiled. "Have you ordered?"
yet. I was waiting for you."
I thought. 'I am here too, you know? Don't ignore me because I look like I
can't even tie my own shoelaces.' I needn’t have worried. Anonymity was nice
compared to public embarrassment.
Grandmother finally turned her attention to me. "Hello baby. Have you got
a kiss for your old Grandma?"
love, can you wait until my herpes reoccurs first?’
her a kiss," the mother prompted, pushing me forward a little.
tired to turn my cheek, but her lips were like a lip-seeking missile, and
eventually they found mine. Christ almighty, the woman could suck start a
Harley Davidson, and had more slobber than the average St. Bernard!
look adorable." The grandmother said when I finally escaped her clutches.
"Is that a new dress?"
was about to answer that she looked like the love child of Frankenstein’s
monster and Katherine Hepburn but it appeared you didn't have the right to
answer peoples question unless you were over 10 because the mother jumped in.
"Yes, I got it for her last week. Isn't it sweet?"
sure is. Give me a twirl honey."
twirl? Bloody hell! I couldn't twirl you if I had a forklift," I
thought, but then I realised what she meant and reluctantly spun on my heels
for her, feeling the skirt and petticoats of the dress flare out as I did.
mother smiled at me like I was a genius and then turned back to the
grandmother. "Well She needs some new panties and a bathing suit today.
Oh, and a proper party dress too. She's grown out of her old one."
a shame," The grandmother replied as the mother lifted me into a chair.
"That was such a pretty dress. Still, we'll find another one for you
Emily, don’t you worry."
this look on my face lady? Well it indicates that this is one little girl who
isn't going to ape shit over some dumb dress.’ "Great." I said with
what feeling I could muster.
waitress came over and they both ordered a cappuccino, and I was about to open
my mouth when the mother said. "She'll have a small glass of lemonade
please. We've got a busy day and I don't want to be taking her to the little
girl's room every three minutes. I swear she has a bladder the size of a
walnut." The waitress looked at me and giggled.
Why don't you say it louder for crying out loud? I don't think everyone in the
mall heard you.’
next hour or so was spent listening to them talk, for the most part, and
answering some inane questions. At one stage the mother looked over at another
table and then back at me. "Sit like a lady please, Emily."
you legs honey. That little boy is looking at your panties."
followed her gaze to a boy who looked around my new age and he was laughing
like mad, ‘the rotten little prick,’ I thought. But I closed my legs and kept
them closed for the rest of the time we were there.
mother ordered for me again, from the children's menu, of course, and I ended
up with the smallest slice of ham and pineapple pizza you can imagine. I didn't
like pineapple and I sure as hell didn't think it would fill me up, but I was
in for two surprises. The pineapple wasn't too bad at all, and I couldn't even
finish the tiny piece of pizza on my plate before I was full.
the bill had been paid we headed off to the bathroom with each woman taking a
hand. I almost had to run to keep up with them and my arms were sore form
keeping them held up for so long. When we got into the ladies room the Grandma
headed for one cubicle and the mother took me to another one. Without asking if
I needed to piss she lifted the dress and petticoats then pulled the panties
down until they were around my ankles and unceremoniously placed me on the
toilet. I was so pissed off at her that I didn't even realize I needed to go.
Again she took off a few pieces of paper and handed them to me but I wanted to
avoid a repeat of that morning's shock when I first felt the paper wiping
between the puffy lips. Knowing what was coming didn't make the task any
easier this time around but at least I could do it relatively slowly compared
to the sand paper effect that occurred when the mother did it.
mother smiled at me again like I'd won the Nobel peace prize, pulled me to my
feet and pulled my panties up. She fluffed the dress and made sure it was all
in place, then gently moved me away. I was stunned when she undid her skirt and
pulled it down along with her pantyhose and panties then sat and did her
business. That is something I wasn't expecting. When she'd finished and had her
clothes back in order we headed out and both washed our hands with me needing
to be lifted to reach the basin. The grandmother was already waiting for us so
we moved out and towards the first of what I found out was many stores.
