FemCorps                 by: Sarah Barndt

 

Chapter11

Daphne did not come alone. At her side was a rather angry looking boy of 14 or 15. He was in the Retro 80’s punk look, complete with Mohawk haircut, that had enjoyed a revival lately. It was another expression of the macho violence that had become such a problem. Daphne introduced him as her son, Daniel Fishel.

"He is a real hand full. I’ve had three nannies quit in the last two years. He is just like his father, my second husband. No matter how many times I take it away he always manages to get fake ID and come home drunk, and usually the loser of a parking lot brawl." She glared at the boy and if anyone could say ‘fuck you’ with a look, it was this kid. We knew that Daphne had recently left husband #4 because he was unfaithful. I had never been able to get one woman interested in me (Ok, Liz) and I found the idea of having two women at once to be astounding. I shocked myself. I was starting to feel attraction for Daphne’s ex-husband and I hadn’t even met him!

Steve, cautiously, approached us. "Hello, Daphne. Long time," he said.

"Doesn’t seem like it’s been too long for you, handsome," she purred. She was flirting with my husband! I decided to let it pass, since Steve seemed annoyed by the comment. Actually I couldn’t figure out what he was thinking but he was definitely agitated. I did my ‘hostess’ bit and showed her and some other guests around the house. Steve had done a great job with the nursery. He even installed a security system with bio-monitors and camera so I could watch the baby from anywhere in the house. We also toured the newly re-decorated living room. The room had turned out well even though it was a rush job, but I couldn’t stand that old furniture another minute. Rachel tagged along. Somehow, I ended up in the kitchen with Rachel and showed her how the TV could monitor the nursery. I turned it on and saw Steve and Daphne! I had been talking so much, as I tended to do lately, I didn’t notice they weren’t in the group anymore. A real drama was unfolding before me. Steve faced Daphne and said, "We need to talk........Wanda. Yes I know it’s you. Who are you trying to kid."

Daphne Bigelow wasn’t Daphne at all, but.. Wanda? Greg’s mother? I felt ill, but I couldn’t turn my eyes away.

"I’m sorry, I wanted to see if I would be welcome...... for Greg’s sake."

"Bullshit. You have never done anything for anyone in your entire life. You wanted to see if Greg was worthy of your consideration or maybe you wanted something from him or me and had be sure you could get it. If not, you could just be Aunt Daphne, no commitments; no responsibilities."

"No, Steve. It’s not like..........."

"Save it for someone who gives a rat’s ass. If you wanted to get back in Greg’s life you would have said so from the beginning. None of this Aunt Daphne bullshit. I want you out of here. Now...... and never come back."

I had never seen Steve so angry. He didn’t raise his voice or threaten her in anyway, but the cold fury was evident just the same. Daph, uh Wanda left. I went to find Steve. I resisted the urge to sing "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead".

He was already back to the party. He looked at me and knew I knew. "She’s gone and she would bother Greg anymore." I was never so proud of him, or in love, or ........ turned on before. Here was a real man defending his home. It was arousing. My panties were squishy. My big, strong man was going to get a reward for defending our cave from the she-devil.

The party continued and everyone had a good time. Rachel was being hit on by every single man at the party, and a few who weren’t single. She looked like the proverbial deer in the head lights. I know she was uncomfortable but I could understand what all the excitement was about. She was a really hot babe. She had an exotically beautiful face, long, silky hair and a HUGE rack. Had I still been Mike I would have been trying to hide the tent in my shorts, too. Of course, now I liked looking at tents in shorts. Since my pregnancy, I have turned into one horny bitch. I was in the kitchen tidying up a little when Rachel came in and started her ‘sacrifice for humanity’ routine. I told her tostop all that nonsense.

"What do you mean, Melinda. Look at yourself. You’re swollen and bloated with a â€" athing growing inside your body. Don’t you think that’s a sacrifice?"

"No, I don’t, Rachel. I’m swollen and bloated with a BABY inside me because I’m a woman now. Women make babies. It feels good, as good as starting the baby. I like it and am very grateful for the experience. Don’t worry, you’ll love it when your time comes."

She visibly wilted and left the room. I know she was scared to death about the idea of being pregnant, thanks to Daph, uh Wanda. I had to get her to understand that this life was as natural for us, now that we were females, as having a dick and growing a beard was when we had been male. I didn’t think of it as a sacrifice at all. It had advantages and disadvantages, just like my old life. The only thing I could say truthfully was that it was different. Frankly, I liked it better. I was happy and fulfilled as a female, that is the truest ‘success’ a woman knows, and had been a loser as a male. Just then Rachel came back into the room.

"Melinda, did you know that Wanda’s son, Danny, is still here? Didn’t she leave hours ago? He’s asleep in the den and reeks of alcohol."

This didn’t sound good at all.

