Ill Try It Ch 08

** This has a short forcible scene. If that content bothers you, please skip that part but it is relevant to the character. **

I woke up the next morning nervous about how things would feel at work. I was a little excited to go to work as Jaycee. Nobody was going to know I was Jason and in a way that made it easier but also more difficult. Nobody knew me. I was the “new girl” even though I’d worked there for years. I took a long shower and took my time doing my wig and my make-up remembering some of the tips Jayla gave me last night. I was getting better, but I still had to redo a lot of it until it looked right. I secured the wig with extra pins to make sure I didn’t have trouble during the day, but I also brought some make-up, a brush, and more pins in case I needed to fix something.

Back in my room, I thought about what other girls typically wore, and it seemed they wore black leggings about every day. I pulled on fresh underwear and then stretched some leggings up my legs. I twisted and turned in the mirror getting them to sit right on my hips and legs without any wrinkles and I smiled feeling a bit proud of my butt. I wiggled knowing Jason would stare at this thing all day. I slowly worked my bra on getting it fastened and turned it around but then had to adjust the straps to get it to fit so it took me a few times to get it right. I then pulled my work t-shirt over it. The girls often wore it tied off at their stomachs, so it was more form fitting but I wasn’t really in the mood, so I just let it hang.

I finished up with some final looks in the mirror, and then walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast and ran into my mom while she was making coffee.

“Hi Mom!” I said skipping into the room coming towards the refrigerator.

She turned as if surprised but then I could watch her brain reconnecting the dots to know what is going on and why her son looked like this. I could almost watch her brain figuring it out again and come back to the realization of where we are.

“Oh um… hello Jason” She gasped and quickly amended as her brain clicked, “Oh…I mean Ja... Jaycee. I’m so sorry dear. I’m not awake yet.” She said holding her chest looking remorsefully towards the floor. I could see her body all tense about this situation, and I knew while I was adjusting to this, this couldn't be easy for her to just adjust from having a son to having another daughter - even temporarily.

“Oh, mom it’s okay. This is weird for all of us. I’m really sorry for putting you through this.” I said giving her a hug.

Just then Dad and Jayla walked in. Jayla didn’t seem to notice or care how I was still a girl. My dad took a double take. I’m sure Mom and Dad were talking about things all night, but I imagined that seeing me was still a little jarring.

“Good morning, J… Ja... Jaycee.” He said pouring some coffee glancing back and forth from his cup to me.I swear I could almost see his hand shaking just a bit as his brain reset.

“Hi Dad.” I said popping some bread into the toaster doing my best to act like this is a normal morning.

Things felt awkward but I could tell they were all trying. I felt bad doing this to them, but it was an accident. As we ate, I felt more self-conscious, and I ended up finishing a bit faster to head out even if I did want a little more to eat.

“I’ve um… gotta go. I’ll be back later! Love you!” I said grabbing my bag and heading out.

Once outside, I took a deep breath wondering if the whole day was going to feel like this. I climbed in my car and while driving it dawned on me; I’m driving my car - Jason’s car! Nobody would understand that, so I ended up parking a block or so away and walking the rest of the way pretending I took the bus or something.

Walking up to the car wash, it felt like almost any other day. I walked past the weathered and faded ‘Enter’ sign and walked into the front lobby and office area. I felt a pull towards the detail bay where Mark and I normally work through the day shining rims and shampooing carpets, but today, I was the new girl. I had to pretend to not know my way around. I had to pretend to not know anyone other than Mark - my supposed ‘cousin’.

I beat most others there which was very different from Jason’s normal style. I used to just casually stroll in at least 30 minutes late. Barb didn’t appreciate it, but I often did a good enough job she let me slide. Today, I’m miss ‘right on time’.

Walking in, I saw Rae counting cash and setting up the register. She glanced up at me but didn’t say anything because she was still counting, and I didn’t want to interrupt her. She finished and looked up at me and I walked towards her confidently reaching out to shake her hand.

“Hi I’m Jaycee. I’m new h…”

“Yeah yeah… I heard. You’re Mark’s cousin or something?”

She was dismissive and it set me back. I was used to her being really warm, smiling, and caring but now I feel like I’m just annoying her. I lowered my hand and just shrugged it off as she’s having PMS or something. I looked around and Barb wasn’t in yet which was odd.