was tired and annoyed at trying on the huge number of clothes that the women
wanted to see me model, and even more annoyed that I didn't get a say in what
they bought. The party dress was even girlier than the one I had on. It was
white with more lace and petticoats than most wedding dresses I had seen. We
moved from shop to shop like some consumer machine, and when I complained about
my sore legs I was lifted up and placed into the kiddie seat of the shopping
trolley where I was unable to get out unless one of them lifted me.
after what felt like a week, or three, the Grandmother walked us to the
mother's car, and I was even happy when she carried me up the escalator,
sparing me the anguish of another ride at ground level. Again I was strapped
into the back seat but this time the grandmother climbed into the front
passenger seat and the mother assumed her seat behind the steering wheel.
of the way home the Grandmother sung nursery rhymes and encouraged me to sing
along with her.
one for you, I thought. 'There once was an old lady who sat in a car, she
pissed someone off and now she's dead.'
so it didn't rhyme, but I liked it.
we were back at Emily's house I was placed in front of a Barbie's dream house
and told to play quietly while they got ready for the party. Play? Sure, got
any matches? In the end I just waited until no one was watching and moved Ken
up and down on top of Barbie making them look like they were shagging each
other's brains out. Sure it wasn't much but it was my little way of rebelling.
the end I lifted myself onto the sofa, well climbed onto it would be a better
explanation, and turned on the television. I was happily watching Jerry
Springer, just like I did when I was home from school sick, when the
Grandmother entered the room, grabbed the remote and switched it over to some
puppet show. "You shouldn't be watching this trash sweetie," She
said. The puppets didn't swear or hit each other, talk about their
transvestite boyfriends or an aunty who was sleeping with her nephew's
girlfriend or anything. How boring.
40 minutes later the doorbell sounded and the mother called Emily to the lounge
room where another lady and a little girl around Emily's age were standing. The
girl was equally well dressed and held a big present wrapped in paper with
ballerinas all over it. "Happy birthday Emily" the girl and woman
said in unison as the girl handed the box to me.
and more parents and children poured into the house, and the children,
including me unfortunately, were all ushered outside where a large table was
set with fairy wings and pink ribbon. I noticed there were a few boys there
who weren't too happy about being with all of the little girls. Personally I
couldn't blame them.
ate sugary food and played various games such as pin the tail on the donkey,
musical chairs and pass the parcel then the girls dragged me into a game of
skipping. Somebody kill me.
presents were all pretty damn boring, actually. Well I am sure the real Emily
would've liked them, but the dolls, doll's clothes, more clothes for Emily and
little girl's books were nothing that I could go ape shit over. I smiled
politely and thanked whoever had handed it to me. Even the biggest present of
the day, a pink bicycle just the right size for Emily, complete with training
wheels was shrug material to me, even though everyone else oohed and aahed over
I had one thing going for me and that was
my brain that appeared to be unchanged with the swap or change or whatever the
hell it was. As soon as I heard someone call some one else by his or her name
I could remember it and address him or her correctly from then on. Even with
the adults I could work out who was who either by the way their son or daughter
acted around them or by family resemblance.
After a pink cake was brought out from
the kitchen with six candles, flames fluttering in the light breeze. It was
promptly dispatched to around 15 little stomachs and 6 or 7 bigger ones. The
mother revealed a Piñata hanging from a nearby tree, and handed the birthday
girl a very thick piece of wood. Well it felt very thick but it turned out to
be a piece of broom handle that was big to my tiny hands.
blindfold was put around my head with the mother making sure she didn't mess up
my hair, and I took out some of my frustrations whacking away at the pig shaped
papier Mache Piñata. All of the other kids had a turn and one boy bragged he'd
be the one to split it open. He almost did too, but then it was my go again and
I just pictured the Piñata was Mauler, a thing made all the easier because of
the resemblance between the captain of the football team and the pig, and
belted the crap out of it. The excited screams of little boys and girls and
they dived to the ground to retrieve the sweets told me I'd scored a direct
too soon for my liking the party was over and the house was emptied of guests,
leaving the mother and the grandmother to clean up. One good thing about my new
age, I guess, they didn't even think about asking me to help. The bad thing was
I was placed in front of the TV and made to watch Sesame Street. Can you believe that
Big Bird still hasn't learnt to fly? And who the hell is Elmo? Jeez, things
have changed since I was a kid. The last time I was a kid that is. Mind you I
still think Bert and Ernie are gay.
