Chapter 16: Wet DreamThings got a little weird after we ate. The food itself pissed me off. I hadn’t really paid attention at the drive-through window, fog ily on being the most ving dy I could possibly be. Now I was finding out that K, damo hell, had bought ‘healthy’ food for me. God damn those healthy-eating initiatives! I wanted a burger and fries, not some fug sad.

  Once I’d calmed down, K coerced me bato dy-practice mode. She insisted I slip the waist-cher, heels and wig ba, though she didn’t seem to mind the jogging pants and t-shirt. Thing is, even dressed-down like that I still looked like a flirty coed, back from a game of Ultimate Frisbee or something. K taught me how to the makeup off my face, apparently a very important ritual for young women ed with keeping their skihy and smooth.

  It was still weird, looking at myself in the mirror and seeing dy, though I didn’t feel quite as sick to the stomaymore. The ck of heavy makeup made a huge differenbsp; My features lost their softness, returning to familiar rough edges, and I was almost disappoio see my eyes fade back to their normal green. The diy between fad body, though, really freaked me out. Those curves just looked way too real.

  Halfway through dinner my throat tingled and my voice broke, simir to passing through a sed puberty. Fifteen mier I sounded like a man again. For the first few minutes my own voice sourao my ears, which was a little discerting. It was getting te and exhaustion was catg up to me, but K wasn’t quite do. She insisted we squeeze in another hour of training before bed. In a repeat of the time spent at the safe house, K had me prang bad forth across the room, this time in a pair of pumps with slightly higher heels. I was so tired I was starting to feel hazy again. I couldn’t even muster up a defence against her drill-sergeant ways and numbly did as she asked. She had me incorporatiures into my walk, and I held my wrist just a little limper than normal, or bit my lower lip with uainty, or toyed with my hair . . . she directed and I acted.

  The whole thing got pretty damn b pretty damn fast. I actually found drifting into a hazy autopilot myself and thinking about Tim. Poor little shit. He seemed like a niough kid. dy wasn’t the girl for him. I checked the time and saw that he’d be finishing his shift in another fifteen minutes. Ten to one he was secretly hoping dy would ge her mind and sneak away from Auntie and grab a drink with him. Maybe that wasn’t the only thing he was hoping to grab tonight. I wondered if he’d go home and jerk off thinking about me. For a moment that seemed kind of funny; then it seemed kind of sick.

  Eventually K relented and it was time for bed. I was almost ready to fall over, and it wasn’t because of the heels. When I went to strip that damned cher off K stopped me. “Training,” she said. “Your body keep practig as you sleep, even if your mind ot.” Then she handed me something flimsy and pink. “Ahis to bed, please.”

  I clutched the gauzy fabri my hand. “You’ve got to be fug kidding me, K,” I grumbled, and as always she wasn’t. Personally, I like to sleep naked. I usually do. It’s different firls, apparently. They sure as hell have more to choose from when it es to nightwear. K had just made my first choice.

  dy, it seemed, liked to be a little naughty. That’s what I would call the stretch ce babydoll (and matg panty, for fuck’s sake) K handed me. The underwire shoved those tits back up in my fad the hem didn’t even clear my ass--and the short slit that went up to my waist showed off even more. The fabric g to me in a distressingly silky way. Not only did I feel totally fug gay wearing that damhing--I somehow felt more han if I hadn’t worn a thing. K’s pin, long t-shirt seemed almost matronly (and far more fortable) in parison.

  I was too tired to be horny, even at the sight of a partly-naked K. My bits made a noticeable but reasonable bulge in those skimpy panties. With a sigh of relief I crawled uhe covers, only mildly put off by the weirdly slick feeling of my shaved, lingerie-cd body slidiween those stiff, starched sheets. Fuck it. I just wanted sleep. That goddam underwire better not jab me during the night.

  K turned off the lights. “Goodnight, dy.”

  “Goodnight, Auntie.”

  Sweet dreams, right?

  The lights had been off for all of five minutes before we heard the urgent, quiet knock at the door. I had been drifting in that heavy-limbed zoween wakefulness and deep sleep; with a jerk I snapped fully awake. I heard K drop quietly to the floor between our beds. There was the very faint click of a safety being disengaged.

  “dy?” The whispered voice sounded familiar. Tim?

  I gnced back at K. “It’s the boy from the office,” I said in a low voice.

  She gestured for me to move forward. Her silhouette faded into the shadows.

  I padded over to the door. I only hesitated a moment before crag it open. “Tim?” I whispered in a low, hoarse voice.

  “dy?” Damn, but I didn’t sound much like the girl from before. I opehe door a little further. Any doubt he had was dispelled at the sight of me. He couldn’t see me well, standing as I was mostly in darkness, but the flutter of the babydoll around my bared legs was enough. I kept one hand over my crotch, though. Nothing ruins a teenage boy’s wet dream like the sight of an unseemly bulge in a girl’s panties, yeah? Fortuhe darkened room kept my face mostly obscured.

  Bless the little punk, but he finally ma his eyes away from the sight of those massive jugs resting half-uncovered in their cy pink cups. “Tim,” I whispered, “I told you I ’t. . . .”

  “It’s not that,” he interrupted me, his voice full enbsp; “There’re some cops or something asking questions about you!”

  That certainly caught my attention. Standing behind that door naked but for a pair of fake tits and a flimsy scrap of semi-transparent nylon, I suddenly felt horribly vulnerable. Fubsp; Fuck!

  “They came in just after my shift. I didn’t see it but they were fshing a picture and badges around and asking about anyone who’d booked in tonight. The te night guy checked the records and told them you were in room 4.” Still standing outside, he go the side. “They’re in there right now.” His eyes found mine, and I was stunned by the genuine I saw in there. “Listen, dy . . . I don’t know what’s going on. I think you’re in some kind of trouble. And I probably shouldn’t get involved.”

  No, you shouldn’t, you stupid little punk. You’ll just get yourself killed.

  Tim smiled bashfully, his eyes fshing in the pale light of the outside mps. “But I also think you’re one of the most amazing girls I’ve ever met,” he said. “And whatever’s going on, I wao let you know that.” He go the side again. “Uh oh. I think they’re almost done over there. I better get the hell out of here.” And then, with a final sweet smile, Tim said, “good luck,” and took off.

  I closed and locked the door behind him. Shit.

  A moment ter K leapt into a. “Get away from the door,” she hissed, grabbing a small suitcase from the floor. “Say ‘ah.’” It didn’t occur to me protest as she shoved that fug rod down my throat again. I was feeling out of it from that ‘most amazing girl I’ve ever met’ ent. Everythi cold and numb again. K then ushered me into the bathroom. “We do not have much time,” she said, starting the shower. The hiss of falling water filled the room. “Get undressed.”

  My throat all bunged up with that crazy spray, I couldn’t argue or ask what the hell was going on. I quickly stripped. To my surprise, she stripped down to her bra and panties. “Ohey find you missing, they will begin a systematic search of every room iel,” she said. “We’re going to give them dy. This is it, Mr Saunders. You’ve do twiow. This is your final test.”

  She shoved me into the shower.