I Bump Back Part One by: Enemyoffun Misty Curtis' punishment is almost at an end and her life might finally go back to normal, that is if Fate doesn't interfere.

Oh yeah, almost forgot. It might be wise to read For The Fairest and My Dearest Daughter before reading this to get to know who Mike is and to read Season of the Witch to learn a little bit about Misty :) ~Enemyoffun.

The hot water flowed around my body, hitting every part of it and sending tingling jolts through my limbs. It danced off my skin in a way that as a guy it never would have. It was strange really. I’d probably taken a thousand showers in my lifetime, maybe more, but something about taking one now was a completely new experience. If there was one thing about this I was going to miss it was this feeling. The intense, overwhelming sensitivity of my skin, especially in the water. It was one of the few perks about this body I enjoyed. It was definitely one I was never going to feel again. Well unless I thought about using moisturizing body lotion and possibly shaving off all my body hair. I couldn’t help but laugh at that image. Me---Mike Curtis---hairless and as smooth as a baby’s ass.

No, this was going to be the last time I was going to feel like this.

I might as well savor it.

I didn’t bother counting away the minutes. Instead I closed my eyes and let the water wash over me. It took me a long time to savor all of this. If I had known months ago that I might actually enjoy some of this girl stuff now, I might have actually been better off. As it was though, things didn’t really work out. To say that I was a saint as a guy would be like saying the Bills were the best football team in the NFL. Looking back on it all I can see how much of an ass I really was, but there was something about it all that I completely blanked out. It was like watching a movie of your life but not being able to interact with it in the least. I knew it was wrong but I just couldn’t stop myself.

Stopping my revelry, I finally shut off the water. I forced myself to open my eyes and sighed. How many hours was it now. I peered around the corner. There was a clock on the far side of the locker room. I pulled the wet hair from my eyes and sighed. Less than fourteen hours now. In thirteen hours and twenty minutes to be precise, this new life of mine would be over and Mike’s life would be back. There was a small part of me that was thrilled but the rest of me couldn’t help but wonder if everything would go back to way it was. In the last few months, I’d really started to enjoy this new life. First, it was making friends with Kelly then it was the volleyball team. From there I managed to work my way into softball and track. I was once a boy who thought only of football and now I could consider myself a well-rounded athlete. I was afraid to give that up.

Gasping, I couldn’t help but be afraid that I was afraid. And I should be. I was a horrible person before and this was the punishing justice I deserved. It was the perfect poetic justice for all the pain and suffering Mike Curtis brought to the world. Mike was a plague and Misty, the well needed cure. I’m a different person now, a better person now. I had good friends, a good family and a life worth living. Mike had no one. I’m not sure if I could even go back to it. It was strange though. After the change happened, all I wanted was to be the man I’d been before. It was kind of amazing what five months could do to a girl.
 
 
6 Months Ago (October 2011)

“Mike, you’re hurting me”

It made me want a drink.
 
 
Present

I don’t drink anymore. I hate the way it makes me feel. I hated the way it made me feel back then too. Drinking only led to problems. It was drinking that ultimately led me to my current problem. I sighed heavily, pulling the towel around my body the girl way as I walked to my locker. Ok, not my locker, but the one currently assigned to me. It was an away game so it was one of the visiting team lockers. I’d seen a lot of locker rooms in my day. The biggest surprise I think was the smell. Just like the girls room, this one didn’t smell like BO and piss.

Thankfully, I was the only one in the locker room now. All the other girls were showered and on the bus. They were most likely on their way back to Ravencrest by now. I tried not to shower and change with them. Seeing them all in their underwear, soaking wet and giggling, it brought back too many painful memories. I told my fellow teammates it was a health reason. Most of them were pretty cool with it. I’m just glad none of them were previous conquests. I’m not sure how I would have been able to deal with that. It was bad enough that I was having a hard time dealing with my only intimate bits but thinking about the bits of my new friends, it was quite unsettling.

