Cris walked into the parking lot of a bar/motel hearing the commotion of a struggle. Curious to what was going on she rounded the corner to the back of the motel rooms and saw a group of three guys and one rather tall female. Cris instantly knew that it was Geert, even though she hadn't see the Transy in 3 or 4 days, Geert hadn't changed clothes and Cris didn't know many women Geert's size. One of the men had her by the back of her neck and bent over the bed of what was probably their truck. What she didn't understand is why Geert didn't fight back. Man dressed up as a women or not, buff or not. She still could have defended herself somehow. Instead, Geert laid there letting the men say mean and nasty things to her. Most of the things, Cris had to force out of her mind, so they didn't haunt her.

"I'll show you what a real women is, freak." the man holding Geert hissed pushing up Geert's skirt. Geert squeezed her eyes shut as the man's friends cheered him on. "And what a real man is, while I'm at it."

Cris had enough as the man reached to rip off Geert's underwear. She stepped closer, catching the attention of one of the three men as she set her guitar and backpack down. The one the noticed patted the other one on the shoulder, pointing to her as the other one was still paying attention to Geert. "Now," she said getting his attention. "You're gunna do something you're not gunna want to do." Cris told him.

Letting Geert go the man turned around to face Cris, but paused and slapped Geert as she tried too look up at Cris, making Cris growl with growing anger. "This ain't none of your business, bitch. So turn around, take your things and split." he spat. Cris didn't move, she didn't even blink at them.

"I'm not leaving without her." she told them, pointing at Geert. "And that's gunna happen one way or another." she said watching the man that first saw her take what looked like a pool stick out of the back of the truck and start towards her. Cris pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him. "Now, you're gunna make me do something I don't want to do." She said, making the guy stop.

"And what's that?" The guy that had Geert asked, laughing and looking at his friends, who laughed with him. "Claw our eyes out with your nails." Cris smiled devilishly at them.

"Come here and find out." she welcomed them.

The guy with the pool stick stepped closer and swung the stick at Cris, who ducked, punched him in the gut and took the stick from him. The guy stumbled back holding his stomach as Cris broke the stick across her knee and twirled the broken halves in her hands. The other guy charged at her and with smooth motions and her new weapons, Cris took him out easy. Then did the same to the one that attacked first. By then the last guy was so stunned by what happened, that Geert could straighten up some and look back at Cris, who was focused on the last guy as he finally came at her. Cris leg swept him, knocking him to the ground and jumped on him, hitting him several times before kneeing him in the groin and getting up. Leaving him on the ground groaning in pain in the fetal position. Cris dropped the sticks and looked around at the other two guys, making sure that they didn't get up and sneak attack her, then she turned her attention to Geert.

"You okay?" she asked her, picking up Geert's purse bag and handing it to her.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for helping me." Geert said fixing her hair and clothes, then taking her bag from Cris. "How did you find me?" she asked, as Cris went and grabbed her things.

"I didn't." Cris said. "I was coming in to get a room for the night, when I heard you guys back here and something told me to check it out."

"Fucking bitch." the main guy groaned still on the ground. "I'll kill you."

"Right, like I've never heard that line before." Cris said to him, kicking dirt into his eyes. "Come on, Geert. Before they get up and something worse happens." she said to the Transy, holding her hand out to her. Geert nodded, taking Cris's hand and leaving the Motel/bar with her. "What have you been up too since the last time I saw you, Geert?" Cris asked, walking backwards to face Geert as they walked up the dark road.

"Walking mostly." Geert replied, holding the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "What about you?" Cris shrugged, turning back around. But not before Geert noticed her face. Catching up with Cris and pulling her to a stop, Geert cupped her face in her hand and turned Cris's face up to look at her. "What happened?" She asked. Cris shrugged again. Geert frowned and pulled Cris under a street light to get a closer look. Cris had a pretty bad black eye, with a cut just above it and a split lip.

"How did this happen?" Geert asked concerned.

"I got in a fight." Cris told her, licking the cut on her lip.

"This looks old, but you didn't have it when I last saw you. So this had to be in the last 2 or 3 days." Geert observed. Cris nodded looking down at the dirty asphalt.

"Like I said, I got in a fight the night after I met you." She clarified. "He tried to steal my guitar and we fought. He lost cause he doesn't have my guitar and I lost because he got some good swings in. Now, I know for sure I have a concussion. Second idiot back there tripped me up."

"Tripped you up?" Geert asked.

"He landed a hit to the jaw. You'll see it in a bit, I can already feel it bruising." Cris replied, touching the edge of her jaw on the left. "All well, shit happens." she said, starting back up the road. Geert stood there watching for a second before catching up to her.

"Why did you help me back there?" She asked. "You could have just walked away and let them have me, why didn't you?"

"It wouldn't have been right." Cris told her. "And I was raised better than that. The real question goes to you, Geert."

"And what's that, Cris?"

Cris stopped and looked up at her. She noticed her make up was messed up a bit, mostly her eyeliner, which was a little runny like Geert had been crying at some point messing it up. "Why didn't you defend yourself?" Sorrow filled Geert's eyes and face, she dropped her head. "It was like you just gave up."

"I did." Geert admitted.

"Why?" Cris asked, confused.

"I'm so use to people being mean, disgusted and abusive to me, that when I'm faced with it like that back there. I just give in to them. Let them do what they want with me and say what they want to say. I've lost all faith and energy of defending myself in those situations."

"That's no excuse." Cris said, shaking her head. "Not one at all."

Geert looked at the girl standing in front of her. "Why?" she asked. "Why can't it be?"

"Because they're single minded, pig headed assholes." Cris snapped. "Fuck them, Geert. This is who you are, is it not?" she questioned.

"It is." Geert nodded, still frowning and face full of sorrow.

"Then!" Cris yelled. "Don't let them do that shit to you. This is who you are, be proud of that. There's not many people in this world that will show who they are because of assholes like the ones back there. You're already half way to showing who you are by dressing and acting like a chick. Now, turn on you bitch switch, pick your head up and be proud to be you." Cris lectured Geert.

"Pick my head up and be proud that I feel like a Female trapped in a Male's body?"

"Yes!" Cris said, stomping her foot. "You're beautiful and I'm not just saying that. You are beautiful, inside and out." Geert blushed at her words. "So do it. Pick your head up." Geert raised her head. "And be proud. Damn proud." A smiled came across Geert's face as she looked at Cris.

"Thank you, Cris." she whispered, taking Cris's hand in hers.

"What's I'm here for." Cris smiled back up at Geert, giving her hand a gently squeeze. "Now, let's go find another motel or something. I'm swamped." Cris said.

Geert nodded and started walked with her again to find a place to sleep for the night, hand and hand with Cris.