Friday morning. Happy birthday. Nothing like being eighteen. Again. After slowly waking up to the third round of the snooze button's blaring of the morning show, I decided that I didn't feel any different than the day before. No miraculous reversion to my former condition. I was going to have to face this damnable coming of age ceremony head on.
The first time I'd been eighteen I never realized how lucky I was. I'd been rather lazy and rarely if ever shaved but you know, there's more territory to drag a razor over in this form than what would be on a person's face. Oh sure. Being a tomboy so to speak I ended up being just as lazy, and decided I wouldn't be doing it this time either. Sure I tried shaving my legs and under arms a couple of times but shit man, that's just too much work when all I wanted to do is get on with things.
I remember cutting my legs to ribbons in a failed attempt for that soft silky smooth etc type crap you hear on the TV. Now don't get me wrong. I wasn't settling into this 'condition' of mine or anything. I still have high expectations of my return to my proper and former condition.
Never mind with the 'When in Rome' crap either. Get that out of your head. I'm Celt remember or at least I was. I had this whole anti Rome and it's damn short hair policy that made people think I was into rock. Needless to say I was accustomed to having longer than normal hair. I just wasn't used to having it so straight.
That cooler I drank might have had some particles of Anne's and Aaron's DNA as Aaron had learned through his investigations. I guess that's what gave me a pseudo look that I could actually be from their lineage. Richard's mop was thick and messy, kind of like his father's and yet he has the blackest almost indigo like colouring to it, much like Anne's Asian ancestry. I on the other hand have an almost Chinese look to my physical appearance save but for one fact. Although I seem to be blessed with the manageability of Anne's straight hair, it would seem I get the near platinum colouring from Aaron's side.
East meets north north west. Ever wonder what it'd be like if the Orient had kids with Vikings? I don't. I hate it. It gets me much too much unwanted attention. Yes, that means I look Asian but have naturally occurring blonde hair. That coupled with these things on my chest will surely get me back problems as well as several thousand headaches to come. I do admit to being thankful for Richard's ability to run defense. I'm actually quite happy that we've developed an unspoken communication on it. Especially since he knows what happened 5 years ago.
To this day in fact.
"Ahh crap." I muttered as I tortuously reminded myself the specifics of what happened. My thoughts drifted to what I recalled from that night, as I made my way to the bathroom and started up the shower. Richard, as it goes, had actually seen the change happening. That's why he'd been snickering. He knew what had happened but didn't know the why, just that it happened. All of it was one big huge inside joke with me and my current condition baring the brunt of the punch line..
"YeeeOUCH!" I shrieked as I was brought back to the here and now. The suddenness of the near freezing jets of cold water blasting me from head to toe. Soaked, I grabbed a towel and wrapped myself in it then stormed out of the bathroom dripping my way down the hall towards the stairs. "Richaaaaard" I hollered when I stormed into the kitchen. Pointing my finger accusingly, all I could manage to utter out my blue lips was a teeth chattering. "Hot water!"
Richard's immediate reaction was to spew his coffee as he burst out laughing. He knew what I was pissed at. He'd always wake up not to long before me in order to use all the hot water. He'd worked it into timing it just right so that the tank didn't have enough time to recover before I hopped into the shower.
"Dick" I muttered at him through his roaring laughter which only egged him on more. That earned me a response from Anne. "Deidre" She said in a stern tone. "But he used all the hot water again." I whimpered back. I no longer had the comfort of a giant's constitution. Even though it's been 5 years I still miss my ability to generate body heat.
As Richard calmed himself for a moment he retorted to my calling him 'Dick'. Still chuckling he called back at me. "Double D"
A swish hissed through the air abruptly ending in an audible smack as the spatula Anne toted connected with the back of Richard's hand. "Ow, what was that for?" He cried out. "It's your sister's birthday." She said menacingly while pointing the flap jack flipper at him as if it were loaded. "But she called me.." He quickly trailed it off as Anne dismissively waved in front of him as if to either cast some swish and flick kind of spell or smack him again.
"Sorry D" He muttered under his breath before she shrugged at me. "Happy Birthday." Sure, I let him get away with this whole sibling rivalry kind of thing. I guess it was a light spot of fun that kept my mind off the depressive tragedy of my condition. It didn't really matter to either of us any points or getting the last laugh on things. Besides, it gave Witchy poo the occasional chance to prove she wasn't all that bad as I thought she was five plus years ago. I also knew why Richard seemed to give an uncaring shrug. He turned out to be not such a bad guy either. I guess he knew this whole birthday thing was a stinging reminder.
Flipping her spatula around in the direction of the basement Anne intoned. "Use the tub." She instructed. "Aww tsk." Was my only reply. I hate taking a bath. I use every opportunity to deny myself the 'frilly', 'dainty', 'huggy', 'feely' crap that goes along with this physical form. That's why I prefer a shower since there's only so far into adapting to my condition I'm willing to go.
Swish and flick. "Use the tub." Anne repeated her spell.
Hanging my head cause I knew I had a limited time before needing to get ready for school, I begrudgingly flopped my feet as I headed to the doom of the cast iron bathing basin. It was an antique and must have been a part of the original house when the rest of it was modernized to the lavish state it's in now. It was also on a different water tank.
Sure enough, it had hot water that seemed to fill too quick. Oh don't get me wrong. The tub is rather huge compared to my 5'2" height and took it's proper amount of time to fill. It's just that I hate the effect it seems to have, and any time is always too soon. As I stepped into the steaming water I sighed and when I lowered myself I let out a whimpering gasp. "Oh shit" I announced suddenly as the water line had an instant effect when it connected with my nethers.
See, this is some of the part I hate about the tub. I'm usually in a state of extreme self controlled lock down to any of these kind of physical feelings. Anything that would over ride and make me acknowledge being female. Immersing myself fully, I grumbled as it began to wash over me. There it was, what I dread the most about the tub.
Buoyancy.
I was floating with my limbs bouncing and my boobs bobbing. Sure enough the tingling sensations began to wash over me as I muttered my curses and began to quickly soap up. It seems to happen every time I take a bath as opposed to a shower. Another slight whimper escaped me as I felt my nipples stiffen. "Shit, damn mother fuckin hell!" I proclaimed as I tried to concentrate on returning them to a state of desensitized neutrality. Unfortunately it seems that the harder I think about it the opposite effect it has.
