Life

As your panties hit the floor, a familiar sound rang out. You sighed, pull back on your panties and reached for the phone. It was work. “Hello Terry.” “Amy, sorry to call you so late, but we have a project that needs your help desperately.” You pinch your nose and reply. “What’s the project? I will start first thing tomorrow.” You feel exasperated as Terry explains the project and its timeline. Looks like Pamela time will have to be delayed. “I know it’s not much time and short notice, but we really need this. Can you do it?” “Tomorrow, there will be a big bonus in my bank account as gratitude for working outside of hours. I will text you when I am done.”

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You send text and email confirmation at 4:39 pm. 21 minutes early. You barely slept. But you got it done. Little Andrea is watching Toy Story on Disney Plus+, eating an apple and carrot sticks. You get another call from Terry. “Thanks! You are a lifesaver!” “So why haven’t I seen the bonus?” “Bank delay. It is coming. Thanks again.” The phone clicked and Terry was gone. Not for the first time, you rescued a project with impossible deadlines and Terry stiffed you. You checked your bank account, barely enough for the direct debits that were coming out soon. But you would figure it out. What mattered was Andrea was safe and happy.

You worked for another hour, somehow managing to get your regular work done, before turning to the kitchen. You thanked whoever was responsible, that Andrea was not a picky eater. She ate her hamburger without complaint, thanked you and took herself to bed. Of course, she would need tucking in and for you to make sure her devices were off, before you could finally have some quality time with Pamela. You had long given up on dating, single mums were not exactly in demand. Besides any relationship would automatically be second to Andrea. You headed to your room, your mind solely on having Pamela inside you, before you tucked Andrea to bed and slept hard. But the phone had other ideas. “Hello? This is Amy? How can I assist?” “Hi Amy, long time no speak?” You paused. “Sorry, who is this?” “Umm…it’s Michelle. We uh…spoke 7 years ago. I’m Ryan’s wife. I…know Beth.” Michelle? Why did that name….then you remembered. “Why are you calling?” “So I have just fallen pregnant with Ryan’s baby and despite our age, it is kind of awesome. And I realise now, I should have been nicer. Sorry.”

“Okay, then. Got it. Is that all?” you asked as politely as you could. Considering how much agony she caused, even if you ended up where you are now, that you were able to respond without massive vitriol was impressive. “Uhhh…no. Listen, I…I just feel awful. What you went through. The shelters, the lawsuits, child services. And now this asshole Terry constantly using you to improve Terry’s career. I…I know you deserve better and are probably really scared that I will do something to you and/or your kid if you unleash your rage, but I won’t. I understand finally that turning you into a woman and then using you to get Ryan back, that was plain wrong. That’s why I am calling, to offer you a chance to at least get what Terry owes you.” You paused, debating what to do. “How exactly can you help?” “Check your jeans pocket.” You get off the bed and look through your skinny jeans that still fit thank heavens. There is a lottery ticket. “Is this lottery ticket real?” “Very real. Maximum prize is $250,000. I used magic to find a ticket that was never going to be sold, I bought it and teleported it into your jeans pocket. You can cash it in whenever you want.” Your eyes dwarfed saucers as you scratched the exact number she described. “Oh my god! Michelle, thank you!” You heard relief in her voice as she responded. “You are more than welcome. Terry is going to get a nice surprise when SHE wakes up looking a bit different and YOUNGER. I…I am kind of using a scrying spell, so…if you want to go tuck your kid in and…have private time with Pamela, I can hang up.” Your face turns pink at the thought that she knew you used a vibrator to please yourself. Even more so, that she knew that you were in your pyjama shirt and shorts. “T-thanks. Congratulations again on the baby.” “And you for being so brave. Best of luck?” “Thanks, you too.” The phone disconnected as you contemplated everything. If Michelle the witch was telling the truth…you might finally have caught a break.