What have you done?

You storm up the stairs and up to Elsie's door. You had a distinct awareness that your escalating angry reaction was beyond what would be normal for you. Aunt Peg had warned you about your aggression going up until your body adjusted to the new normal. Despite knowing this you march up to her door. You bang on it loudly three times.

Elsie opens the door. She wore one of her usual long dresses with a t shirt. The t shirt had the face of a cute anime girl on it, pink haired and with cat ears. Under the face it said Nita Yummy Nummy! Weird, but she has always had weird tastes.

She looks at you with a blank expression. "What do you want Jesse?"

You push into the room forcing Elsie back a step. "Hey!" She protests. "You can't just barge in here. I'll call Mom!"

"Go ahead El. I'm man of the house now, remember?" You state matter of factly.

She bites her lip as she realizes you were probably right. "Get out." She tells you.

"No." You say as you take another step in and close the door behind you. You lock it. Man of the house. Bold and decisive, dominant and in control. Time to take charge of this situation too.

"What are you doing?" Elsie asks a bit nervously. She takes another half step away from you.

You notice a game paused on her tv screen. "Oh...Tekken 7 right? Want to go a few rounds?" You were looking for something to lighten the mood.

"No." She states flatly. "Get out of my room Jesse."

You sigh, so much for lightening the mood. "El, calm down. I realize I fucked up the other night, I wanted to talk to you about it."

You look at her and begin imagining her in a new light. You begin to really look at her for the first time, to see her for the beautiful young woman that she was. Your breath is almost taken away. She was stunning! She was absolutely gorgeous! How have you been so blind all of this time? You feel that little spark inside you once more. In the blink of an eye she goes from your little buddy to the object of your desire. So beautiful, so delicate, so fragile. Your deep feelings for her begin mingling with your overwhelming lust.

You take another few steps toward her, backing her up against the wall. You see fear creep into her pretty deep brown eyes.

"It's okay Elsie. I figured it out, I figured out what you want." You reach out and stroke her cheek. Her hands come up in front of her defensively. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"Jesse, you're scaring me. Please don't." She whimpers. "Please..."

"Don't be scared baby." You soothe. You begin looking her up and down hungrily. Her fine young body, her hourglass figure, her pretty face. Your passions are aroused. Your new intense desires threatening to take over once more. "It's okay, I know you want it. I was blind but now I see!"

You press into her, pinning her to the wall. You mash your lips against hers and kiss her passionately. She trembles and lets out another little whimper. Her hands were against your chest, trying to push you back. You grab her wrists and **** them back against the wall. Her firm young breasts pressing into your chest. You feel your beast awaken. She shudders and sobs. You feel a tear trickle down against your nose. A tear?

You lean your head back and look at her. What you thought would be a face of desire instead expressed betrayal and terror. She was crying! You snap out of your lewd mindset.

"What? Elsie?" You whisper.

Tears run down her pretty face. "Not you Jesse. From Fiona...I..." She sobs violently. "...but not you! Not you!"

Your heart drops. You try to hug her, this time a hug of comfort and support, but it just scares her further. She shakes and sobs, trying to shield herself from you. Oh Jesus! What have you done!?

You were at a loss. You step back from her. "Elsie...I..." You stammer. "...What has Fiona done to you?" She was crying too hard to hear you. "Elsie..." You didn't know what to say.

Before you can say any more she bolts around you and out through the door. "Elsie! I'm sorry!" You call after her. You hear her sprint down the stairs and out the front door.

Just as you were beginning to become aware of just how deeply you cared for her you had now betrayed her trust. You were beside yourself with despair. You go to call her but notice her phone was still on the bed. Where was she going?

"Fuck!" You shout. You sit on her bed, your head in your hands. Your new life wasn't turning out the way you thought it would.