Authors Note:
This story has angst in it of course gee Tommy is my favorite character and I love picking on him. Go figure! This is when Tommy is the White Ranger and Trini, Zack, and Jason are still there.Special Thanx: Pam and Kitty take bows and then motion for Jacks and Danny to do the same. Special thanks go to the two people that challenged our evilness. It is because of Danny and Jakes that this evilness has been brought upon our favorite Ranger.
Oh Boy...err Girl
I hate my life.
Peeling off my jeans and tank top, I start the water in the shower. My chest hurts, my stomach feels like it's being twisted into knots, I have a headache, and I'm bloated. Fucking Zedd. All males are evil I tell you. Rita would never have done this to me. Men, stupid, jerky, sucky men!
Feeling the water, I breathe a small sigh as the hot droplets hit my nicely manicured hand. I can't believe I let Jason's mom talk me into going and getting a manicure with her the other day. I'll never hear the end of that one from Jason and the other guys. "Not that they don't look nice." Admiring the glossy shine on my now long and clean nails, I sigh and shake my head. I'm losing it here. Billy so needs to hurry up with that cure before I start swooning over babies and prom dresses.
Stepping under the fabulously hot spray, I close my eyes and try to just be me for a minute. So I'm sporting a new look, so what? I'm still me inside; I still have all my feelings and thoughts. How does that saying go? It's what's on the inside that counts. Exactly, and on the inside I'm still me.
Grabbing the bottle of body wash, I begin cleaning off the dirt and sweat from my latest battle with the clay heads. Scrubbing my smooth face and neck, I reveal in the soothing water and sweet smelling soap, only when I reach my chest do my thoughts turn else where. Even though it's been two weeks now, I'm still jolted by the feeling of my new chest and other personal areas. Gazing down at my new, fairly large breasts, I cringe in slight regret and embarrassment.
How do girls handle these things? I've only had them for thirteen days and already my back is hurting...not to mention I do not appreciate half the male population carrying on a conversation with them and not me. Sigh, but then they do make me look pretty awesome in those tank tops and- okay again must stop those kinds of thoughts. You wanna think of someone in a tank top, think of Kim, okay...why does that not get to me like it used to? Well aside from the lack of a vital part of my anatomy I mean.
Growling and finishing up the rest of my shower in a fairly quick and bad mood, I towel off and head back to my room. Stupid men, stupid Zedd, stupid- "You're home early."
Looking over some papers on my coffee table, Jason has apparently decided to skip his last class today. "Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You took a pretty bad hit in the fi-oh um, sorry." Turning to look at me and then back around quickly, I'm left a bit clueless as to what's wrong now.
"What's the matter with you?" I'm getting really sick of them acting like I've got the plague you know.
"Um..." Still not turning back to me, he coughs a bit nervously and...in embarrassment? "You, well you might want to put some clothes on there, bro." What on Earth is he on?
"Jason, what's wrong with you, you've seen me naked before." Honestly I think he's losing it. Besides it's like eighty degrees down here and I'm over heated from my shower. Not that I'm normally this much of an exobishonist, but I'm hot and tired and screw being shy around my bro.
"Um, yes, but uh...not like that, sexy girl." The last part is said in a small laugh, but as the realization of what he's saying finally hits me I can't help but go into a small panic. Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with me!?
Hurrying over to the bed, I grab a sheet and quickly cover myself. Damn it, this is getting ridiculous. Pushing my wet hair behind my ear, I try to keep the humiliation out of my voice. "I just didn't..um, sorry." Moving to the couch, I drop down and try to look as dignified and calm as I can while wet, miserable, embarrassed, and clad in nothing but a white sheet, which is now clinging to my wet skin in all the wrong places.
Frowning and sitting next to me, he shakes his head. "S'not your fault, I'm the one that just walked in. I should have knocked." No you shouldn't have. It's your house, Jase. Besides you never knock and we both know it.
"No you shouldn't have. It's not fair, it shouldn't matter if you see me or not, or if I wear jeans or not, or if I have..." Feeling my throat tighten, I bury myself into the sheet. "It's not fair that everyone is acting like I'm not me anymore. I'm still me, no matter what I look like, but none of you...you all act like I'm contagious or something." Well they do! Kim is avoiding me after suggesting we 'take a break' from our relationship until I'm 'well' again. Zack and Trini barely say two words to me off the battlefield. Billy acts like I'm a lab animal that he can poke and prod and run like fifty million tests one. And Jase, Jase is just... Hell I moved into his basement and I see him maybe five minutes out of the day.
"I'm sorry, we just, we want to help you but don't exactly know how." S'not an excuse. "I know that's not a good excuse it's just-aw come on bro don't cry, I'm sorry. We're working night and day trying to find a cure I swear."
Sniffling and repressing the tears and sobs as best I can, I can't believe I'm getting so worked up over this, but I can't seem to help it. These past two weeks I get upset over the stupidest shit and it's fucking terrible. My friends are avoiding me, my girlfriend dumped me, and I want my body back! Sobbing outright now, I latch onto my best friend for dear life when he thankfully takes me in his arms.
"Shh, it's gonna be okay, everything's going to be okay." Rubbing my back and rocking my now smaller body, he's trying desperately to calm me. "It's not that bad, really. I mean you're here with me, everyone thinks you're Trini's cousin from over seas so you're safe from anyone questioning you. You may not be able to be in school like this, but you're not exactly missing much there. You get to work with my dad at the station, answering phones and filing, and just chilling and playing on the computers for ten bucks an hour. See not so bad." Right, except my parents think I ran away, everyone else is wondering what the hell happened to me, oh yeah and I'm a girl. "Shh, it's gonna be okay, Tommy. I promise it's going to be okay."
It's not going to be okay until I'm me again. How did I even get myself into this mess?!
To be continued.....