“Um… do you know what I’m supposed to do?” I asked Rae.

“Getting out of my face is a great start. Go dry some cars or something.” She said without even looking and waving her hand towards me.

I was shocked how rude she was. She never acted like this with Jason. Without saying a word, I headed out to the drying lanes. We were going to open in about 10 minutes. I saw five people out there getting ready putting towels in the containers and organizing the cleaners. It was going to be a warm clear day, so we knew we were going to get a line. As I walked closer, Brewster and Micah took a quick notice of me and turned smiling at me. I knew what kind of guys they were. They were all over every girl for 10 miles around here. Employees, customers, passerby’s, didn’t matter. Brewster was pretty successful, and he got most of the girls he wants. He took out Rae and Zuri his first week here and now they won’t talk to him. He wants to get Hartley who already has a boyfriend, but she won’t touch Brewster with a 10-foot pole.

I saw Hartley getting some towels and then I saw Joe and Byron standing around. Byron constantly showed up to work drunk or high and most of us stayed our distance, but Josiah had been talking to him more and more which is weird because I think he’s said about five words to Jason.

Brewster made his way towards me and met me about 10-feet from everyone else. He took my hand and kissed the back saying, “Well hello there beautiful, I’m Brewster. Who should I thank for bringing you to our carwash family?”

His come on was painfully obvious but it felt very different as the target rather than a distant bystander. Normally I’d roll my eyes and ignore him but now it felt strange and I felt my stomach do a flip and a flop as his eyes pierced into mine. I felt off balance somehow. My legs felt strange and a bit slack. I felt a little flushed and I managed to squeak out, “Hi I’m Jaycee. I’m Mark’s cousin.”

He stood up as if shocked. “Wow, Mark never told me he had such a gorgeous cousin. He’s never mentioned you but if you were my cousin, I’d have a hard time forgetting you. Let me introduce you to my crew here.”

He acted in charge, but I knew better. He was probably the last person Barb would ever promote or make lead, but I went with the story. He wrapped a hand around my shoulder and pulled me tight to him while introducing me to everyone. Just then I saw Barb’s car pull up with Will, her nephew, inside and then Mark pulled in after her just about on time, for him.

I squirmed out of Brewster’s clutches and took a few steps away waving to Mark as he walked towards detailing. He smiled and gave me a low subtle wave back and left. I felt alone without him but there was no reason I should have thought he’d join me on the drying line. Once he and I got promoted to detailing, we never looked back at standing in the hot sun all day.

Hartley scooted towards me and smiled, “Hey there honey. I’m Hartley.” She said with her mild country accent. I smiled and extended my hand, and she shook it. This was so strange because she never gave Jason much attention. She was very pretty but I knew she was pretty religious and had a boyfriend for two years. I always got the impression she was expecting a ring any day.

“Hi there. I’m Jaycee… but… I guess he already said that. Sorry!” I said feeling strangely nervous and I laughed wringing my hands together.

“You’re good sugar. Stay with me. I’ll show you around. So, where you from?”

“Oh um… I’m visiting from California for a few weeks.” Realizing we never really got our stories together about where I’m from.

“Oh, I just love those beaches out there!” She said.

Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw cars starting to pile through. We often got a rush of people stopping in on their way into work.

Hartley tossed me a couple towels and said, “Ever dry cars before?”

“Yeah, I worked at a car wash out in California for a while.”

“Well great! You sound like a pro.” She said just as the first car was making its way to the drying lines.

We went to work, and while I started drying the first car, I made a mental note to update Mark with the stories I was telling everyone. Normally drying a car it is best to work from the top down but I suddenly realized how much shorter I was now. Normally I could just lean and reach at least half the roof of a car and then work my way down but now I can’t even see the roof being a full eight inches shorter. I left the tops for the boys and Hartley, and I started at the windows and worked down the doors and then across the hoods. I couldn’t even reach all the hood like before and it was frustrating feeling like I somehow sucked at doing a job I've done for years.

We all chatted a lot going back and forth from car to car. Some cars I paired up with Hartley and then I’d suddenly find Brewster switching around so he could be next to me trying to chat me up a bit more. I realized how he had a way with the girls. What he said always sounded like a lame pick up line, but he had a charm about him and them way he’d talk to me made me felt special in a way.

