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🕑 Added 2024-08-08 07:41:05 +0000 UTC
Pete’s Vagina
Chapter 54
by Erin Halfelven
As soon as we got out of there, before we reached Lee’s van, I punched him in the upper arm. Maybe a bit harder than I had intended.
He staggered in a half circle. “Ow,” he said, rubbing the spot.
“Don’t ever spring a surprise like that on me again!“ I said, trying to be stern. The expression on Lee’s face made that hard. He looked startled and a bit guilty, like when I caught Wug chewing on some mail one day. And it wasn’t our mail!
“S-sorry,” he stammered. “Mom told me not to warn you. I thought it was kind of chickenshit, and I really wanted to say something.”
I rolled my eyes at him, but I knew for a fact that Mrs. Frick could be very persuasive. It was hard to resist her plans.
Lee opened the passenger door of his van for me and asked. “How mad are you?”
I held my hand up, thumb and index about an inch apart. Then when I saw him start to grin, I widened the gap.
He laughed as I climbed into the seat, and he stood there for a moment, grinning at me like a goof, before closing the door and starting around to the driver’s side.
I debated whether I should lean over and lock the door before he reached it, but he already had his keys in his hand, so I concentrated on not grinning myself and wondering if I really was as mad at him as I had every right to be.
He clambered into his seat with only a little awkwardness because of his leg.
I guess I may have looked concerned, because he paused in the ritual of starting the van to look at me and smile. “I’m all right,” he said. “Though, you know, you don’t hit like a girl.”
‘I hope not!” I said, my eyes getting a bit wide.
He rubbed the injury, still smiling. “That punch came from your hips, not your shoulder.”
He started the engine while I worked at not blushing… and failed.
“The only other person I’ve seen you punch like that is Jake,” he commented, putting the van in gear to pull through the circular drive back out on the street.
I blinked… because he was right. I did sometimes punch Jake in the shoulder, when he was being obtuse or thoughtless. Usually, hard enough to make him say, “Ow,” too. Why did thinking about that make me want to giggle?
Lee looked both ways before pulling out, then turned left to work his way out of the maze of country club streets around the golf course and lake, back toward the highway. He looked over at me when he finished the turn and said, “I thought maybe you were announcing that you wanted me for your boyfriend now.”
I frowned at him. “Next time, I’ll punch you in the ear!” I warned.
He laughed.
“I’m serious,” I said. “Punching people is not communication. That’s not how it works.”
He looked away, watching the road, but I could see the corner of his grin. “It isn’t?” he asked, as innocent as a four-year-old with a chocolate milk mustache.
“No, it’s not,” I insisted.
“You stopped punching Jake when you started dating Megan,” he pointed out.
I swallowed a gasp and started watching the road myself. Had everyone known Megan and I were dating? Well, I guess so. We hadn’t tried to hide it. Did everyone think we were lesbians now?
Wait….
“You didn’t punch Megan in the arm, did you?” Lee asked, as if it were a totally natural question.
“Well, no,” I admitted. “Uh, she punched me.” Well, she had, once or twice over the last few months. But not in the last two weeks….
“But you two aren’t together anymore?”
“No,” I said, my voice feeling small.
Lee reached across the center console and took my hand in his. He squeezed gently, and I guess I squeezed back. “And now, you’ve punched me. Tag, I’m it.”
I looked at him through my eyelashes. “You’re a big goof,” I announced.
“But, apparently,” he said with a goofy grin, “I’m your goof, if you want me to be.”
“It’s only one date to go to the movies,” I protested. Oh, shit, it was a date, wasn’t it?
“For now,” said Lee. “It’s enough for now.”
“Better be,” I muttered. “Or you will be getting one upside your ear.”
He laughed out loud, and I felt him squeeze my hand.
I squeezed back just to keep from giggling. “You’re supposed to be shy!” I complained.
“That? Oh, that’s just an act,” he said.
I wanted to punch him again, but he was driving.
*
We meandered off the highland around the artificial lake down to the highway, and Lee surprised me by turning left.
“Where the heck are we going?” I asked after grabbing the handhold above the window when the van leaned in the opposite direction to the one I expected. “The drive-in is north of town.”
“We’d be way too early. The feature doesn’t start until after sundown,” he pointed out. “And Mom gave us a gift certificate to The Roosevelt.”
“Holy shit,” I said, caught by surprise. The Roosevelt Inn was a fancy boutique hotel and restaurant built as a lodge for some president, I forget which one. It was above another man-made lake named after the same guy, and I had almost driven out to it just this morning, U-turning around right at the crossroad while I was wasting time trying to think. Lost cause.
“They have better things on the menu,” Lee said, proving my point.
“Huh?” I almost yelped. “Wait, wait! That’s a fancy place, and I’m just wearing denim jeans!”
Lee laughed. “You wanna go home and change first? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a skirt.”
“You haven’t!” I assured him.
“Eighth-grade graduation?” he suggested. “All the girls wore their prettiest dresses then.”
“Not me,” I informed him— but inwardly I wondered. Everyone seemed to have memories of me as a girl. And I couldn’t be sure anymore. What happened to reality? I think I missed my stop.
