Uh, I have no beta so expect this to be a mess of grammar since English isn't my native tongue. Besides this is just a story of what my mind wants me to write, if that makes sense.
I'm going to take my time with this story since—first of all: it's not going to be mainly about smut, which comes after.
Thanks for the reviews! :D Hope you like this chapter; even though it's slow…it's still an update. (: Note: I'm going to also take a break whenever…to read other stories since I can't sorely spend my time writing: P
Summary: Jane wishes she was a boy—the repercussions of that after spending time in a weird shop and sneakily drinking a strange concoction is more than she could handle. What could happen in a week?
Disclaimer: I don't own R&I—this is purely for entertainment, people… u_u
Around, Up and Over
Chapter 3: Helping Jane
Though not an erection, it was still a noticeable bulge in her more-than-fitting briefs. Jane groaned, wondering how she was going to hide this part of her from others. Maybe Maura could help her, but hasn't she done so much for her already? The detective didn't want to burden her friend with a task like that again…but it if came to it, with Maura's charm, she would agree—no matter what.
Her mind was reeling still at the very notion that she had male genitalia—she has a penis! How the hell in the world did that happen to her—on her being? She shook her head then turned to face the mirror and quickly glanced away at her reflection. She couldn't believe this was her, surely it was a dream? A very surreal dream nonetheless. But she knew that it was reality—cold, hard reality—as she splashed her face with cold water and pinched her jaw.
Oh my God, I can't believe this—no way can a woman suddenly wake up with…this?! Jane thought, frantically scrubbing her hands with soap. She has been through traumatic events in her lifetime but this…event took the piece of cake—winning with its abnormality. The brunette shook her head, wondering if— if—she could get rid of this abnormality on herself.
Sighing, Jane exited the bathroom and quickly looked around her bedroom, seeing the messy bed and—the bottle! Jane thought, feeling a frisson of energy that, maybe—just maybe, the liquid she drank last night was the cause of her problem. She glared down at her crotch, seeing the bulge strain against her tight girl-briefs.
The detective felt a little regret at testing the concoction—damn her curiosity!—and grabbed the bottle, wondering if Maura could give a screening of what was in the liquid, seeing as there was a little bit left when she looked at it with closer inspection then put it back on the nightstand. Finally, that would be the last of asking her friend for help—certainly, but the thought didn't sound as sure as she wanted it to and felt a niggling doubt.
She peeked her head out cautiously before walking down the dim corridor and paused, seeing Maura cook was settling a feel of domesticity. And she trampled down the thought before it would evolve into something more—something to feel.
"Hey…Maur," Jane said, her voice shaky and timid. Her friend glanced at her before smiling in greeting and gestured for Jane to sit as she finished up on the last of pancakes.
Jane did sit down, with great reluctance and wondered if this was a "calm before the storm" situation where Maura hated her for being a…freak. She clasped her hands together nervously, intertwining her fingers and wringing them at the ringing silence that met her ears, except for the occasional hiss of heat. If there was anything in the world to protect, it was Maura…and family, but mainly Maura. The reason why was a fuzzy answer she didn't want to explore because she was afraid of finding out the answer but knew it in the deep recesses of her mind.
The small clutter of a plate settling before her knocked her out of her stupor and she made the purpose to avoid hazel eyes by looking at the table. Jane grabbed the fork, cutting into the pancake with fervor and took a bite. She was chewing frantically before Maura spoke, her voice a cut through the thick tension that surrounded them…
"Jane, I know this is a hard—I mean, difficult situation but we'll find what did this to you, I know we will." Her friend promised, laying her hand over Jane's, which held a fork and trembled. Jane bit her lip, anything to stall the tears from forming and the sob that wanted to rip from her throat.
She shook her head, "No, Maura. We don't need to find the cause because I have it." The fork was put down beside the plate; her hands were shaking too much from the sheer terror she felt at what her friend's reaction would be.
Maura looked concerned, then gently said:
"May I see it, Jane?"
She nodded, still not looking at Maura and rose from the table to hastily go to her room. With relief, Jane took the bottle and went back to the kitchen, where Maura looked cautious as she put it on the table. Her hand let it go as though it was a disease. Maybe it was—for her.
