Cool Blue - Fiction (Long) (579 hits)
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Submitted by Ess2s2 (View user info) at 2005-12-14 07:02:05 EST
"Laura? You home babe?" Chris mounted the stairs leading to the second floor and flipped on the lightswitch for the upstairs hall. "Laura?"
Silence greeted him as he topped the plush carpeted steps and turned towards the master bedroom. He was getting another dizzy spell and wanted to find his wife before he fucking passed out. Chris hated getting these dizzy spells, since they had started no more than a month ago, chris had passed out a total of five times, once while he was in an elevator at work. He had woken up in the makeshift infirmery that his corporation had tacked together in compliance of the newest safety regs. No one mentioned how he had gotten there, and he had simply forgotten to ask. Chris assumed someone had dragged him to the converted broomcloset and hoisted him onto the army surplus cot. It was good enough for him.
Chris pushed open the door to the master bedroom and was only mildly surprised to find no one there. As he loosened his tie, he flung his jacket on the bed spread and noticed it was unmade. "Hmmm, Laura must have been in a hurry when she left today." Chris thought absently as he crossed the room and pulled a bathtowel out of the cupboard.
*
"Oh Laurie! What did you do to your hair?" The slightly pudgy dark haired lass was shrieking as she swooped in for a hug, a wet smile beaming from her face.
"Do you like it?"
"Oh, I love it! But it's so short, almost butch, girl." Heather was still clutching Laura and grinning. "I haven't seen you in so long!" Heather sighed. Laura broke contact and lead the way down the crowded street.
"I know, it's been a while, but I've been so busy with this marriage."
"How's it going?" Heather gushed, she seemed to be enamored with her friend. Laura smiled, she hadn't gotten this kind of attention in a while.
"Things are good, Chris has been getting dizzy spells lately, so he's spending a little more time at home with me." Laura said as she and Heather turned into a small trendy bistro.
*
Chris stepped gingerly out of the shower and wrapped the towel around himself. His dizzy spell had run itself out in the hot water and he felt great. He padded into the bedroom and picked up the phone, hoping to see a call from Laura in the call log. As he scrolled through the new numbers, he rubbed absently at his shoulder, something had bruised him there and he couldn't recall what it had been, then he remembered his little spell in the elevator and tossed the handset beside him.
*
"I was so surprised when you quit your job to be at home all the time for Chris." Heather mumbled around her club sandwich.
"I know, but I wanted to make sure that things were being held down at the fort, and Chris was making more than enough money. Of course, since he's been taking time off of work, I might have to start working again."
Suddenly, a young man approached the table where Heather and Laura sat. He wore a strange look on his face, like he had seen a ghost.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you, but, um, do I know you ma'am?" Laura smiled faintly as he spoke and shot a glance at Heather.
"No, I'm sorry, but I don't think you do."
"Ah, I guess not, you just look like... " the man shrunk back a step, as if embarrassed. "Um, I guess not. Sory to bother you." He wheeled around and returned to his own table, chancing a backward glance.
"That was weird, wasn't it?" Heather quietly giggled. Not noticing Laura's distant stare.
"Yeah, um, I gotta go, if I'm gone when Chris gets home, there'll be hell to pay."
*
Chris thought for a minute before picking the phone reciever back up. As he dialled his wife's cell phone number, he mused on what innocent errands would be keeping her out so late. He heard the dialtone and the halted, jerky voice of an automated recording announcing Laura's voicemail. It was just like her not to personalize her message.
"Hey babe, just thought I'd call and let you know I'm home. Wondering when you'll be home. Give me a call if you get this or I'll just see you later. Love ya." Chris hung up the phone and went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Before he made it all the way to the mirror, a dizzy spell blindsided him and he fell to the floor, passed out.