day drifted away with more trips to the toilet and a very small dinner. I had a
little bit of time to look around Emily's room while the mother was on the
telephone to one of her friends, and I found that most of the books had
"Emily Bowers" written on the inside of the front cover in a childish
scrawl. When she finally got off the phone the mother ushered me back into the
bathroom and thankfully helped me out of that stupid dress. I had another bath
and then she made me put on a pink lacy nightie, a clean pair of panties and
before the big hand was on the 12 and the little hand was on the 8 as they say
on Sesame Street the mother took me to Emily's bedroom, placed me in the bed
and tucked me in. She placed a large doll next to me and read Snow White.
I wanted to scream. ‘I know the story already. A woman gets booted out of the
castle and moves in with a bunch of short arses who make her cook and clean up
after them. Then some old bag gives her a drugged apple and she goes into a
coma and the only person who can wake her is some gay looking guy named Prince
Charming. He can't get a girlfriend the normal way so he sees this bird that
can't say no and gives her a kiss, probably cops a feel as well. I bet she
scared the hell out of him when she woke up. He felt so guilty that he married her
Blah blah blah. Happily ever after. Yadda yadda yadda. The end.’
I guess this little body tires faster that my old one because before she even
got to the apple I was fast asleep.
next day I woke hoping against hope that it had all been a bad dream but one
look into the doll's big eyes and its grin that was almost laughing at me was
enough to tell me that I was still stuck as Emily and another day was about to
begin. I couldn't make out the clock on the wall but it looked pretty light outside
so I hopped out of bed onto the cold floor and made my way to the door only to
find that I wasn't quite tall enough to reach the door handle. 'Stuff this for
a joke,' I thought, and headed back to bed.
time later the mother woke me in that sing song voice, and walked me again
first to the toilet and then to the bath where I had my second bubble bath for
as long as I can remember. I was worried about another girlie dress when we
went back to Emily's bedroom, but instead I was dressed in light pink cotton
panties and a cotton crop top undershirt and then a bright pink t-shirt and
lavender short overalls with a large rabbit on the bib, topped off with pink
socks and sneakers. Better than yesterday but still not that great.
small bowl of rice bubbles was placed in front of me and again I doubted that
it would even touch the sides on the way down but again I was full before the
bowl was emptied. Some television followed as the mother did some more
housework, and later she walked me around to a local playground where I was
encouraged to play on the equipment with the other kids. I was a little unsure
about it because I was one of the smallest there and some of them, especially
the boys or so it seemed, were pretty rough. Eventually a girl who looked a
year younger than Emily asked me to play with her and I spent a very boring 40
minutes playing tea parties with her in a cubby house. It was almost a relief
when the mother offered to push us on the swings for a while and watch us while
we played on a slide.
wasn't wearing a watch and when I asked the mother the time I was amazed to
hear that it was only just after 10:30 am. Time seemed to go very slowly when you made almost no
decisions for yourself.
was tired when I got home, the playground wasn't all that far away but one
thing I already knew is that the combination of smaller legs and the mother's
longer strides made walking even short distances a challenge. "Are you
tired honey?" The mother asked, and I stupidly nodded. "Well you're a
little old for a nap, but you did have a big day yesterday so maybe an hour or
two won't hurt."
Mummy," I said.
Emily." The mother retorted in a tone that made me know without a doubt
that she wasn't about to listen to me.
helped me strip down to my panties, which was a help because I found that my
little fingers couldn't undo the straps of the little overalls without a great
deal of difficulty, sat me on the toilet again and waited while I wiped then
took me back to Emily's bedroom and tucked me into bed, pulling down the blinds
to darken the room. I didn't want to sleep. In fact I told myself that I
wasn't going to have a nap like a good girl but then reality hit me, the room
was dark and I was too short to reach either the blind, light switch or the
door, so all I could do was lie there. Soon enough my eyes began to close and
I'd fought it for as long as I could, but after too many times of jerking from
a half sleep my tired body won and sleep claimed me until the mother woke me a
few hours later.
