Josephine’s Date part one

Josephine

Josephine looked down at the small unmarked bottle in her hand and winced as the pain in her body flared again, the crazy bitch in the shop had said that between the bottle, the implants and the other…stuff they’d done she’d be able to earn a whole bunch of points. She just had to grit her teeth and get through this night, get out of the elimination zone and then try not to get lower in the points.

Raising the bottle to her mouth, Josephine dripped three drops onto her tongue and felt like burning embers were racing through her body. She could feel every hair on her body, every sound sharpened and she lost track of how long she stood there on the steps leading up to the Mistresses quarters before she realised that she was already late. Jo’s tail lashed back and forth in anxiety and…whatever the hell that bottle was making her feel. Reaching the top of the stairs, she could see the figure so Rose lounged on a comfy armchair with a thick book in her hands. Josephine knocked lightly on the door before stepping through with her eyes lowered, feeling the hostility radiating from the season Mistress.

“Mistress Rose…I…I know I don’t have any right to ask for mercy or forgiveness. I just ask that you listen to me and then decide what you want to do? Please…” Glancing up, Josephine could see that Rose’s face was set, her lips thin with anger and her eyes as hard as iron, but she did gesture to the second armchair in the reading nook, setting aside Empire of the Damned as she did so.

Josephine walked slowly, keeping her head bowed and winced with pain, even the overstuffed armchairs of the Mistresses Suite were causing her no small level of discomfort. “Rose..I lied to Delilah when I told her about my family. My dad…the one I reference when I talk about him anyway…that’s actually my step-dad…”

It had just been an ordinary day, the only difference if that she’d been convinced to bunk off school with a few of her friends. They had gone back to hers because Josephine’s parents always worked late and so she’d have the house to themselves until after the time when school finished. She’d used her key to open the door, the memory of that moment etched in her memory. The little pair of clogs on her keychain a present her father had gotten her on his latest business trip.

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Walking through the door and seeing her father being fucked hard, both her father and the other person were dressed in skirts and tops, their clothes array from the intensity of what they been doing. Josephine had stood with her mouth open and shocked aghast at what she was seeing, then one of her friends had started laughing and started to take her phone out, looking at Josephine with amusement on her face.

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Josephine had turned and ran away out the house, she heard her father calling her name and following her. As she hit the curb on the other side of the road she lost one of her shoes and stumbled. Looking back over her shoulder she saw her father had followed her, running after her with a concerned look on his face. Her dad had always been her best friend, far more so than her mother who even when she was around still barely paid any attention to Josephine. It was that moment when the electric car, not audible and with the driver texting and not looking at the road had hit her father and sent him in a broken tumble across the road.

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“..things went from worse to even worse after that. My mother moved us across the country to get away from the rumours and she got married again. My step-dad was just like her, always away and even when they were at home I would just get ignored. I was raised by au pair’s for all intents and purposes.”

Tears drip down Josephine’s cheeks, raising her hand she dried her eyes as best she could. Sniffing and composing herself.

“That doesn’t excuse what I did to you, some evil little corner of my brain just told me that trans people were why my dad had died and I…I just never saw past that.” Josephine wiped away the fresh hot tears and looked up at Rose who was sitting stock still on the chair she had been relaxing on.

Rose swung her legs over the arm and sat up, reaching out. Very tentative to do anything like reaching out to comfort Josephine. Lamely Rose patted Josephine’s hand. Her own eyes were welled up with some unshed tears. “I’m…sorry to hear that Josephine. No one should have to go through that. I…let’s eat and…and talk. You can tell me about your dad if you want?”