Authors note: Okay so I don't think that I've actually explained how Patricia and Tatima look other than their weight and the shade of their hair. Patricia has light black hair and bluish green eyes (when in human form) and bright green eyes (when in true or cat form) she also has B size breasts. Tatima has light brunette hair with highlights of blond and she has hazel eyes and she has C size breasts. I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.
We went to Tatima's place at the appropriate time for her to be coming home from school, even if her mom did get a call about it later she could just give her an easy excuse. Its amazing how easy lying now is for her, she says that after the first couple of lies that it just got easier to where she could make it more believable. As for me on the other hand I wanted to keep my integrity, so I never lie, but I do love lope holes and other ways of 'telling the truth'.
When we got to her place we were greeted by her mother, she still looked pretty young, but you could tell she had put on at least twenty pounds since high school. Probably cause of giving birth.
"Hey Mrs. Adams." I greeted.
"Oh good evening Patricia." She smiled warmly at me.
She was always kind of like that mother I always wanted, but never had. I always felt welcome the moment I stepped in, as for Tatima's dad he was always upset or glaring. The wife and husband really balanced each other out, it was the typical American household that you read about in books. I looked up to him as my dad, because I never even had one I don't know who my dad is, just some guy who got my mom pregnant and left.
"Good evening Mr. Adams." I smiled cheerfully.
"Why are you here? Do you have to come over and steal our food all the time?" He grouched at me.
"Nice to see you too." I plastered on my phony smile.
So he didn't exactly like me, I don't think? But still only dad I really had, other than Gregory. We had come in though the entrance that goes into the kitchen where Mrs. Adams was making dinner and passed through the living room where her dad was watching TV. We made our way down the hall to her room where we sat on her bed to play cards ad talk and wait for dinner to be ready.
"So are you going to your part-time tonight?" Tatima asked.
"Yeah, of course, I have to. I got rent to pay."
"True." She was silent for a few more minutes then, "Quit that job!"
"What?"
"Quit your job, of at least cut back on the hours, I hate to see you breaking you back like this and at a scandalous place like that!"
"Tatima", I rose my voice, "you and I both know I cant do that, I've got to feed and clothe myself and I have to pay for my rent. Don't make such childish statements, we are both older now and know how the world works. For Pete's sake your a whole year older then me and I know I tend to forget that since I skipped a year, but come on. Your the smart one who always knows what to do and you can keep your composer up even when you feel like laughing."
"Yeah yeah I know, I got to be mature~" she groaned.
"Exactly now we're getting somewhere." I laughed.
We went out for dinner after that and the dad just complained about political affairs the whole time while the mother was trying to calm him the whole time. After that I left the place and stopped by my apartment real quick to get my uniform. I didn't put it on till I was actually there cause if I did I was just asking to be raped. It always felt weird wearing it after having to be so covered up in all the dresses and gowns of the Victorian age. Tonight was a late night and that never went well because of all the drunk bas- customers who would try to grab at me, but hey this job pays what I need. I am a bartender, of course I had to lie and say I'm eighteen, but its not that hard to make false documents when I got a friend like Tatima. Basically my uniform is these jean booty shorts and a black tank top that has the logo on the chest area. Thanks like I wanted to draw attention there. I was there till one in the morning when they finally let me go, I went home in a rush casue I did not want to be a defenseless girl walking the streets at one in the morning, when I got home I breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on my bed.
I woke up the next morning to banging on my door, I slowly got out of bed and went to the door.
"What~" I breathed.
"The heck! Were you in bed just till now!? whatever come on we need to get to my basement before my family gets up!" I saw Tatima yelling at me.
She then proceeded to grab my wrist and drag me out of my place till we were in her basement. It was all a blur to me what happened since I was still only half awake. I was wide awake though when I felt my body being torn apart and then put back together. I then fell onto the ground of our floor in the secret room. We didn't have time to get dressed so I was still in my scandalous clothes, I felt Christina (now) half pull half drag me up the stairs to our bedrooms so we could get dressed. Our manor is three stories tall and our rooms are on the third floor, we then have two ballrooms, one on the first floor the other on the second floor. We also have two drawing and dinning rooms, also with one the first floor and the other on the second floor. The third floor had all the guests bedrooms and the main bedrooms, but all the hallways were so confusing, I don't know who built this place but if you didn't live here you wouldn't be able to find your way around.
I put on a red and gold dress while Christina put on a green and blue dress. I opened the drawer to her dresser and I found some paper work, but I love snooping even if I get caught. I found some cutting scissors.
"Hey Christina~, I think you need a hair cut." I grinned showing her what I was holding.
