Take a shower

It was a long drive, from an early morning start to arriving just after noontime. I had stopped for snacks or a bathroom break along the way, though what was stopping me from doing it after popping an X-Change pill? Maybe I didn’t want to surprise anyone who may be in the house with an unfamiliar young woman opening the front door. If I came back home as Charles, the surprise would be usual. Unfortunately, there is no surprise, just evidence of an itinerary on the kitchen table.

I waste no time popping a Pink Basic, becoming Charlene in no time, though for some odd reason, I feel dirty. Maybe that’s the intricacy between my old body and my new body. While I could go for a couple days without taking a shower in my male body, in my female body, I feel the need to at least take a shower once a day. Now I kinda understand why women took so long in the bathroom.

So, before unpacking my things, I make my way upstairs to the master bedroom. Knowing my parents aren’t going to be home, they wouldn’t mind Charlene taking a shower in their bathroom. And the house is literally all to myself, or so I think.

Once I’m under the cascading water, wetting my hair and my body, I don’t hear the garage door opening or the other person entering the house. As the person goes upstairs, I start to hear the unmistakable sounds of someone coming up the stairs. Having spent my childhood in this house, I knew all the subtle creaks and noises the house made as those dwelling in it moved about the house. I intimately knew if someone was outside my bedroom door and if they opened it, they would get a distinct whine from the hinges. And if someone was about to enter the master bedroom, they would trigger the floorboard right before the door, causing a massive creak.

My intuition feels as though this visitor is trying to sneak up on me, but he or she is door a poor job at it. I act as though I am unaware, as if I’m a stranger in this house, oblivious to the history contained within.