Jim stopped and closed his eyes. He knew that what he was about to say made no sense. After all, how could he tell this woman. This fun, affectionate and loving woman who was carrying his ch1ld...that she wasn't the person she thought she was. Worse, that all he had as evidence was a dream that he'd had that morning. A dream that was already fading in his mind...
"...well...you see...you used to be a...uh, white girl. A slim, white girl named Sharon."
Suzie Bullock (for that was her name) blinked at that, then her face brightened and her wide, full lips spread into a grin.
"Well, was I now? Ain't that a kick in the pants..." she faded off into giggles, then took him in her arms and hugged him to her side. She guided his hands to her belly, and he rubbed in circles, enjoying the full, dark softness of her...
When had it first happened? Jim vaguely remembered that he'd first met Suzie while she was washing her clothes in the buildings laundry. He'd gone down to the laundry room to get a look at the place (wait! Didn't he and his parents have a house? No...that must be wrong, because he and his mother lived in this apartment now) and' he'd found Suzie sitting on the bench, drinking a beer and reading a gossip magazine. She was a big woman even then. 6 foot 2 inches, and at least 160 lbs. Her hair was a big, endearingly sloppy mass of dyed-blond braids, and she dressed like a woman who liked to show what she had. Her butt heaping the back of her low-riders, while her soft belly spilled over the front. A tight half-tee showed off both her belly and her gigantic breasts.
For some reason, he became obsessed with her...and she'd obviously been flattered. Though he was only 16 and she 35, he soon found himself in bed with her, under circumstances he could only barely remember. Soon, it was common for him to stop by her apartment after school, sitting on this very sofa and watching television with her...and not long after that...to cuddle...kiss...fondle...and more.
They'd "made out" on that sofa...then the next time in her bed...then finally, it was a regular thing for him to zoom straight home into the arms of this fascinating woman. The age difference didn't even bother them anymore. It wasn't so much love at the time, but a sort of fascinated passion that had to be satisfied. She was so tall, her breasts so big, her body so padded and soft...
She began to show up at school to drive him home herself, and soon enough...his mother began to suspect something. She was working two jobs (his mother was a lawyer! No...she was a waitress and a cleaning woman) and not always able to give Jim much of her attention, but after several curious encounters..she'd put her foot down and said he couldn't see Suzie again.
But by that time...Suzie was starting to feel 'whoopsie' in the morning. A test proved she was pregnant...and it was obvious who the father was. By this time, Jim was almost 18 and though his mother hated the idea of the two of them together, it was plain that Jim would emancipate himself from her if she tried to stop him from seeing Suzie. Besides, this woman (old enough to be Jim's mother) was carrying her first grandchild.
So here that were. He almost 18 - having been sleeping with Suzie for over a year - and she 37...and yet, he knew it was a lie.
"The dream...seemed so real, Suzie. I mean...in the dream, you were this 'Sharon' girl just...well, just yesterday."
The big woman closed her eyes for a moment, and Jim (who wasn't shy about such things anymore) slipped to his knees between her legs...and started to massage her inner thigh. She looked down at him, and hefted her belly up with both hands...
Afterward, the taste (the intoxicating taste) of Suzie's vaginal juices on his tongue, and Suzie hugging and snuggling 'her man' against her body, they talked about his dream.
"I had th' same dream, Jimmy. I think...it was somethin' bout a spell or somethin' bein' broke an' someone else was there...but, who cares. I mean, if it the truth...an' I don't know how to undo it...then why fight it. What you feelin' bout me right now, huh kid? Me, I jus' wanna wait till you turn 18, then I wanna marry you an' you can move in here. You gonna go to collage, an' I'll help support you. Then...we have another baby, an'..."
"That sound's great, but if we don't get to the bottom of this...well, we'll never feel safe. What if it happens again, and the two of us become strangers...or the baby's erased from reality?"
Suzie flinched at that, feeling gooseflesh rising on her thick, black arms. She had more real life experience than Jim, but Jim was very smart...and she knew he was right. Finally - after a quick trip to her bed that proved to be just as enjoyable as they remembered (even if those memories were probably false) - they two of them talked about what they could remember...and found some similarities that might prove useful in tracking down the magic behind this.
Not reversing it, though. After much talk, both of them decided that they felt totally comfortable in this unusual relationship. Jim was scarcely any different, and Suzie liked herself as she was.
"I think this has got something to do with the landlord. You know, Mister Badger? I remember him saying that we were destined to do...something, and he had to 'remove us', or something. Does that sound right?"
"I remember we was lookin' at this ol' book down at that anitque shop...jus' screwin' aroun' an' stuff...an' we was readin' what we could before that light...an' next thing I remember, I was in bed...big, black an' pregnant."
"Didn't it have something to do with that statuette? We were on a class trip to a museam a couple of days ago, and there was that thing in that case...that statuette that you kept saying was...talking to you? What did it look like again?"
Just then, the phone rang. It was Jim's mother.
"Wait a minute...who was that girl who wanted to date you? The creepy one, who said she'd break us up somehow?"
Something Else
Tue Feb 10 16:35:15 2009