have to admit that my energy was restored, and I felt even better again after I
had re-dressed and eaten half a cheese sandwich and a stick of celery. I was in
a mood to run and play but the mother informed me that she had an appointment
at the 7-day clinic to get some sleeping tablets. The Doctor's office was a
bit of a shock because one of the kids from my school was seated in the waiting
room as we walked in. I kept looking at him to see if he showed any sign of
recognition but he ignored me and continued to look bored until his name was
boy around Emily's age, on the other hand, greeted me and he asked me to play
with him. I didn't want to but the mother accepted his invitation for me and we
both went into a plastic cubby house, where he told me he was the dad and I was
the mum. He then proceeded to play out every sexual stereotype from asking me
where his dinner was to demanding I keep the place clean. What the hell was he
being taught? I told him about women’s lib but he wasn't buying any of it. In
the end I kneed him in the balls and walked out crying, telling the mother that
he had hit me.
the mother was called in to one of the Doctors' offices he smiled at me and
then ignored me for the rest of the 10-minute consultation. I had that feeling
of being invisible again but I was almost getting used to that. We left with
the prescription and stopped off at a chemist shop to get it filled. The Doctor
had called the Mother Lorraine, and the woman who served her at the chemists
called her Mrs. Whitney so I finally knew the mother's name. At the mall and at
the party everyone seemed to call her Loll. The difference in Emily's and the
mother's surname didn't phase me. Half of the kids in my high school had a
different last name than their mothers, who tended to be divorced and using
their maiden name or remarried and using their new husband's surname.
at Emily's house I was dumped in front of the square baby sitter again while Lorraine went and did
something. This time I was relegated to watching a video of Disney's Peter Pan,
which I had to admit, was a little bit better than Sesame Street. Mind you I always
tended to root for Captain Hook and the Crocodile, but again they lost and
drippy Peter Pan won. I'm sorry but from my point of view a kid who didn't want
to grow up was a load of crap.
the video had finished I wandered up from the family room to see what the
mother was up to, she'd only stuck her head into the room a few times while I
was watching, and I was a little curious to see what she was up to. I was
surprised to see she was showered and dressed to the nines, a wonderful
smelling meal was in the oven and the house was spotless. Something was up and
the Mother seemed to be anxious, watching the clock again and again.
you hungry Emily?"
little." I nodded, taking in all of the wonderful smells that filled the
because I've made you some sausage rolls."
rolls? You've got something in that oven that I'd kill to eat but all you offer
me is sausage rolls? Get over yourself woman.'
like Sausage rolls, don't you pumpkin?" The mother continued. It was more
a statement than a question.
I have some of that?" I asked as sweetly as I could.
I don't know baby. There's lots of garlic in the lasagne. I think it might be a
bit too rich for your little tummy. Leave it to that adults ok? You can have
some when you’re older."
Plural? I think the mother is going to get laid. Well that explains the dopey
grin on her face. I thought about asking who the other adult was but decided
against it and ate the sausage rolls with more than a hint of jealousy.
mother wandered off to do something outside and she assumed I was watching
television again, but I used that quiet time to grab a phone and dial my old
a voice said on the other end of the line. It was Mum, my mum. Not the one,
who has spent the past two days treating me like a six-year-old girl but my
mother, the lady who did my washing, cooked my meals and even bought my
undies. Hell, my mother hadn't been doing all that differently to the new one
I thought somewhat guiltily. At least Emily had an excuse that she couldn't
reach the stove, wasn't tall enough for the washing machine, and had no money
to buy her own undies. "Hello." My mother repeated, always the same
impatient pain in the arse. God I miss her.
hello," I said quietly, in case Emily's mother was coming back. "Is
Jason there please?"
sorry sweetie," my mum said using the same tone of voice that Emily's
mother used when humouring me. "I think you have the wrong number. There's
no Jason here."
Johnson?" I asked again, only too aware of my little voice.
this is the Johnson house, but there's no Jason here honey. Maybe you should
ask your mummy to check the number again."
hung up without any more discussion. I was trying to work out what this all
meant, and I figured a 6 year old could be excused a little rudeness now and
then, anyway. It would just be put down to the impetuousness of youth.
were you talking to?" The mother asked as she re-entered the house with a
bunch of flowers she’d taken from the garden.