*
Laura had to restrain herslf from running out of the bistro and down the street. She couldn't believe that someone had recognized her, it was the one thing she couldn't afford. If Chris found out, well, there would be hell to pay. Laura trotted into the parking garage and rode the elevator up to the second level. The early afternoon sun shone through the glass sides of the elevator and gleamed off of cars parked in the street. Laura approached her car and dug the keyfob out of her purse.
*
When Chris woke up, the house was dark, he was lying on his bed and he was wearing slacks. He swung his legs out of bed and shuffled blearily into the bathroom. Laura's perfume hung in the air with the humidity from a recent shower. Chris's mind did a little jog as he trotted back into the bedroom and picked up the housephone. The small green display showed one new call. Chris cursed his dizzy spells as he scrolled through the phone options and finally looked at the incoming number.
"Shit." Chris looked down at the words "Laura Cel" followed by her number. He set the phone back in the cradle with a heavy sigh and went back into the bathroom. As he flipped the light swich on, the last of the condensation was evaporating from the large mirror that stood watch over the double sink. Chris was watching it recede when something caught his eye. In the corner of the mirror, a swirl cut through the otherwise uniform haze of condensation. "Could Laura just be fucking around?" Chris thought to himself. Chris thought for a moment, his brow creased and his hand on his chin. Suddenly he swung the bathroom door shut and turned on both hot water taps.
*
Laura arrived home to an empty house, she wasn't in the least bit surprised as she always had managed to know Chris's schedule well enough to be home before him. Laura threw her carkeys on the foyer table and climbed upstairs. She slipped out of her clothes as she climbed the stairs, letting her hands run all over her slender body. Her fingers found the nipples at the end of her A-cup sized breasts and she let a moan slip out as she gave them a tweak.
Naked as the day she was born, Laura sat down on the bed and picked up the phone. Three new calls. As she checked the numbers, she cursed. She had told those dumb bastards not to call the house. Laura dialed a number from memory. On the other end of the line, a deep, authoritative voice answered.
"Hello?"
"You stupid fuck! I told you to only call my cell phone!" Laura spat back instantly.
"Fuck, calm down, if that effeminate little prick husband of yours ever found out, I'd beat the shit out of him." The deep voice barely concealed a chuckle.
"No you wouldn't." Laura snapped back. "Because there would be hell to pay. Now if you want to fuck me, get your ass over here in the next ten minutes." Laura hung the phone up before the man had a chance to retort and rubbed her womanhood all the way to the shower.
Laura was still enjoying the sheen of warm water rippling down her body when a hand slipped through the curtain and grabbed her by the shoulder. The grip was firm as it spun her around to view a huge man with dark skin and long dark hair.
"Hey, be nice Larry," Laura half giggled as she slipped, wet and ready into Larry's arms. "Bruise the goods and there'll be hell to pay." The squeals and grunts coming from the second story bedroom window of the house could be heard down the street.
*
Chris watched with anticipation as the mirror started to once again fog up. He brushed his short hair away from his forehead as more swirls became clear in the haze. The heat in the bathroom was making him sweat and was pulling the wrinkles out of his slacks. As the condensation ate its way up the surface of the mirror, the swirls turned into letters, six of them. Chris goggled silently at the mirror and suddenly felt as if he would throw up. He yanked open the bathroom door and scrambled for the phone. The fresh cold air immediately started to evaporate the haze on the mirror, along with the words "help me".
*
Chris was half way to his car, ready to fly across town to the police station when a small, timid, and totally new voice spoke up in the back of his head. The voice was nothing like a concience. It was somehow alien. "Look around, search the house," it said. "Make sure you haven't missed anything." Chris tapped his foot indecisively for a moment, eyed his car and finally turned and walked back through his front door.
*
Laura had had her fun and had already sent Larry packing. She sat on the kitchen counter, completely naked, eating orange wedges. The house was silent and still, mid-afternoon sunlight streaming in through the dining room windows. Laura passed her hand through a ray of light that hit the counter next to her ass and smiled as she twiddled her fingers and felt the warmth on the back of her hand. Laura slipped off the counter, scooped the orange peels up and tossed them in the trash can. She gave a little start as she glanced at the kitchen clock. It was almost time for Chris to arrive. Laura padded upstairs to the master bedroom and once more slipped into the shower.
