Cards
Chapter Two
by Sifo Dyas Jr.
Jim stared blankly into the mirror. It didn't seem like he was looking into a mirror, because he was staring at someone else. He put his small hand up to the face and stroked along the high cheekbones. The image did the same, and he felt it, so it must be real.
He then ran his hands through the straight jet black hair. It fell back into place. His old wavy hair would have been messed up permanently.
The oddest feeling came when he looked into the eyes. Dark brown and almond shaped. He felt like he was squinting, but this was a wide as they got now unless he strained really hard, but then his eyes would bug out.
He dropped his hands to his sides and the sweater sleeves fell over them, dangling several inches longer than his arms, even looser than before.
The door to the bathroom opened and Jim spun around,, careful to hold onto his baggy pants. He came face to face with Becky. Ok, more like face to breasts. He lost his breath from the shock of seeing her, and started to hyperventilate.
Becky paused for a moment, a look of confusion on her face. Jim just stared at her like a deer in headlights, trying desperately to think of what to say once he got his breath back.
"Rachel!!!" Becky yelled out at the top of her lungs. "Why is there a Chinese boy in my bathroom???"
"He's not Chinese!" Rachel yelled out from her bedroom. "He's Vietnamese!"
"I don't care what he is! Mom's gonna kill you for having a boy in the house when no one is home!!!" She looked down at Jim, with her arm holding the door open. "Shoo... get out of here." she motioned out into the hallway.
Jim walked out into the hallway, passing underneath his girlfriend's outstretched arm without even ducking. He wasn't even five feet tall anymore... "And stop looking at me like that!" She slammed the door in his face.
He wandered back into Rachel's bedroom, finally breathing somewhat normally again. He looked over at Mei with her curly brown hair and blue eyes--all of which used to be his before he played that stupid card game and she swapped races with him. He then looked at the 22 year old Michelle as she looked into the mirror, cupping her small breasts in her hands. Rachel had robbed her of them during the last hand. They had even argued about whether it was fair because technically those were TWO items swapped. And Amanda strutted around the room--her pants now up to her shins since she robbed Jim of what little height he had left. Karen felt her new nose which left Mei with her slightly crooked shnozz.
Rachel was in aa panic. "Ok, guys. We've got to play a quick hand while Becky is in the shower and get everyone back to normal."
Michelle headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Jim asked in his child voice.
"I've got to go use the bathroom."
Rachel stepped in front of her. "No, we've got to get everyone back to normal. My sister will freak."
"You're damn right I'm going to freak!" She stepped into the doorway behind Rachel. "Mom's going to freak even more when she finds out about this."
"No! You can't ttell her! Please!" Rachel pleaded. "I'll be grounded for life!"
"You should have thought about it before you let him in here." She pointed at Jim. "It's bad enough it's a boy, but you know Mom doesn't approve of skaters."
Rachel shot back, "He's not a skater."
"Oh yeah? What about the baggy clothes? C'mon. I'm not stupid. You're busted. He'd better be out of here before I'm out of the shower. I don't have time to deal with this tonight. Dave is going to be here in less than an hour."
Jim shot a look over at his girlfriend. Dave? Who the hell was Dave???
Rachel looked at him with compassion. The cat was out of the bag. She decided to use it to her advantage. "Oh yeah?" She picked up the cordless and started to dial. "Well if you tell mom, then I'll just call Jim and let him know that you've been seeing Dave behind his back." She started pushing buttons on the phone just as her sister took it from her hand.
"Ok... ok. You win. But I can't let him stay here. I tell you what. I'll take you guys over to the mall and you can hang out there until mom gets home from work, okay?"
"But Becky... we aren't going to do anything... we'll behave here, we promise." Mei whined.
Becky just looked at her blankly, shaking her head. "Who ARE you? Do I know you? No. Your promise doesn't mean shit to me. I'm offering to take you to the mall. You can either take it, or I'm calling mom and this little slumber party of yours is over."
She turned back to her sister. "And you can tell Jim whatever you want about Dave. He isn't going to believe a thirteen year old kid over his own girlffriend. I'll just lie and say you were trying to get even for being pissed at me."
JIm started tearing up. He had no idea...
"Well? What's it going to be?" There was silence for a moment, then Becky started dialing the phone.
"Okay... ok... we'll go to the mall." Rachel said with a sigh.
"I thought you'd see things my way." She yelled as she went back down the hallway. "Two minutes in my car."
She turned back around. "Oh... and Rachel...?"
"Yeah?" she said fuming.
"Don't stuff your bra. It makes you look slutty."
to be continued...