I called for Steve and followed Rachel to where she found the boy. Danny was asleep in front of the TV with an empty bottle of Scotch lying on the floor beside him. The door to the liquor cabinet was broken off its hinges. Rachel and I were getting him up when Steve came in. "Honey, I checked. Wanda left 4 hours ago. I called her hotel and they said she checked out, without any forwarding address. This doesn’t seem right." Just then the computer beeped and the familiar ‘You’ve Got Mail’. Coincidence? Not likely. Steve logged on and found an e-mail from, you guessed it, Wanda. We both read it.

‘Dear Steve

It was wonderful to see you again. You’ve done a great job with Greg. He’s a son to be proud of. I know you’ll do as well with Dan."

WHAT!

"He’s a lot of trouble and a woman my age can’t have a kid and expect to marry well. The kind of man I want wants a trophy wife. I could never be some obedient brood sow like your wife. (Hey!) Maybe I really am too shallow and self-centered to be a parent. I know you can straighten the boy out. He’s not your son, but he is mine and so Greg’s half brother. If you ever loved me you will take care of him. I am pretty sure I won’t be coming around anymore. My new boyfriend has very good reasons to be hard to find. Whatever, he treats me in the fashion I require. That is my choice. Tell Dan I did this for his own good. Tell him the truth, that I am a terrible mother who abandons her children. It will make it easier for everybody. But I think you will all miss me. Good Bye. Wanda Bigelow Weston Fishel Montgomery Al-Rashid."

Missher? The only way I would miss that harpy was if I sneezed as I pulled the trigger. I couldn’t believe it! She’d done it again! She’d abandoned her other son, too! I looked at Steve and he at me. We both knew we were keeping the boy, I wanted Steve to know I supported him. I think we were going to tell him when we both saw him staring at the computer screen. He had read the message!

"NO!COME BACK! MOMMY!" he screamed. Suddenly he pushed past both of us and ran into the night. Steve was right behind him but the kid was over the hedges and out of sight in the blink of an eye. He had run away! He was looking for his mother! We had to catch him.

Gregtook off after him but Dan was out of sight before he saw which way he went. Hecame back for his car to check the neighborhood. Steve did the same and his friends offered to help. Obviously, the party was over. Rachel and Max joined the search. She didn’t want to ‘stay at home, wringing her hands like some helpless female when she was just as capable as ......." yada yada yada.There were times when I wanted to strangle Wanda for what she did to Rachel. I grabbed her by the shoulders, looked her straight in the eye and said, "Cut the crap, sweety. You are a woman because you chose to be. Women do what we do because it is important. See what this imbalance has done to Wanda? See the gang violence? WE, we women, agree to be mom’s and bake cookies, and wipe up tears, and kiss away boo boos so the world can be civilized again. Do you WANT to be some selflish, useless, vain, conniving harlot? Like Wanda? She chooses herself over her own children. Would your mom ever do that? Would you? Of course not."

By now she was sobbing and clinging to me like a child herself. "Oh, Melinda. I was so wrong. I was becoming like ........ her. Can you ever forgive me?"

As you may have guessed, I did. She offered to help me, but I wanted her to go search. I already had an inkling where he was. If I was right we wouldn’t be able to find him..... Not for 5 days anyway.

Five days later I was in the lobby of the FemCorps building. We hadn’t been able to find Dan yet and everyone was sick with worry. When the police came to investigate I mentioned my suspicions and they were soon confirmed. I was waiting here to pick up Dan, or I should say, Danielle. In a fit of spite tohis mother for abandoning him, he used his fake ID to join FemCorps, a thing he knew she would hate. I was glancing around at the pictures on the wall. They were of famous FemCorps women who had made it in society. Most were from the early days when the program was still a secret. Some didn’t surprise me, like Shannon Tweed, Susan Anton, Jamie Lee Curtis, Kathleen Turner, Kristin Johnston, Gabrielle Reese, Lucy Lawless, and Sigourney Weaver. But others were a surprise like Nicole Kidman, Rachel Hunter, and Jeri Hall...... and Brooke Shields was a total shock! When FemCorps found out Dan was underage all hell broke loose. His identity had be corrected and I had to become her guardian. All in all it took another day to get this sorted out. I heard foot steps and saw Dan coming tome, head bowed. She looked the same, as I expected, though they used a hair regeneration treatment to fill in the Mohawk so she had hair over her ears on the sides and a fluffy French braid on the crown of her head and extending to between her shoulder blades. Actually, it looked nice. She had both ears pierced now and she also received a massive estrogen implant like I had. They wouldn’t tolerate any more male rebelliousness. She didn’t say much. I knew that the hormone treatments made you queazy. Dan had barely entered puberty before this happened. Now she had the hormones of a fully matured, adult female flowing in her. Danielle was going to have a puberty like no other.

 

 

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