*
Chris crept upstairs and walked into the bathroom. He stared at the mirror, which was once again clearly reflecting his own image back at him. The voice seemed to whisper right in his ear, coaxing him closer to the basin. "Start here." Chris instinctively leaned down until his face was inches from the porclain. He closed his eyes and inhaled lightly. Chris could smell the remnants of his own aftershave, Cool Blue, too strong to be from this morning. Chris straightened up and looked around. Face wipes in the trash bin, soiled with makeup. Chris shuffled back into the bedroom and glanced around. He turned, trying to take in everything while remembering how it was all supposed to be. He tried to coax some help out of the voice in his head, but it had fallen silent for the time being.
*
Laura sat down on the toilet, not caring that she was dripping water everywhere. She had needed to pee since before Larry had arrived, but she had gotten used to holding it for long periods, it was just something she had worked at. It came in pretty handy. She rose, wiped, and opened the bathroom cabinet. Her slender fingers found the oddly curved bottle of Chris's Cool Blue aftershave and she pulled it down. She pulled off the cap and inhaled deeply. The musky scent filled her nostrils and seemed to cloud her mind. She giggled as she dabbed some on her neck and cheeks. The odor encapsulated her head and drowned her senses. She poured some more into her hands, feeling its alcohol induced coolness drip around her fingers and into the sink.
*
Chris concentrated, walking to different ends of the room and trying to see everything. Finally, defeated, he sat at the end of the bed and stared at the blank TV in front of him. He buried his face in his hands and drew them down across his eyes. All at once, he froze. He could see a small red light through the spaces in his thin fingers. He dropped his hands and looked at the VCR. It was on. As if on cue, the voice in his head returned with what sounded like glee. "It's for you." Chris swallowed a lump in his throat as he leaned forward and pressed the play button. He hit the power button on the TV and was greeted with an image of his video camera.
*
Laura snuck through the house, quickly grabbing things and setting up the camera. She placed her makeup kit on the bathroom counter, straightening its edges against the edge of the porclain. Laura wanted everything to be perfect. She stepped around the camera and looked into the small screen. It was ready. She went and got dressed.
*
Chris blinked for a moment before he realized he was looking at the bathroom mirror. He felt strange, he had looked at the mirror a thousand times and was used to seeing his reflection. Now all he saw was his camera. Suddenly, his wife Laura entered the frame, Chris looked at the time stamp. It was earlier that day, just before he had gotten home. Laura stepped up to the camera until her entire face filled the television screen.
"Hi Chris." she chimed. She then stepped to the mirror at an angle so the camera could still see her. She looked at the camera in the mirror and smiled, then began to undress. Laura slowly unbuttoned her green silk blouse until the front was hanging open, giving glimpses of her white lacy bra. Laura smiled once again through the mirror and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Chris watched in rapt attention as Laura stepped out of her dress and ran her hands up and down her nearly naked body. Laura then reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, teasing the camera until she finally let it fall to the floor, exposing her tiny breasts. As Chris sat, wide eyed and unblinking, wondering if his wildest fantasies were about to be fulfilled, Laura inched down her white, lacy thong until it, too had dropped to the floor. Chris could see her dark bush of pubic hair, and the slightest shadow of the treasures that lay beneath. Laura twisted around until she was looking directly at the camera again.
"This is for you Chris." Laura's mouth lifted in a strange sort of half smile as she once again turned back around to the mirror. She bent over and turned on the tap. As she did, Chris could see her womanhood peeking out through the space between her legs. Laura splashed water on her short hair, and then on her face. As she straightened up once more, Chris could see that her makeup was smeared and running down her face. Laura picked a package of wipes out of her make-up kit and pulled one to her face. With every swipe, more natural skin was revealed, and as Chris watched, he realized that he could never remember Laura without makeup, ever. As Laura cleaned the makeup off her face, she smiled with colorless, thin lips.
