AN: didn't feel like working on my Urth story, I'm not having much luck
with that one, so I'm starting this.
I lay back in the tub, relaxing after washing the immense amount of junk out of my hair. The only reason I had it there in the first place was for effect. Riff and I had dressed up just to frighten the Urth people hoping they'd leave without much trouble.
I poured in some scented bath oil, rubbing some of it into my skin. The air on Urth had been so dry compared to Transsexual that I found myself in constant need of lotions. We were going home. For the first time since I was twelve, I was free. Free from Frank, free from my status as a bound servant (AN: Don't know if this is the right term, I'm in a Friday night blah mode now, so if it isn't, deal).
Riff had to be just as happy as I was. In the time we'd been on Urth, Riff had become a monster, frightening even me, who he had always treated the kindest (that is an odd and possibly incorrect sentence). Now that we were going back to Transsexual, Everything would be different. I would have a life of my own, a life to do with as I please. I smiled to myself as I stepped out of the tub (OOOOHH!! Naked Magenta!) and dried myself off.
What would I do now? I would have to get a job, we had to make a living somehow. What would I do? I knew I was intelligent, even I didn't need my brother to tell me that, but I had had no training. My life had ended before I even finished primary school, and the only tutelage I had was from what I had heard as Frank was being taught.
Once I buttoned up my dress, I did something I had never done before. I dropped the towel onto the floor, letting it crumple down next to my silly looking "space outfit." Never before had I had the luxury of leaving something like that, not needing to be tidy. I wasn't naturally a tidy person, and Riff had said that anyone could tell I wasn't, just by looking at my hair. Picking up after myself, and later, after Frank, bothered me to no end. So, finally after years of waiting I could be a slob. I turned the knob to leave the bathroom. It wouldn't budge. I tried again. Someone had locked it from the outside. I heard a footstep behind me, in the bathroom.
I lay back in the tub, relaxing after washing the immense amount of junk out of my hair. The only reason I had it there in the first place was for effect. Riff and I had dressed up just to frighten the Urth people hoping they'd leave without much trouble.
I poured in some scented bath oil, rubbing some of it into my skin. The air on Urth had been so dry compared to Transsexual that I found myself in constant need of lotions. We were going home. For the first time since I was twelve, I was free. Free from Frank, free from my status as a bound servant (AN: Don't know if this is the right term, I'm in a Friday night blah mode now, so if it isn't, deal).
Riff had to be just as happy as I was. In the time we'd been on Urth, Riff had become a monster, frightening even me, who he had always treated the kindest (that is an odd and possibly incorrect sentence). Now that we were going back to Transsexual, Everything would be different. I would have a life of my own, a life to do with as I please. I smiled to myself as I stepped out of the tub (OOOOHH!! Naked Magenta!) and dried myself off.
What would I do now? I would have to get a job, we had to make a living somehow. What would I do? I knew I was intelligent, even I didn't need my brother to tell me that, but I had had no training. My life had ended before I even finished primary school, and the only tutelage I had was from what I had heard as Frank was being taught.
Once I buttoned up my dress, I did something I had never done before. I dropped the towel onto the floor, letting it crumple down next to my silly looking "space outfit." Never before had I had the luxury of leaving something like that, not needing to be tidy. I wasn't naturally a tidy person, and Riff had said that anyone could tell I wasn't, just by looking at my hair. Picking up after myself, and later, after Frank, bothered me to no end. So, finally after years of waiting I could be a slob. I turned the knob to leave the bathroom. It wouldn't budge. I tried again. Someone had locked it from the outside. I heard a footstep behind me, in the bathroom.