"Is that what made you grow a penis, Jane?"
The tall brunette looked at Maura strangely. "Yes—I was curious and didn't know the abnormal side effects it would have on me because—it looked like water! Even tasted like water—just old." And she shrugged, acutely aware of the searing gaze on her face.
Maura got up and then put the bottle in a plastic bag, careful to hold it upright so the little remaining liquid wouldn't escape.
"I am going to go get a toxic screening on this—to see what ingredients were in this concoction." It almost felt…comforting to hear Maura say that. And it was, since she knew Maura—one way or another—would find a solution to her problem.
Then Maura left, but kept her purse here to say to Jane that she would be right back. Jane went to the living-room, feeling dizzy that so much had happened with the last fourteen hours. She grabbed the remote and turn off the T.V, bathing in the silence and contemplated what would happen now as questions popped up. What would she tell her mother…if she couldn't get off the male genitalia? "Hey, ma, I have a penis." Yeah, that will go well—no way at all. Maybe approach it more subtly—God, I don't have a fucking clue what to say! Maura is the only one that knows—and she still hasn't given me an opinion if this changes our friendship or not…She sighed, irritated at not gaining a clear answer.
She reclined more into the couch, feeling tense muscles relax. Her eyes screwed shut as she tried to avoid the consciousness that she hadn't taken a shower in two days. No, don't even think about…Her pulse raced like a galloping horse, the sound of blood rushing was loud in her ears.
She hunched forward, putting her head in her hands as she tried to sort through the maelstrom of emotions. But it felt so messed up—as though her life was meant to spiral downwards from its high streak in the skies. Now that she crashed, reality felt like the harsh winters of Antarctica and she felt so bare—vulnerable to anything that preyed on weakness, on fear that still gripped her heart. She glanced down at her crotch, wondering if she should change underwear and tape it so close to her that it wouldn't be too noticeable. But she decided against that and waited for Maura to come back.
It was an hour going by before Maura was back—her face red with the bite of chilling winds outside. Jane felt relieved but didn't bother to say anything about it and took off Maura's coat to put it on one of the hangers. If anything, she was nervous, filled to the brim with questions.
Her friend glanced at her, Jane caught the genuine concern in their depths and felt a warmth creep on her, blossoming in her chest.
"So..." Jane said, trailing off when nothing had come to mind. Not that she was always eloquent when it came to words, but she figured it was a good try.
Maura got to the root of her anxiety. "Jane, I know you want something for me to do—anything, Jane. Please don't hesitate to ask. I don't mind if it means helping you through this."
Jane flushed, "You know—you know how I don't want to touch it?"
Maura nodded, and then perked up. "I don't exactly get it but yes, I do. Since a penis is not meant to be on a woman, naturally."
"Well, I need to—uh, get tighter briefs because it's too noticeable so can you buy them for me?" Jane asked, feeling dread knot her stomach.
The medical examiner's gaze traveled down the athletic form of her friend and lay onto the thick bulge protruding from her pelvic region. She swallowed the lump in her throat, suddenly feeling aware of the heat Jane's body generated and emitted outwards to warm her skin.
"I'll do that now, Jane I just need to get something from my house." She got up and left, fleeing from the prodding thoughts of her mind as she almost lied to her friend—but narrowly missed it.
-O—o—o—O-
Maura couldn't say she was surprised when she saw Angela in her kitchen, baking something. But the aroma was titillating to her nose that she had to know.
"What are you making, Angela?" She asked anything to stop herself from blurting out what had happened to her daughter. Angela didn't deserve that, but she also didn't deserve the hiding of a truth from her either. Maura hadn't asked to be in the middle of this situation but mused that if helping Jane meant keeping it a secret for now, she wouldn't object. Only time would tell on how things were going to unravel.
"Oh! Maura, dear, I'm just making a cake, it's for Tommy. My little baby is finally getting on the right path so I decided to celebrate." Maura noticed how Angela's smile was so similar to Jane's—each with amazing dimples. Especially Jane's smile, her dimples seemed to wink at her and when they did, her heart danced a happy jig. Then she shook her head, though her heart didn't 'dance', it did flutter wildly in her chest around Jane.