"They say makeup hides a lot Chris." Laura's features were becoming flatter without the aid of makeup to accentuate them. Chris shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, though he wasn't sure why. As the last of the make-up was wiped away, a lump lodged itself firmly in Chris's throat. The alien voice was completely gone, and the next one he heard in his head was his own. "Jesus, she doesn't even look like my Laura at all..." Onscreen, Laura picked up a comb and brushed her short hair back and to the side. She pulled a pair of pants off the towel rack and stepped into them and pulled a red polo shirt over her head. As Laura turned once more to directly face the camera, Chris clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle a scream of terror. "...Jesus-fucking-Christ, she looks like me!"
"Goodbye Chris" Laura said in a voice Chris unmistakably recognized as his own. Suddenly the TV screen went black. Chris quivered, not knowing if he was still dreaming or hallucinating, or if what he saw was a trick. Chris shifted off the end of the bed and stood dumbly in the middle of the floor. He looked down at himself, slacks and...And a red polo shirt. Chris's face worked uncontrollably as he lifted the hem of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. As the pants crumpled around his ankles, Chris didn't see a penis, instead he saw a bush of dark pubic hair, and the slightest shadow of the horrors that lay beneath. Suddenly, he was dizzy, disoriented, crying. All at once, Chris hit the floor with a dull thud.
*
A few minutes later, Laura pulled herself off the floor. She stepped out of Chris's slacks and pressed the eject button on the VCR. As the tape slid out of the slot, Laura grabbed it and threw it on the bed. She pulled off the polo shirt and sashayed over to the closet. Laura pulled out her favorite dress and hummed happily to herself as she got dressed. She was still humming when she grabbed the tape, slipped into a pair of red pumps, and left the house forever.
"It's true," Laura thought as she approached her car, "The only thing that separates "he" and "she" is one little letter."
User Reviews
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2005-12-19 18:42:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Weird, in a good way.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2005-12-16 07:46:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This was damn good Ess. I enjoyed this tremendously.
Nice work.
Submitted by ess2s2 (user info) at 2005-12-16 07:24:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Hey everyone, thanks for reading this. I was hoping it would get slightly more exposure before it dropped off the front page, but that's life. See you all next December!
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2005-12-14 12:43:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Come back Ess!
this was god...eventhough I had it figured.
Uber needs good writers... Help us E-Es-Es-Two-Es-Too, you're our only hope.
Submitted by fluff (user info) at 2005-12-14 12:03:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-12-14 11:57:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Weird. I'm going to read this a few more times and see if I can't come up with slightly more to say than that.
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2005-12-14 11:08:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Very interesting. The question is, was their body female or male? I'm assuming female but people with MPD (and not schizophrenia, which is a completely different thing) sometimes see themselves as the gender of the personality that is prevelant at the time.
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2005-12-14 10:57:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
creepy in the right way.
Submitted by kuzi16 (user info) at 2005-12-14 09:15:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Very good.
I would have given a +2 but I had it figured out very early.
Submitted by Fabit (user info) at 2005-12-14 08:43:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh my god. that was amazing. What was going on there then? I presume it's the story of a schizophrenic but the female side seemed to be vicously attacking the males side.
Please expand.
amazing piece though.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2005-12-14 08:43:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i liked this much
Submitted by ess-arr (user info) at 2005-12-14 08:33:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
nice work Ess.
Submitted by jeveuxgagner (user info) at 2005-12-14 07:28:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i got half way and i like it.
will read the rest later but; lest i forget, +2.
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2005-12-14 07:21:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn, good stuff.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-12-14 07:18:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Please come back. You're family misses you.
Submitted by ess2s2 (user info) at 2005-12-14 07:05:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No, I'm not back. Merry Christmas. Most of you won't know who I am, and the rest of you might not even remember me. Hope you like the story.