After a few hours, Barb stepped out and waved to me, “JAYCEE! Come in for a bit!”

I tossed the wet rag into the bin noticing the prunes on my fingertips and walked in as Barb waved me into her office. She closed the door, and we sat down.

“How are things going so far?” She asked with a big smile still adjusting to who I was.

“You know, not bad but I have to say, people are really different.” I said crossing my legs and looking thoughtfully at the ceiling.

“What do you mean?”

“Well Rae for example, she was always so nice and sweet. She always smiles and seemed happy but today, I don’t know if she’s having PMS or what but…” I finished making cat claws.

Barb just smiled. “Who else?”

I thought and said, “Oh Hartley! She is being SO nice to me! She hardly gave me the time of day before.”

Barb just smiled and leaned in. “Honey, it’s not them. It’s you. You know Rae has a huge crush on Jason, right?” She said finishing with a whisper. “Remember going out with her a few months ago? Remember sleeping together? Remember never calling her back or asking her out again? She felt so stupid she was in my office crying for an hour. I told her to just ignore you, but she can’t.”

I looked at her shocked. I remembered going out and having some fun but we both got pretty drunk and she left before the morning. I tried talking to her a bit, but she pushed me off and I didn’t think she was interested in anything.

“And you know Hartley has a boyfriend. She doesn’t hang out with ANY of the boys here. She doesn’t want people to think she’s cheating.” Barb added.

“But why would we think she’s cheating if she just talks to a guy?”

“Well, you know the gossip around here. It spreads like wildfire, and I’ll admit, women do it a bit more than guys but even guys like to spin tall tales about who they slept with. All it takes is one bad rumor and people think you’re a slut.” She explained very matter-of-factly for me.

I looked down surprised. I always heard rumors floating around and I knew gossip can get around, but I didn’t think it would start from something so innocent.

“You know people are already talking about how long it will take for Brewster to get you into bed.”

I looked up somewhat shocked but also blushed doing my best to hide my smile thinking of his voice and how he felt when he held me earlier.

Barb's eyes adjusted and she gasped a little smiling and giving me a look, “You like him, don’t you?!”

“No… I mean. He’s… he’s you know… different.”

“No honey. He’s acting like he always does. YOU are different. I think you’re seeing things in a whole new way.”

We sat in silence as we processed the strangeness of this situation.

“Well anyway. I think it’s time to get back to work you know. I can’t go easy on the new girl.” She said with a wink. “If you have any other questions honey, just come and talk to me. I can only imagine how this all feels for you. I’m kinda worried for you. Be careful with those boys. They aren’t the same boys you think you know.”

“Thank you Barb…I’ll be okay.” I said giving her a hug feeling a much depeer connection with her.

I left and made my way through the detail bay to see Mark. He was back there with Jensen who was sometimes like our 3rd musketeer. Jensen may just be the nicest guy I had ever met and the three of us would hang out a lot at work and go to lunch but never did much after work. He never seemed to have a date to join us. Mark looked up after finishing a wheel and spun the towel around with a smile. Jensen looked at me but quickly went back to the other wheel.

“Are you slacking off in here Marky?” I said, trying to act like a bratty cousin.

He chuckled, tossing the towel into the bin and grabbed some glass spray.

“Well, it sounds like people like you around here. That’s for sure.” He said while cleaning some windows.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You know, He’s already going on about fucking you. He didn’t say it to me because you’re my... cousin... and he probably doesn’t want to piss me off but … you know … people say things.” Mark said out of earshot of Jenson and motioning towards Brewster out on the drying line.

“Like what?” I said leaning in curiously.

“It’ll take at most three days.” He said with a smile. “Want to place a bet?”

I paused and asked, “Do people think I’m slutty or something?” I felt confused. All I did was talk to him a little and he was the one chasing me around the cars as we dried them.

“No, but we can tell you like him.” He said as he focused more intently on the windows than normal acting like the next employee of the month.

I stared into space a bit confused how even if I do like him, why do people think I’m just going to let him fuck me? I didn’t do anything slutty. I barely talked to him. Maybe I do like him, that doesn’t mean he can just get me whenever he wants like I don't have a say in the matter.

“Well… we’ll see about that.” I said and walked back to the line where I was supposed to be.

