Chapter 6
Alessia looked herself over in her bathroom mirror. Eighteen years old, and apparently the apple of every boy's eye? It had never occurred to her that she could be a twice, but, now that she was taking the time to assess herself, she could see how that could be so.
That she was gifted with a talent with machinery was always obvious to her, and for that she'd always known that she stood out against the other girls and boys. She was an expert in things they might someday need to apply to the college to learn. The innate aptitudes of Earth's finest engineers were her inheritance.
But, with all that and the distractions her technical pursuits had brought, she'd lost track of the rest of her self. Of the way she was growing up, of how her body was developing. While her classmates were out kissing boys she'd been poring over schematics and playing with prototypes. The years had passed her by and she was now a young adult, though still as innocent as when she was a middle school child.
Standing in her panties, she saw a woman in her reflection. The slim little girl with the voluminous and long light brown curls had changed in more ways than just the vertical. She'd until then barely noticed how the narrowness of her waist smoothly swept outward into mature hips. She shifted her position, and her womanly gait caused a lively shudder upon her chest.
Ah, her breasts. An annoyance. Always bouncing around, getting in her way while she worked. As soon as they'd began to grow in she'd gotten in the habit of hiding them away in concealing clothes. With each passing year of her teenage life it had gotten harder to ignore them. Now looking at them dead on, she saw their round and high forms contrasting starkly against her otherwise willowy frame. Surely they'd gotten too big for her. She wondered if they were done growing. She cupped them and lifted them slightly, then turned to her side to watch herself in profile view as she released them to fall jigglingly back against herself. They probably played a major role in the attraction of boys like that persistent Benji.
Then her face. She'd never felt there was anything too interesting about it - it looked just like the ones of princesses and heroines in books and movies. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned against the bathroom sink to bring herself closer to the mirror. Was she seeing a lack of interesting features, or rather a lack of imperfections? The proportions of her eyes, her lips and her nose, were actually quite aesthetically ideal, and growing up surrounded by such fictional imagery, she'd never realized how much rarer such a beauteous face was in real life. Hers, she realized, was a face of beauty.
"Oh..."
Pursing her lips, she twisted herself at a couple more angles, seeing how her lean muscles were just barely visible beneath her soft skin as she moved, her long brown hair richly swaying as she went. She felt a swell of pride, which she, in the name of humility, wasn't ready to acknowledge.
She eventually stopped, feeling ashamed by her vanity. She left her bathroom and went to her bed, where she plucked up an oversized t-shirt and draped it over herself. Then properly decent, she left the privacy of her room to go downstairs and grab an apple from the kitchen.
"Oh, you're home sweetie."
It was her father, Don Greco, the local power engineer and a well liked person in the rural town. "Yes daddy." She grabbed the shiniest looking apple out of a bowl on their kitchen table.
"I didn't hear you come in. That boy Benji came by looking for you earlier, and I told him you weren't home."
Alessia nodded.
"So, I guess, give him a call? Or maybe not. Actually, don't."
She giggled slightly. "Why not?"
"Don't play the fool with me. You know what boys like him are looking for. And, uh... well, I suppose you're an adult now, so I shouldn't be telling you what to do? Oh, I don't know."
Alessia chuckled softly. "I can handle them."
"Right. Of course you can, you're a smart girl." He scratched his head, beginning to grow uncomfortable with their conversation. If only Alessia still had a mother to handle such talks! "Well, I'm off to bed. See you in the morning."
"I am as well." They tromped up the stairway of their little home to their respective rooms, said their goodnights and shut their doors behind themselves.
She hopped onto her bed and picked up a tablet. Holding it before her, she mentally commanded her Network Chip to put a call through to Benji.
Alessia? A video call, huh?
The sound of people laughing and chatting rang in along with his voice. He was somewhere busy, like a bar or the rec center.
Let me just get somewhere out of the way before I switch my visuals over.
There was some shuffling, and when he next spoke the decreased background noise and cold reverberation on his voice hinted he'd moved to a washroom.
Ooh... Hello, what's up?
"Well, my father said you came by earlier tonight." She felt a little self conscious, having given him a video call, and made sure her tablet was tilted so he wouldn't realize she wasn't wearing anything more than her t-shirt and panties.
Yeah. I was on my way out for a couple drinks with my friends. You're old enough for that now, aren't you? So I thought I'd see if you'd join up.
"Oh." What a grown up thing to ask of her. "Um... thanks."
So do you feel like coming out?
"Ah no... It's late now. I'm about to go to sleep."
Alright Alessia. Now there's a round of shots waiting for me so I'm gonna cut this short. Can I see you tomorrow? Let's have that lemonade.
She'd expected him to ask. What she didn't expect was the impulse to finally grant him the date he'd so persistently seeked. "Um... okay."
There was the briefest pause.
Really? Wow, great! I'll meet you at the rec center at about five, okay?
Alessia was trying to keep herself stonefaced, to seem nonchalant at what she'd just agreed to do. "Sure."
Awesome! See you then. Bye.
She put down her tablet and flopped back against her pillow. Why did she just do that? She clenched her eyes shut in regret, then produced an excited burst of a giggle. Did she really care for a date with Benji? She shook her head. No, not really, but going out on dates was the kind of thing young women did. It was the kind of thing the young woman she'd been staring at in the mirror ought to have started doing. Even if it was just a lemonade. It was time to grow up.
***
The wild islands offshore from Eva Australis had quickly become a boring place to the combined spirits of Eva and the planet. The planet was curious about the other humanoid species that could be found on one of those islands, working the marshes to grow moonberry, but the Eva component of its mind was wary to be near any of them. It wished to avoid an encounter with the original Eva.
The mainlands of Eva Australis and, to the north of that, Lemuria, were inaccessible to her. She could not thrive as she did in the wilds on those two small continents, for they'd been completely terraformed with Earthly biology. She had no power there, and furthermore no sustenance.