Not that I did much thinking about that stuff anyway. It would seem that this new body of mine was all woman, one hundred percent in every way. Not that there was anything wrong with girls liking girls, I had a few new friends who were lesbians actually. It was just that I wasn’t one of them. I felt that way about a lot of girl things actually. Sure, I looked like one and walked like one, could even talk like one if I wanted but I felt like a fraud. I wasn’t really a girl. I was a paper doll that someone assembled. Sure, I was a realistic looking doll but I was a doll nonetheless.

I was one with an expiration date too.

Sighing I opened my “locker”, finding my clothes waiting inside for me. I paused for a moment as I reached for my bra, amused at the irony of it all. If someone were to tell me---Mike Curtis---that I’d be wearing a bra instead of taking them off, I would have punched them in the face. It was kind of funny how the world worked. It was strange how things seemed to change too. I was so angry back then, so violent and brutish. I didn’t care about anyone or anything. All I wanted to do was hit things, make people cry and hope whatever pain I had would go away. I used to kid myself and say it was for Mom. That every time I punched someone’s face in it was really the bastard who killed her. That every time I made someone feel bad it was to make me feel better because I was there and I was just too weak to stop it. Weakness pissed me off for the longest time. If you were weak, you were worthless and the worthless didn’t belong in the world.

The strangest part was that I was the weakest one of them all.
 
 
At the Bar

There were more than the fair share of bars in town so I had the pick of the litter. I generally avoided the busier establishments, especially Marvin’s---it was the bar my father frequented quite often. I gravitated more toward Marco Polo’s. It was a typical college hang out and being tall for my age, I looked old enough to get through the door. They didn’t tend to card me either. Being the Sheriff’s son had some perks after all. I’d only ever been stopped once and when the bouncer tried to throw me out, I quickly educated him on my relations. Dad had a certain reputation in town. He was known for two things: being a ruthless drunk off the job and a real hard ass on it. It always amazed me how he kept getting reelected year after year.

She started to laugh and as she did, I could swear her eyes glowered a strange copper color. After that, everything was a blur though so I might have just imagined it. The room seemed to sway around me. I felt rough hands grab me from behind, lifting me from the chair then everything went black.
 
 
Present Again

My cell rang as I was leaving Brendsen High.

I was halfway to the parking lot when my back pocket started to vibrate. Cursing, I had to stop to pry it from the tight fabric. I’d been a girl for nearly six months now and I was never going to get used to jeans this tight. Sure, I used to love looking at them but it was entirely different wearing them. Lots of things were different of course and out of all of them, the clothes were the easiest to get used too believe it or not. Some of it was actually quite comfortable.

I managed to get the phone free and catch it on the last ring.

“Where the hell are you?”

Crap, Dad. It was kind of funny really. Back when I was Mike, Dad never gave two shits about where I was or what I was doing. Now that I was his daughter though, it was like the world had completely rewritten itself. Where once my father was a broken, violent alcoholic, he was now a caring, very sober pillar of the community. So I suppose that you could say two lives were changed forever that fateful night. Not that it mattered much though. Besides the two of us and people’s perceptions of us, everything else was pretty much the same. I guess that’s how these things worked. I still didn’t understand half of it of course, only that magic was somehow involved. Months ago, I would have laughed at such a thing but it was hard to laugh at it when it stared at me every morning in the mirror.

“Dad, I’m on my way to my car right now,” I said, sighing.

Single fathers of teenage daughters apparently had some built-in overprotective nature. It was kind of weird though. It was definitely a side of my father I never thought I’d see.

“You have any idea what time it is?”

I looked at the clock on my phone. “Its nine o’clock Dad. I’m only a few miles from home. I’ll be there in like an hour.”

“Nine o’clock in Brendsen is fine but after nine in Ravencrest is a different story altogether, young lady.”