“But don’t worry,” Lee said. “It’s an old hunting lodge. They don’t expect people to be dressed up.”
“Oh,” I said. I looked out the windows as we climbed out of Star Valley, with its sort of open forest scattered amid stretches of desert scrub and pastures. The road to Roosevelt Lake was more heavily wooded, and the sweet scent of sugar pine and spicy juniper came in through the vents.
Not much traffic on a mid-afternoon Sunday, so we reached the turnoff to the hotel parking lot before I had even tried to reconcile my feelings about Lee taking me to an expensive dinner… even if it was on his mother’s dime.
Lee ignored the valet offering to park the van and drove directly to the handicapped spaces in front of the restaurant. He pulled into a spot and turned off the engine, but before getting out, he faced me. “I’m sorry about piling another surprise on you like this. I should have asked….” He sort of trailed off, looking embarrassed.
I patted his wrist. “It’s okay. Believe me, I’ve had much worse surprises.” I even laughed.
Reassured, Lee got out and started round the van, but one of the hotel people was already opening my door and offering to help me down. “Thank you,” I told the valet, who gave me a beaming, if slightly fatuous smile.
“Welcome to the Roosevelt, miss,” he enthused before handing my fingers off to Lee, coming around the front of the van.
I have no idea what expression I was showing, but Lee laughed when I glanced a bit suspiciously at the valet’s back.
The massive timbers of the hotel and restaurant loomed above us and coarse cinder paving crunched under our feet when we advanced toward the entrance. “I’m kind of glad I am wearing sneakers,” I commented.
Lee laughed again. “I guess I’ve never seen you in high heels, either?”
“Uh, no,” I agreed, though I had been thinking about trying to walk across that stuff in football shoes. You’d get the sizable chunks stuck in your cleats.
The October afternoon had turned a bit cool, and the warmth coming out of the restaurant’s huge open doors felt pleasant, besides carrying the smells of charred meat, roasted potatoes and wine. We wouldn’t be having any of the last since we were both only eighteen, but it did add to the richness of the aroma.
“I’ve never eaten here,” I remarked to Lee while we waited at the reservations desk. Somehow, we were still holding hands.
“I don’t eat here a lot,” Lee admitted. “But it’s kind of where Mom takes out-of-town visitors for a bit of swank.”
God help me, I don’t know why I giggled at that. I know Lee saw me blushing because he grinned.
A greeter came to lead us to a small two-person table almost directly under a set of elk antlers mounted on the wall. Then Lee moved quickly to hold my chair while I sat, possibly frustrating the greeter, who looked disappointed at having missed the opportunity.
I wondered what that was about as Lee took his own seat and beamed at me. I suppressed another invitation to giggle at the odd interchange. At least we’re not holding hands anymore.
Then I looked up and saw Lee, his blond hair shining in a stray beam of sunlight, contrasting with the deep browns and blacks of wood and hunting gear displayed on the wall behind him. Had he always been so handsome?
Comments
Erin Halfelven at BigCloset
love the interest this chapter has stirred up :) time for some switch backs and whoop ti doos :)
lisa charlenne
i agree if ms frick doesnt end up breaking them up by her behavior since lee wont stand up for himself or gayle
Dallas Eden
Yeah, the question here is whether she sees Petey as a stepping stone for her own career, or does she see Petey as a means to springboard her son into politics, or perhaps a s a future daughter-in-law with her own future in politics? Obviously she sees some advantage in the fact that Petey, or Gaylen, has significant notoriety as a girl and a star player on the football team. Especially if the team makes it to a state championship, or if Petey gets a scholarship to a major college to play football. There are still significant questions here though - what happens with Jake, what happens with Megan, and how does Megan’s mother and grandmother remember Petey? Does Megan still remember that Pete was a male? Does Jake? Does Megan’s mother or grandmother remember? Has the magic wiped out all memory of Pete as a boy? How long will Petey remember being a boy? Or will Gaylen simply slip into the whole new history of always being a girl?
Samantha Herat
I think Gayle is falling in love with Lee
lisa charlenne
Mrs. Frick has an agenda thats obvious but whats her end game only time will tell
Julia Miller
Gayle knows that she has stepped into an alternate reality where she’s a girl. But her reality is true. She may have been a boy two weeks ago, but that’s no longer the case. And there is nothing she can do but to accept her new reality. Pete is gone, and Gayle has to accept that. This story has taken place in only two weeks, but for Gayle, things have progressed blindingly fast. Her world has been turned upside down and there is nothing else she can do.
The Goddess
Interesting chapter Definitely sounds like Mrs. Frick is trying to soften Gaylen up Reality is catching up with Gaylen
D. Karch
Like everyone is saying, very interesting chapter in this little saga of Pete's life. Although I really like the name Gayle or Gaylen for her.
Melanie Brown
Well, that’s an interesting development…
Tenacious
Nice looking chapter cover. They are evolving girly as the story unfolds
Tenacious
Yeah, Gayle/Pete is accepting this reality in a less awkward way than before, now that is more or less settled that she has been always a girl.
Rachael_P
Awww! Nice.
lisa charlenne
things are changing in Gayle's world id still be angry with what happened but looks she's moving forward