"Maura how is Jane? I haven't seen her—or even spoke to her in a while!" At Angela's concern, Maura didn't have a clear way to express that Jane was doing 'okay' as in she was healthy and…not so 'okay' in a sense that she has a penis. A very sizable one…but it was male genitalia nonetheless.
"She's doing well and…is very healthy!"
Angela cocked her head to the side then shot Maura a suspicious look. As though sensing the impending question, Maura distracted her by pointing out that she should keep a closer eye on the cake. Angela busied herself with preparing a plate to bring the cake on and putting on oven mitts.
Sighing with relief at avoiding that situation, the medical examiner headed back to her bedroom, roaming around for her laptop. Maura found her laptop hidden under the bed in its case. She pulled it towards her and into her lap, powering it up and waited for a few minutes. Once she was on the internet, Maura searched up on Google to see if there were any cases—like Jane—that were victimized to sex changes by fluid. Only, that backfired and she was frustrated after many variations of her searches on different networks.
By the time Maura was done with her inquiries, there were no stories about how someone—in this case, Jane got male genitalia overnight by drinking—what looked like water—a transparent, tasteless liquid. What was baffling, was that—in secret before going to her workplace and asking for her assistant to run tests, Maura sniffed the bottle and smelled no fumes to indicate of anything toxic—it had left no clues of where it was manufactured, either. Usually bottles were labeled before shipped off to stores, so it threw Maura off when she looked below, and around for the label but saw none.
Something about this was very—what was the term Jane used when there was a niggling doubt? Ah, right—fishy. And Maura was going to find out the root of this whole problem, especially why Jane seemed so quiet but angry, too, instead of breaking down at seeing the sight of a tent under the blanket. It would explain the reclusive nature of her friend, who seemed to want to believe that it was a dream—and nothing more. More so, it felt as though Jane didn't want to admit of what she did yesterday or better yet, where she was for the majority of the day.
But for now, she had to shop for small-sized briefs. Before she headed out, Maura peeked into the kitchen to see Angela sucking her fingers as a consequence for not having enough patience until the metal cooled. She smirked, and then shook her head, amused.
After two hours, Maura found herself inside a men's shop, a variety of underwear, briefs and cut-out boards of male models that had over-average bulges but she found some indication of photo-shopping and shook her head. The lengths that some people were willing to go, just to sell a product, Maura mused before looking around hopelessly. She wondered if she should get black, or white, or grey or the striped or dotted briefs.
A handsome salesman walked over to where she was, chuckling before breaking the ice if she wanted professional help on which underwear to buy. The way he emphasized professional help wasn't lost on her, but she wasn't willing to waste time on some flirty sales person, her first priority was Jane. And Jane was the one that needed her help and attention. She choose small, black brief, liking how black clashed with her friend's tanned skin and drew attention on her athletic build. And black, very fitting briefs would make Jane look absolutely—Maura gulped, not wanting to finish that particular though as she felt a heat flash through her and spread down low. She paid for the package of black, tight briefs before running out the store as though hell was on her heels.
When she arrived at Jane's apartment, it was already close to 7PM, which surprised her since she didn't think that it would take that much time. But it seemed that time passed faster when you were out shopping for briefs for your very female friend who wanted tight briefs. She sighed when she saw Jane on the couch, napping in a reclined position. Yet it didn't look that comfortable with her neck leaning forward in an awkward way, so Maura tip-toed to her friend and gently pushed her head so it laid flat on the couch cushions.
There were only a few sleepy protests at the small movement when she covered Jane with a blanket. She smiled sadly, wondering why this had happened to her friend—hadn't she suffered enough? Jane didn't need the burden of keeping her male genitalia a secret. Maura knew her friend had a great, fit body, yet there was now a plausible reason that she couldn't show it off. That made her brows furrow in frustration, until she got those results in from work, she would be helpless until then.
—Okay, I hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry for any mistakes. I worked my mind off at writing this story. (: But I don't mind. As always, review or read, please. :D