There was definite truth in that statement. Everyone knows it’s not wise to be out after dark in Ravencrest. I knew it and I was a bad ass or at least thought I was. Now I knew the scary truth about the world we live in---I knew that there were things out there that couldn’t be explained. Scary things hiding in the dark places. My father knew too even if he played ignorant about them. It was hard to be Sheriff of a town like ours and not know there was something else out there than purse snatchers and J Walkers. I made a promise to him though. I told him that I would never let any of that stuff know I knew and in return, I would make sure to keep my nose out of trouble.

“I’m almost at my car now Dad” I said, pulling the keys from my pocket.

“Just head straight home as soon as possible, sweetheart”

“Yes Dad”

I clicked off the phone. It was strange to hear him call me “sweetheart” and the like. I know for him it was natural but for me it was still a little freaky. It should have felt natural, I was supposed to pretend it was natural but it felt fake too. Sure this was my life or rather it was the life that I would have led if I’d been born Melanie Curtis but it was still too weird for me. It might have been better if my memories of my old life were completely wiped out but of course, there was no way I could learn from this. I was being punished after all. I needed my old memories so I could feel the pain of being a big badass man and turning into a frail little girl.

That’s what I thought months ago anyway. I was frail and weak. I was tormented by the idea of going from All Star Football player to All Star…well I’m not sure I want to finish that sentence. Suffice to say I was meant to spend a lot of time on my knees. It’s amazing how a few months change things though. My life was completely different from how it started; my punishment was completely different from how it started too. I’m not sure how that happened actually but I’m not complaining. Maybe it was all a part of the punishment process or maybe there were other factors at work here. Whatever the reason, I was proud to know there was a different side of me. This was an eye opening experience I was never going to forget.

Sighing heavily, I returned my phone to my back pocket and made my way to my car. If there was one thing I didn’t like about all this it was the little red Prius I now drove. Before I had a Camaro. I loved that car. I put all my sweat and blood into that car. I used to spend hours in the garage working on it. It was the one truly good thing about my former life that I really loved and enjoyed. When the change happened and the punishment began, of course the Camaro had to be one of the things to go. Sure, I have grown to love my little Prius but I would give anything to have that Camaro back.

I pushed the button to unlock the trunk. I tossed my gym bag inside, slamming it quickly before using another button to unlock the door. I climbed in quickly, making sure the mirror and seat were adjusted. That was another thing I definitely missed. As Mike, I was six foot three. I never really knew how much of a treat that was until I lost it. I was five nine now which isn’t short for a girl but when you were six three before it’s quite a different. Sure, I could make myself taller with heels and things but it felt artificial somehow.

As I was starting my car, the damn cell buzzed again.

Son of a bitch. I cursed, shutting off the engine. I pulled the phone out of my back pocket, checking the caller ID. There was no number. I threw it on the dash but it wouldn’t stop buzzing. Fed up, I snatched it up and clicked it on.

“Seriously Dad!”

“I’m touched Michael” said a voice, a familiar voice.

“You!” I said, not bothering to mask my anger.

“Is that anyway to greet an old friend.”

“Funny, I don’t remember us ever being friends.”

She scoffed. “I was just being pleasant. I told you I’d be in contact with you again when your punishment was up, didn’t I?”

Yes she did. I knew this was coming. I’d been counting the days. Over the last week or so, I’d been kind of dreading it though.

“So how does this work exactly?” I asked, hoping it was quick and painless. “You snap your fingers and poof It’s a boy?”

She laughed. “Nothing ever comes that simple, Michael”

Her laugh didn’t come from the phone though. Confused I looked into the rear view mirror and sure enough, she was sitting in my back seat now. I nearly jumped at her appearance. She was dressed just like the first night we met. Unlike that first night though, I felt nothing for her. Sure she was still gorgeous but she didn’t send my blood pumping anymore. That was one of the only things I was going to welcome once I was back to being Mike. I hated not being attracted to girls. Sure, now that I’d walked a mile, in their shoes, things were going to be different but I just wanted the chance to be able to kiss one again and feel something when doing it.

