Midge's Story
Prologue
This is a companion story to Living in a Changed World. It explores the change in women described in that story and know generally as simply "the change". Unlike that previous work, which takes place a couple of years after the change in women happened, this work explores the time that the change happened.
Chapter 1
I.
I remember the last night I slept for more than four hours.
It was a Saturday night in early March.
I had the wildest dreams -- mostly about sex with all kinds of guys I know -- my boyfriend, his best friend, his best friend's brother, a guy in my calculus class, the guy in my calculus class's dad, the teacher of my calculus class, my neighbor, my neighbor's wife, my neighbor's wife's brother, and the list went on and on. I woke up drenched in sweat -- like my body had been running in overdrive the whole night. Despite that, I wasn't tired when I woke up. I was hungry though. I got out of bed, stretched. Found a red sports bra and some black spandex shorts and went looking for food.
I should probably introduce myself My name's Midge. Well, actually it's Mary Margaret Callahan Ryan, but everyone calls me Midge. In fact, I don't think anyone's called me Mary Margaret since my mom died. I was nine. She had some kind of cancer. It took her pretty quickly. One day we were getting ice cream and Mom and Dad told me Mom was sick. It was serious, but she was going to do everything she could to get better. It seemed like the next day, she was gone. I miss her a lot -- especially going through a lot of "women things" growing up. Dad got a lot of help from Mom's relatives -- my cousin Nadia especially.
I feel like I'm getting off track. That happens with me a lot.
Anyway, that Sunday morning I was senior in high school and just turned 18 the week before. I was pretty good student. I hated calculus, but Dad said I had to take it. I could get by, but Sir Isaac Newton I was not. I was a pretty good athlete -- being tall helped. I was, and am still, an even six feet tall. I had been since I was 13. That was fun -- being two heads taller than every boy in school in the seventh grade. I was super awkward and clumsy for a year or two. In high school, things leveled out and I also got boobs -- fabulous boobs. That helped with the boys -- even if most of them were still right at eye level with my twins.
I remember catching a look at myself in the hallway mirror on my way to the kitchen. I really had changed a lot from when I was thirteen. I'd added a lot of weight -- most of it in the right places. My legs were long and muscular. My hips were a little rounded, but my butt was high and firm. I had a nice six pack of abs thanks to a lot of sports. My new friends on my chest were a solid 34C and, objectively were perky AF. My skin had cleared up in the last year. I had nice eyes too, at least everyone said so. They were brown. Just brown eyes -- in my opinion nothing special. I just changed my auburn hair from a longer look to a cool pixie cut that I thought made me look older (my dad hated, so it probably did).
I pulled on a pair of tight black running shorts -- not too short, but still pretty short. I picked up a red sports bra off the floor, gave it a sniff, decided it was passable, and crawled into it. Sports bras were a challenge with my girls. Fortunately, well worth it as they looked great trying to reign in those monsters which, fortunately, didn't need a lot of extra support -- even when running. It was a cool morning, so I also donned a stretchy shiny royal blue zip-up running top. It was a snug, but, again, looked great. With that I was out of my bedroom and headed to find food.
I was so hungry when I hit the kitchen. Fortunately, it was Sunday. Dad loved to make huge breakfasts on Sunday. I expected to find more food than the three of us could eat (it was just me, my sister, and Dad). There wasn't. Dad was frying bacon and mixing up some scrambled eggs. I thought maybe he'd just got up late. That wasn't it. "I'm whipping up some more now, Midge," he explained, "Millie came through here and cleaned me out." He flipped some of the bacon, and added, "I swear, even for a tween, that girl can eat. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. She wiped out two pounds of bacon and half a dozen scrambled eggs." He flipped some more bacon, "I didn't even think she liked eggs."
I really didn't hear him. I was so hungry. I went to the fridge. There was about half a gallon of milk left. I grabbed that and a deli pack of American cheese. I ended up chugging the milk -- all of it and ate all the cheese. By then, Dad was coming up with more bacon and eggs. I scooped up most of what he put out. Think I ate as much as he said Millie had. I should have been stuffed to the point of being sick. I felt about sated, but just barely.
I had planned on a run and felt like I really needed it. I realized I'd lent Millie my earbuds. My little sister Millie was twelve. She was tiny. She took after my dad's side of the family he said. Mom's family -- the women especially -- tended to be tall and built like me. Dad's side was a bunch of skinny shorties. Mom was just a couple inches taller than Dad. I had him by a solid four. Mille was slightly built and of average height. She always wanted to be tall like me. I tried to explain -- being able to dunk a basketball is cool, but she didn't want to go through middle school as "Millie the Monster" or whatever else scared little boys could come up with.
I knocked on her door, but there was no answer. I could hear her inside. I opened the door. Millie was face down on the bed grinding furiously on her hand. She didn't even notice me. I saw my earbuds, grabbed them, and left. I remember thinking, she was coming along fast. I think I was 15 the first time I, uh, "double clicked my mouse". I made a mental note to talk with her later. We didn't have a mom, but we had each other.
I put on my running shoes and was out of the house. It was two miles to the entrance to the state park with a couple of moderate hills. It was my normal run -- two miles out, two miles back. I took off feeling like I had a lot of energy to burn off. I decided to go at it hard and clear up my head. I wasn't much of a runner, though the track coach had wanted me to go out for the team. Volleyball and basketball were my sports. I also played lacrosse in the Spring but would have rather played baseball like I did in little league. I ran mostly to support those other sports and it gave me time to think.
My first thought was about having a talk with Millie. That was really something seeing her going at herself like that. I, mean, she was only twelve. When I did myself, I usually thought of Brad Pitt or maybe Bruno Mars. Who was she fantasizing about -- Teletubbies? Maybe Ken -- she was just playing with Barbies for crying out loud.
Speaking of doing myself, I had to admit, I was feeling really, uh, "antsy". I mean, I was already thinking of getting in the shower with the handheld sprayer when I got home. And I was also thinking about calling Brad, my boyfriend. We hadn't been dating long and hadn't gone all the way. I'm given him a few hand jobs and I sucked him off at a party a couple of weeks ago. I also let him feel me up. I did let him finger me once -- he was not super great at that. He must have told me a dozen times that his parents were going to be out of town tonight.