Queen." I said as nonchalantly as I could manage, and it had the desired
effect because she just laughed patronizingly, shook her head, and kept on
going into the kitchen to put the flowers into a vase.
been put into the same nightie as the previous night, and was lying on my bed
pretending to read some of Emily's books but I knew them all so it was all a
little boring, when I heard a car park out on the street. I didn't think
anything of it because cars were coming and going in the street all of the
time. However a short time later the mother called for me.
who’s here." The mother said proudly when I entered the lounge room, not
even realizing that I was carrying one of Emily's dolls.
looked over to see a young man sitting there smiling at me. He was obviously
the mother's boyfriend. ‘Yeah? So?’ I thought. ‘What do you want me to do?
Dance a highland jig?’
Emmy," the man said, holding his arms out expecting me to give him a hug.
"How are you princess?"
Give Darryl a cuddle." The mother prompted.
I said reluctantly, hugging him.
scooped me up like I weighed nothing, hugged me to him tightly and then laid me
across his lap and proceeded to tickle me.
so I will admit I laughed. I laughed like a maniac, but Emily’s skin was so
sensitive that I almost wet myself. Luckily he finished tickling me and sat me
on his lap. "Sorry I missed your birthday, honey."
shrugged, still smiling from the tickling, despite myself.
wanted to be here," he continued, and I wondered if he was Emily's father.
"But I was working. I bought you a present though."
looked at the large gift that he pulled out of a suitcase and quickly unwrapped
it. Surprise, surprise, it was another doll. Jeez, I really need more of them.
A cheap doll at that and I knew then that he wasn't Emily’s father. A divorced
or separated father would spend big money for his kid's birthday just to
assuage his guilt. This guy was just boning Emily's mother. My reasoning
confirmed when I saw the label on his suitcase. Darryl Murphy. Murphy was neither
Emily's surname or the mother's.
Darryl made himself pretty much at home, and from the little bit I heard before
I was dispatched to bed so they could have a romantic evening of sex, sex and
more sex I learnt he worked at the Moomba gas field, and worked for a fortnight
and then had a fortnight off, most of which seemed to be spent with Emily's
next day, Monday, my third day as Emily Bowers, I was reintroduced to grade 2.
The weather had come in cool so the mother dressed me in a little red jumper, a
white skivvy, white tights and the same black Mary Janes I had worn on my first
day as Emily. To top off the little girl look were the two pigtails that my
hair had been put into. For some reason Cindy Brady kept flashing through my
mind whenever I looked into a mirror
schoolwork itself was boring because I could do it in my sleep. What did
surprise me was how segregated the school seemed to be and it was
self-segregation. The boys stayed with the boys and I, as a girl was relegated
to playing with the girls, hop scotch, skipping, those silly clapping games and
a myriad of other equally inane stuff. It was probably the same when I was at
that age the first time but when you get to high school and all of your
thoughts turn to trying to impress the opposite sex the days when you worried
about "boy germs" and "girl germs" all seemed like a bad
was actually glad when the mother came and picked me up at the end of the day
and took me to Emily's house, and I was hoping to get out of the tights as soon
as I possibly could. They were hot and tended to droop causing me to go to the
bathroom a lot of times just to pull them up. Darryl had done a bit of work
around the house and was half asleep on the sofa, but I had to endure another
cuddle session and spend 20 minutes sitting on his lap while he asked me about
my day. What was I supposed to say? ‘Well I learnt how to read words of more
than two syllables and make clay pots that looked like something that Pablo
Picasso might make while on speed.’
time was spent in front of the television until Darryl decided that he would
buy some take out junk food, and I got a McHappy Meal with a toy that some poor
Chinese kid had probably made for 20 cents a day. I almost envied that Chinese
kid, as long as it was a boy.
enough, at 7
the mother told me it was time for bed and I went through my evening ablutions.
Sleep came fast again as my little frame was worn out from the day's
activities, and the mother observed I was running a little bit of a fever and
had probably caught one of the multitude of ailments that kids are exposed to.