“So how does this work exactly?”

“Drive” she said and suddenly she was in the passenger seat.

I jumped. Holy shit. How in the hell was she doing this shit?

“That’s not your concern. Your only concern is to prove to me that you’re not the same self centered pig as before. Do that and this whole experience will be like a bad dream.”

I nodded and started the car. She never told me where to drive to but it didn’t matter. I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Once on the main highway, things fell into silence. I kept looking at her out of the corner of my eye. It was strange that I didn’t feel anything for her anymore. Before there was something overly mysterious about her but now she just looked like any other girl. Sure she was gorgeous like I said. Her makeup was flawless, her hair was killer and how she managed to walk around in those heels was beyond me. I’d kill to look that good in that outfit too. I was a bit jealous that she was so put together actually.

She’s a Monster.

I shook my head. She was a monster though. She was a thing, a beast.

Kill the Monster.

I did want to kill her. I’d been wanting to kill her ever since she cursed me. A small part of me wanted to find the nearest bridge and drive the car off of it actually. I knew that was just crazy talk though. I would accomplish nothing by trying to kill myself too. I wanted this whole thing to be over with but I didn’t want to die to end it.

“Pull into that motel over there” she said, pointing to a small motel coming up on our left.

I did as I was told. I found a spot near the back of the lot. I’m not sure what we were doing here but I wanted to make sure we were as far away from people as possible.

“C’mon let’s get a room.”

Shit, this was getting out of hand.

“My father is expecting me.”

“He’s asleep now. You’ll be home before he wakes up. He’ll never know the difference. Now c’mon we’re getting a room.”

I did as she asked. We left the car and together we went to the little office. There was a burly looking guy at the counter. He gave both of us the once over. We must have made the striking pair. Her dressed like a slut and me looking like I just stepped out of the slob room. I could only imagine what he must have thought. It didn’t help matters that Alexis wrapped her arm around my waist, pulling me into her.

“We need a room.”

Almost as if in a trance, the guy handed her a key.

Alexis took it with a smile. She blew him a kiss then half led, half pulled me toward the door. As soon as she got outside, she left go of my waist. It was back to business with her now.

“What are we doing here?”

“We need lots of privacy,” she said, leading me to one of the rooms.

I looked at the door---number 6. She opened it with the key, pushing the door open; then ushered me inside. I didn’t waste any time, rushing into the room. It was a dingy little place with a bed and a dresser. It didn’t smell all that great either. Clearly, they didn’t know what a maid was. Alexis turned and locked the door behind us then quickly closed the curtains.

She turned to me. “Strip and get on the bed.”

“Wait what?”

She rolled her eyes. “You want to remain that way for the rest of your life?”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t move to take off my clothes either. She stared at me for a second then a small smile crept across her lips.

Her eyes widened slightly and she sighed. “What is it with Ravencrest? Do they put something in the water?”

I had no idea what she was talking about.

“You want to stay this way don’t you?”

I bit my lip and she laughed. Then she wagged her finger.

“Sorry sweetie, it’s a one way street. You don’t get to decide your Fate. Hell I don’t even get to decide that. It’s not my department. I’m the Punisher. I only have one job here. If Fate wanted you to stay a girl then it would intervene to keep you that way. Now strip and spread them, we need to get hot and heavy for this to work.”

Shit.

I slowly pulled off my shirt and started to unbutton my pants.

Alexis stepped out of her slinky little black dress. “Don’t look so sad sweetie; this is going to be fun.”

She took a step toward me and an arrow went through the window and right through her back. The head emerged from her chest, just below her breasts. It stopped her in mid-stride, a look of total surprise spread across her face before she dropped lifeless to the floor. Me, all I could do was stand there in shock and stare at the body of the girl who was supposed to make my life normal again.

What was it she said about Fate now?
 
 
To Be Continued...

Thanks in advance...~Enemyoffun.