I finished out the rest of the day ignoring Brewster as much as I could feeling pissed at everyone for assuming I'll just let any guy fuck me like that. I hung closer to Hartley and barely talked to anyone else.

Then, I started getting texts, from Lucas, and I felt something twisting in my stomach as i read.

“Hey sweet… concert is at 9. Can I pick you up at 7 to get some dinner?” He texted and I could almost hear his deep voice in my head. I wasn't sure why his voice resonated with me so much but I really liked it.

I had almost forgot about the concert. I smiled biting my lip and now I was thinking of having some fun. Brewster was okay but the thought about Lucas with his shaved head and thick muscular body made me feel something. I remembered our kiss and it sent a shiver through me thinking of him more.

“Who’s the hottie?” Hartley asked peeking over my shoulder but not seeing much.

“What? Who? What do you mean?” I said hiding my phone and turning towards her not realizing how flushed my skin was and how hard my nipples were.

“Oh honey, I can tell. Is he your boyfriend?” She said rolling her eyes.

“Oh um. No. Just a guy I met the other day. He wants to take me to a concert tonight.” I said getting back to work as we dried another car hood. She gave me a look that felt like she could read my mind and all I could do was smile.

“And maybe some fun afterwards?” She said with a giggle bouncing her hip into mine making the silver cross around her neck jump a little. I was a surprised to hear Hartley make a reference to sex because she always acted like a religious nun around me. I figured she was still a virgin waiting to get married, but I quickly saw she had a wild side and part of me wondered how much "experience" she actually had.

I giggled, “Well I’m not sure but… you never know. I mean...” I said stumbling over my words as she stared at me.

She leaned in tossing the wet towel over her shoulder, "Honey, I get it. He's hot but it's not like you're going to automatically let him in your pants. Some guys don't get it but some do. The good ones are willing to win your heart. The rest just want to ... you know..." she finished with a wink. She left a hint that she knew the 2nd kind of guy more than I realized which lett me wondering more about who she really was.

I texted Mark to see if he, or rather Marcee, was up for the concert tonight. He replied with a “sure” and we coordinated our dates. Turns out Adam had been already texting Marcee, but he told me he had trouble responding to him while still Mark. I just finished with, “they are picking us up at 7. Be ready.”

“NEW LOAD” Brewster yells as he takes the last towel making my head pop up back to the real world.

When we’re out of towels, someone has to run all the wet towels in to throw them in the washer and then come out with a fresh bucket. This also falls often to the newest person. It was Will’s job forever but then it dawns on me that now I'm the new girl so it's me. I pretend not to know because there is no way the new girl would just know to do that.

“Hey! We some fresh towels!” Micah yelled pointing to me. “That is your job today, Jaycee!”

I pretended to not be sure about what to do when Brewster decided to come save the day and I sighed realizing I set myself up for this.

“Hey there, let me help you with that.” And Brewster picked up the bin of towels making me smile, and everyone’s eyes roll. Hartley gave me a smirk turning away.

We walked in making small talk and I let him guide me to the washroom like I didn't already know. We poured the towels into the washer and started it but as soon as I turned to get a fresh bin of towels, I felt him right behind me putting his hand on my hip.

“Let me help you with that.” He said.

He pushed me against the counter from behind and his right hand snaked around my stomach. His left hand grabbed a handful of my left boob. He kissed my neck and pressed against my butt. I squirmed and tried pushing back to get free, but he kept one foot between my legs and held me against the counter with his whole body.

“Hey! Woah woah… hold it there. Stop it.” I said squirming between him and the hard counter feeling it digging into my hips.I felt as i squirmed I was only playing into what he wanted and I felt disgusted as his hot breath landed on my neck.

“Come on now, let’s have a little fun. Nobody is going to know. I saw how you were looking at me.” He said kissing down my neck.

I was so surprised how much stronger he was. I was weaker like this, but it seemed so easy for him to restrain me against the counter leaving nothing for me to do to stop him. My arms flailed around pulling some towels off the shelf onto the floor as he groped me and then I felt his right hand pushing down my pants snaking inside my panties touching me right there. I tensed and tried my best to close my legs as I felt his finger sliding up and down my bare labia. I was so shocked he’d be this brazen to do this right here at work and without any encouragement or even permission. It infuriated me that he’d do this to any girl which also made me realize this probably wasn't the first time he tried this kind of stuff.