I'd been given a child's aspirin and some foul tasting cough mixture that
helped me fall into a deep sleep. That's how it would have stayed until
morning, until a small crack of light appeared my bedroom door, waking me
first I thought it was the mother just checking on me as she did now and then,
but as the small crack of light grew wider, spilling a soft yellow glow further
and further across the room, I could see a silhouette of a large man. Darryl
stood there for a minute, I guess he was trying to sense if I was awake or not
and then he entered the room. I guess the mother was worn out from being on her
back so much since Darryl's return, and she'd asked him to check on little
Emily. Then the door closed behind him and I could hear footsteps as he walked
across my room in just the small amount of moonlight that filtered in through
the window. I had no idea what he wanted. Maybe the mother's birthday was
coming up and he wanted to tell me what he was getting her. Maybe he'd been
called back to work and was coming in to say goodbye, or maybe he just wanted
to check my temperature again to get into the mother's good books.
small night-light was turned on and he smiled down at me and sat on my bed.
"How are you feeling Emmy?" He asked as he placed his huge hand to my
I shrugged. "Tired and a little hot."
you like me to put the fan on sweetie?"
shook my head. "I just want to sleep."
He smiled. "Your mother is fast asleep. She's had some of her tablets,
and she's sleeping like a baby."
never understood that line. Sleeping like a baby? What does that mean? That
they wake up every hour crying their tits off and they wet the bed?
"Okay," is all I said as I looked up at him.
continued to look at me and I kind of got the impression he wanted to say
something but I really wasn't in the mood for a heart to heart. Eventually he
said, "Would you like to play a game?"
I thought. ‘Lets play hide and seek. You go hide and I will count to twenty
million and then come and find you.’ "What sort of game?" I asked.
I knew what had happened he’d taken my hand in his and placed it on something
that was warm, hard and soft all at the same time. It took me a few seconds to
realise what it was. "Eeeew!" I said sounding every inch the little
girl as I pulled my hand back in disgust.
took my hand again and more forcefully he put it back on the disgusting
smelling thing between his legs. "Go on, play with it."
with it? I don’t even want it in the same room as me. I shook my head.
with it," Darryl snarled. "Play with it or I will hurt you."
couldn't run because he was sitting on the bedclothes, which more or less
pinned me in place, and even if I could I already knew I wasn't tall enough to
open the door. "Mummy?" I said as loudly as I could before his hand
clamped hard around my mouth and nose, making it impossible to breathe.
scream." He said angrily, and then changed his tone to sound a little
softer. "Promise me you won't scream?"
was running out of air so I nodded just to get a breath in.
girl." Darryl smiled. "It won't help anyway, your mummy's sound
warm lump of meat had got smaller as I held it and Darryl took my hand off it
and slipped it back into his jeans angrily. "Now look what you did."
He growled. "I'm going to bed. Remember, not a word about this to anyone
or I will hurt your mummy. Got it?"
was a big man, and I had no doubt that he could do the mother major damage, let
alone what he could do to Emily's tiny frame. Hell, some of the teddy bears in
Emily's room could beat me in a fight at the moment.
continued. "Besides, we've done this before and your mummy will believe me
when I tell her you made me do it. You're a bad girl Emily."
was stunned. Rooted to the spot. Incredibly I found myself nodding and I didn't
know if it was to keep him happy or because I believed it.
it. Say I am a bad girl."
-- I am a bad girl." I said.
another word he got up, turned the night-light off and stormed out of the room,
leaving a thousand emotions flip flopping in my brain.
last I had a reason to enjoy school if only to escape the eagle eyes of Darryl
as he sat at the kitchen table the next morning. The mother fussed around
making breakfast for both of us, and Darryl himself, despite his evil eyes, was
acting totally normal to me. The problem is that normal included a morning hug
and kiss. The mother gave me a quick look over and announced that my
temperature had subsided enough for me to go to school, so she ordered me into
the bathroom and then started running a bath.
popped his head around the corner. "Do you want me to give her a bath this
morning Lori?" He asked.
you? I need to get dressed for work, and I will pick out something for her to
sweat love." He smiled down at me. "Don't forget your coffee is